Chapter 437: Iron-Blooded Marshal Horatio

Carl very calmly touched the pale white bubble with his mind, and soon, he sensed something contained in it.

That was the power of faith that existed in many prayers.

He soon discovered that the bubble also contained some idea that the man hoped for.

To be precise, it was suspected to be some wish of the believer.

He felt from the bubble that the believer hoped to obtain a special third-level extraordinary material "Flame White Honey" so that his secretly raised ant-type monsters could evolve.

Although the act of secretly raising monsters was denied and prohibited by the Orthodox Church, there have been more and more heretical things in recent years.

The Fisher family and the Dawn Cult themselves raised many monsters through the extraordinary people of the natural path, but most of them were on the islands of the White Sea and were not easily noticed by outsiders.

After Carl learned of the believer's wish, he tried to issue an oracle to the priest of the Dawn Cult near Kernnas, and soon the other party gave the extraordinary material to the believer.

After the believer got the required extraordinary materials and fed them to the secretly raised monster, the monster really had a drastic evolutionary reaction.

From the "Fire Spirit Ant" which was originally only at the upper level of the origin, it evolved into the "Crazy Ant" at the lower level of qualitative change.

After seeing this scene, the believer couldn't help but burst into tears of gratitude and kept thanking the great Lord of Lost.

"Great Lord of Lost, thank you for your kindness and gift!"

And a bubble appeared above his head again. This time the pale white bubble gradually turned into gold, and then it burst completely.

At the same time, Carl suddenly felt that he had changed into a pious person who was willing to sacrifice everything for the "Great Lord of Lost".

Very good situation.

Carl also discovered a very important thing, that is, in fact, the believer himself did not know that he had the desire to "need a certain extraordinary material".

He just hoped that he wanted to make the monster he secretly raised evolve.

"I understand."

In fact, the appearance of the bubble was not because of what he thought in his heart, but because of his "foresight".

"So that's how it is. My new ability is to 'predict the future of believers' in advance and directly perceive what believers need most..."

"If it can be satisfied, the believer will greatly increase his piety, or even become a new pious person directly."

This matter is very important. First of all, because every time a "big move" is released, the pious person needs to burn his life, so it is undoubtedly very important to have a sufficient number of pious people.

"The lives of pious people one after another pave the way for the revival of the Dawn Cult and me."

"But their sacrifices are all voluntary, and they can indeed be compensated in the next life...so there is no problem at all, and it can even be said to be a generous treatment."

Carl thought silently. There is another very important point about the ability just now. As long as the power of "predicting the future" is used well, it is enough to allow the Fisher family and the Dawn Cult to avoid many disasters.

A few days later.

Carl put his consciousness back on Darren and Christine.

A few days had passed since the ambush in Valere, and Darren had no intention of stopping. He was just preparing to rush to the Loen Empire to communicate with their big backer.

Darren, Christine and others knew one thing very well. No matter what, the four eastern countries were still just four important chess pieces on the chessboard of the Oden Continent.

If you want to win the next war, you still have to fully consider the ideas of the chess players. Without the gods, the Loen Empire is the real most powerful chess player.

Of course, they also believe that behind the so-called "chess players", there is also the great Lord of the Lost, who can completely overturn the chessboard.

Carl silently observed the development of everything.

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Darren was still wearing black clothes as usual, sitting on a steam train, and followed the railway to Valere first calmly, then transferred from Valere, and finally arrived at Kernnas, the capital of all cities in the Loen Empire.

Obviously, this city has been highly industrialized.

The sun shines through the clouds and sprinkles on the cobblestone streets, giving the city a golden glow.

Once upon a time, the capital of Lorne was also known as the Fog City, but later the Apocalypses worked together to completely remove the smog, restoring the entire city to its former beauty.

Basically every ten years, the environment of the capital of Lorne will be cleaned up by several Apocalypses.

The people of Lorne on the streets are rushing around in their lives.

The businessmen, wearing neat clothes and carrying heavy briefcases, hurriedly shuttled between banks, stock exchanges and major companies, with fast and firm steps, and their eyes revealed their desire for success.

