Hiding in the mist giant, Kieran's killer intents swept across the whole of Sicar.
Everyone who sensed the killer intents and harbored evil intentions shuddered.
All the pagans who sensed the killer intents and harbored evil intentions were in disbelief.
Especially the Withering Branch and the Resting Deer!
As the two pagans who had come into contact with the Mist before, their eyes widened as they stared at the Mist Giant that blotted out the sky. Feeling its might, their initial confidence in their plan began to waver.
Decaying Water, on the other hand, was infuriated after the initial shock.
However, the anger wasn't directed at the Mist.
It was directed at the two collaborators.
"Is this what you mean by not worth mentioning?"
Is this what you mean by don't mind?
Or … "
"You two have been scheming against me from the start?"
Decaying Water was communicating with Withering Branch and Resting Deer in a special way, and during the communication, it unconsciously distanced itself from them.
It was wary of both of them.
It didn't even try to cover up.
Because it didn't need to anymore.
Crippling Cold, who believed in both of them, had fallen into a dilemma.
As for itself?
It didn't want to end up like Crippling Cold.
Withering Branch and Resting Deer wanted to explain, but they didn't know what to say.
They really didn't know how powerful the Mist was.
They really didn't know how powerful the Mist was.
Just like the Crippling Cold.
The most important altar in Sicar was destroyed, and it infuriated Crippling Cold. It disregarded everything else and dashed out. It didn't think about anything else.
All it wanted was to kill the bastard who destroyed its altar.
It never thought it would provoke the Mist.
He had never imagined that the Dense Fog would be so powerful.
It wanted to say that it was a misunderstanding.
But would the Mist acknowledge its actions?
Or rather, if it was him, would it approve of him?
The answer was no, of course not.
Not only would it not acknowledge the Mist, it would retaliate even more fiercely.
With that thought in mind, Crippling Cold turned around and ran without a second thought.
Running away would cause the believers that it gathered with great difficulty to disperse, but it wasn't a big deal. It had ways to gather the believers again.
It was just a temporary departure.
Once he found a way to reconcile with the fog, everything would naturally return to normal.
'Crippling Cold' thought so, so it naturally did the same.
Crippling Cold turned around and ran towards the street occupied by his believers.
In times like this, only its old nest in Sicar could provide it with a sense of security.
Not only psychologically, but also physically — over a thousand dead souls!
Under the ground of that block, it had 'buried' thousands of souls.
Some of them were its believers.
Some were its prey.
It would be best if all of these became its trump cards.
It was a trump card that could save his life.
Sincavolt sneered when he saw Crippling Cold's actions.
"Looks impressive!"
His gaze swept past the Crippling Cold and landed on the Fog Giant. The bishop of the God of War did not mince his words.
Viscount Sicar beside him nodded in agreement.
"Mist is formless."
"Apart from the 'poison', the 'fog' can't possibly cause any actual damage. It's just scaring …"
Before Viscount Sicar could finish, he stopped abruptly.
A ball of blazing flame fell from the sky and smashed Crippling Cold's body.
The appearance of this flame that distorted the void was too sudden. 'Crippling Cold' didn't expect 'Dense Mist' to make such an attack.
When the scorching heat engulfed it, it reacted to the situation.
Facing the fireball that fell from the sky, it had no room to dodge, all it could do was take it head-on.
Fuuu!
A layer of freezing air as thick as a meter shrouded its body, reeking of decay.
Layers of densely packed dead souls sprung out from the ground and fused with the decaying aura.
The formless decaying aura turned pitch black.
Anyone who saw the darkness would feel fear in their heart.
Some of the weaker people even fell to the ground.
The darkness rumbled. Crippling Cold's non-humanoid face showed cruelty.
It was ready to unleash the screams of the dead souls.
Thousands of dead souls that fused with the decaying aura raised their heads up high. A special energy was gathering in their bodies.
"Decaying Aura as Shield!
"Ice as a sword."
Mist, do you really think you are the only one who can hide … "
KABOOM!
Kieran didn't have the mood to waste his breath. Devil Flame sped up and crashed into the black decaying aura.
