Boom!
The sudden explosion of thunder reverberated in the sky above Chilly Winter, waking up countless sleeping creatures.
Scholar Dwayne, who was dozing off in the pew of the church, was jolted awake. He felt a violent tremor beneath his feet, as though something had fallen from a height and crashed onto the ground.
"Ah —"
A sharp cry rang out in the church, interrupting the melodious hymn. Scholar Dwayne, who had yet to recover from his shock, felt his heart skip a beat.
What happened?
Scholar Dwayne looked in the direction of the sound and saw that the left wing of the church was shrouded in smoke and dust.
"Collapsed! Collapsed! "
Another scream was heard.
Only then did Scholar Dwayne discover that the entire ceiling of the side hall had collapsed.
The church was in a mess. All sorts of screams, cries, and cries were heard, and the noise was distracting.
"Quiet! Don't panic! Save the people first! "The voice of the Emeritus Bishop was heard, and everyone calmed down.
Scholar Dwayne was hesitating if he should help when he saw the City Defense Army soldiers outside the church charge over in a frenzy.
"Lord Thomas! Lord Thomas! "
Looking at the soldiers who were frantically digging in the ruins, Scholar Dwayne suddenly realized that the confessional was over there!
Could it be …
At this thought, Scholar Dwayne couldn't remain calm and rushed over.
Boom!
Thunder boomed, and the rainstorm that had stopped for a while poured down again. It was as though the rainstorm would drown Chilly Winter.
In the church, the rescuers were drenched. They moved away the rubble and found the first corpse.
It wasn't Knight Thomas.
Scholar Dwayne heaved a sigh of relief. The light of hope in his heart hadn't been extinguished, so he quickly went back to the rescue.
Soon, they dug out three more corpses and the first survivor.
It was a pity that Knight Thomas wasn't among them.
Thomas's personal guards were also going crazy. Their hands were already bleeding from the rubble, but they still didn't stop digging.
Finally, they managed to dig out their commanding officer.
His corpse.
Plop!
Scholar Dwayne sat down on the wet ground, his eyes filled with fear.
"What's going on? Why did the ceiling collapse? "
Thomas' personal guards couldn't accept the truth. They pestered the Emeritus Bishop and questioned him.
"I'm afraid it was caused by lightning …"
Lightning strike?
Scholar Dwayne sneered. How could there be such a coincidence?
It just so happened to hit the ceiling of the side chamber of the church and killed Knight Thomas who was confessing?
Furthermore, Thomas was a knight of the fourth step!
Even if he was hit by a boulder, he might not necessarily die.
Scholar Dwayne did not perform an autopsy. Firstly, he did not know anything about autopsies. Secondly, it was meaningless to dwell on it.
He was still one step too late.
Thomas was dead.
Then, his plan would be foiled.
Thinking of this, Scholar Dwayne hurriedly got up from the ground and walked quickly towards the Lion's Roar Fort, ignoring the howling storm outside.
…
Lion's Roar Fort.
Colin stood in the corridor and stared blankly at the increasingly heavy rain outside.
The fragrance that Ajani had left behind seemed to linger around his nose, but he was not thinking about her charming face. Instead, he was pondering over the last words she had left behind.
When she said those words, Ajani appeared very confident, as if Colin could no longer escape from the palm of her hand.
This made Colin feel slightly uneasy.
Time passed little by little, and the uneasiness in Colin's heart grew stronger.
Moreover, Scholar Dwayne had been gone for so long, but there was still no news from him.
This made Colin feel even more ominous.
No!
I can't wait any longer!
Although Colin still trusted Scholar Dwayne, he did not want to place all his hopes on him.
Moreover, Colin had his own plans for entering the city this time. He still had a trump card by Count Oman's side.
* Rumble! *
A bolt of lightning tore through the dark night, and the rumbling of thunder made one's scalp go numb.
Faintly, Colin seemed to hear some noise coming from outside the castle.
At this time, he was no longer in the mood to pay attention to these things. After making up his mind, he left with large strides.
* Boom! *
A violent gust of wind rushed through the corridor, as if something had suddenly charged into the rain.