The workers had just walked out of the factory, with a trace of fatigue on their faces, but more of their expectations for home and dinner.

They wore simple work clothes, either walking along the familiar route towards home, or going to a nearby tavern to drink and communicate loudly with their fellow workers.

"Such a city..."

Soon Darren, who was in the carriage, came to the rich area and found that the surrounding environmental index had increased significantly, and there were obviously more flowers and plants.

On the streets of the rich area, all kinds of carriages and four-wheeled steam carriages are constantly passing by, carrying noble ladies to afternoon tea parties. The drivers skillfully drive the vehicles through the crowded streets. The shops and stalls along the street are also very lively, displaying a variety of goods. Customers carefully select their favorite items and bargain with the shopkeepers.

The whole Kernas is driven by an invisible force, and everyone is busy and struggling for life.

It is the city of ten thousand cities and the city of dreams! For almost most people on the Oden continent, this city is full of infinite possibilities and hope!

Finally, there are fewer and fewer people outside.

Darren knows the reason very well, that is because the carriages are getting closer and closer to the core of the city.

Imperial City.

The royal family of the Loen Empire has always been a powerful God Blood family, a supreme family. Their family has many top bloodlines, even including the dual God Blood of the Sun and the Redemption, so the probability of the extraordinary people in the family awakening the power of the God Blood is very high.

Finally, we arrived at the core of Kernnas and saw the palace.

It seemed to be an artistic treasure carved by the wisdom of all the people of Lorn, and every inch of it exuded a noble and elegant atmosphere!

This palace was built entirely of flawless white marble, like a huge cloud gently landing on the earth, and like a crystal clear iceberg, shining softly and dazzlingly under the sun.

Each piece of marble was carefully selected and polished, and the surface was as smooth as a mirror, which could reflect the blue sky, white clouds and the surrounding scenery, making the entire building seem to be suspended between heaven and earth, both solemn and mysterious.

"Please stop!"

Darren was intercepted as soon as he approached, and soon he showed a token of Viscount Johnville. The guards outside the palace asked him to wait for a while, and then took the token away.

Ten minutes later, the guards came back and returned the token to Darren Fisher who was waiting.

"Please follow me. Remember not to wander around. There are many barriers and magic arrays in the palace. If you wander around, something bad might happen."

Darren nodded gently, thinking that it was not so much that he was afraid of something bad happening, but rather that he was afraid of encountering some secrets belonging to the Lorne royal family.

He stepped into the gate of the Lorne Imperial Palace, and what came into view was a wide and straight avenue, with carefully trimmed green trees and blooming flowers on both sides. At the end of the avenue was a magnificent palace complex, staggered and progressive.

Inside the palace, the white marble floor was as smooth as a mirror, reflecting the soft light and exquisite decorations, making people feel as if they were in a dreamlike world. The walls were inlaid with gold, silver, jewels and gems, shining brightly, complementing the white marble, and the ceiling was painted with exquisite murals.

Carl's consciousness also followed Darren to observe everything around.

He felt very urgently that there were forbidden objects that he had never seen before in this palace. They were definitely forbidden objects with single-digit numbers, which were too attractive to him!

"Unfortunately, there is no way to take it away from here for the time being... The power of that forbidden object is a bit too terrifying, much stronger than the forbidden objects with two-digit numbers!"

Carl stared at one direction of the palace, and felt that the breath of that thing was overwhelming all around, which was completely tempting to him!

Finally, Darren came to a hall and stopped.

There was already a man waiting for him here.

Before seeing him, Darren was completely unaware of the other party's existence, but just when he saw him, he felt a very scary and disturbing momentum.

How could this be?

He seemed to have returned to the time when he was still a mortal, and when facing the man in front of him, he couldn't help but feel fear in his heart!

"You are finally here, Duke Darren Fisher, very good, you are not late for even a minute, but you are ten minutes early, and you are not too early."

"Well, I like your style of doing things."

That is a man standing at the top of the wind and cloud of history, with a strong and profound appearance like a sculpture, revealing an extraordinary leadership temperament.

The strongest man in the Loen Empire.

