The vigorous willpower of God of War looked down at his knee, which was hit by the arrow.
When did it happen?
He didn't know when he was shot.
More importantly …
How did the 'Mist' know where his weakness was?
Doubts and disbelief appeared on the vigorous willpower's face and froze it.
When the plague, which represented Calamity, exploded, the solidified willpower of God of War crumbled.
Pak!
It was like glass falling on the floor.
A clear sound later, the glass fell all over the floor.
Gluttony, who had been waiting for a long time, opened his mouth and swallowed all the glass shards into his stomach.
Sloth looked at his little brother gobbling down the glass shards with a doting gaze and yawned. He then started to rub his swollen temples.
Although he used Pride's dragon roar and tiger roar to mask the sound of the arrow, the real difficulty was to find the weakness of the vigorous willpower of God of War.
The only thing worth rejoicing about was that his brother's guess was right.
During the confrontation with Lady Calamity, the God of War was obviously weaker against the plague and disease.
Or rather, his weakness!
Otherwise, the Black Cataclysm wouldn't have broken out, and it wouldn't have lasted until Lady Calamity appeared.
Sloth didn't know who was the first to notice the weakness of the God of War.
However, when both sides were at odds, it would be a good idea to make use of it.
However, even with his big brother's guess, Sloth was exhausted.
"I'll leave the rest to you."
After saying that to Pride, Sloth fell into a deep slumber, snoring all over the place.
A barely noticeable grin appeared on Pride's face. He grabbed Sloth and Gluttony by the back of his neck and vanished in a flash.
The Knight and Ocean Water also vanished together with them.
…
After sensing the final changes in his body, Kieran slowly opened his eyes.
He picked up the handkerchief on the table and wiped the saliva off his mouth and palms. Before this, his mouth was filled with meat juices and oil stains, but after licking them clean, there was only a little saliva left.
Was it table manners?
Kieran's table manners were: don't waste food.
As for the rest?
Keep it simple.
Kieran stood up from his chair and stretched his body.
"What a nice breakfast."
Kieran commented.
At this moment, the lightning in the dark clouds near the gate of Chateau Aïtantin had already dispersed.
The 'War God' retreated.
To be more precise, the 'God of War' was shocked.
It was just a shock.
It was not considered a scare.
Kieran should be wondering why a so-called demi-god had abilities similar to Lady Calamity's. Would the two be related?
Kieran was certain that Lady Calamity, who had been confronting Lady Calamity all this while, had started to become paranoid.
This was what he wanted.
"Thank you, Kurtzargert."
Kieran, whose mind was still spinning with Kurtzargert's memories, could not help but speak from the bottom of his heart.
The councilman of the Silent Night Secret Order had not only brought him actual spoils of war, but his memories and plans were also of great importance to Kieran.
From his memories, what Kieran confirmed was not just the God of War's helplessness against diseases and plagues during the Black Cataclysm.
There was more information.
For example, the councilmen who were tied down in the south.
And …
Lady Calamity's background.
"It's much more complicated than I thought.
Broker, what kind of role did you play in all of this? "
Kieran thought in his mind.
He knew Kurtzargert must have played a crucial role in all of this.
But …
He was still not sure who Kurtzargert was.
However, the list of candidates had been narrowed down.
After all, Mr. Crucial was obvious, wasn't it?
…
The big city.
The sun was shining brightly. The majestic wind was blowing over Reederlay Bridge, fluttering Broker's hair.
Dressed like a newbie, Broker stood at the end of the bridge with squinted eyes, enjoying the comfort of the wind and the contentment of the sun. His face, which was covered, had an indescribable sense of peace.
He liked the atmosphere.
Otherwise, he wouldn't have chosen this place as the meeting point.
A few minutes later, Broker opened his eyes.
He looked at the river under the bridge. Everything was back to how it should be.
A smile hung on his face.
Schemes were hidden in his heart.
His eyes were filled with vigor.
After a short rest.
He was back.
Under the bridge, the river was flowing rapidly, gushing loudly.
Broker turned around and looked at the person who was walking towards him.
"Although the system is covering it, it's better if you don't smile, because it reminds me of a weasel."
The newcomer's outfit was similar to Broker's, but his aura was like an unsheathed longsword. Not only was it radiating coldness, but it was also showing off its sharpness. His cold tone even had a hint of hostility.
"Don't worry, I don't mean any harm.
