Chapter 1797 Coming in Droves

Lowering his head, the abundant God of War will looked at the knee that had been hit by the arrow.

when?

He had no idea when he was hit by the arrow.

What's more important is...

How could ‘Mist’ know where His weakness was?

Doubts and disbelief appeared and solidified on the face of this abundant God of War will.

When the 'plague', which represented 'disaster', broke out, this solidified will of the God of War... collapsed.

Snapped!

It's like glass falling to the ground.

There was a crisp sound everywhere.

'Gluttony', who had been waiting for a long time, opened its mouth and swept these fragments away and swallowed them into its belly.

'Lazy' looked at his gobbling brother dotingly, yawned subconsciously, and then he began to rub his swollen temples.

Although the roar of dragons and tigers created by 'arrogance' just now blocked the sound of arrows, the real difficulty is to find the weakness of the God of War's will.

The only good thing is that my brother's guess is right.

In the confrontation with 'Lady Calamity', the God of War is obviously vulnerable to 'disease' and 'plague'.

Even...a flaw!

Otherwise, it would be impossible for the ‘Black Disaster’ to break out, let alone continue until the so-called ‘Ms. Disaster’ appears.

‘Lazy’ didn’t know who was the first to discover the God of War’s flaw.

But when the two sides are hostile, it is definitely right to use it.

However, even with his brother's speculation, he was exhausted.

"I'll leave the rest to you."

'Lazy' said such words to 'Arrogant' and fell directly into a deep sleep, snoring everywhere.

The corners of his lips curled up, and 'Arrogance' grabbed Lazy, grabbed 'Gluttony' by the back of his neck, and disappeared in a flash.

Also disappearing were the knight and the sea water.

…

Feeling the final changes in his body, Qin Ran slowly opened his eyes.

He picked up the handkerchief on the table and wiped the saliva from the corners of his mouth and palms. They were stained with meat juice and oil before. After licking them once, there was only a little saliva left.

Is it consistent with table manners?

Kieran's etiquette is: don't waste anything.

leftover?

Keep everything simple.

Kieran stood up from the chair and stretched his waist slightly.

“What a nice breakfast.”

Qin Ran commented like this.

At this moment, the lightning in the dark clouds near the gate of Etantinople had dispersed.

The 'God of War' retreated.

Or to be precise, the 'God of War' was shocked.

Just shocked.

Not too scary.

The other party should be more confused now that a so-called 'demigod' actually has abilities similar to 'Ms. Disaster'. So, is there a relationship between the two?

Kieran was sure that the other party who had been confronting 'Ms. Disaster' had become suspicious.

And this is what he wants.

"Thank you, Gersak."

Qin Ran, whose mind was still spinning the memories belonging to Gersak, couldn't help but said sincerely.

This member of the 'Quiet Night Secret Order' not only brought him substantial trophies, but his memories and plans also held a decisive weight for Kieran.

From the other party's memory, Qin Ran confirmed not only the inability of the 'God of War' to face diseases and plagues in the 'Black Disaster'.

There is more information.

For example: those congressmen who were tethered to the South.

besides……

The origin of ‘Ms. Calamity’.

"It's more complicated than imagined."

"What role do you play in this, 'broker'?"

Qin Ran thought silently.

He knew that the other party must have played a key role in it.

only……

He is still not sure who the other party is.

However, the field of candidates has been narrowed.

After all, 'Mr. Key' is all obvious, isn't it?

…

Huge city.

The sun was shining brightly, and the majestic wind blew across the Liddell Bridge, blowing the tips of the 'broker's' hair.

The 'broker', who was dressed like a newlywed, stood at the end of the bridge, squinting his eyes slightly, feeling the comfort of the wind and the comfort of the sun, with an indescribable tranquility on his covered face.

He likes this atmosphere very much.

Otherwise, I wouldn’t have chosen this place as the meeting place.

After a few minutes, the 'broker' opened his eyes.

He looked at the river under the bridge and everything was back to how it should be.

A smile appeared on his face.

The calculation is hidden in the bottom of my heart.

There was a sparkle in his eyes.

After a short rest.

He is back again.

Under the bridge, the river flows rapidly and makes a roaring sound.

'Broker' He turned around and looked at the person walking over.

"Although there is a systematic cover-up, you'd better not laugh, because it will remind me of a weasel."

The visitor was dressed similarly to the new 'broker', but his aura was like an unsheathed long sword. Not only was it radiating cold light, but it was also sharp and sharp, and there was even a trace of hostility in his indifferent tone.

