None of the six who came to attack Lancelot Empire survived. Han Shuo could be considered to have avenged the civilians of Ossen City who died in the Radiant Blast.
More than half of the divine weapons of the Church of Light were plundered by Han Shuo. The soul of the Light Pope was also imprisoned by Han Shuo. From then on, apart from the Saintess on the sacred mountain of the Church of Light, the vast Church of Light no longer had any experts available.
What delighted Han Shuo the most was the soul inside the Holy Grail. As an interplanar wanderer who cultivated in the edict of space, he must be very familiar with the affairs of the major material planes. With the help of that person, Han Shuo's understanding of the vast universe would no longer be that of a blind man groping an elephant.
Han Shuo casually wiped away the six corpses. Han Shuo unfolded his consciousness and carefully sensed the situation in the surroundings. He found nothing out of the ordinary.
After storing the Holy Grail, Han Shuo suddenly moved. He turned into a faint shadow and returned to the Babylon Academy of Magic and Force in the north of Ossen City.
Han Shuo's body moved, but before he could fly a thousand meters, he discovered that Little Skeleton was rushing over on his bone dragon. During the battle just now, as Han Shuo had heard the words of the person inside the Holy Grail, he was afraid that Little Skull would also suffer if time was locked. Therefore, he used the soul connection with Little Skull to let Little Skull temporarily stay at the city gate.
After the Light Pope was subdued by Han Shuo, Han Shuo did not send any message to Little Skull. Therefore, he stayed there and did not move. Little Skull waited for a while. When he did not receive any message from Han Shuo, he was somewhat worried about Han Shuo. Without waiting for Han Shuo to give any further orders, he quickly rushed over.
After Little Skull became a god, Han Shuo could no longer use necromancy to restrain him. The reason why Little Skull and Han Shuo still obeyed Han Shuo after becoming a god was because the two of them had unknowingly established a bond that was stronger than the power of the contract.
Therefore, the Little Skull could not disobey Han Shuo's orders. Once the Little Skull felt that Han Shuo was in danger, it would ignore its previous orders when it was worried about Han Shuo.
As soon as the Little Skull saw that Han Shuo was safe and sound, he immediately sent a message, "Father, are you alright?"
"Hehe, it's nothing. I forgot to tell you in advance. Alright, you don't have to worry. I'm done here, so I'll send you off, "Han Shuo replied with a smile as he used a necromancy spell to send the Little Skull back to the Netherworld.
In the Netherworld, the Little Skull still had a lot of things to take care of. Not only did he have to expand his territory in the Netherworld, but he also needed to take over the faith of the undead creatures that he had subdued. Moreover, there were many secrets within the gravestone that the Little Skull had yet to unravel. Therefore, unless something major happened, Han Shuo would not waste the Little Skull's time.
The Little Skull vanished in a flash of strange light. Han Shuo continued to fly towards the Babylon Academy of Magic and Force. After a few minutes, Han Shuo, who had not been gone for long, once again landed on the plaza of the academy.
Ayermike Cotton and Graeae were silently waiting for the dignitaries of the Empire on the plaza. With just a glance, Han Shuo knew that there were no more attacks after he left.
The reason the dignitaries of the Empire did not leave immediately was that they were scared out of their wits by the 'Radiant Blast' just now. They thought that Han Shuo was in the vicinity and therefore stayed here, hoping to receive Han Shuo's protection. The tragic scene caused by the 'Radiant Blast' was still there. Many people outside could only watch helplessly as their loved ones were turned into ashes by the Radiant Blast. They were still weeping loudly. These dignitaries of the Empire did not dare to step out of the perimeter.
King Lawrence's expression was calm. He seemed to have forgotten about the danger that had just occurred. At this moment, he was wearing a bitter smile as he listened to Firenze's complaints.
Fanny, who was dressed in formal attire, had a serene expression on her face. The corners of her mouth curved into a faint smile as she watched her father pressuring Lawrence. She complained about the hardships of the people of the southern border and insisted that Lawrence give more compensation to the soldiers.
Over the past few years, the Lancelot Empire's treasury had been emptied due to the successive wars. Lawrence simply could not fork out that many gold coins. However, he also understood Firenze's difficulties. He understood that as the barrier of the Empire, the soldiers of the southern border had indeed sacrificed a lot of their lives. Lawrence could only force a smile as he listened to Firenze's complaints and demands. He clearly explained the current difficulties of the Lancelot Empire.
"I don't care. The people of the southern border have sacrificed tens of thousands of lives for the safety of the Empire. After so many years of war, orphans and widows can be seen everywhere. Many people don't even have enough to eat. If the Empire cannot solve the most basic problem of food and clothing in the southern border, how can the masses be convinced? "Firenze glared at Lawrence. He did not have the timidity that a subordinate should have.
In the entire Lancelot Empire, Firenze was perhaps the only person who dared to yell at Lawrence in such a manner. Han Shuo could use his own power to make Lawrence change his decision, but he would not yell in such an ungentlemanly manner.
Although Lawrence was being yelled at by Firenze, he did not get angry. That was because he understood Firenze's importance to the Lancelot Empire better than anyone else. He also understood Firenze's loyalty to the Empire. Back when his father was still alive, Firenze had been like this. This temper could not be changed at all. Now that the relationship between Fanny and Han Shuo had been confirmed, Lawrence needed to rely on Firenze even more. Firenze's request was also reasonable. If the treasury was full, Lawrence would have distributed the compensation without Firenze's request.
