Sometimes, conspiracies and calculations were not as hurtful as the truth.
Although Emperor Friedrich Bayer, who had been in power for 51 years, truthfully recounted what he saw and heard in the Witch Tower, as well as the words of Sophia, the head of the witches. But to be honest, if he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, the old emperor himself wouldn't have believed a word of it.
Therefore, when Duke Becker looked at the person he had previously regarded as a lifelong enemy with a pitiful expression in front of everyone in the military state's conference hall, he felt like he was looking at an idiot. He felt a tinge of shame about this. Even bards would be ashamed to say such things. The old emperor must have lost his mind to come up with such nonsense.
In particular, the compensation demanded for the loss of the Witch Tower could only be described as exaggerated. Could it be that all the people inside had died, and everything had to be redone?
Looking at the high-grade paper scroll on the silver plate, Duke Becker didn't hesitate to boldly grab the scroll and unroll it. The scroll drew a beautiful arc in the air and rolled to the ground. As it rolled, the long list of names was displayed one by one in front of everyone.
Just looking at this list, the nobles present, including the old emperor himself, felt like this was a joke. Could it be that all the missing people in the Bachmann Castle were listed? In particular, the emperor also relayed Grandma Sophia's words, saying that the list wasn't complete yet.
Those with sharp eyes could naturally see the words written in blood on the scroll. The first name of each line was someone from a certain village, followed by the murderer, Thales. Sometimes it was the blacksmith's son, followed by the murderer, Dolores. Of course, the more eye-catching one was Bachmann's husband, Indu, the murderer, Rizard.
The names written at the back were Johann, Brutus, Lokotosh, Klein, Enki, Basilius, Monet, Albrecht, Simon, Redi, Sargon, Bifron … Even more were a bunch of spellings that couldn't be read. Some were even strange characters that didn't belong to any of the races in the Land of Mystery.
There were many names of the murderers, but they didn't see the names of the two Wizards they expected to see: Guebrach Tripwood and Fanny Tikal. Does this mean that Bachman Castle was actually invaded by an army and the people inside were killed, and not by two mages?
But why did these names sound so familiar?
As nobles, they might not necessarily know how to work, but compared to most commoners, a competent noble could be considered knowledgeable. After all, they could have a good family education. And to be able to have a seat in the core meeting of an empire, it wasn't something that could be done just because of blood relations.
Therefore, someone quickly understood what was going on. The first name in each row corresponded to a certain person in Bahrman Castle. Excluding those who could not be identified, the last name was almost a list of gods and demons in the land of mystery. Was this long list a joke by the old emperor?
Suddenly, an indescribable pressure descended, causing everyone's backs to turn cold and their hair to stand on end.
At the same time, the palace lit up with a bright yellow, glass-like spectacle, isolating everyone in the meeting hall from the superhumans outside. This layer of protection also reduced the pressure everyone felt sharply, allowing them to breathe calmly again.
Everyone was smart enough to understand that this was a protective spell in the palace. It was used to block gods, demons, and even magic from spying on them. This also meant that someone was using magic, or there was an existence of the same level as the gods, watching this meeting hall in the middle of the palace complex of the military kingdom.
Someone snorted coldly, and someone chuckled. What was similar was that everyone was full of confidence. Perhaps this was a world with gods, but as one of the five most powerful forces in the land of mystery, the core palace of the Kingdom of Vader was, of course, guarded against superhumans.
Of course, it was a bit of an exaggeration to say that they could withstand any god or demon who was crazy enough to risk their lives. But for some inadvertent or conscious spying, the palaces of the five great empires were not places they could easily pass by.
Suddenly, there was another flash in the palace, and at the same time, another completely different kind of pressure descended. Although the magic array guarding the palace quickly eliminated this pressure, it still made the nobles feel uncomfortable.
There was still a gap between the power that came with the appearance of the gods and the magic array that needed to be operated to function perfectly. No matter how short this gap was, it was not a pressure that a group of mortals could understate and say it was fine.
But the nobles who could stand in the meeting hall were not just pampered. In the national atmosphere of the military kingdom, those who did not have any ability to hold a high position would be quickly taken down. So for this kind of temporary pressure from a superior existence, it was just like holding their breath, not to the point of being unable to breathe.
But when the third, fourth, and even countless gazes of attention were cast, the higher-ups of the military kingdom were furious!
The Kingdom of Vader was one of the five most powerful countries in the human world. But they also knew that there were still some existences in the land of mystery that could beat them up like a grandson.
Against one or two gods, with the military kingdom's foundation, they might not be able to win, but they could withstand a few rounds of attacks and give the other party a vicious blow, making the other party retreat in the face of difficulties. Unless the opponent fought to the death, it would be a fight to the death, and it was not certain who would die.
