P.S. This chapter is 4,600 words. Isn't it awesome?
Everything was within Laing's calculations. The paladins were the targets that Laing used. Their entry into the orphanage would alert Anida. She wouldn't believe that the paladins had really left without doing anything. Out of instinct, she would subconsciously check if the altar of Chaos and Berthe were okay.
So everything fell into place, and the darkness of the orphanage was exposed.
The Grand Duke of Marlinburg and the Archbishop of Neptune stood outside the orphanage under heavy guards. Looking at the billowing smoke coming out of the orphanage, Schultz shook his head gently and said with some fear in his voice, "If it weren't for Laing, we really wouldn't have known that such a huge cult of Chaos was operating under our noses."
"I feel the anger of my lord, Mannen. He is also angry about this. He wants me to destroy the Aesthete Society as soon as possible." Aldrich's face was also very dark. Marlin Castle was the headquarters of the Sea Church. As the Archbishop of the Sea God, he could not absolve himself from the blame. Fortunately, Mannan did not intend to let him take the blame. He only told him to erase the Chaos Sect from history as soon as possible.
"We have to find a way to suppress this matter. Try to push all the blame to Edmund. We are all victims!" Schultz had already made arrangements. He needed someone to take the blame for this matter. Obviously, this person would not be himself or Aldrich, who had taken the initiative to destroy the Aesthete Society. So he immediately thought of Earl Edmund Huron, who had always been close to the Aesthete Society. Who asked him to be so close to Annette?
"I agree. Such a good-for-nothing who indulges in wine and women is useless in the Senate. This is a good time to drive him out of the Senate." Aldrich nodded.
In just a few words, the most powerful duke in the city and the Archbishop of Neptune easily decided the next reshuffle and liquidation of Marlinburg.
This world didn't need good-for-nothings who only knew art and only relied on blood. They had been unhappy with Edmund for a long time. They didn't do anything before because they wanted to give face to his father, the old Count Huron, and see if the young man could turn over a new leaf. Since this matter had disappointed them, there was no need to show mercy.
"Here they come," Schultz suddenly said.
"Boom! Boom! Bang! "After a few loud noises, Ryan and Belt appeared in the smoke and dust of the collapsed orphanage.
The Gryphon Warhammer flashed with lightning, while the blood-red Battle Axe was filthy. Every time the two of them clashed, an earth-shattering sound would be heard.
A few days later, Belt became even stronger. The Fallen Hunter who had recovered from his injuries became even more violent. "Stupid barbarian, do you think you can defeat me? Who do you think you are? "
Laing smashed the Griffin Warhammer in his hand, and the lightning on it stung Berthe's nerves. "The thing that will kill you."
"Kill me? Stop joking around! Try this! " Belt took out a gun from his waist and fired several shots at Laing. The deadly mercury bullets pierced through the air and flew towards Laing.
Unexpectedly, Laing simply extended his hand. A faint blue light radiated from his hand. After combining the Holy Grail Imprint of the Lake Nymph and his own Psionic Ability, Laing had created a brand-new ability.
Psionic Force Field!
The whistling mercury bullets were all stopped by the faint blue force field. Laing waved his hand, and five mercury bullets fell to the ground.
Belt's violent spirit began to calm down. The Fallen Hunter suddenly realized that Laing might be more difficult to deal with than Jacob.
Because he didn't know Laing well.
However, Laing didn't give Belt any time to think. The White Wolf Knight raised his Warhammer and rushed towards Belt. The Warhammer struck the Fallen Hunter's ribs from the bottom right.
"Clang!" The Battle Axe and the Warhammer collided. The inhuman strength of the Warhammer forced Belt back. The Fallen Hunter gritted his teeth and immediately rolled back.
Only then did the two sides see each other's faces.
Belt didn't look like a human anymore.
His face was covered with warts and lumps. Iron spikes and rings decorated every detail of his body. His head had already begun to change shape. His originally thin body was bloated by the day. That was all due to the growth of his muscles.
In Belt's eyes, the Knight in front of him was handsome. He was about 1.85 meters tall, with black hair and blue eyes. He didn't look like someone from Nord at all. He was wearing a breastplate and a full-body chainmail. On the shoulder plate, there was a red and white kite shield with a picture of a sword piercing through a book. In the middle of the book, there was a picture of a silver skull.
"Belt, I've chased you for thousands of miles. Today, I finally see your face. But you don't look like the one in the portrait." Laing said casually, "If I knew that I'd be chasing you for thousands of miles, I probably wouldn't have accepted this mission."
