At night, in the cemetery on the outskirts of Pritz Harbor.
The people who had died in the naval bombardment had already been carried here. The priests and bishops of the three Churches were busy comforting the souls to prevent any abnormalities.
In that short day, many wives had lost their husbands, and many children had lost their mothers. Many families were left with only one person. They lingered in the cemetery, some silent, some tearing up, and some fainting from crying.
With an ordinary face, Klein stood among them and watched everything without a word, as though he had recalled the funerals he had once attended.
He had taken advantage of the darkness to use Life's Cane to treat the injured people from the attack in the hospitals in Baekeland and Pritz Harbor. He had also left behind strange and terrifying urban legends to further digest the Bizarro Sorcerer potion.
And he knew that once such a legend spread, Zaratul, who was in Baekeland, would immediately understand what was going on and send his marionettes to monitor the corresponding locations. Therefore, before the news spread, Klein relied on "Teleportation" to run to all the hospitals in Baekeland and Pritz Harbor. As he left behind all sorts of horror stories, he treated the seriously ill patients.
When this matter spread, he believed that he would receive a lot of feedback and take a solid and huge step towards completely digesting the potion.
However, Klein didn't stop there. The possible conspiracy of the Red Angel evil spirit and the fact that Zaratul was in Baekeland were like a sharp sword that hung above his head, urging him to continue searching for opportunities.
Therefore, he came here and witnessed the grief of the ordinary people.
After a moment of silence, Klein retracted his gaze and turned to leave the cemetery.
When he arrived at a deserted place, the glove on his left hand quickly turned dark blue, and slippery fish scales grew on it.
A howling wind swept over, bringing Klein into the air and flying towards the harbor.
In the sea outside, the Sonia Sea fleet of the Feysac Empire was waiting quietly, as though they were preparing to launch another round of bombardment at dawn to destroy the remaining shipyards.
Soon, Klein arrived above the ruins of the harbor and looked at the faint flames that seeped through the dark night.
At the same time, his two marionettes used Flaming Jump to rush over from the ground and took different hidden positions.
What he had just seen and heard made Klein no longer have any doubts or reluctance to do what he had to do next, but he was still very confused.
Taking revenge on the invaders was a proper thing to do, but if he were to severely injure the Feysac fleet, the happiest person would be King George III of Rouen, the true mastermind, one of the culprits who pushed for the war!
There are too many principles in this World, but only after truly experiencing them will one realize that there are sometimes things that aren't right. It makes one feel conflicted … Klein took a deep breath and turned his attention to the information he obtained from The Hanging Man.
The commander of the Feysac Empire's Sonia Sea fleet was Admiral Yegor Einhorn. He was a demigod born of the royal family, and he was currently a Sequence 4 Iron-blooded Knight of the Red Priest pathway!
Through this information, Klein combined it with the contents of the Red Priest card and more key points surfaced in his mind.
Iron-blooded Knights can turn women into men, giving them courage that's comparable to steel. Not only can they control all kinds of flames, making them masters in this domain, but they can also turn themselves into flames or steel …
…
Feysac Empire, Sonia Sea fleet, on the flagship, Nepos.
The burly Egor Einhorn, who was more than two meters tall and had a thick beard above his lips, was sitting behind a desk with a map. As he drank Sonia blood wine, he considered his next plans.
After daybreak, Rouen's airship fleet will definitely attack. Their ironclad warship, Pritz, and the corresponding fleet will soon return. If I continue staying here, I'll end up in a very passive situation.
Although I'm an Iron-blooded Knight, allowing me to focus the entire fleet's strength on me and distribute the damage, the commander of that ironclad fleet might very well be a demigod of the Arbiter pathway or have the corresponding Grade 1 Sealed Artifact. It won't be easy to deal with them … If I'm not careful, I'll allow them to use their advantage in speed and cannons …
Retreat is the best choice. After that, I'll take advantage of the fact that Rouen's navy is injured and temporarily lacking in numbers to continue attacking the coastal ports …
Heh heh, such a war is indeed a good opportunity to digest the potion.
It's a pity that I didn't become a War Bishop before this. Otherwise, I might have a chance to advance to the level of an angel after the war. Sigh, only a War Bishop can truly bring out the advantages of an army. It's not like what I'm doing now, where I can only focus my strength on myself …
As Egor Einhorn's thoughts raced, he wanted to use the hidden connection between the Iron-blooded Knight and his soldiers to inform his adjutant to come over and instruct them to retreat in the night.
Suddenly, he looked up at the door.
Knock!
There was a knock on the door, instantly echoing in the quiet room.
A warning of an attack … This thought flashed through Egor's mind as he suddenly tensed up.