"Don't worry, I don't mean any harm."

"otherwise……"

"I won't come to you so directly."

The 'broker' did not listen to the other party's opinions and continued to laugh. There was even a smile in his voice.

"Huh, failed?"

The other party sneered.

"Um."

The ‘broker’ admitted it generously.

"I told you, she's one of a kind."

"It was impossible for anyone to surpass her."

"It's the same now."

"As for the future?"

"Less likely."

The other party said very firmly, the indifference in his tone gradually disappeared, and his voice became high-pitched and fanatical.

"Yes Yes Yes."

"Everything you said is right."

"Then what are you going to do?"

'The Broker' asked.

The other party didn't answer, or even spoke anymore, and just left with a sneer.

The 'broker' did not ask further questions, nor did he stop the other party.

Just watch the other person leave.

It wasn't until the other party's back disappeared that he turned around and continued to look at the river under the bridge.

"You're still so arrogant!"

"Pity."

“I don’t know if it will be the same next time I see it.”

"I hope the river water won't be too cold..."

While talking to himself, the 'broker' jumped down.

thump!

The rushing river rolled over and took the 'broker' away.

And in the next moment——

Buzz!

With a sound like flying mosquitoes, the entire Riderley Bridge turned into powder.

When the wind blows, the powder scatters.

The entire bridge seemed to have never appeared before.

Only the belatedly arriving mechanical law enforcer roared angrily.

…

The dark clouds were low and depressing, but they were not as compelling as the thunder and lightning.

People raised their heads and looked at the dark clouds, with many speculations in their hearts.

And at this time——

puff!

The elite captain of the War Temple vomited blood and fell to the ground.

Not only the captain, but also the warriors from the Temple of War praying around him all collapsed on the ground.

Or just like their captain, they vomit blood from the mouth, or they bleed from seven holes, and their breath is weak.

With a mortal body, it is impossible to survive the 'will of God' even if it is trained for a long time.

This is a qualitative change.

It's impossible for a mortal to bear it.

Not everyone is a near-immortal high-level evil spirit.

The old Marquis raised his hand and waved.

Immediately, the surrounding royal guards walked up and began to check the injuries of these elite warriors from the Temple of War, and carriages quickly drove out of the city gate corridor.

When all the subordinates were loaded onto the carriage, the captain thanked the old Marquis.

"Thank you, Lord Wharton."

The captain thanked him sincerely.

Maybe the person in front of me is not a sincere believer of the God of War, but what the other person did has allowed the God of War to maintain the last bit of dignity, which is enough to be grateful for.

"This is what I should do."

The old Marquis responded with a smile.

On both sides present, no matter who falls, he will come to the rescue.

This was a decision that had been made long ago.

It's also His Majesty's order.

He knows how to do it.

only……

‘Mist’ is unexpectedly powerful.

The well-informed old Marquis could tell that after the two trials just now, the war god should be serious about it.

But under such a premise, 'Mist' still showed tenacity and was able to withstand such an attack!

"We need to slightly adjust our strategy for the Mist."

"Those 'Mist' believers who are below the Seventh Ring deserve better treatment."

"besides……"

The old Marquis, who was thinking, couldn't help but look towards the place shrouded in mist.

In fact, not only the old Marquis, but everyone present looked at the thick fog, including the captain of the Temple of War who vomited blood and needed help to stand up.

They all expected to see the status of everyone in the 'Mist' Church and deduce some things from it.

And under the expectant eyes of everyone.

The mist slowly dispersed.

When the 'Mist' church inside was revealed to everyone, everyone watching here was stunned, especially the captain of the Temple of War who exclaimed in surprise.

"impossible!"

"This is impossible!"

yes!

This is simply impossible!

Everyone who saw the appearance of the people in the ‘Misty’ Church at this moment had this thought from the bottom of their hearts.

No injuries.

Even the clothes are as clean as new.

Even the smile of Bishop Simon has not changed.

Gentle, like sunshine.

Look at the people from the God of War who were vomiting blood and falling to the ground in a wilted state, and they all made a judgment.

Could it be...

‘Mist’ is stronger than ‘God of War’? !

Such thoughts appeared involuntarily in the minds of the onlookers present.

Even the old Marquis couldn't help but think this way.

However, reason soon prevailed.

"That person was too distracted by the disaster and was unable to deal with the external enemy with all his strength!"

"but……"

"'Mist' is more worth winning over than imagined."