"Hey, hey, isn't this the famous White Wolf Knight of the Nords Kingdom, 'Little Bastard' Laing? Your biological father must be a bastard. Otherwise, why would he abandon you, little bastard? "Belt retorted." And I heard that you've changed your master? How about it? How does it feel to be a little manservant under the skirt of the bitch in the lake? "
"Hahahaha, just like how you changed from the Lord of Plagues to the Blood God. Everyone has the right to choose. As for my biological father, you probably won't have the chance to see him in this lifetime." Laing laughed even more happily, but his eyes were more dangerous.
This kind of low-level provocation could no longer shake his mind.
On the other side.
Veronica, dressed in a fiery red leather coat, waved her fingers, and the witch chanted one spell after another.
"Light of Protection!"
"Scorching Gaze!"
"Fireball!"
The Light of Protection gave the Sea God Knights and the Duke's personal guards a transparent layer of magic protection. This greatly strengthened their melee defense and magic defense, and the combat power of the army was immediately greatly enhanced.
Then, the Scorching Gaze spell shot out three pure white purification energy beams. Everywhere it went, all the Chaos creatures would suffer intense burning damage. Veronica's spell instantly eliminated more than twenty Forsaken.
In the end, the Fireball exploded in the middle of the dark creatures. The Chaos Sect collapsed, and they fled in all directions.
The woman hiding in the middle showed up.
It was Aneda.
This woman was no longer as beautiful and mature as before. Her beautiful face had become wrinkled, and her smooth egg-shell skin had become like the bark of an old tree. She had lost her previous alluring luster, and her shiny black hair had become as dry as weeds. In the blink of an eye, she had turned from a mature and beautiful woman into an old woman with one foot in the grave.
"No, no, I don't want this, no, no!" The president of the Aesthetic Society scratched her face crazily until her face was bloody. "No, no! I shouldn't be like this! No! "
"You've always been like this." Veronica's fingertips glowed as she sneered. "Or rather, you've always been like this.
"For the sake of your beauty, you have harmed countless living beings. I can see countless vengeful spirits moving around you."
"Aneda Klausner, pay the debts of those who died with their eyes wide open!" Veronica chanted softly, and several white threads wrapped around Aneda's hands and feet. "Amintoc Net!"
Aneda was not strong, or rather, she had never been strong. This woman was good at socializing in the palace and the upper class of society, not wielding a sword in battle. She relied on all kinds of forbidden surgeries, organ transplants, and bathing in human blood to live so long.
However, she had used up this power to resist Veronica's Fireball, which turned her into an old woman.
"Ahhhhhhhhhh!" The white threads formed a huge net, and Aneda was firmly trapped in it. The commander of the Sea God Knights, who was wearing a dark blue cape and full plate armor and had a trident insignia, said, "Madam Veronica, the Archbishop ordered us to take her life."
"Then do it, what are you waiting for?" Veronica said impatiently.
"Do it!"
The Duke's personal guards raised their pikes, and the Sea God Knights raised their tridents.
"You'll regret it! Is it wrong to want to be on the winning side? Year after year, the Orcs became bolder, and the Barbarians became stronger. Year after year, the number of Mutants in the Empire increased, and the situation became worse. The humans were fighting a war that they were bound to lose. I'm a pragmatist, and the Empire made me rich. But when the world is destroyed, and all things wither, it's chaos that will allow me to survive! I curse you, you'll turn into ashes in blood and fire! " In her final frenzy, Anida screamed, uttering a final curse in her shriveled voice and hoarse roar.
But the curse didn't come as she expected.
The Lord of Pleasure had abandoned her.
In the next second, several spears and tridents pierced into her decaying body. The president of the Aesthetic Society, Anneda Klausner, who had dominated Marlin Castle for decades, was officially declared dead. Her body was burned to ashes by Veronica's fire.
"Now …" Veronica tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and signaled for the Sea God Knights and the Duke's personal guards to retreat. "Don't participate in the next battle, it's too dangerous. This is a battle between me and Laing."
"Understood!" The Duke's personal guards and the Sea God Knights, under Robert's lead, carried a few healthy orphans out of the collapsing orphanage.
"Boom!" Just as she finished speaking, a huge cloud of dust exploded where Laing and Berth were.
Laing and Berth's battle had reached its climax.
"Hah!!!" Laing's strength lay in his wrist strength and strong resistance to long-range attacks. Psionic Static Field's existence rendered Berth's muskets useless. The Fallen Hunter had also given up on long-range attacks. He held an axe in one hand and a sword in the other and attacked Laing with all his might.
The Fallen Hunter's attack speed was extremely fast. Every move he made was an attempt to take Laing's life. The sharp edge of his axe and the cold tip of his sword kept slashing at Laing's neck and throat, trying to take his life.
