Kieran entered the Battle of Winter Night as the representative of the Herders.
Kieran didn't forget about it.
This identity granted him the right to enter the Battle of Winter Night, but it had also been restricting him all this while.
He represented Ai City.
He couldn't do anything that was out of line.
Therefore, even though he knew there was something good in the city, Kieran had to search for it with his hands and feet tied.
It was just a deal.
But since he made a promise, Kieran wouldn't go back on his words.
But!
Things were different now!
Something unexpected happened!
The big shot who organized the Battle of Winter Night was setting up a trap!
Regardless of what the big shot wanted to do, Kieran was free from his restraints.
Even Huai Cuike, who made a deal with Kieran, had nothing to say under such circumstances.
The big shot might even approve of Kieran doing something to save himself!
That's right!
He was saving himself!
No one could force him to sit back and wait for his death!
However, Kieran wasn't in a hurry to make his move.
He wanted to know what the big shot and Scarlet Skull were trying to do.
Or more precisely, they were plotting something.
"Outside?"
Kieran muttered to himself.
He put the empty lunch box back into his backpack and took out another one, placing it beside the campfire.
In his heart, Kieran was contacting Bloody Mary.
Under the power of countless contracts.
The distance between Bloody Mary and Scarlet Skull was non-existent to Kieran.
Even if he traveled through space!
…
Beep Beep Beep!
The communicator on Daliphen's waist rang.
He looked at the contents of the communicator and his face turned heavy.
The middle-aged man who was snoring a moment ago, as if he was drunk, stood up with a flip.
"What's wrong?"
The middle-aged man asked.
"See for yourself!"
Daliphen passed the communicator to the middle-aged man and walked down the hill.
The middle-aged man glanced over the contents of the communicator.
He quickly followed Daliphen without a word.
The contents of the communicator were simple, there was only one sentence.
The camp of the freaks had entered in advance, and the Herders and Mutants had suffered heavy losses.
As the engine roared, Daliphen drove the car like it was flying towards a secret camp ten kilometers away from the hill.
Bang!
Daliphen had no intention of stepping on the brakes. The solid wood roadblock was sent flying by the modified off-road vehicle.
The aggressive Daliphen pushed away the guards who came to question him and rushed into the tent at the center of the camp with the middle-aged man.
"Ciroc, tell me!"
"What happened?"
"Why did the freaks enter in advance?"
Daliphen questioned the man in the tent.
The man named Ciroc glanced at Daliphen, then lowered his head and looked at the communicator on the table without saying a word.
Under the light of the tent, strands of white hair emerged from the man's blonde hair. Wrinkles spread out from the corners of his eyes. His face, which was supposed to be handsome, seemed a little old at this time.
However, that calmness gave him another kind of mature charm.
Bam!
"Answer me!"
Daliphen slammed the table and roared.
Ciroc, on the other hand, was not moved at all.
Even when Daliphen grabbed him by the collar at the next moment, his reaction was the same.
"Bastard!
Say something! "
Daliphen roared.
"Say what?
Tell you the number of casualties?
Or are you going to charge in and kill those freaks? "
Ciroc asked coldly.
"Then you are not going to do anything?"
Daliphen asked.
"I've already done it!
Before you guys came!
Now, I'm waiting for news! "
Ciroc replied.
Daliphen stared straight into Ciroc's eyes and the latter stared back without backing down.
In the end, Daliphen let go of Ciroc.
He took a few deep breaths and his eyes finally calmed down.
"Tell me, what happened?"
Daliphen asked.
"The freaks broke the rules!"
Ciroc replied.
"I know!
"Which bastard am I asking?"
I'll break its neck! "
Daliphen said with clenched teeth.
"I'm investigating!"
Ciroc said coldly.
The moment his words subsided, the communicator on the table rang. Ciroc answered it right away.
"It's me, Ciroc."
Ciroc said.
"Ciroc, we have a big problem.
"I suggest you bring everyone to me."
"Lord Victor has been killed!"
Mian Yi's voice was trembling.