…
"Sir Count, I just received news that the side chamber of the Radiance Church collapsed, crushing more than ten people to death. Among them was Knight Thomas. "
"I understand." Count Oman nodded, his face calm, as if he had already expected Knight Thomas' death.
Putting on his coat, Count Oman left his residence.
He had only taken a few steps when he saw Viscounts Valla walking over.
"Father!"
"Mm." Count Oman nodded with a smile. "It's already so late, and you're still awake?"
"The thunder tonight is too loud, I can't sleep. Father, are you preparing to go out? "
Count Oman nodded, and then said, "Since you can't sleep, come with me to see Young Master Joisse."
Viscounts Valla was stunned, and said hesitantly, "Father, it's so late, to disturb Young Master Joisse … isn't too good, right?"
Count Oman sighed, and said helplessly, "There's no choice. The church collapsed just now, and Knight Thomas was unfortunately killed. We have to let Young Master Joisse know about this, and appoint a new commander for the city guards."
"Knight Thomas … was killed?" Valla was shocked, and only came back to her senses after a while. She carefully approached Count Oman, and whispered, "Father, this shouldn't be an accident, right?"
Count Oman smiled mysteriously, and patted his son's shoulder, but did not give a clear answer.
At this moment, a huge figure suddenly appeared at the corner of the corridor. His entire body was covered in thick blue armor, and gave off a strong sense of oppression. But strangely, his footsteps were extremely light, as if he had suddenly appeared there like a ghost.
Count Oman frowned, as if it was strange that there was no such person among the guards of the House of Saint Hilde.
Suddenly, Count Oman felt a sharp pain in his waist.
* Bam! *
He sent the ambusher flying with a kick, but Count Aulman's face was filled with confusion and shock.
"Valla … why?"
Count Oman's body trembled uncontrollably, but not because of his injuries, but because of the greater pain in his heart.
He could not understand why he had been assassinated one after another, and the assassins were all people he trusted.
Lawrence, Penny, Cynthia, and now even his own son, Valla, wanted to kill him!
For a moment, Count Oman felt as if everyone had betrayed him, as if the entire world wanted to be his enemy.
But he quickly calmed down, and even guessed the mastermind behind this assassination.
Valla was a 'meeting gift' from Colin, and it was obvious that this assassination was ordered by Colin.
Count Oman could not understand how Colin had ordered Valla to kill his own father, but he felt as if he had been caught in a trap of his own making.
Perhaps this "greeting gift" was also a "return gift".
A year ago, Count Oman ordered Knight Carter to assassinate Colin in Graycastle. A year later, Colin ordered Valla to assassinate Count Oman in Lion's Roar Castle.
Perhaps this was fate.
Valla slowly spat out a mouthful of blood. Count Auldmann's counterattack had been quite fierce, causing his chest to cave in. However, there was not a hint of panic on his face, nor was there any regret. Instead, there was only bone-deep hatred.
"Because you deserve to die!" Valla growled with a ferocious expression. "For your own selfish reasons, you did not hesitate to invite a wolf into the house! Mother's early death, the pain I suffered in the first half of my life, the chaos in the Northern Frontier, and the three hundred thousand innocent lives in Fallen Eagle City, it was all because of you! "
Count Oman was stunned. He wanted to refute, but he realized that in the face of his own son's betrayal, any explanation was useless.
All the schemes of the past flashed past his mind, and a trace of regret appeared, but was immediately suppressed by Count Oman.
His face became resolute once more.
He did not regret it!
So what if everyone had betrayed him, so what if the world was his enemy?
How could one not pay a price if they wanted to reach the peak of power?
* Tch! *
Count Oman pulled out the dagger at his waist and threw it forward.
In front of him, the huge blue armored man who had suddenly appeared had already sped up. The huge shield in his hand flickered with a dark blue luster, as if he wanted to crush everything in front of him.
At the same time, a red armored man appeared behind Count Oman, but compared to the huge figure in front of him, this one was very small.
However, the huge hammer in his hand made it clear that he was not an easy opponent.
Count Oman quickly pulled out his sword and shouted loudly, "Let's go!"
"Viscount Angley! Do you dare show yourself and fight me? "
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