However, he really did not have any money. No matter how much Firenze yelled, Lawrence would not be able to produce any gold coins.
"Alright, stop yelling. Lawrence really does not have any money. It's useless even if you yell yourself hoarse!" Han Shuo's lazy voice suddenly sounded. As soon as his voice faded, Han Shuo appeared out of thin air beside Fanny. No one clearly saw how he appeared.
"Brian, what's going on? Are you alright?" Lawrence hastily asked as soon as he saw Han Shuo appear.
Han Shuo smiled faintly and said in a relaxed manner, "I'm fine. I just took a stroll outside the city and took care of a few scoundrels."
"Is it someone from the Church of Light?" Candide appeared from an unknown corner and asked in a gloomy voice.
As soon as he said that, everyone's gazes suddenly focused on Han Shuo, waiting for Han Shuo's explanation on the matter.
Nodding his head, Han Shuo said lazily, "That's right. Moreover, the Light Pope personally took action. Hehe, he must have been forced into a corner. He knew that after the Shrine of Ice was destroyed, the next target would be their Church of Light. Therefore, he took the initiative to attack us first."
"Do you know where the attacker is? Since he dares to come to our Lancelot Empire alone, we can't let him leave so easily," Candide asked sinisterly, his eyes filled with dense killing intent.
The attack on the Babylon Academy of Magic and Force made Candide feel extremely humiliated. He had indeed received news of the attack beforehand. However, even though he had made so many preparations, he was still unable to nip the problem in the bud. The attack still happened. This caused Candide to blame himself very much. Therefore, he was eager to redeem himself.
Han Shuo shrugged his shoulders and smiled mischievously. He took out the Light Crown that the Light Pope always wore, as well as the cross and the Church of Light's Holy Grail, the olive branch that represented God's will. Under the dumbfounded gazes of the crowd, Han Shuo calmly said, "There were a total of six attackers. Among them were two sacred magi of the Shrine of Ice, an old shaman with demigod strength from the Orc Empire, a divine knight and a demigod magus from the Church of Light, and the terrifyingly powerful Light Pope. However, they are all dead. Not a single one managed to escape. Therefore, there's no need to waste energy on them!"
The entire place fell into a deathly silence.
Everyone stared at Han Shuo dumbfoundedly. Even their breathing seemed to have stopped. No one said a word. It was so quiet that even a pin drop could be heard.
They knew that Han Shuo was very powerful. This was vaguely evident from the rumor that Han Shuo had slaughtered hundreds of thousands of orcs with his undead creatures at South Border City, and destroyed the Shrine of Ice.
However, they had no idea just how powerful Han Shuo actually was.
However, at this moment, after listening to Han Shuo's languid speech, everyone could roughly guess just how powerful Han Shuo was.
Two sacred magi, three demigod experts, and the Light Pope who was practically invincible on Profound Continent. Every single one of the six was a legendary character. Some of the demigods were even experts who were said to be invincible.
Yet, these incomparably powerful existences were all killed by Han Shuo alone in the short span of half an hour. What did this mean?
Invincible, true god! This was the definition of Han Shuo in the crowd's hearts!
"Why aren't you saying anything?" Han Shuo couldn't help but laugh. He shook his head and said to Lawrence, "I told you that I would help you unify Profound Continent. If I didn't have some strength, how would I dare to make such a big statement?"
Lawrence, who had a lifeless face, finally came to his senses after hearing Han Shuo's words. He looked at Han Shuo with a bitter smile and said, "Brian, sometimes I feel that you aren't a human at all. The things that happen to you are always so unimaginable!"
"Doesn't this mean that you are even more powerful than the founding hero, Forefather Ayermike Cotton?" Old Hahn was either too excited, or stunned by the fact that he had guessed. His body was trembling as though he was having an epileptic fit. His fingers were tightly clenching his thighs and his face was in pain.
Upon hearing his words, Han Shuo smiled again. Soon after, he raised his head and looked at Ayermike Cotton who was hiding in the shadow of the clock tower. He knew that Ayermike Cotton could hear the conversation below and found Old Hahn's words very interesting.
"You can say that. But be careful, Forefather Ayermike Cotton will be angry if he hears you say that," Han Shuo winked at the clock tower and said to Old Hahn with a grin.
"Forefather has disappeared for more than five hundred years. He's definitely long gone. Haha, he can't hear us," Old Hahn said carelessly.
That might not be the case, Han Shuo thought to himself. Soon after, he tossed all the divine weapons of the Church of Light, excluding the Holy Grail, to Firenze and said smilingly, "Weren't you complaining about being poor? Sell these things, it'll be enough for you to rebuild two armies at the southern border!"
These so-called divine weapons of light were of no use to Han Shuo. None of his friends cultivated in the elemental energy of light. They were useless to him. He might as well sell them for Firenze to make up for the poverty of the southern border.
Clang! Clang! The Crown of Light smashed onto Firenze's body. Firenze trembled from head to toe as he hugged the few legendary sacred objects of the Church of Light. He looked at Han Shuo speechlessly.
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