The scorching heatwave assaulted Celder's face, burning his cheeks. Not only did he feel a burning sensation on his face, even his breath was stopped.
What happened?
Celder widened his eyes, trying to get a clear look.
However, the Devil Flame's temperature and blinding light blinded him.
All he could hear was the burning noise in his ears.
Fire?
That's right, it was fire!
Celder finally recalled the scene that happened just now.
Then, Celder shuddered because he knew what it meant.
"How is this possible?
How is this possible?
"2567 barely managed to hold off the Prairie King and eventually won because of luck, how could he easily destroy the lord's setup?"
It can't be!
Something must have gone wrong! "
Celder was roaring in his heart.
However, reality wouldn't change because of a person's will.
After taking a few steps back and escaping from the scorching heat of the Devil Flame, Celder widened his dry, blurry eyes and saw a ball of scarlet flame fly up like a meteor, crashing into the 'sky' above his head.
KABOOM!
Another explosion went off.
Unlike the sudden explosion before, this time, everyone clearly saw how the Devil Flame destroyed the ominous aura in a destructive manner.
Then, everyone clearly heard a sharp, agonizing scream.
The agonizing scream sent chills down one's spine.
The important figures from the south who welcomed Mary shivered uncontrollably because they knew what the old duke's setup was.
They knew what the scene before their eyes represented since they knew what the old duke's setup was.
They lost!
Before the battle even started, they had lost completely!
The important figure that gave them unparalleled confidence, the figure that they relied on, other than wailing in agony, all he brought them was fear.
The most primitive and pure fear was born from the comparison of strength.
Naturally, the important figures from the south had the same question popping up in their hearts.
How strong was 2567?
As for what the report said?
After witnessing the scene before their eyes, if anyone still believed in the report, they would be the ones seeing a ghost.
Those bastards should be hung to death!
And that bastard …
What a bunch of trash!
The southern bigwigs couldn't help but curse Celde in their hearts when they thought about how they had spent a fortune every year in exchange for such completely false information.
Among the big shots in the south, everyone knew that Celder was in charge of the intelligence department.
The six barons glared fiercely at Celder with rage from being deceived. They then looked at the black figure with doubtful gazes.
Kieran's strength made them start to doubt their lives.
Kieran paid no attention to this at all.
Of course, he could feel their gazes.
However, his attention was already locked onto the camp of the southern reinforcements.
Or more precisely, it was the Ghastly Woods Sect member who kept wailing in agony.
The old Earl of Will had always supported Jeanne James.
It wasn't a secret that Mary's aunt came from the Ghastly Woods Sect, just like how she was the First Seat of the Ghastly Woods Sect that wasn't acknowledged by anyone.
Jenny James had been dead for a long time now, but someone from the Ghastly Woods Sect had appeared beside the old count.
Kieran knew what it meant for him to appear in such a manner.
However, he wasn't in a hurry to make his move. He ordered Fire Raven to keep a close eye on the man before he looked down at Mary, who was also astonished.
"Your Highness."
Kieran said softly.
Mary nodded slightly, the astonishment on her face swiftly fading away.
She didn't know what happened.
But she knew she had to trust Kieran.
She was used to such trust and she didn't plan to change it.
So, she didn't conceal her emotions: she clenched her fists tightly.
Kieran felt the strength of her fists, he knew the young princess beside him was nervous even though she didn't show it on her face.
"Cover your ears."
Kieran said all of a sudden.
The young princess was slightly stunned, she quickly covered her ears with her hands. Then …
Roar!
The arrogant devil mirage appeared behind Kieran.
It roared at the sky.
Under the sun, the magma body emanated an unimaginably powerful aura.
The chaotic and rampant aura was like a waterfall falling from the sky, crashing onto the ground.
KABOOM!
Everyone felt like the ground was trembling.
In fact?
The ground didn't tremble.
It was their bodies that trembled!
It was their legs that trembled!
It was their hearts!
It was as if a giant was looking down at them!
It was as if a giant was looking down at them.
The Evil Demon phantom that they saw seemed to grow with the wind and soon became so large that it covered the sky.
Was it an illusion?
No!
It wasn't!
It was the suppression of a vicious beast at the top of the food chain against the prey at the bottom of the food chain.
Bam!
The second son of the old duke, a young man who had never been through real training, was the first to succumb to the fear under the suppression. He knelt on the ground.
Following the second son's kneeling, the others fell like dominoes.
Bam Bam Bam Bam. Sounds of falling sounded one after another.
The important figures of the southern reinforcement army knelt on the ground one after another.
Then, it was the riders who welcomed them.
Then, it was the soldiers from the camp further away.
No exceptions.
All that was left was Kieran and Mary on the scarlet red velvet carpet.
As for Fanner, Torstar, Jyaichi and Ganarde?
The moment the devil mirage appeared, the four of them knelt down on one knee and looked at the black figure with reverence. When everyone else knelt down …
Reverence turned into fanaticism!
The fanaticism that came from the bottom of their hearts and souls.
They were like devoted believers.
Or, more precisely, a fanatic believer.
They looked at Kieran as if they were looking at a God.
In fact, in the eyes of the important figures of the south, what was the difference between Kieran and a God?
"This … This … How … How …"
Celder who knelt on the ground, his lips were trembling, he wanted to say something.
But he stuttered, no one could hear what he said.
Besides, no one paid attention to what he said at that particular moment.
Everyone's eyes were focused on the only two standing figures in the scene.
All eyes were on them.
But Mary wasn't nervous anymore.
Who would be nervous in front of a bunch of people who knelt down?
At least, not Mary.
She turned around and raised her head slightly to look at Kieran's calm face.
She couldn't help but curl up her lips.
She raised her hand again.
Kieran extended his hand again.
She held Kieran's hand and walked forward again.
Kieran followed her slowly.
The wind blew under the sun.
The black crow feathers were shaking and fluttering.
It was the only sound in the southern reinforcement camp at that moment.
It seemed to dominate the heaven and earth.
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