"Very well."
Kieran said calmly.
It was as though it was just a normal 'good morning' greeting and not a life event that should have been thought through thoroughly.
However, Mary was incomparably surprised.
Her excited and excited expression made her hug Kieran right away.
It was different from what Kieran remembered, it was more passionate.
"This is great!"
King James VIII muttered softly.
He felt relieved as if he had finally completed his final mission.
Kieran looked at Mary and James. Both of their expressions were exactly the same as when they received the exciting news. Their expressions were extremely real.
Kieran couldn't even tell if it was real or fake.
"If it wasn't for your high and mighty feeling … it would be real!"
Kieran muttered to himself.
He raised his head, his gaze penetrated the tent roof and landed on a certain existence in the void.
Mary, who was hugging Kieran, and King James VIII who was muttering softly froze at that moment.
Their bodies were rapidly decaying.
Once again, they turned into the half-dried, half-skeleton form of the dead.
Mary wrapped her arms around Kieran with the strength to strangle a cow. King James VIII drew a rusty longsword and stabbed it towards Kieran.
However, Kieran was unmoved.
It was as though he couldn't see what was happening before his eyes.
...
The Prairie camp.
Inside a tent in the deepest part of the camp, Hector, who had a human body, a human face and a soul monster's face, was sitting cross-legged on an exquisite carpet. Around him were dozens of statues that looked like demons and gods. Some of them looked kind and friendly, some of them looked ferocious.
Regardless of what they looked like, the statues were staring at the wooden sculpture on top of the tea table in front of Hector with a wicked gaze.
The wooden sculpture was vivid and lifelike.
It was a miniature version of Kieran.
"You still want to resist?"
Hector muttered to himself.
His tone was filled with disdain.
Then, his fingers moved slightly, and a low incantation sounded.
A bronze dagger-sized awl with a tinge of green was held in Hector's hand. Then, he stabbed the awl at Kieran's wooden sculpture.
Puff!
The bronze awl pierced through the top of the wooden sculpture's skull.
Bright red blood gushed out from the seven orifices of the wooden sculpture and splashed onto Hector's hand.
Hector shook his hand nonchalantly and instantly, the priceless blanket was soaked in blood.
Hector stood up from the blanket and strode out of the tent.
"Attack!"
Hector said to the messenger who had been waiting outside the tent.
The messenger immediately bowed in acknowledgment.
After a while, the entire camp started to move. Leaders gathered together one after another. Behind them were the strongest clansmen of their respective tribes, riding on the fastest warhorses and holding the sharpest weapons.
Charge!
An earth-shattering charge!
Hector saw Thunder Fort crumble with a single strike.
Satisfied, he returned to his own tent.
Everything was settled!
What was left was just some necessary finishing touches.
It was none of his business anymore.
Hector believed the other tribe leaders would do a better job.
So, Hector laid down.
He laid down on the blood-stained blanket.
Hector could feel the exhaustion in his heart and mind. It was just a single shot at Snake school, who would've thought it would draw out 2567, the biggest obstacle to breaking through Thunder Fort.
Though, it was good news for Hector.
Even though it was a little rushed, his secret technique was able to bring out the desired effect.
The powerhouse that fought a thousand enemies alone, the one that no one could neglect in real life, died in his own Mystic Soul Realm.
What a joke!
Hector couldn't help but laugh out loud when he thought about the disbelief on Kieran's face when he died.
"After going through so many things in life, he even saw his own child ascending to the throne but in the end, he realized everything was just an illusion … That feeling, tsk tsk!
"It's a pity that the preparations were too hasty. Otherwise, I would have obtained an even more powerful soul!"
Hector mocked Kieran softly as he laid down on the ground, his face was filled with pity.
With such a sigh, Hector wanted to close his eyes and rest for a while.
However, the moment he closed his eyes, he opened them right away.
His eyes were looking at the dozen of demonic and god-like statues of different sizes.
Some of the statues were the souls of the powerhouses that he killed and some of them were the Evil Gods that were born in the world, the source of his power.
There were a total of 12 of them.
Hector, who cleaned the statues every day, would never forget the number.
But …
The moment he closed his eyes, there seemed to be one more.
"1, 2, 3 … Eleven?!"
Hector started to count the number of statues around him.
But the result was that there were only 11 of them, one less!
"What?!"
Hector frowned hard and started to chant his incantations. The energy from the 11 statues started to spread out and operate according to his will.
Suddenly, a surge of energy appeared behind him.
Hector turned around and the statue that disappeared before appeared on top of the tea table.
Hector heaved a breath of relief when he felt the obedient energy from the statue.
Hector picked up the statue.
It wasn't rare for things that were related to the soul to happen, to the point that he would reinforce his talisman talisman from time to time.
Still, it would cause quite a bit of trouble.
Fortunately, it was just a small trouble that wouldn't affect the big picture.
"As expected of a powerhouse that could fight a thousand enemies alone, after activating Mystic Soul Realm, my talisman talisman talisman was loosened, I need to …"
Hector suddenly thought of something while he was thinking about how to reinforce his talisman talisman talisman tomorrow. His body stiffened and he turned around.
The statue that was carved based on Kieran was gone.
If something happened to the original statue, Hector could still guess what happened but the disappearance of a "new" statue was enough to make Hector feel like he was facing a formidable enemy.
Hector knew better than anyone else how dangerous the soul was.
Disregarding the exhaustion from activating Mystic Soul Realm, Hector activated his secret technique again.
Instantly, the dozen statues around him came to life.
However, there seemed to be one more statue among them.
It was the statue that belonged to Kieran.
However, its aura was completely different from the real Kieran.
It was arrogant!
When Hector laid his eyes on the new statue, it suddenly grew bigger, from the size of a palm to the size of a human and continued to expand like a balloon.
A few breaths later, a giant as big as a mountain was looking down at Hector.
His gaze was cold, arrogant and his aura was like that of a god.
Hector felt like an ant when he was being stared at.
Hector knew he had to get away from the situation as soon as possible.
Otherwise, it would be too late.
However, he felt like his body was limp, his eyelids were drooping and he couldn't hold back his sleepiness.
"I can't sleep!
I can't sleep! "
Huu, Huu …
A moment ago, Hector was still reminding himself but the next moment, he was snoring in a deep sleep.
Sloth yawned and walked out from the shadows.
However, its eyes were shining brightly when it looked at the statues around it.
It didn't look lazy at all.
However, it covered everything up right away.
Because …
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