It was like snow melting under the blazing sun.
The raging flames incinerated the black, decaying aura like breaking dry weeds and smashing rotten wood. Then, they collided with the frozen air.
KABOOM!
There was another rumble, and the ground trembled a little.
The freezing air was instantly disintegrated.
Everyone heard an inexplicable cry of pain.
The Crippling Cold was struck by the Devil's Flame.
Even after breaking through the two layers of protection, Devil Flame's power didn't decrease at all. Quite the opposite, with the Transcendence option of 'Malicious Spread', Devil Flame started to gather on Crippling Cold's body with Kieran's will as the core, burning fiercely.
In the next moment, the painful cries turned into mournful cries for mercy.
"S-Spare me!"
The begging followed the rumbling flame and engulfed the whole street block.
The street block that was occupied by Crippling Cold's believers was devoured by the flame and turned into ruins.
Crippling Cold's begging slowly grew weaker.
Soon, it went silent.
Then, the wind blew again.
The mist giant dispersed with the wind, leaving no traces behind.
All that was left were the astonished mortals in the city, the pagans who were at a loss of what to do, and … Viscount Sicar and Bishop Sincavolt who were in shock.
Viscount Sicar took a deep breath, suppressing the shock in his heart, and turned to Sincavolt.
The middle-aged man, who was as buff as a city wall, didn't have any expression on his face, but his slightly hurried breathing told Viscount Sicar that he shared the same shock in his heart.
"We should change our plans.
Withering Branch, Resting Deer, Decaying Water, and Crippling Cold have attracted too much attention, so much so that we forgot about the Mist.
Now, I think the Mist should be our main focus. "
Said Viscount Sicar.
"That's right.
Stop the current plan.
We need to reconsider. "
Bishop Sincavolt nodded.
"Stop?
Is there no other way? "
Viscount Sicar frowned.
After all, in order to gather these evildoers, he had spent countless Gold Purton. He had also sacrificed many lives, including his most beloved junior, Karl.
Stopping the plan now was unacceptable to him.
However, his rationality told him it was the best way.
Emotionally, though, he was still holding onto a glimmer of hope.
"None!
But we alone can't deal with pagans that we don't understand. "
The bishop shook his head in an affirmative manner.
"Then …"
"What about His Majesty?"
The viscount hesitated for a while before he asked softly.
"His Majesty is focusing on the calamity brought by the Calamity, he can't afford to be distracted anymore!
"You should know that compared to that person, these heretics are not even a scourge!"
We can't share more with His Majesty at this time, so let's not let His Majesty bear more. "
The bishop shook his head again.
"I understand.
I'll make the necessary arrangements. "
The viscount replied.
"I'll head out to the wild to search for more information about the birth of the Mist. Once I get anything, I'll inform you."
After saying that, the bishop left the tower.
Seeing Sincavolt's figure disappear completely, Viscount Sicar showed a strange smile, to the point that his face started to twist in a weird way.
He knelt down on one knee, facing the War Shrine.
"My Majesty, I will do my best.
I will share your burden. "
The mutters in his ears turned into praises for the God of War. Viscount Sicar's heart grew more excited, his face twisted to the extreme, almost shifting his features.
After leaving the viscount's mansion, Sincavolt didn't go through the main entrance, instead choosing the secret passage.
When he returned to the surface, the sun shone over the whole of Sicar, as if the mist from before was just a dream, but the image of the whole street district plunged into a sea of fire in his mind told the bishop that everything was real.
"Is it a surprise?
Damn it, it's real. "
A soft curse mixed with some slang came out of the bishop's mouth.
One of the deacons in the War Shrine who had been waiting outside looked at the bishop with his jaw dropped.
He never thought the noble, quiet, and reliable bishop would have such a side to him.
Especially the slang, it didn't seem to belong to Sicar.
The bishop was born and bred in Sicar, why would he speak slang?
Doubts appeared in the deacon's heart, but he didn't have the chance to ask.
His neck had been broken by his own bishop.
Plop!
After the emblem of the War Shrine was taken away, the body was simply dumped in the alleyway.
