"The Scientist?"
Fang Xian looked at the agitated old man. He matched up with a certain guy in her memory.
"I didn't think Lord Crow would really come," the Scientist said excitedly.
"Hymin, Arcanist of the Kingdom of Senburg, greets you!"
Fang Xian nodded and looked around. There were four groups of people in the square.
The first group was from the Narnias Empire, mixed with many clerics and Iron Knights. They were glaring at him, but this was understandable. After all, he had killed a prince.
Other than them, there was a group of platinum-haired fellows. They were probably from the Miller Family, led by William Miller.
There were also a few high-level ghouls and their controlled kin, as well as Hymin and a few friends.
They were the ones who had been fighting earlier.
"What are you fighting for?"
Fang Xian looked around and asked with a chuckle.
He was a fourth-rank big shot, and he did not have to worry too much in front of a group of second-rank and third-rank people.
The environment of the secret realm was too special. Even extraordinary items from the outside world would lose their effects here.
Unless … it was a divine weapon!
But there were only a few such treasures in the entire world.
"It's to fight for the Supreme Agreement!"
Hymin answered with a bitter laugh.
At this time, Fang Xian also saw the greyish-white stone tablet in the center of the square. Its surface was crisscrossed with ravines, as if it had been eroded by time.
"That's the Supreme Agreement?"
Fang Xian did not care and asked directly, "What's its use?"
"It's not a divine weapon, but it's even more precious. It's said that if an extraordinary can wield it, they can break free from their shackles and become a great existence at the top of the tower …"
Hymin answered with a fanatical look. "At the same time, its greatest use is to notarize and sign contracts. Even gods cannot violate it!"
"Lord Crow, please help the Miller Family. This is our private property. If you are willing to help us, the Miller Family will become your eternal friend. You can choose any reward from the treasury …"
William Miller looked at Fang Xian, his voice pleading.
Return it to you? This was originally the property of the Roland Family …
Fang Xian rolled her eyes inwardly and looked at the Narnias clergymen and the ghouls.
"You have become an enemy of the Empire. You will be punished by our Lord unless you cleanse your sins with great contributions …"
A guy who looked like a bishop made a very convincing declaration, but in reality, he was secretly stating his conditions.
"A Gold-ranked Prince died for nothing? The royal family is so miserable … "
Fang Xian shook his head.
"Keke … how could this expert be afraid of the Iron Blood Ruler? There's no way a deity of that level would be able to enter the secret realm. Otherwise, this place would explode, and no one would be able to obtain anything … "
The president of the Gourmet Association, a handsome Glutton Emperor with dark red pupils, said with a strange laugh.
"You guys … are so annoying!"
Fang Xian said in a low voice, "Whatever I like is mine!"
Hearing this, the Miller family, the ghouls, and the clergy were all stunned.
They didn't expect this mysterious expert to be so greedy.
Fang Xian took a step forward and walked to the center of the square.
The people around him just watched, and no one dared to make the first move.
After all, the difference between the third and fourth ranks couldn't be made up for with numbers.
Fang Xian came to the center of the square and looked at the stone tablet of the Supreme Agreement. Suddenly, his expression changed.
On its surface, there were a lot of chisel marks, as if it would collapse at any moment. But Fang Xian knew that it was innately tough.
More importantly, the messy marks seemed to be trying to cover up a certain mark.
If he hadn't come closer and observed carefully, he wouldn't have even noticed it.
This mark was very familiar. It was made up of an inverted triangle and the Ouroboros Circle. It was the symbol of Dreamland!
"It's related to this again?"
Fang Xian was a little interested. He reached out with his right hand and prepared to touch the stone tablet.
"Do it!"
Seeing this, the Narnias Empire's clergy finally couldn't hold it in. The bishop took out a talisman from his pocket.
The carrier of this talisman was a piece of iron. There were traces of rust and blood on its surface.
As soon as he took it out, it had a dangerous aura. It didn't seem to be suppressed by the secret realm.
Or rather, it was still very terrifying after being weakened!
"It's a talisman bestowed by the gods!"
Heyman let out a cry of surprise.
Only items that involved true gods could have a certain effect in the secret realm.
The next moment.
A crimson light with a hint of darkness enveloped the members of the Gourmet Society.
Before the president could say anything, he looked at his own body.
His incomparably powerful ghoul body was melting like a wax statue, drop by drop, leaving a pool of disgusting pus on the ground.
The ghouls were directly destroyed by the attack of the god's talisman.
"Bishop Hegel …"
The clergy next to him looked at the bishop strangely, not understanding why he attacked the people of the Gourmet Society.
Although both sides were enemies, wasn't the bigger target the 'Crow'?
"What frightening power … His Excellency the Crow can actually control dreams and divert the attack?"
Heyman looked surprised. "No … rather than saying that he diverted the attack, it's more accurate to say that he directly misled Hegel's senses. He thought he was attacking the Crow, but was actually attacking the Gourmet Society?"
Controlling dreams!
This was a strange ability!
"Annoying ants, it's time to leave!"
Fang Xian looked up at the sky.
Drops of black rain fell from the sky, covering the clergy of the Narnias Empire and the members of the Miller Family.
"What … What is that? A vengeful spirit! "
A member of the Miller Family stared in horror at an empty space. Suddenly, he stretched out his hands and grabbed his neck, causing his face to turn purple and black.
Another member looked down and seemed to have triggered some kind of killing pattern. His neck was broken, and his body fell to the ground.
…
"Sir, why are you targeting us?"
William Miller asked angrily. He ordered his family members, "Retreat!"
Unfortunately, it was too late.
He didn't know when, but a thick darkness had appeared around him. From the darkness, broken figures walked out and surrounded him.
Suddenly, a charred figure took a step forward and stood in front of William Miller, almost touching his face.
"It's a curse!"
William Miller was a Gold King in the outside world. With his status, he could easily suppress this kind of curse.
But now, he was too weak. He was so weak that he could be killed by the simplest curse!
The charred figure suddenly reached out to him.
The curse exploded!
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