Chapter 425
Historically, it has always been Royal Court Member who have audiences with His Highness; how could His Highness personally seek out Royal Court Member?
Seeing that he couldn't persuade Wendigo to return to the royal court, Manfred felt deeply disappointed. He stared at Broca and said in a very serious tone:
"Then I'll have no choice but to consider you an enemy!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he forcefully threw something towards Kal'tsit.
The object triggered an electrical surge the moment it landed, and a powerful Spell Shockwave quickly spread outwards.
Broca stood still, showing no intention of dodging. With his massive size, he was hardly the type to nimbly dodge.
Misery, who was skilled in Space-Time Ability, sensed something was wrong with this energy shockwave and immediately issued a warning:
"Doctor Kal'tsit, back off!"
If you have keen senses, you'll notice that the Spell Shockwave is composed of tiny magical threads, like a spider web that instantly shreds anything it envelops.
Kal'tsit's mortal body couldn't withstand such an attack, and she immediately retreated upon hearing the warning. The pitch-black Mon3tr stood in front of her, absorbing the oncoming spell.
Logos also sensed something was wrong and used his agility to retreat dozens of meters to a safe distance.
As the Spell Shockwave spread, Broca in front of the other four. He was like a solid rock, unyielding no matter what attack he faced.
After discovering that the Spell Shockwave would corrode the Qianyan Armor and Thousand Rock Spear, Broca the power of the Vision to activate the brown shield.
Even though Manfred was using a legendary Sarkaz artifact, it couldn't easily penetrate the defenses due to the different power systems involved.
Broca at the young Sarkaz general in front of him and uttered the name of the artifact:
"The Root of Tiracaz, given to us by Theresis?"
Seeing that Wendigo was completely unharmed by the Spell Shockwave, and that even his armor showed little sign of corrosion, Manfred's expression became extremely grave.
"That's right, it was His Highness who bestowed it upon me."
He Sarkaz the Military Committee, the core of Sarkaz power, at a young age, thanks to Theresis's trust and the power of the Root of Tiracaz.
The energy released by this artifact could even devour Dolak's flames. Why is it that Wendigo stood still and withstood it without any harm?
This demonstrates that the two sides are not even on the same level in terms of strength.
Manfred was terrified, but he still tried his best to test Broca's limits. The more information he gathered now, the higher His Highness's chances of winning would be in the His Highness.
He unleashed another Spell Shockwave, but this time the Spell Thread were more numerous and denser. Moreover, Originium crystal were interspersed within the threads, which would unleash a power comparable to Originium bomb upon contact with an object.
"Come and experience it for yourself, see if you can break free from the cage I've woven with my own hands!"
Such a wide-range Magic Attack would be tantamount to a fatal blow to ordinary people. However, it was still no match for Broca, feeling like a mere trifle.
After all, he had participated in battles between Great Beast and witnessed firsthand the cage where his master sealed away the year.
In comparison, Manfred's network of Spell Thread is as childish and laughable as cat's cradle.
"Too weak, no power."
Broca his Thousand Rock Spear, easily tearing through the large net woven from Spell Thread. He threw a horned stone at Manfred, simultaneously charging up and throwing the Thousand Rock Spear in his hand.
Oh no!
Seeing his opponent tear open the magic net, Manfred was terrified and quickly dodged the falling Horned Stone.
But the next second, his body began to uncontrollably and forcefully attack the Horned Stone, moving closer to it.
Seeing a long spear descending from the sky, about to pierce his forehead, Manfred's hair stood on end, and he roared, unleashing astonishing Psychic Power.
He managed to break free of his restraints before the Thousand Rock Spear hit the ground, thus avoiding being impaled through the head and killed on the spot.
"Hoo... Hah..."
Manfred was panting heavily; the Wendigo's bizarre attack methods still terrified him.
We can't beat them, we really can't beat them.
With the blessing of the Root of Tiracaz, he can usually hold his own against the Blood Demon Great Lord and the King of Scavengers.
However, their most prized attack is now failing to produce the desired effect, and they are being completely suppressed by Wendigo.
Even if you were to engage in close combat with a sword, the opponent's massive size would not be to be underestimated.
What a pity, what a real pity.
With such formidable strength, how wonderful it would be if it could be used by His Highness. That would bring us one step closer to the Great Sarkaz Revival.
Seeing Manfred dodge the combination attack, Broca nodded slightly, acknowledging the opponent's strength.
He wanted to show Sarkaz a completely new path without telling Shi Lei. But with outsiders present, some things were not convenient to say outright.
Given his assigned protection mission, he couldn't have both. His only option was to have the other party send Theresis to find him; there was no other way.
"Go, go and summon your king to see me."
At first glance, this statement sounds utterly sarcastic.
Manfred's face was grim as he stared at Wendigo's Antler Helmet. After a moment, he waved for his men to leave.
"Withdraw!"