In a battle between demigods, setting up an environment, sudden attacks, and taking the enemy by surprise were all good ways to take the initiative. They were indispensable components that could effectively defeat or even kill enemies of the same level. Conversely, it was very difficult to succeed. Therefore, making a warning before an attack was either a warning without any follow-up, or it meant that the level, status, and strength of the attacker far exceeded the target.
As a veteran Iron-blooded Knight, Egor instinctively considered the worst-case scenario. He immediately awakened the connection that every sailor and soldier on the Nepos had established with him.
At this moment, the voice sounded again.
Bam!
This time, the knocking on the door produced a sound comparable to the roar of a cannon, making Egor feel as though a powerful bomb had exploded beside his ear.
With his mind highly tensed, he carefully listened to the commotion. This wasn't much worse than the roar of a Cataclysmic Interrer!
For a moment, a buzzing sound echoed in Egor's ears as he felt dizzy.
He hurriedly distributed the damage, causing every member of the Nepos to have a slight tinnitus.
Right on the heels of that, Egor grabbed the pen on the table and threw it at the door.
The dark red pen left behind afterimages as it flew, like a fired cannonball.
To an Iron-blooded Knight, no matter how ordinary something was, it could be transformed into a terrifying killing weapon under the enhancement of his special trait!
Bang!
The door that was hit by the pen directly cracked open, revealing the person who knocked on the door in the corridor.
It was a man in a black trench coat. His body was as thin as paper, and his face was featureless.
At this moment, the pen itself had already exploded. The tiny fragments were like a storm brought about by a machine gun as they swept towards the person who knocked on the door, tearing him into pieces of blood-colored flesh.
Egor didn't relax. Instead, he stood up and looked around warily.
He knew very well that the real person who knocked on the door had yet to "appear!"
At this moment, the adjutant who lived diagonally opposite him opened the door and ran out. Looking at the flesh and blood on the ground, he said in shock,
He looked at the flesh and blood on the ground and said in shock, "Your Excellency, what happened?"
"There's an infiltrator …" Before Egor could finish his sentence, his gaze suddenly froze on the adjutant.
The adjutant retracted his gaze from the flesh and blood on the ground and raised his head bit by bit.
There were no eyebrows, eyes, nose, or mouth on his face. Just like the person who had knocked on the door, it was empty on the surface.
Yegor's heart trembled, and his whole body instantly ignited, turning into flames that shot out in all directions.
After the scarlet red flames dispersed, they soared to the front and gathered together, surrounding the adjutant inside.
The flames quickly dispersed, revealing the charred adjutant.
The wind brought by the convection of heat and cold blew past, and the adjutant disintegrated into ashes.
The flames didn't stop. One after another, they flew out of the room and reformed into the burly Egor in midair.
At this moment, he saw seabirds flying around him. Each seabird had a human head without any facial features. Their faces were bald!
Egor snorted and released a circle of blazing flames around him, allowing them to sweep towards the strange seabirds at high speeds.
At this moment, he heard the sound of metal rubbing and immediately looked over with the help of the soldiers' vision.
With this look, his body suddenly turned cold, and he couldn't help but feel a sense of horror.
On another sailing battleship in the Sonia Sea fleet, the cannons seemed to come alive and possess a life of their own!
They turned on their own and aimed into the air.
As for the cannonballs, they took the initiative to enter the cannons.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Just as these cannonballs were fired, they were hit by fireballs that drew different arcs, detonating midway.
Seizing this opportunity, Egor quickly chanted the honorific name of the Sonia Sea theater's Supreme Commander. It was a Weather Warlock from the royal family.
"The ruler of the fog on the battlefield, the symbol of weather changes, the totem of storms and lightning, the great Ahomatowa Einhorn …"
This was also the reason why it was difficult to kill a demigod of the same level with advance warning. They could always find an opportunity to seek help.
Of course, the attacker, Klein's main goal was to create a strange scene to scare a demigod and help him digest the potion. He didn't have any intention of successfully hunting.
Upon seeing this situation, he immediately got Qonas and Enuni to switch positions with him after having achieved his goal of hiding underwater. He then "Teleported" them away.
As for Egor, he didn't let down his guard. His mind remained tense as he guarded against any possible attacks.
Only when the angel responded did he truly heave a sigh of relief.
Following that, Egor didn't let the fleet stay any longer. He abandoned the sailing battleship that had become a strange legend and left the waters.
After a while, a seabird flew over from the sailing battleship that had regained its silence and landed on the mast.
The seabird had obvious dark circles under its eyes. It looked around and spoke in human language.
It looked around and said in human language, "I smell the aura of a Seer demigod …"
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