Capable people do more work, it was a fitting description for Bloody Mary.
Besides, it was hardworking and not afraid of death.
When it received the new order from its boss, it swiftly headed towards the hiding spot of the God of Mist.
It wanted to complain, but it knew the War Shrine had sent its men.
It knew the War Shrine had sent its men over as well.
If it didn't want to be trapped, it had to be fast!
As for fighting?
Bloody Mary didn't think it was good at frontal combat.
It preferred to stand in the shadow of its boss and ambush its enemies when they least expected it.
It wasn't easy to locate the hiding spot of the God of Mist, even if it had the corresponding location, because there were too many traps in the hiding spot.
However, it was a piece of cake for Bloody Mary.
There were no traps or mechanisms that could cause it any real trouble.
After all, it could be invisible.
When it walked into the hiding spot of the God of Mist, it clicked its tongue in disdain.
"What a broken place!
"This is too simple and crude!"
"Are you not ashamed to call yourself a 'God'?"
It's not even as clean as my basement! "
Bloody Mary patrolled the area and lost all interest.
Other than the two decent items that its boss said were on the shabby altar, there was nothing else.
There was nothing else. The altar was built in the most primitive way, and there were a few pottery vessels in the corner. Apart from these, there were no secret rooms or secret passages. It was like an underground worm nest.
Bloody Mary grabbed the two items and left the underground cave.
Two minutes after Bloody Mary left, a palm-sized, slightly turbid crystal appeared out of thin air and fell to the ground.
The crystal was very hard and heavy, and when it fell to the ground, it produced a loud thud.
As the light on the crystal shone, a cylindrical monster mirage with a mouth that looked like a maggot appeared.
The monster hissed ferociously at the direction where Bloody Mary left.
It then brought the crystal to the corner, bit by bit.
The mirage monster swiftly dug the soil in the corner.
It seemed like the monster wanted to leave the place by digging.
In less than a minute, an almost straight path appeared. The shadow pushed the palm-sized crystal to the surface, and then …
A hand grabbed the crystal.
The monster mirage never expected this to happen, looking at Bloody Mary in shock and disbelief.
"Really?"
"You're really poor!"
Bloody Mary raised its hand and dispersed the monster mirage. It then took the crystal and vanished into thin air.
As for his concealment?
Bloody Mary noticed it at the first moment.
Don't forget that Bloody Mary was a Grandmaster when it came to hiding in the void. This kind of newbie technique was nothing in front of Bloody Mary.
An hour after Bloody Mary left, a group of 10 men appeared near the underground cave.
The leader was a middle-aged man who was as sturdy as a city wall. Even the heavy plate armor he wore could not hide his bulging muscles. With every step he took, a creaking sound could be heard. There was no doubt that as long as he exerted a little more strength, the plate armor would be torn apart.
"Bishop Sincavolt, this is the place."
A young man who was a size smaller than the middle-aged man walked over. He was holding something similar to a compass and pointed at the entrance of the cave.
The middle-aged man double-checked before he walked towards the entrance of the cave.
The moment he stepped into the cave, a stream of acid gushed at his face.
The middle-aged man had no intention of dodging. He wiped the acid off his face like he was washing his face and continued forward.
Sou Sou Sou!
A few steps later, a sea of arrows rained down on the middle-aged man.
The arrows landed on the middle-aged man's body, but other than a few sparks, it was useless.
After the sea of poisonous gas appeared, the middle-aged man took a deep breath and sucked the gas into his stomach, swiftly digesting it.
Straight Dash!
After confirming his destination, the middle-aged man didn't stop.
10 minutes later, he arrived at the deeper part of the cave.
Looking at the empty cave and the tiny hole in the corner, the middle-aged man laughed coldly.
"Do you think you can escape?"
The middle-aged man strode over and punched the hole in the corner.
Kakrooom!
The ground trembled.
The frozen ground that could break a man's bones when he fell was turned into a pile of mud and flew up into the sky. The middle-aged man jumped up from the newly opened tunnel.
Then …
He frowned.
The 'traitor' presence vanished.
"Acker?"
The middle-aged man turned around and asked.
The young man who followed closely behind immediately took out a tool that looked like a compass.
However, the needle on the tool didn't move at all.
"Lord Bishop, the traitor … Lord Bishop, there's a new situation!"
