Chapter 107

A few days passed in the blink of an eye.

Lamaegion's escort team had been on the move for a few days. They were about to leave the Murau Marquisdom and enter Duke Fidelis' territory.

It was a large territory that was three times larger than the Murau Marquisdom. The lord was the younger brother of the current King, Duke Fidelis. Naturally, the territory occupied a lot of land and was much more prosperous than the Murau Marquisdom.

If the escort team wanted to pass through this territory, it would take quite some time.

However, once they passed through Duke Fidelis' territory, they would arrive at the royal capital and enter the central city of the Mithra Kingdom.

That was the most prosperous city in the Mithra Kingdom, as well as the capital of the kingdom. It occupied a much larger area than other cities, and many people yearned for it.

However, it was undoubtedly the center of power struggles. Not only was the palace located there, but there were also many nobles and even greater nobles. If one wanted to get involved in such a power structure, one would have to be prepared to be bitten to pieces.

Of course, that had nothing to do with Shien, nor did it have anything to do with the escort team that was still on the way.

Shien and the rest were still on their way, with the royal capital as their destination. They were now preparing to leave the Murau Marquisdom and enter Duke Fidelis' territory.

At the same time, in a dark corner of the Murau Marquisdom, black figures appeared one after another.

These black figures had just come out of a temple. They were all holding weapons or wands in their hands, and their bodies were covered in blood.

This was especially so for an old man, who was almost covered in blood from head to toe.

In the temple behind these people, countless clergymen were lying on the ground, lifeless. The temple was completely dyed red with blood, and even the statue of the goddess had fallen to the ground, crushed to pieces.

Such behavior should never have occurred in this world.

Because all life in the human world were the children of the Protoss. They saw God as their creator and received God's blessings. Their faith in God's authority was greater than that of the king's. Therefore, even the king of a kingdom would not dare to commit such treacherous and evil acts.

Not to mention humans, even the Demons would not do such a thing. Otherwise, it would be destroying the rare peace.

However, these people had done such a thing without any scruples.

Because they were the Old Demons. They saw God as their enemy and humans as ants. They even viewed the peaceful Demons as traitors. They were recognized as terrorists and cancer in the Three Realms.

Under the leadership of the old man, this group of people from the Old Demon Sect killed their way over. Whenever they saw a temple or a clergyman, they didn't show any mercy. God knew how many people they had killed.

This was not the first time they did such a thing, and they believed it would not be the last.

That is, if they can continue to survive.

"We're almost at Rampage now, right?"

The old man muttered.

"Yes, Lord Bedo."

One of the demons lowered his head and responded to the old man, calling out his name.

This old man was Beetho, the mastermind of the large-scale assassination in the capital ten years ago. He was also the leader and the strongest of the three masterminds of the old demons.

Bedo asked the Old Demons who seemed to be his subordinates as he wiped his bloodstained hands.

"Yes," Bedo asked the Old Demons who seemed to be his subordinates expressionlessly as he wiped his bloodstained hands.

"Yes," the subordinate replied respectfully. The subordinate replied respectfully, "According to our men, it seems that Lord Killian has been escorted away by Lamageon's men."

"Escorted away?" Bedo's hands paused for a moment before he said in relief, "I see. Since they couldn't wait for the men from the Royal City to escort him, they escorted him there themselves?"

"After all, it's just a small town under the jurisdiction of a Marquis. The strongest person in the town is only Level 68. With such strength, they must be worried that they won't be able to stop us from rescuing them, right?" The subordinate said disdainfully. "Compared to the Royal City, the people there are too weak."

The Old Demons nodded in agreement. It seemed that they were very confident in their own strength.

Even though the Old Demons were not as high as Belem, they did not think that they would lose to Belem.

Their thinking was not that blind.

Demons were generally strong enough to overwhelm Protoss. Even though the Demon King was dead, the Demons were still far superior to the other races in terms of race strength.

Therefore, even if the Demons were of the same or higher level, the other races might not be able to defeat the Old Demons. There was a high chance that they would lose.

Although the Old Demons were not of the same level, they were stronger than most people of the same level in terms of strength.

In Vivian's words, the growth potential of the Demon Tribe was extremely high. Every time they leveled up, the improvement they would receive would be greater than that of the other races. Furthermore, they had learned all sorts of skills exclusive to the Demon Tribe, so they definitely couldn't be underestimated just because their levels were higher than theirs.

However …

"They're so weak. Killian actually failed in such a place. I'm afraid he's so humiliated that he wants to commit suicide."

Beetho smiled eerily. His words showed how deep the relationship between him and Killian was.

"We've received a lot of investigation reports about this," the subordinate said. The subordinate said, "It is said that the reason why Lord Killian failed was because someone had a very powerful magic tool."

"Oh?" Bedo raised an eyebrow and looked at the subordinate. "What kind of magical instrument is it? A contraband left behind from the war a thousand years ago? Or a rare legendary item? "

"We're not sure yet." The subordinate lowered his head and said in shame, "We don't have much information about that magical instrument, but it's definitely something big. There have been many strange phenomena around Lamigion recently. Sometimes the wilderness and mountains were cut open, and sometimes the outskirts of the town were burnt black. Lord Killian also failed in that place. I think that there might be something shocking hidden in Lamigion."

"Is that so?" Beetho narrowed his eyes and muttered to himself, "No wonder the traitor who only cared about escaping would stay there, leading to us finding her traces and finding her location. Looks like that thing should have attracted the traitor."

"Then what should we do?" the subordinate asked. "Should we attack Lamigion and snatch that treasure?"

Bedo was tempted.

If he could get his hands on that treasure, it would definitely be of great use.

But …

"We're not sure what it is yet. If we attack it recklessly and end up like Killian, it won't be worth it," Bedo said after some thought. Beetho pondered and said, "Let's save Killian first and ask him what that thing is. Then, we can make a proper plan."

The subordinate and the surrounding Demons immediately obeyed the order.

Beetho glanced at the temple behind him, and magic power erupted from his body.

"Boom!"

The temple was immediately blasted away by a burst of fierce flames, and slowly began to burn.

Only then did the old devils disappear without a trace, disappearing without a trace.