Iron-blooded Marshal!

Horatio Wesley!

He is tall and straight, with broad shoulders and thick back. He has short hair, silver-gray with a few strands of unyielding black, which is carefully combed. He has a broad forehead, deep wisdom between his eyebrows, and sharp eyes like an eagle, as if looking directly into the deepest fear and desire of the human heart.

Horatio has a high nose bridge, lips tightly pressed into a straight line, and a perfectly trimmed beard on his chin.

Majestic and mature.

Those are the two best words to describe him!

He wears a custom-made marshal uniform, the golden epaulettes shine in the sun, and the medals and medals on his chest are densely packed, each of which is a testimony to his bravery and fearlessness in countless battles.

"Darren Fisher, His Majesty the Emperor and the Prime Minister are still at the banquet, and they will be here soon."

"When the time comes, you need to report everything to us."

"Report?"

Darren listened to the word, muttered to himself, shook his head slightly, and thought silently.

Marshal Horatio obviously heard his voice, looked at him and nodded, and said calmly: "Don't forget, Darren Fisher, Siat is just one of our many chess pieces."

"So you need to report, just like to the superior."

Darren nodded and said: "Of course I know this, Lord Marshal Horatio. There is no doubt that the Fisher family and the entire Siyat are pawns of the Lorne Empire. We will work for the benefit of His Majesty the Emperor of Lorne. Go through life and death to defeat and capture those eastern countries for the sake of the Emperor of Lorne."

He paused and continued with a smile: "However, whether you are a chess piece or a soldier, you need to be paid enough to have sufficient combat effectiveness."

"In order for us to have strong motivation, to actually bring benefits to the Lorne Empire, and also to ensure that all your early investment will not be completely wasted, Lord Marshal, I still hope that you can provide more assistance."

Horatio was silent for a while, then said with a sneer: "Haha, almost every puppet and chess piece will talk like this, but why does the Lorne Empire care about you so much?"

Darren nodded and said immediately:

"The simple reason is that it's because of what I sent a letter to inform you a few days ago... The puppet you supported in Valere has been arrested, and there is a high possibility that Valere will completely defect to Qiyao."

"If the Lorne Empire abandons Siyat now and waits for Siyat to be destroyed by the Three Kingdoms, the entire east of Oden Continent will become the territory of the Qiyao Empire!"

Marshal Horatio's expression did not change, as if he was not affected at all.

In fact, compared to whether the Lorne Empire could make a profit, the fact that the Qiyao Empire's sphere of influence had greatly increased made him feel even more uncomfortable.

Those people from the four eastern countries are fine no matter what, even if they are all dead, it doesn't matter, but every move of the Qiyao Empire, as the old enemy, is on the mind of Marshal Horatio.

If the four eastern countries are really allowed to fall within the scope of Qiyao, they will be able to control more places that can produce extraordinary materials. Over time, the Qiyao Empire will definitely add more monarchs and extraordinary people than before, and among them, there will be one more extraordinary person. Apocalypse can erase many of the advantages of the Lorne Empire.

no!

We must not let those Qiyao people succeed!

Marshal Horatio paced back and forth for a moment, then suddenly stared at Darren Fisher and said calmly:

"You are wise, Duke Fischer of Siart."

"For us Lorne people, we have enough things. Even if there is one more Siat as a chess piece, or one less Siat, there will be no substantial change in the empire."

"However, Qiyao is indeed the thing that all Lorne people hate the most deep down."

Darren didn't say anything, just smiled. The provocation he just used wasn't even considered a conspiracy, it was just an analysis of the actual situation.

It is difficult to deceive such a person, the only way is to guide the other person's thoughts.

Marshal Horatio could figure out the logic in an instant.

He said coldly: "Although I know you are using words, I have to admit that you are right. The current situation is indeed like this. We Lorne people cannot give up on you Siyat."

"Valere let us down so much..."

Marshal Horatio suddenly exerted a strong momentum, causing Darren's expression to change drastically in an instant.

"Then, Duke Fischer of Siat, I hope you can show enough strength! You Siat must win this war!"