"Otherwise …"
I wouldn't have come to you directly. "
Broker didn't listen to the person's opinion, continuing to smile. Even his voice sounded like he was smiling.
"Hmph, failed?"
The other party sneered.
"Mm."
Broker admitted it in a straightforward manner.
"I've said it before, she is one of a kind.
No one could surpass her in the past.
It's still the same now.
As for the future?
It's even more impossible. "
The person said in a firm tone, the coldness in his tone slowly fading away, his voice turning sonorous and fanatical.
"Yes, yes, yes.
"You're right."
Then what are you going to do? "
Broker asked.
The person didn't answer, he didn't even say a word, he just left with a cold smile.
Broker didn't ask, neither did he stop the person.
All he did was watch the person leave.
Until the person disappeared from his sight, Broker turned around and continued to look at the river under the bridge.
"Still as arrogant as ever!
What a pity.
I wonder if it will be the same the next time I see it.
Hope the river isn't too cold … "
As he muttered to himself, Broker jumped down from the cliff.
Splash!
The raging river rumbled and brought Broker away with it.
At the next moment …
Wung!
After a buzzing noise similar to a mosquito, the whole Reederlya Bridge was turned into dust.
The wind blew, scattering the dust.
The whole bridge was gone, as if it never existed.
All that was left was the mechanical law enforcers that arrived late, letting out a furious roar.
…
The dark clouds were heavy, suffocating the people, but it wasn't as intimidating as the thunder and lightning.
The people looked up at the dark clouds, many guesses popping up in their hearts.
At that moment …
Puk!
The captain of the War Shrine elite squad fell to the ground, spitting out blood.
Not only the captain, but the warriors of the War Shrine who were praying with him also fell to the ground, limping.
Some of them were like their captain, spitting out blood or bleeding from their seven orifices, their breaths weak.
Using the body of a mortal to withstand God's will, no matter how long they trained, it was impossible for them to come out unscathed.
It was a qualitative change.
Mortals couldn't withstand it.
Not everyone was a Superior Demon that was almost immortal.
The old marquis waved his hand.
Right away, the royal court guardians walked up and started to check on the injuries of the War Shrine elite warriors. Wagons after wagons were driven out from the city gate corridor.
After all his men were carried into the wagons, the captain thanked the old marquis.
"Thank you, Marquis Horton."
The captain thanked sincerely.
Maybe the old marquis before him wasn't a sincere believer of God of War, but what he did helped the War Shrine maintain its last bit of dignity, it was enough to thank him.
"It's my duty."
The old marquis replied with a smile.
No matter who fell from the two sides, he would come to the rescue.
It was a decision he had made a long time ago.
It was also an order from his Majesty.
He knew what to do.
But …
The 'dense fog' was unexpectedly powerful.
The old marquis, who was experienced and knowledgeable, could tell that the God of War was getting serious after two rounds of probing.
However, even under such circumstances, the Mist still displayed its tenacity and was able to resist such an attack!
"I have to slightly adjust my strategy against the Mist.
"Those believers of the Mist in the Lower Seven Rings deserve better treatment."
And … "
Deep in thought, the old marquis couldn't help but look at the place shrouded by the mist.
In fact, not only the old marquis, everyone at the scene was looking at the thick mist, including the captain of the War Shrine, who spat out blood and needed help to stand up.
They were all hoping to see the condition of the Mist believers and deduce something from it.
Under everyone's expectant gaze.
The mist slowly dispersed.
When the Mist believers were revealed, everyone at the scene was stunned, especially the captain of the War Shrine, who cried out in shock.
"Impossible!
This is impossible! "
Yeah!
It was impossible!
The same thought rose in everyone's heart when they saw how the people of the Mist were behaving right now.
There were no injuries.
Even their clothes were clean and shiny like new.
Even Bishop Simon's smile didn't change.
It was as warm as the sun.
Looking at the War Shrine believers who spat out blood and fell to the ground, the difference in strength was obvious.
Could it be …
The Mist was stronger than the God of War?!
Such thoughts uncontrollably popped up in the hearts of the bystanders.
Even the old marquis couldn't help but think so.
But soon enough, his rationality took over.
"That God of War is distracted by the calamity, he can't focus on the external enemy!
But … "
"The Mist is much more worth roping in than I thought."
The old marquis quickly concealed the shock in his heart and slowly walked up to Bloody Mary.
"Bishop Simon.
Please come with me.
