Speaking of which, the Holy Spirit that possessed Earl Hauss was really a bit unlucky.
His means were very clever. Even a god like the God of War Wenner, who was a master among the great Divine Powers, could not detect his abnormality without close observation. And with his ability, once he was observed by the great Divine Powers at close range, he would immediately sense it and respond.
However, man proposes, God disposes. Sui Xiong's sensing ability was completely different from ordinary Divine Powers. It was exactly the kind that he could not detect. And Sui Xiong's understanding of the soul was far beyond the level of ordinary gods. So his concealment methods did not work at all, and he was seen through at once.
If only Sui Xiong was here, perhaps it would not be a big deal if he was seen through. Sui Xiong would just feel that this person's soul was too strong. Maybe some devil from hell had occupied the mortal's body. Anyway, with Sui Xiong's IQ and his impression of gods and Holy Spirits, he would never guess in the direction of "Holy Spirit possession."
In his opinion, gods always had to abide by the rules when they did things, and they always had some bottom line. Even if it was as evil as the God of Fear … Uh, that guy did not seem to have a bottom line.
But the God of Fear was dead. His subordinates and allies, who also had no bottom line, were also dead. The one who sent them on their way was none other than Sui Xiong himself.
Sui Xiong had always hated this kind of people who would do anything to achieve their goals. He felt that the most suitable way out for such people was to be a quiet dead body and give back to society by turning into fertilizer.
So he had originally planned to help Earl Hauss and this guy's subordinates complete this beneficial process of giving back to society as soon as possible, until he was persuaded by Wenner.
But now, he wanted to do it himself, to help that Holy Spirit of unknown origin give back to society.
"I advise you not to do it." Wenner understood what he meant and advised, "Let's just watch from the side. If your believers can't deal with him, it's not too late for you to do it."
"When I think that I'm actually breathing the same air as this guy, my thoughts are a little unclear," Sui Xiong complained. "If my thoughts are unclear, I won't be able to eat well, and I won't be able to drink well. Even when I sleep, I feel that the bed is pressing against my back. It's very uncomfortable!"
"Such an opponent is very rare," Wenner complained. "If it weren't for the fact that it's too late to make preparations, I would have wanted to of my believers of high legendary level and of of of them to participate in this battle."
"Why?"
"A Holy Spirit is usually at least a Demigod Realm powerhouse. Many Holy Spirits can even rival a True God without being at a disadvantage. For those in the Legendary-realm, being able to go all out and fight with such an opponent to the death can not only stimulate their own potential, but also confirm their own path in the dangerous battle, and more clearly feel the demigod realm. " Wenner said, "After experiencing such a battle, it will be much easier for him to step into the Demigod Realm in the future. We've done some statistics, and those who have experienced a battle above their level without sustaining any serious injuries are at least twice as likely to make a breakthrough than ordinary people. "
"I can give them divinity directly and help them break through," Sui Xiong said.
"Of course you can help, but if you want them to improve further on the foundation of the Demigod Realm, or even become a God in the future, it's best to let them break through with their own strength."
Sui Xiong was silent for a while and nodded.
"You've convinced me. Then I'll wait patiently and see how that guy is done for."
They did not have to wait long.
That night, the weather was good. The sky was full of stars, and not even a trace of dark cloud could be seen.
Because of Sui Xiong's reminder, Leon and the others hurriedly walked for half the night. They only stopped around midnight to rest temporarily.
With Nice's magic, all the members of the high-speed mobility troop lived in magic mansions — this was also the advantage of using Phantom Colts. If the mounts were real warhorses, then camping would be quite troublesome. Just settling these warhorses down would take a lot of time and energy. The knights had to massage the muscles of the mounts to relieve their fatigue, and they had to feed them high-quality food to replenish the physical strength they had used up from running all day long. When necessary, magic was even needed to help them recover as soon as possible. Even so, the state of the warhorses would constantly decline, and they would need to rest for a period of time.
The aristocratic party's rapid-mobility troop was limited by their mounts, which was why Leon and the others had caught up.
Although their mounts were mutated warhorses with the bloodline of magical beasts, their endurance was limited after all. After a period of frequent rapid marching, the state of the warhorses had declined a lot. Now, after every march, they had to rest for at least a whole day so that the warhorses could basically recover and march again.
But even so, the state of the warhorses was still declining. So, as "Earl Hauss" said, this bloody journey was indeed nearing its end.
After losing the advantage of mobility, even if their troop was led by him, it was unlikely that they could break through the large number of troops that surrounded them from all directions. Unless he could attack to his heart's content without any restrictions, but what would be the point of that?
Therefore, he had already arranged a way out, and he could put a proper end to things.
At least in his opinion, it was considered proper.
At noon the next day, after almost a day's rest, Earl Hauss passed down an order for the troops to prepare to set off.
Now, no one in this army would oppose his orders anymore, or pretend to obey but oppose in secret, or slack off. Under his order, the 150 people immediately got busy. They prepared the supplies, sharpened the troops, and prepared to set off.
Less than half an hour later, they were fully prepared. With a gust of foul wind, they set off from the village that had been completely turned into ruins and rushed towards a village that was very far away from here.
Just about an hour after they left, Leon led the rapid-mobility troops of the Republic of Northwest and roared over. The Phantom Colt galloped silently, not stirring up any dust. Only the angry curses of the knights who had witnessed the atrocities broke the dead silence in the ruins.
Leon did not let everyone dismount to search for survivors like he had done in the beginning. Several futile efforts had let them know that this group of villains would not leave even a single survivor.
His gaze swept across the village where the embers had not been completely extinguished. Leon's eyes were as gloomy as the weather in a snowstorm. He ordered everyone to stop outside the village, and the experts in the team who were good at tracking went into the village to check to see when the enemy had left.
The tracking experts quickly reported that the enemy had left about an hour to one and a half hours ago.
Leon, who had been gloomy these days and had not the slightest hint of a smile, finally revealed a smile.
"Very good," he said. "Everyone rest for half an hour, then continue the chase."
"Clito, Asner, the two of you, husband and wife, go to the front to explore the road and act as scouts. Nice, you are in charge of receiving them. There must be no accidents. Herman, Night Rain, the two of you will set off with me later. We will go first. The other party has a very powerful master, and we can only guarantee to hold him back if we go together. Gerrard, Felix, I will leave the main force to you. When the time comes, open up the circle and try not to let that group of scum have a chance to escape! "
Everyone received the order, so the cavalry that had been running wildly all the way quieted down in a very short time. Everyone was quietly conserving their strength and preparing for the next fierce battle.
Leon looked in the direction that the group of demon-like cavalry had gone. In addition to the dense killing intent in his eyes, there was also a high fighting spirit.
An extremely evil demigod master who was not in good condition? He felt that even his sword was cheering for the upcoming battle!
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