After the old marquis quickly concealed his surprise, he slowly walked up to the superior evil spirit.

"Bishop Simon."

"Please come with me."

"His Majesty has arranged the place where you and the Lord of New Sika will stay."

The old Marquis saluted as he spoke.

The palm of his hand behind his back made a slight gesture.

Immediately, the royal guard quietly escorted a group of injured War Temple warriors back to the War Temple.

Now the situation has been divided.

He got the information he wanted most.

leftover?

No need.

If you do it again, you will pass.

What he and His Majesty would most like to see if the 'God of War' and 'Mist' cannot be broken through.

The superior evil spirit looked at the old fox-like old Marquis in front of him. If it weren't for the fact that the boss had his own plan, it would definitely kill him directly.

This kind of person may not be strong enough, but he cannot be ignored at certain critical moments.

After welcoming them, they walked slowly during the escort, making the team look neat and solemn. Then they happened to meet the people from the Temple of War at the city gate. If this was all a coincidence, it would have committed suicide a hundred times.

"My Lord has told me that there are my brothers and sisters."

"I deserve to be with them."

The superior evil spirit pointed in the direction of the Lower Seventh Ring Shantytown and said as gently as possible.

Residual pain still spreads throughout the body.

Obviously, the will of the God of War is stronger than imagined.

After this time is over, I must find the Boss to take a vacation!

At least three...no, an hour!

I want to soak up the sunshine without any worries, and then eat a steak or lamb chop, preferably with the same half and half of cumin and black pepper. At least this way I can imagine the taste when I am in pain, no. As for editing, I can’t even edit it.

"As you wish!"

The old Marquis had no intention of refuting. He nodded first and then continued: "There was an unexpected attack last night. Everything is being rebuilt. I will try my best to get supplies. Before that, I hope you can Be able to understand.”

"Those damn evil creatures!"

At the end of the sentence, the old Marquis suddenly cursed in a low voice.

Such curses were inconsistent with the status of the old Marquis and seemed very rude.

But it was enough to illustrate the anger of the old Marquis.

The next moment, the old Marquis discovered something was wrong with him.

"terribly sorry."

"When I think about what happened last night, I just can't help it."

"Those evil creatures are simply locusts!"

"There is no benefit at all, it will only bring disaster!"

"Fortunately, the demon hunters appeared again and stopped them, otherwise it would have been even worse."

"Thank you Witcher!"

The old Marquis nodded apologetically to the superior evil spirit and praised him.

"They are truly admirable."

"Whether it's the past, the present, or the future."

“They always have their own philosophy.”

The superior evil spirit who knew what the old Marquis meant in his words echoed.

It will not actively disclose any information related to the witcher.

But he won’t let go of his relationship with the witcher.

Because, the Demon Hunter is still an empty shell.

An empty shell that looks powerful but can be broken with a poke.

It needed to make the witcher look more powerful, so ambiguity became the main tool.

Of course, it doesn’t take long.

After tonight, everything will change.

The old Marquis took a look at the high-ranking evil spirit and did not get any corresponding information. He was not surprised, but he once again confirmed that the demon hunter has a close relationship with the Church of the Mist.

Having this is enough.

As for the demon hunters who have a close relationship with the "Mist", are they from the snake sect or the wolf sect?

Is it important?

It's not important anymore!

The Snake Faction and the Wolf Faction are both demon hunters!

They are all camps that can help him and His Majesty!

Thinking of this, the old Marquis spoke again.

"Tonight, His Majesty will host a banquet at the palace to welcome the arrival of the new lord of Sika territory."

"I hope you can come along."

"Of course, Baron Colin was also invited."

After the old Marquis finished speaking, he looked at the upper evil spirit expectantly.

"I will arrive on time."

The superior evil spirit guarantees it.

The old Marquis smiled after receiving a satisfactory answer. He once again led the horse and walked into the city gate corridor side by side with the superior evil spirit. The convoy from the Sika Territory followed slowly.

The surrounding civilians and businessmen stared at the team.

His eyes were full of excitement and yearning.

Even the nobles standing on the city wall had their eyes flashing.

Compared with civilians and businessmen, these nobles have more ideas.

And, they don’t mind action.

Therefore, Etantinoburg, which had been noisy all night, became lively again.

This time is destined to be different from the night.

No killing or blood donation.

But there are more undercurrents.

And on the distant horizon, strange figures from the south appeared one after another.

After they looked at each other, they disappeared into Etantinoburg.

A bigger stage than last night has been set.