By the time Baiyi had finished browsing through the memories, Eom Village was almost done. The dead were buried, and the corpses of the enemies were burned. Everywhere around the village was a scene of devastation. Eom Village's beautiful and peaceful natural environment had been completely destroyed. Even someone who was not an environmentalist would feel sad at the sight of it.
Fortunately, the survivors were still alive, and that was good news.
The students found a clean patch of grass and huddled together to rest. They were exhausted after a whole night's work. Nota and Attie were so sleepy that they leaned against Mia's side that they looked like they were about to fall asleep.
"Heehee …" Mia seemed to be in good spirits. She poked Attie's cheek as if she was playing with a kitten. "Thank you, Attie, for saving me."
The War God's Sword had been sheathed, and the cat's ears were back on her head. The Kitty Cat Maid's stern expression had reverted to her usual adorable self. After Mia thanked her, the Kitty Cat Maid raised her head and rubbed it against Mia's cheek, as if she did not have the strength to speak. She stuck out her tongue and licked Mia's cheek.
"Hey! Don't lick me! "Mia said shyly.
Tisdale, on the other hand, was contacting Baiyi through a communication slate. After the Godsfall cultists had retreated, the shielding and interference enchantments in the area had been nullified. This allowed the students to contact Baiyi and report to him in detail about what had happened.
Although Baiyi already knew the gist of what had happened through the shared memories, he still listened patiently. At the end of the report, Baiyi praised his eldest daughter for her energetic performance and reminded her to take care of the others.
"That's all for now. Have a good rest, and we'll talk again in the morning," Baiyi said.
"Okay. Be careful, Teacher." Tisdale ended the call and saw a few fairy ladies walking towards her. One of them was carrying the leopard cub that Baiyi had saved earlier.
"Thank you, my friends. Please accept our sincerest gratitude," the fairy lady said, her eyes brimming with tears. The elven lady said with tears in her eyes. Although she was speaking in the elven language that the students couldn't understand, her expression and posture had clearly conveyed her meaning.
Even the little furball in Mia's arms seemed to understand what Mia and the others were doing. It squealed and extended its furry paws at Mia as if it was begging for a hug and rubbing itself against Mia's cuteness.
"Heehee! Even it's grateful to you!" Missy Fairy said with a smile as she handed the cub to Mia.
Mia quickly took it. As she rubbed herself against it, she thought to herself, 'This time, I can finally help everyone. This feeling … Feels so good!'
The incident seemed to have come to an end for the time being? However, Baiyi did not think that things would end so easily. He would not underestimate the Wise Mad King anymore. He knew that the man would be a tough opponent to deal with.
What bothered him the most was that although the Wise Mad King's actions seemed to be frivolous, after tonight's battle, it was clear that not only was the Wise Mad King a meticulous and meticulous person, but the Wise Mad King's strategy was also very different from the rumors. For tonight's battle, the Wise Mad King had not only come up with a detailed plan, but he had also prepared it months in advance.
From this, Baiyi could tell that the Wise Mad King was not the kind of crazy gambler who would bet his entire kingdom's fortune on the slightest disagreement. If he did, he would not be the Wise Mad King, but the Mad King.
Why would a man like him want to deal with the traditionalist fairies so badly? The Wise Mad King was still young, and he had plenty of time to use all sorts of gentle methods to achieve his goal. Why would he choose to go all-out against the traditionalists? Even if the two sides were not on the same page, they were not enemies. If the Wise Mad King decided to go all-out against the traditionalists, it would not only damage the nation's strength, but it would also affect the public's opinion.
At first, Baiyi had thought that the Wise Mad King only wanted to subdue the traditionalists, but now, it seemed like the Wise Mad King wanted to kill them all! 'What is it that makes the Wise Mad King so desperate?'
Baiyi thought back to Nydore's description of the suspicious squads, and he knew that things were not as simple as they seemed. Behind the Wise Mad King's attack on the traditionalists, something even more dangerous was brewing.
Baiyi wanted Nydore to take him to the altars that the squads had set up, so that he could confirm the Wise Mad King's plan. 'These altars can't be used against the traditionalists, can they?'
However, Nydore and the others had been running for the entire night, and they were all exhausted. He didn't want to force them, so he decided to let them rest for the night while he stood guard for them.