The young man who was about to answer suddenly cried out in shock.
The needle in the tool started to spin crazily like a bowstring.
On top of that, the evening sky swiftly turned dark.
"Hmph!"
The middle-aged man grunted coldly when he saw the scene, raised his hand and punched to the side.
Fuung!
The air-breaking sound that came from his fist sounded like a giant swinging a battering ram. When the sound reached its peak, the airflow rumbled together and transformed into a cannonball that flew further away.
"Argh!"
An agonizing cry sounded.
A whole body was smashed into pieces, including the head.
Blood mist filled the air as more bodies appeared.
They looked gloomy, dragging their weapons and wobbling their bodies. Every step they took, a loud "Ha!" sounded from their mouths.
"It's the riders of Sicar!"
The young warrior cried out in surprise when he saw the insignia on the armor. Meanwhile, the veterans who had long since gotten used to this scene on the battlefield pulled out their weapons and rushed towards the armor.
It was just a small skirmish, there was no need for their bishop to make a move.
Only a truly powerful enemy would be worthy for their bishop to make a move.
The veterans who charged forward didn't notice the invincible bishop in their hearts suddenly turned pale.
Acker, the recruit, saw it.
It wasn't the first time he saw it.
"Lord bishop, how are you?"
Acker asked in a soft voice.
It was similar to the first time he noticed the unusual behavior of the bishop.
It was a secret between him and the bishop.
With a common secret, the recruit and the bishop had an unusual relationship. In fact, the reason why the recruit was able to join the group was also because of the relationship.
"I'm fine."
The bishop shook his head coldly.
"You can tell me if you need anything.
"You know, we are very close."
The recruit said as he turned around.
He seemed to have mentioned it unintentionally.
It felt like he purposely mentioned it.
No one knew what was going on.
In fact, no one would even care about it.
Because …
He was dead.
The recruit looked down in disbelief, looking at the claw that pierced through his chest.
Black, sharp claws.
When the new recruit turned his head, he suddenly realized that the bishop had become even more robust. His body had become taller, but his hair had become coarse and hard. Moreover, his mouth was protruding, and sharp teeth were constantly emerging.
'What happened?'
The recruit asked himself before he died.
At the same time, the veterans were also asking themselves the same question.
What happened?
Unfortunately, no one answered them at all.
What awaited them was death.
Even the unusual riders of Sicar suffered the same fate.
When the sky brightened up again, the afterglow of the evening shone over the battlefield, shedding light over the broken limbs. The blood-soaked battlefield looked even more dazzling.
"Hey, just a little bit more."
An indescribable voice reverberated in the air.
Then, it was carried away by the wind.
…
Anan Hotel was very lively at night.
The merchants who had been busy the whole day gathered in the lobby, chatting and laughing. The mercenaries that followed them, other than the ones on duty and the night watchers, also temporarily let their guard down.
The topic of the day wasn't who sold how much or what amazing items appeared.
It was about how much that man named Corin ate in the afternoon.
"Oh my god!"
"A hundred servings?"
"Is he a descendant of the giants?"
The exclamations sounded one after another.
At first, some people were still suspicious, but as more and more witnesses joined in, such doubts instantly dissipated.
Then, the merchants looked forward to seeing how much Kieran could eat.
Some of them had even started to bet on it.
It was the happiest time for the merchants.
"These bastards."
Owner Khorów shook his head helplessly.
He really wanted to tell these bastards how dangerous that man named Corin was.
Unfortunately …
Let's not talk about whether these bastards would believe him or not.
In order to avoid trouble, he couldn't tell them.
Once he did, his beautiful life would be broken.
"Give me a glass of eggnog."
Pol came back with a smile.
Things went surprisingly smoothly.
Everything was settled.
All he had to do was bring the land deed to Aïtantin Castle and find that fallen noble. Then, he would become a true noble, even though he only had a small piece of land.
"That Nora is really a prodigal son."
Khorów shook his head as he passed the eggnog to Pol.
Pol didn't hide anything from Khorów, so Khorów knew everything.
But because he knew, Khorów felt even more emotional. Land was an important thing, yet it was sold just like that. If that bastard was his descendant, he might jump out of his coffin in anger.
Unfortunately, he wasn't.
His grandfather and father wouldn't jump out of nowhere.
Even if they did, someone would deal with them beforehand.
"Times are changing!