But today, the gods treated the palace of the military kingdom as a playground. Everyone, good and bad, good and evil, came to take a look. How could the mortals live like this? In the face of this situation, the arrogant nobles did not have time to react before the situation escalated again.
The footsteps were clear but not noisy. With each step, it was as if they were imprinted on everyone's chests. The imperial knights guarding around the palace were like stone statues, turning a blind eye to the strangers who entered the palace.
First, there was one, then two, then three, then four, and the further they went, the more there were. They had different appearances and were not dressed like nobles. Logically speaking, they were not qualified to enter the palace of an empire. But the people standing in the palace did not dare to make a sound. Because the "people" who came were not ordinary people, but "saints," the incarnations of the gods who walked in the human world.
The way to identify them was also very simple. Go to any temple and look at the dressing of the statues inside to determine the appearance of the person. Once identified, there would be no mistake. If there was a difference, then it must be a fake temple to cheat people's faith. Go to the real temple and report to the real temple, and a battle of gods would unfold. There would be no other result.
And the ones who came were not some random small gods. Walking at the forefront were the few who represented the eight major powers. In particular, Enki, who represented wisdom, and Thales, who represented power. Even people who were not mages would not be unfamiliar with these two. Who would not want to be smarter and more powerful? Naturally, they would have a lot of dealings with these two.
But … they really only wanted to look at the stone or cast statues in the temple and then use money to knock out a few priests. What was the matter with the saints coming to the mortal world?!
What was the reason for these big shots who should not appear in the mortal world to gather together? Suddenly, everyone seemed to understand something and looked at the list of scrolls that had fallen from the hands of Old Duke Becker to the ground.
The names recorded on the scrolls … did they refer to their original bodies? What was the purpose of this list again? It was a follow-up to the Bachmann family incident. If people died, it would list the real murderer. It meant that those people were all dead, and the murderers were these big shots in front of them … How did it happen? This was the question in everyone's mind.
When this group of saints came to the hall and stood still, one of them, a burly man with a beard and curly hair who did not care about his appearance, said arrogantly, "Who wants to die so much? Stand out. How dare you spy on so many gods and demons in one breath. Where did you get the courage to act so recklessly? Do you really think we are so easily offended by mortals? "
When a group of saints appeared, the court mages who belonged to the military country could not avoid them. They could only face them head-on. They ran out of the small doors on both sides and stood in front of the emperor. As for the old emperor, he was very straightforward and did not run away. Because in his opinion, if this group of saints really wanted to cause trouble, they probably would not be able to escape. So why should he weaken his own momentum?
But whether it was him or Duke Becker, who was vaguely pointed out by the saints, before they could figure out how to deal with it, the whole situation ushered in another big change.
A whistle that seemed close but was actually far away echoed in their ears. The group of nobles was still dazed because these incredible beings had really appeared in front of them. They had no idea what was going on at all. But all the saints looked up at the sky. Even though they were separated by a roof, they seemed to be able to see through it as they watched the most troublesome one descend from the sky.
Suddenly, there was a series of loud bangs. Nine figures in white armor smashed through the roof and landed heavily on the ground. Not only did they create nine huge pits in the hard floor of the palace, but they also kicked up a gust of dust and sand with strong wind pressure. It was almost impossible to stand still. The magic array that was supposed to protect the palace was like a piece of paper. It was so pulverized that it did not have the slightest effect.
As the dust and sand gradually settled, the white-armored warriors slowly got up from their half-kneeling positions. The nine of them were armed in nine different ways. One of them was holding a long white spear, another was holding a broad-faced huge sword, and another was holding a huge shield that was similar to a door. What was similar was their white base color, as well as their mighty and valiant aura.
These nine people had not ignited the Divine Fire. They were not even gods. But on the battlefield, any one of them could face a mid-level Divine Power Evil God or the Lord of the Abyss alone. And their master, in the midst of a golden light that broke through the roof of the palace, drove a two-wheeled chariot and descended with a loud bang.
Even the dust and sand that was kicked up could not hide the wavy golden hair that was as bright as the sun. His figure was not tall, but in the eyes of others, he was as imposing as a giant. His appearance was not the same as the word "strong". But no matter whether good or bad, good or evil, when they saw him, they would take the initiative to avoid him.
The supreme master of the mysterious land, the Lord of Protection, Abros, had descended once again. He slowly opened his eyes. His gaze was like lightning as he scanned the saints and mortals present. No matter whether they liked him or not, they at least took a step back. Even the emperor, who was sitting on the throne, could not help but lean back.
This supreme master, with his majestic voice, said, "Who the hell is this bastard? Throwing trash into my house, and you want to see what's going on?! "
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