While Baiyi was taking a break, the Wise Mad King locked himself in his secret office. He sat in front of a giant mirror, which reflected the Wise Mad King's silhouette, which was shrouded in black mist.
The Wise Mad King looked at the mirror, his voice laced with sorrow and helplessness. "I've missed a great opportunity, and I've lost many of my men. Now, I have to face this horrible monster. I'm afraid I can't do anything."
His words were not entirely true. Hope, the terrifying monster, had given him a headache, especially now that he had gained control of the Caudillo Butterfly Butterfly Tribe and gained the support of the traditionalists. He could only hope that the other villages would be able to progress smoothly, so that his forces would not grow too much.
Eom Village did not lose too many of their elite fighters, but Nydore's side had suffered heavy losses. She had spent a lot of time and effort training her elite fighters, but the Caudillo Butterfly Bow had made them all equal. Nydore's arrow had pierced right through his heart, and it had nearly caused it to explode. Nydore's eyes widened, and she looked at Nydore in disbelief.
However, the Wise Mad King did not think that the Caudillo Butterfly Bow was completely out of the question. He still had three Demigods as his trump cards, but he did not want to use them unless it was absolutely necessary.
The number of Demigods in the world was so small that the average forces would not even dare to dream of one. Even the Elven Empire, which had existed for thousands of years, only had three Demigods left. The neighboring Walthart Empire was slightly luckier. They had three Demigods on the surface, and one was secretly controlled by the royal family. However, that person had also gone missing during the battle for the heirloom. Basically, they had lost all of their Demigods.
Although a Demigod's Realm Power was invincible, once it was used, the Wise Mad King had to be prepared for the worst-case scenario where it would disappear at any time. It was best to use it as a disposable consumable, and it was best not to use it unless it was absolutely necessary. The wisest course of action was to use it as a strategic deterrent.
On top of that, the Wise Mad King knew about the treasure hunt. Three forces had sent three Demigods, but all three of them had disappeared. That damned Hope had emerged as the biggest winner. This meant that three Demigods were not enough to take him down. If that was the case, the Wise Mad King's fate would not be as simple as losing everything he had. His empire, which had lasted for thousands of years, would be destroyed in a single day.
Under such circumstances, the Wise Mad King had no choice but to humble himself and talk to the other two High Reverends. After all, he was doing this for the sake of the Godsfall cult, so it was only right for the Wise Mad King to give him some money.
However, the other two High Reverends did not seem to sympathize with the Wise Mad King. Instead, they mocked him, "I can't believe you would speak in such a humble tone. I almost thought it wasn't you."
"Don't talk nonsense!" The Wise Mad King rebuked. "I'm making a glorious sacrifice for the greater good, not for you to mock me!"
"Calm down, it's just a joke." The Third High Reverend changed his tone and said, "I understand your difficulties, but I can't do anything about it. You know, I'm in a tight spot right now, and I've lost a lot of manpower. It's hard enough to keep things running normally. But to deal with that scoundrel, I can't even use my normal strength. How troublesome …"
"Don't you still have those Northerners?" the Wise Mad King asked.
"Those Northerners lost a lot during the treasure hunt. Even their Demigods were killed, and their corpses were nowhere to be found. Their relationship with us is at rock bottom, and they're on the verge of falling out with the Church. Do you really think they'll help us?" the Third High Reverend said.
'Shameless old bastard!' The Wise Mad King cursed inwardly, but he did not dare to say it out loud.
The Wise Mad King knew that the Third High Reverend still had a bunch of high-level combatants under his command. Although the Church had dealt a heavy blow to them, most of the casualties were low-level members. The core of the Third High Reverend's combat power was still under the protection of the old bastard.
The two of them might be colleagues, but they were by no means united. Both of them had their own agendas, and the Third High Reverend's desire to preserve his own strength was too simple. There were many more complicated and profound reasons behind it.
"You don't have to be so anxious. Once the True God descends, wouldn't it be a piece of cake to take care of that Hope?" the Third Walker said.
"Are you really that naive to think that Hope will just sit back and watch me finish my preparations? Won't interfere? What is he doing here, then? Is he here for a field trip? "the Second Walker said, annoyed.
Suddenly, the First High Reverend, who had not joined in the argument, spoke up. "Alright, stop arguing. I still have some men with me, and I'll lend them to you. Don't thank me, though. I just hope that all of you will remember this: in the face of our great cause, don't be so petty."
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