Sincavolt didn't care.
He knew very well that this corpse would be discovered very soon, but no one would inform the War God Temple.
No one wanted to get into trouble.
No one didn't want to make a fortune.
Especially when the identity of the body was still a secret. A rich enough purse could solve any problem, and there were plenty of people like that in Sicar.
The massacre calmed his heart down, Sincavolt then walked to the other side of the city.
With his rich experience, he wouldn't go searching for clues in the wild.
Searching in the wild was only useful against the pagans that appeared during the early days of the Black Cataclysm, but the Mist was different. The power it displayed was obviously not the common pagans.
The Mist was on a whole different level, a completely different opponent from the past.
Sincavolt didn't want to face such an opponent head-on.
Besides, the setup in Sicar was over.
Even if there were some accidents, the general outcome would not be affected.
Now, all he had to do was admire the scene quietly.
Sincavolt had the thought in his mind. His buff body soon turned small and normal, his face turned normal as well. A few steps later, he naturally blended into the endless stream of people.
…
Borl was quite lucky to be able to mail out the letter in the War God Temple.
In the letter, he detailed the incident that happened in Sicar and begged Borl to wait for him for two more days. To show his sincerity, Borl even put a 50 Gold Purton draft in the letter.
The money order was guaranteed by the royal court of Aïtantin Castle, so it could travel through the whole of Aïtantin and even the entire Northern Land.
"Thank you for your help."
Pol passed 1 Gold Purton to the priest beside him.
It was a necessary fee to deliver the message and also a tribute to the God of War.
However, the priest did not accept it, looking a little sluggish.
Pol followed the priest's gaze and looked outside the shrine.
The War Shrine in Sicar wasn't that big.
In comparison, it was almost the same as the War Shrine in Mozaar. Other than the decorations being slightly more luxurious, the structure of the War Shrine was made up of a main building and a square.
The main building consisted of a prayer room, a confessional, and a place where the clergy lived and lived.
Most of the worshippers could only move around the square, it was hard for them to enter the main building.
That was what Pol was doing at the moment.
He was standing on the square of the War Shrine.
The War Shrine might not be big but it was tall enough. Therefore, standing on the square of the War Shrine, one could clearly see everything in Sicar, including outside the city.
Borl's eyes widened as he looked at the 'fog giant' that appeared outside the city and the fireball that fell from the sky.
For some reason, he thought of the Flaming Devil at this moment.
No!
It couldn't be!
The mist wasn't 2567's style!
Besides, 2567 had no reason to make a move!
The Flaming Devil wasn't someone who would simply strike!
Pol thought as he stuffed the Gold Purton into the priest's hand and ran back to Anan Hotel.
Even though he denied it in his heart, he was still doubtful and curious.
Swiftly returning to the hotel, Pol went straight to Kieran's room.
Just when he was about to knock on the door, Pol stopped.
What kind of attitude should he use to ask?
Or rather, in what position did he have to ask?
If he angered Kieran, a single mishap …
Borl's body quivered as he thought of something. He quickly calmed down and retracted his hand that was about to knock on the door. He slowly turned around and walked into the hotel lobby as if nothing had happened.
'I've made sure it wasn't 2567's style.
There's no need for me to make sure anymore.
I don't need to spend time and effort on unnecessary things.
Especially the curiosity, it's unnecessary.
Pol, who followed his heart, was instantly freed and blended into the noisy crowd with a calm face.
Lagren looked at Borl with a doubtful gaze. He instinctively wanted to ask something, but waves of pain spread in his mind.
Khorów's expression changed. He immediately picked up the liquor beside him and gulped it down.
Feeling the pain disappear, Khorów heaved a sigh of relief.
As for the question he wanted to ask Borl, it was thrown out of his mind at this moment.
He was only suspicious now.
Could it be that his' illness' had worsened?
In an instant, Khorów became slightly melancholic.
After returning to his room, Kieran looked at the [Lord of Mist] in his hand with a smile.
[Lord of Mist] went through new changes again.
A very unexpected change!
.。 m.
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