The people rushed out of the manor like a rising tide.
With this group of people who were the most severely infected by the Plague of Decay as witnesses, the people around them quickly joined the search for the culprit.
Never underestimate the power of the common people when they united.
Their power would be unimaginable.
In less than half an hour, all the subordinates of the wandering doctor were captured.
Besides, when they were facing Kieran, they spilled out the truth even faster than before.
"We are just following that bastard's orders!
This has nothing to do with us! "
"Please believe me, Your Majesty!"
…
Under the furious gazes of the crowd, the 'strangers' who were captured began to weep bitterly one after another.
Kieran unnoticeably kept his hand away.
It was as if he had never moved an inch since the beginning.
As for the others?
The people who were tortured by the plague swarmed them and drowned them in an instant.
Luphus couldn't help but shake his head.
He didn't have the intention to persuade them.
Since they had done such a thing, they were courting death.
Such people didn't need to be saved.
They didn't deserve to be saved either.
After all, they were the ones who spread the plague.
Of course, Luphus still had his reservations about the mastermind, the wandering doctor.
The wise man didn't believe the doctor … or rather, he was sure there was someone else behind the scenes.
Who was it?
The answer was obvious.
Instinctively, Luphus wanted to say something to Kieran, but when he looked up, he realized Kieran, who was supposed to be beside him, was gone.
Stunned for a while, Luphus couldn't help but sigh.
"Since you've done it, you must have the determination to bear the consequences."
Luphus muttered.
…
"Damn it!"
The lord of Gordor, dressed in plain clothes, strode into the secret passage.
He never thought his plan, which he had been so sure of, would go wrong, nor did he expect the demigod to react so quickly.
"Do you think you've succeeded?
Let me tell you!
This is just the beginning!
As long as I drink it, I can turn defeat into victory! "
In his final moments, the lord of Gordor didn't care about anything else.
He didn't care about his ally's suggestion to leave together.
He was the lord of Gordor!
How could he leave his territory!
This place was his!
Everything was his!
He was the king of this place!
He was the god of this place!
Ta, ta, ta!
He dashed into the secret room swiftly, ignoring the panicked guards. Then …
He saw a figure holding a goblet and gulping it down like he was drinking water.
"Ahhhhh!"
The Overlord shouted in a frenzy. He drew his sword from his waist and charged forward.
Bang!
The figure didn't even turn around. Instead, he turned around and kicked the lord's chest, sending him flying and crashing to the ground. His sword let out a crisp clang as he landed on the ground.
"Stop right there!"
"That is mine!"
"Mine!"
Ignoring the pain in his chest, he struggled and roared.
However, the figure completely ignored him.
On the contrary, it was even more nourishing.
When the last bit of liquid in the beaker was licked clean, the figure smacked his lips.
"T-This is delicious."
Stuttering and muffled words, the figure turned around and the lord of Gordor saw the figure's face.
"Ryan!"
The lord of Gordor widened his eyes as his voice was filled with hatred and shock.
He couldn't believe that the person who drank the secret potion that he had prepared for a long time was Ryan.
He had set up a secret formation that specifically targeted Gods in this place. Even the God of Mercy didn't notice this place, so how could a demi-god do it?
And how could he drink the secret potion?
One needed to know that the secret potion was powerful, but the steps to drink it were complicated as well, especially the catalyst that he had been carrying with him.
"Impossible!
"Impossible!"
"This is all fake!"
Refusing to accept reality, the figure staggered towards the cone-shaped funnel in the middle of the secret room. However, before he could get close, the funnel filled with boiling gray liquid was smashed by Gluttony with a punch.
The gray liquid and boiling air gushed out of the funnel.
Gluttony dipped his hand into the gray liquid and put it into his mouth.
Instantly, his face scrunched up.
"T-This is disgusting."
After saying that, Gluttony turned around and left.
"Save me!"
The lord of Gordor finally recovered from the pain of the Plague of Decay after being splashed by the gray liquid. He screamed for help loudly.
In fact, not only the lord, but the guards in the corridor also cried for help after they breathed in the gray gas.
However, Gluttony didn't even spare a glance at the things that Kieran had ordered him not to eat. He walked out of the secret room, went through the secret passage, and came back to the surface. He slowly closed the door of the secret formation, isolating the cries for help.
Then, he looked at the gray gas that was floating in the air, opened his mouth wide, and sucked in all the gas.
After sucking all the gas into his mouth, Gluttony turned around and opened the door a little more, blowing the gas that he could not swallow back into his mouth.
Not just the gas in his mouth, but the gas that was about to disperse when the door was opened was blown back as well.
Bang!
The door of the secret room was closed again.
This time, Gluttony didn't stop. He vanished on the spot.
…
Dak Dak Dak!
The Wandering Doctor, Acker, was galloping away from Gordor Land.
When the town behind him turned into a black dot, the gentle-looking young man let out a long sigh of relief.
He knew he would fail.
But he didn't think it would be such a complete failure.
Once he thought about all the men that he had gathered with great difficulty dying in this mission, the gentle young man couldn't help but show a gloomy expression.
His loss was a little too great.
However, the bigger loss was that he couldn't use his identity anymore.
"I need to change my face again!
And I need to do it fast! "
With this thought in mind, when the warhorse passed by a bush, the young man leaped into the bush.
Of course, he wouldn't stay far away from the bushes.
The horse's hoofprints were too obvious.
'Go after it!
Let's go after that warhorse!
Run!
Take the pursuers' footsteps away from me! '
Amidst the heavy singing that sounded like a chant, the horse that paused for a while sprinted away even faster.
Wandering Doctor Acker heaved a sigh of relief as he watched the warhorse gallop away.
However, at the next moment, his breath stopped all of a sudden.
Because the man's neck was being squeezed.
It was being squeezed by Kieran's hand.
"Can you tell me where you came from?"
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