Nobles might still be noble!
But … it won't be as much as before! "
Pol said with a hidden meaning.
"Then why do you want to become a noble?"
Khorów asked back.
"Because I need this identity, including the convenience that comes with it, even if it isn't as noble as before."
Borl raised his glass and gave a toast to Holuff before he drank the wine with a smile.
Khorów shook his head, obviously disagreeing with Pol's words.
"Powerful!
Being powerful is the root of everything!
For example, that Corin who goes with you. If you are as powerful as him, a lot of things will be solved! "
Khorów said.
Pol was stunned for a moment, but in the end, he put down his glass with a bitter smile.
"Powerful?
That's not enough to describe him.
The real description should be … "
Khorów pricked up his ears, waiting for Pol to describe Kieran, but when his voice reached this part, Pol kept quiet. Khorów raised his glass of sweet egg wine and felt that the sweet egg wine had started to taste bitter.
'Powerful?
Of course I know.
I've done the same. '
But as powerful as him?
Pol shook his head.
He didn't even dare to think about it!
…
Kieran's lips curled up into a smile as he looked at the three spoils of war in front of him.
A walking stick that had recently become popular among the nobles of Aïtantin Castle.
A short musket.
And lastly, a crystal.
[Name: Questioning Staff]
[Type: ETC]
[Rarity: Rare]
[Attack: Strong]
[Defense: Powerful]
[Attribute: Question]
[Effect: None]
[Prerequisite: Spirit, Intuition A +]
[Able to bring out of dungeon: Yes]
[Remark: When you are hesitant or lost, it will be a great helper. Of course, it can also be a decent weapon.]
…
[Question: Hold the staff with your right hand, release it and it will guide you to the right direction, 2 times per day]
…
[Name: Dark Potion Spear]
[Type: Weapon]
[Rarity: Legendary]
[Attack: Powerful]
[Attribute: 1. First Attempt; 2. Fire; 3.]
[Effect: None]
[Prerequisite: Strength A]
[Able to bring out of dungeon: Yes]
[Remark: It was originally an item developed by the War Shrine but the Black Cataclysm revealed its true nature and changed everything.]
…
[First Attempt: The first bullet doesn't need to be reloaded and it will fire an air bullet with Powerful attack, 6 times per day]
[Reload: When you reload the gunpowder and bullet according to the standard procedure, the bullet will not only have Powerful attack, it will also have Strong fire attack (every time you reload, you can confirm whether or not the special effect will be activated), 3 times per day]
[Charge: After a short charge of 1 second, the air bullet can be fired in a 120 ° angle in a fan shape (requires at least 3 air bullets), 1 time per day]
…
One was Rare and the other was Powerful. The former was a unique melee weapon and the latter was a decent ranged weapon.
More importantly, both of them could be brought out of the dungeon.
It was something that Kieran had been looking forward to.
Of course, what concerned Kieran the most was the crystal that was the size of a palm and had a turbid surface.
[Name: Lord of Mist]
[Type: ETC]
[Rarity: I]
[Attack: None]
[Defense: I]
[Attribute: 1. Mist Control; 2. Poison Mist Assault]
[Effect: Land of Sicar]
[Prerequisite: Spirit SSS]
[Able to bring out of dungeon: Yes]
[Remark: An item that was accidentally born during the Black Cataclysm]
…
[Mist Control: Summon a 100-meter radius mist and shroud everything in sight, 2 times per day]
[Poison Mist Assault: Spread a Powerful rank poison mist in the mist, targets who fail to pass will suffer lethal poison damage.]
…
[Land of Sicar: Within the Land of Sicar, the title of Mist has been acknowledged. With the Lord of Mist, you can move the mist at will and infuse it with poison mist, but it will consume your stamina accordingly.]
…
"Land of Sicar?"
Kieran picked up the crystal and muttered to himself softly.
He tapped his finger on the table a few times.
Guesses popped up in Kieran's mind.
Then, a series of prayers suddenly burrowed into his mind.
"Oh supreme lord!"
"Please hear our prayers, we will carry out your will, bow to your greatness, bear your name and shine the world, everything we have will be bestowed by you …"
Amidst the prayers, Kieran sharply noticed the Power of Faith was gathering towards him through the [Lord of Mist].
At the same time …
He also felt some malicious and extremely hungry gazes.
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