The voice from the communicator clearly entered the tent. The angry Daliphen and the middle-aged man were stunned.
Victor!
A name that seemed normal!
But everyone in the mystical realm knew what the name represented.
Justice!
Rigor!
Everything would be treated fairly before Victor's eyes!
Just like the Nephilic Judge in the legends, all the unfairness would be exposed and all the grievances would be cleared.
As a matter of fact, there were already people who addressed Victor as Lord Nephilic Judge.
Those who received help from Victor addressed him as Lord Nephilic Judge.
There were also some monsters among them.
Some harmless but persecuted monsters.
Because of these monsters joining the fray, Victor's title as the Nephilic Judge spread like wildfire.
And that was 20 years ago.
Now?
Anyone who mentioned Victor would add the title of Lord.
Even the tycoons of the land were no exception.
Mian Yi was the best example!
Mian Yi was infuriated by the monsters' early entry, but his head was dizzy at the moment. He never thought those monsters would be so bold as to attack Victor.
Doing so was tantamount to starting a war!
"Are those bastards crazy?"
Mian Yi grumbled.
Because of Song Shi Family's uniqueness.
Mian Yi would never want a war to break out.
One needed to know, although Song Shi Family had the identity of Inhumans, the source of their family was a monster.
During normal times, their identity might be nothing, they could even benefit from both sides, but during times of war, their identity would never be trusted.
Humans would think of them as monsters.
As for the monsters, they would remember what they had done.
"Damn it!"
Mian Yi cursed softly, but he wasn't slow at all. He transformed into a stream of light and flew towards another camp.
The monster camp.
Many translucent, translucent, and strange-looking monsters gathered in the basin behind the shadow.
However, they didn't look ferocious or scary at the moment.
Instead, their usual ferocious and scary faces were filled with confusion.
The reason for the confusion was the body in the middle of the camp.
It was a headless, badly mutilated corpse that was sitting there.
Strictly speaking, it couldn't even be considered a body anymore.
It was a pile of bones with rotten meat hanging on it.
They remembered clearly that a group of ghouls attacked the camp.
The monsters didn't agree to communicate. These ghouls were violent and fearless, and there were a few Witchcraft practitioners among them, causing quite a lot of trouble for the monsters.
However, when they saw the body in front of them, they knew the real trouble had just begun.
Victor was dead!
He died in their camp!
More importantly …
The shard of [Philosopher's Stone] on him was gone.
When the monsters found the body, they searched the place thoroughly.
They didn't find any shard.
The worst thing was, the shard of the Philosopher's Stone was with Victor, and some monsters were curious about the shard and asked to have a look.
Viktor didn't refuse it.
Although during the trial, Victor was fair and serious, most of the time, he was a kind person.
Not only to humans, but to monsters as well.
In fact, Victor didn\'t bring any guards with him this time. He settled in the camp of the freaks to prove his trust in the freaks.
But …
The result was cruel.
Victor died in the attack.
With the death of the other party, everything changed!
There was no way to explain!
There was no need for proof!
Everyone would think that the monsters were after the [Philosopher's Stone] and killed Victor.
In fact, at this moment, many freaks in the freak camp were already sizing each other up. Even they themselves were speculating whether a freak had taken a risk out of desperation.
Victor was a decent person.
No one would deny that.
However, the temptation of the [Philosopher's Stone] was undeniable.
"Who was protecting Lord Victor before this?"
A monster with scales all over its body asked.
"It's me, Lord Du."
A translucent monster with the face of a young woman was floating in the air, answering softly. Its eyes were filled with sorrow when it looked at the headless body.
"Em.
You deserve to die! "
The monster with scales raised its hand and a flame engulfed the translucent female spirit.
The spirit saw the flame but didn't dodge.
It allowed the flame to burn its body.
It didn't protect Victor well, so it was willing to accept death as an apology.
However, when the flame burned its body, it suddenly felt a presence.
A very familiar presence!
The presence of the [Philosopher's Stone]!
It started to struggle.
It shouted loudly.
"It's you!"
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