Laing remained calm. His face was as calm as water, and his eyes were as cold as ice. The faster Berth attacked, the slower he slowed down. Laing's two-handed Gryphon Warhammers spun in a strange rhythm, constantly blocking Berth's attacks. Only the sparks that flew in all directions showed the intensity of the battle.
Laing suddenly realized something. The White Wolf Knight's eyes lit up. He swung his hammer horizontally, knocking Berth back a step. Then, a whirlwind of attacks followed. The Fallen Hunter was beaten back by Laing.
Berth was not weak either. As a mid-legendary Fallen Hunter, he had gained control of most of the Blood God's energy in the past few days. Even though he was at a disadvantage, Laing could not take advantage of him at all.
He was waiting, waiting for Laing's physical strength to reach a critical point.
That moment came quickly.
As the last and most powerful combat skill, "Skull Smash", was blocked by Berth, Laing's physical strength had indeed reached a bottleneck. His attacks slowed down a little, but under Berth's incredulous gaze, Laing suddenly squatted down.
Suddenly, Berth's eyes were filled with red light.
"What?!" The Fallen Hunter saw a huge fireball flying directly at Laing's head. The huge fireball hit Berth right in the middle, and the sound of the explosion echoed throughout the entire battlefield.
Laing took the opportunity to step back and let out a sigh of relief. "Is it over there?"
Veronica's fingertips glowed with a fiery red light. "It was easy over there."
"Very good. Let's continue." Laing reached out and high-fived Veronica. The witch nodded. "Come on!"
"Rouin Flame Weapon!" Veronica's fingertips glowed. Laing's Griffin Warhammer was not only flashing with lightning, but also burning with a yellow flame.
Veronica then began to chant the next spell. Laing knew what she was chanting. He quickened his pace and rushed towards Berth again.
Taking a Fireball head-on was not enough to seriously injure the Fallen Hunter, but it was inevitable that he would be in a sorry state. Bale's face was charred black, and the robe in front of his chest was also burned. The Fallen Hunter roared, "Little bastard, let's have a fair duel, just me and you!"
"You have nothing. You have nothing to bet, because you're going to die today!" Laing leaped high into the air. The Warhammer and the battle axe collided in the air. Berth's feet sank under Laing's great strength, but the Fallen Hunter was still able to withstand the attack.
"Seventh-circle spell, Burning Breath!" Magus Garan finished casting her spell. Three scorching hot flames circled around Leon and attacked the Fallen Hunter from three different directions. Belter had no choice but to push Leon away and raise his axe and sword to block the attacks.
Laing immediately drew his rune shotgun from his waist, aimed at Berth, and pulled the trigger. Bang!
Five mercury bullets shot out from the barrel and flew towards the Fallen Hunter's head.
The mercury bullets and the fire breath arrived at the same time, and Belt's axe and sword could no longer block them. The place where he was standing burst into flames and a shocking explosion. When he came out of the smoke, his body was covered with burn marks, and there were several bloody holes on his chest and face. Those were all caused by the mercury bullets.
Berth was in great pain. It had been a long time since he felt like he could only take a beating without being able to fight back.
Before the Fallen Hunter could retaliate, Laing raised his right hand again. In the palm of the White Wolf Knight's right hand, a light blue Spiritual Fire was burning.
"Spiritual Storm!" Blue and white Spiritual Lightning shot out from Laing's hand and hit Berth right in the middle. The Fallen Hunter howled in pain as his soul and body were burned.
Veronica finished chanting her last spell.
Eighth-circle spell, Pyroblast.
A giant ball of fire elementium, larger than a cow, gathered and exploded in front of Gallan Witch. Under the guidance of Gallan Witch's magic, the fireball flew straight towards Berthe. The Fallen Hunter, who was tortured by the spiritual storm, could not react at all.
Pyroblast, all hits.
The shockwave swept across the entire orphanage. Under the fierce battle and the power of the spells, the orphanage began to collapse. Fortunately, the people who were not involved in the fight had already fled the scene. The only people left behind were the dead.
"Veronica!" A giant piece of the ceiling came crashing down on Veronica. Laing flashed to Veronica's side. The geno prototype protected the witch behind him. He punched the ceiling, and the whole thing shattered under the power of Laing's arm.
"Is he dead?" Veronica used Laing's Spiritual Force Field to avoid the falling rocks. The witch's face was pale. "Laing, I don't have much magic left."
"How much?" After a series of fights, Laing had used up a lot of his energy. But his recovery speed was amazing, so it was not a big problem.
"A little more than 30%." Veronica was panting slightly. Under the careful calculations of the experienced Gallan Witch, her and Leon's cooperation had dealt the most damage.
Leon still wanted to say something, but a sudden noise came from the ruins in front of them, and a blood-red shadow rushed towards them at an extremely fast speed.
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