Salan is nothing. She's just hiding behind the scenes and sacrificing some weak and meaningless people. So what if there are a lot of them? The one thing this world doesn't lack is population.
"And I killed Hua Zhanhong, the person who represents the top Forbidden Spellcaster in this country, and the Chief of the National Army. The death of a city is nothing to this country, but with the death of Hua Zhanhong, how many people on the East Coast can resist the emperor of the Protoss? "
Jiu Ying seemed to be immersed in his grand plan. When he thought about how his name would soon overshadow Salan's, the years of silence and humiliation seemed to have been worth it!
Jiu Ying was different from the other Cardinals who liked to spread strange and evil ideas. Because his identity was bound to the Pope, he could not even recruit disciples like Salan and the other Cardinals.
Without disciples, without enough influence, it would be very difficult to carry out the plan that would make people tremble in fear.
The red-clothed Jiu Ying had basically been in hiding for so many years. Only by not giving himself away could he gradually enter this society and the higher levels of this country. Otherwise, it would be very easy for him to be eliminated by all kinds of strict checks, and it would be very difficult for him to enter the important departments.
The old palace was like that. It represented the strongest magic force in China and was closely related to the country, the government, the army, and the Magic Association. It was very difficult to enter the palace and sit in the important position of the South Guardian.
In order to achieve this goal, he had almost forgotten his identity as the Red Cardinal Jiu Ying. If not for this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, he would have continued to be the South Guardian, Bai Xu, and gradually took over the entire old palace.
With the support of the Pope, he had a great chance of climbing to the position of Chief of the Forbidden City.
Unfortunately, in this era, so what if he became the Chief of the Forbidden City? The entire East Coast of the country was on the verge of collapse. As long as the Sirens launched a full-scale attack, humans would be like a group of sheep in captivity. Extinction was a matter of time.
What was the philosophy of the Black Vatican?
Let humans perish!
And what were the Sirens doing?
Wasn't it the perfect choice for the Black Vatican to ally themselves with the Sirens? It would have taken many generations of Cardinals and Popes to realize the grand occasion of the Church, but because of the Sirens, the "golden age" was about to arrive!
"Do you think Hua Zhanhong can leave Hawaii alive? Once he dies, the Ocean God Tribe's army will launch an all-out attack. At that time, you will see the strength of the Ocean God Tribe. It is definitely not something that we, the reptiles on the land, can contend against." Red Clothed Jiu Ying once again walked to the edge.
The murloc generals roared from below. The Red Specter returned to Jiang Yu and dragged him down from the hook. It dragged Jiang Yu to the edge of the building like he was dragging a dead dog.
Fresh blood covered the ground. Jiang Yu was extremely weak at the moment. He had lost too much blood. His mind was starting to blur.
"Look down," the red-clothed Nine Neonate said.
Jiang Yu glanced at it.
The ground was littered with corpses and remains, and they all belonged to humans.
The Royal Magicians did not have a lot of people. Even if they were all thrown down to feed the murloc generals, it would not result in such a gory scene. In other words, there must be a lot of civilians that did not evacuate, and they were all eaten mercilessly by the Sirens.
"I've given you a chance, but it seems like you don't know how to cherish it. You don't have to worry about the Night Rakshasa. She won't be able to escape either. Soon, I'll grab her by the neck and throw her down from here. I just don't know if the murloc generals like to eat cat meat. "The red-clothed Jiu Ying lost its patience for interrogation.
Jiang Yu had no chance to struggle. He closed his eyes. He was relieved that his mind was getting blurry. At least he did not have to experience the pain of being eaten alive by the murloc generals.
"Meow!"
A familiar voice echoed in Jiang Yu's mind. He could not help but let out a sigh.
It was the same after spending too much time with the Night Rakshasa. Even when she was not with him, he would still hear her soft cries in his mind …
When he was twelve, something happened to his family.
He had lost his immediate family, and no one was willing to take him in.
Jiang Yu brought his parents' death certificate to the police station, and sent himself to an orphanage over three hundred kilometers away from his hometown.
After a long journey, taking trains, cars, motorcycles, and walking, Jiang Yu finally arrived at the orphanage that was so secluded that it had been completely forgotten by the people. However, he discovered that the orphanage was completely abandoned.
There were no other orphans, nor was there anyone in charge of the orphanage. The dilapidated house was like a haunted house, with an eerie feeling.
Jiang Yu had nowhere to go. He had no choice but to clean up a spot for himself when he was worn out. He wrapped himself in a dusty blanket and spent the night there.
The next day, before the sun rose, Jiang Yu heard a faint cry outside the door.
When he opened the door, he saw a small kitten. It seemed to have been born not long ago. The fur on its body was not yet fully grown. It was curled up and meowing like a little girl who could be killed by the cold weather at any time.
The little kitten was placed in a cardboard box. It was obvious that someone had delivered the kitten to the orphanage …
The person who delivered the kitten was kind enough to hope that someone in the orphanage would take it in. However, the truth was, the orphanage had been empty for a long time. The only person left was Jiang Yu, the little orphan who had just been 'delivered' by himself.
"Little thing, you're lucky that no one took me in, but you do." Jiang Yu clearly remembered it was the first thing he said to the Night Rakshasa.
"Meow …" The little creature was very weak, but it still let out a cry.
…
Since then, the cry had been echoing in his ears. It did not matter if it was real, or if it just appeared in his mind. Every time he felt lost and lonely, the cry would reassure him.
He was indeed a little scared before. He would tremble and let his thoughts run wild, but he felt a lot better now.
He wondered how his master was doing. Hopefully, he was fine. After all, he was only able to live his current life and become a respected Magician because his master, who happened to pass by the orphanage, had taken him in after a year.
As long as they were fine, he had achieved his goal of coming here.
"Huff huff huff huff ~"
The strong wind blew the raindrops onto his face. Jiang Yu felt like he was being tossed out of the building.
However, before he could be drenched by the rapid downpour, Jiang Yu felt a gentle energy encapsulating him and sending him back into the building.
"Meow ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~!!!!"
The Night Rakshasa's cry appeared once again. This time, it was not the gentle voice she used to communicate with Jiang Yu. Instead, it was filled with hostility and endless fury!
It was Jiang Yu's first time hearing the Night Rakshasa's cry. It was when a few ruffians tried to take over the orphanage and beat him to the ground …
(End of the chapter)
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