His Majesty has arranged a place for you and the new lord of Sicar. "
The old marquis bowed as he spoke.
Then, he made a slight gesture with his palm behind his back.
Right after that, the royal court guardians quietly escorted the injured War Shrine warriors back to the War Shrine.
The winner and loser of the battle had been decided.
He had gotten the information he wanted the most.
As for the rest?
It was unnecessary.
Any more and it would be too late.
The God of War and the Mist's inability to break the siege was what he and his Majesty wanted to see.
Bloody Mary looked at the old marquis who was like a cunning old fox. If its boss didn't have his own plans, it would have killed the marquis.
The old marquis might not be strong enough, but he was not to be underestimated during crucial moments.
After the welcoming and escorting, Bloody Mary had to walk in a more orderly and solemn manner, then coincidentally ran into the War Shrine warriors at the city gate. If it was all a coincidence, Bloody Mary would kill itself a hundred times over.
"My Lord has told me that my brothers and sisters are there."
"I deserve to stay with them."
Bloody Mary pointed at the direction of the slums in the Lower Seventh Ring and tried to be as gentle as possible.
The lingering pain was still spreading in its body.
It seemed like the will of God of War was much stronger than it thought.
'After this, I must ask my boss for a holiday!
At least three … no, an hour!
I want to bask in the sun without any worries, then eat a meal of steak or lamb chops, preferably one with cumin and one with black pepper flavor. At least this way, when I encounter pain, I can imagine what it tastes like, so that I won't be unable to make up stories.
"As you wish!"
The old marquis didn't refute at all. He nodded and continued, "That place was ambushed last night and everything is being rebuilt. I'll try my best to transfer resources, but before that, I hope you can understand."
"Those damned heretics!"
In the end, the old marquis cursed softly.
Cursing like that didn't fit the old marquis' identity, it was very rude.
Still, it was enough to prove how angry the old marquis was.
A moment later, the old marquis realized something was wrong with his words.
"I'm sorry.
Whenever I think about what happened last night, I can't hold it in anymore.
Those pagans are like locusts!
"There is no benefit at all. It will only bring disaster!"
Fortunately, the Demon Hunters appeared again and stopped them, otherwise it would have been worse.
Thank you, Demon Hunters! "
The old marquis nodded apologetically at Bloody Mary and praised.
"They are indeed praiseworthy.
Whether it's the past, present, or future.
They always uphold their own ideals. "
Bloody Mary chimed in, knowing what the old marquis was trying to say.
It wouldn't reveal any information related to the Demon Hunters on its own.
However, it wouldn't deny its relationship with the Demon Hunters either.
Until now, the Demon Hunters were still an empty shell.
An empty shell that might seem strong but could be broken with a single poke.
It needed to make the Demon Hunters look more powerful. Therefore, ambiguity became the main method.
Of course, it wouldn't take long.
After tonight, everything would change.
The old marquis glanced at Bloody Mary. He wasn't surprised that he didn't get any relevant information, but he once again confirmed that the Demon Hunters and the Mist religious sect had a close relationship.
That alone was enough.
As for the Demon Hunters that had a close relationship with the Mist, was it Snake School or Wolf Sect?
Was it important?
It wasn't!
Snake School and Wolf Sect were all Demon Hunters!
They were all factions that could help him and His Majesty!
With that in mind, the old marquis spoke again.
"Tonight, His Majesty will host a banquet in the palace to welcome the new lord of Sicar.
I hope you can join us.
Of course, Baron Corin is also invited. "
The old marquis looked at Bloody Mary with anticipation after he finished.
"I'll be there on time."
Bloody Mary assured the old marquis.
After getting a satisfying answer, the old marquis smiled. He led his horse again and walked side by side with Bloody Mary into the corridor of the city gate. The convoy from Sicar slowly followed.
The civilians and merchants in the area were watching the convoy.
Their eyes were filled with excitement and yearning.
Even the nobles on top of the city walls had their eyes flickering.
Compared to the civilians and merchants, the nobles had more thoughts in their minds.
Besides, they didn't mind taking action.
Therefore, Edatine Castle, which had been bustling for a whole night, was lively again.
This time, it was destined to be different from the night before.
There was no killing or blood shed.
However, there were more undercurrents brewing in the dark.
Further away from the horizon, strange figures from the south appeared one after another.
They exchanged gazes with each other before they went back into Edatine Castle.
A stage bigger than last night was built.
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