Even he couldn't defeat such a powerful figure; these thousand Sarkaz City Defense Army would be doomed if they charged in.
The city's military strength is dwindling, and they are stretched thin in their ability to fight against the various Duke. The Victorians and those nobles are two-faced, and once the war begins, they can only rely on the Sarkaz themselves.
Since Wendigo wishes to see His Highness, Manfred will surely convey this message upon his return.
Seeing the large number of people leaving, Kal'tsit knew that the crisis was temporarily averted. But as long as the Sarkaz were in the city, the threat would not be completely eliminated.
The dust blown by the wind dissipated at her feet, and the cicadas' chirping on the summer night had ceased sometime earlier.
The Sarkaz City Defense Army had left, but the ashes scattered everywhere were blown about. Just like this long and protracted war, it was far from over.
Kal'tsit gazed silently at the Ruined Walls of a bombed-out structure. A black Fowlbeast perched on a Wooden Plank pointing skyward, uttering mournful cries.
As the five set off again, the Fowlbeast seemed to be startled and took flight, rushing into the night wind of Londinium ahead of them.
Broca up at the dark clouds looming above the Shard Building. Then, with heavy steps, he resolutely walked into the storm.
June 23, 11:50 pm
Sardien District, Seventh Avenue.
"What the hell is this thing?"
Looking at the disgusting white worms on the ground, the Rhodes Island members felt physically uncomfortable.
He suppressed his nausea and carefully stepped forward with the dagger, then pried one of the knives open.
Beneath the white worm lay a mangled, bloody corpse. The stark white bones were visible, while the remaining flesh was being greedily devoured by the other worms.
"Tsk."
The Rhodes Island members noticed the body was dressed in Victoria military uniform and wanted to search for any clues on it.
He raised his dagger and stabbed the white worm, but the blade snapped in two as if it had struck steel.
In other words, worms have very hard exoskeletons.
"Damn, it's so hard! Hey, Red, over here, come take a look!"
Just as the Rhodes Island members were calling to their comrades, a white worm that had detached from a corpse suddenly attacked.
"Careful!"
Seeing that things were going badly, Red immediately rushed over.
With a flash of red light, the worm was cleaved in two, falling to the ground and convulsing. The remaining flesh and blood in its intestines emitted a foul stench.
"Thank goodness, you saved my life again."
Red looked at the strange scenery of the area, his eyes above the scarf unusually serious:
"Let's retreat first, something's not right here."
Meanwhile, Talulah was burning the Blood Altar and swarms of white worms in front of her with flames.
The flames she unleashed were like sacred fire that burned away all evil, reducing the flesh, grotesque worms, and bizarre creatures scattered on the ground to ashes. Only a dark, scorched mark remained on the ground.
The empty streets were silent.
A gentle night breeze carried a fishy stench.
Talulah estimates that all the residents and Victoria soldiers living there have perished.
Nine, standing to the side, asked:
"A pointless massacre, this must be the 'masterpiece' of that Blood Demon Great Lord, right?"
Talulah didn't know much about the Royal Court Army; she only knew bits and pieces of information from when she was at the Duke Koschei's mansion.
"I'm not sure, but it feels very likely. I've heard that the Blood Demon Great Lord is raising a huge number of blood descendants; we probably wouldn't stand a chance in a direct confrontation."
Nine removed his gray hood, staring at the devastated hell on earth, his brow furrowed deeply:
"It's alright, just stay away if you see them. We will unite and absorb all infected who refuse to succumb to fate; this place should not become the next Chernobyl."
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June 24, 0:15 am
Shining and Nightingale, who had set off before Kal'tsit, arrived at the heart of the Central City District of Londinium.
Given Sarkaz's identity, and her distinctive features such as black robes, white horns, and white hair, the City Defense Army at the outpost recognized her as Confessors and dared not obstruct her.
The two arrived at a temporary outpost only 800 meters from the Shard Building, with the exclusive mark of the Confessors engraved at the entrance.
The moment the guards saw Shining, their legs trembled. He ordered the other soldiers to hold their ground while he slipped inside to warn their leader.
"You should all have heard of this woman to some extent. Don't take your eyes off her right hand, because she might draw her sword at any moment. Once you're within her attack range, you won't survive."
After saying that, the guards turned and ran inside.
The Sarkaz City Defense Army were left completely bewildered, as if they had been told to capture Tang Sanzang and his disciples:
"Ah?"
"..."
Seeing Shining, Shining remained silent. She pushed Nightingale's Wheelchair with her left hand and held the black longsword in her right.
This circling posture is not suitable for drawing a sword.
But every time Shining took a step forward, the other fully armed Sarkaz would unconsciously take a step back.
Silent advance, and frantic retreat.
The Sarkaz City Defense Army were on edge. One of them bumped into a soldier behind him and fell to the ground.
His face contorted with despair, and even as he sat on the ground, he unconsciously shifted backward.
Seeing their disheveled state, Shining stopped and pulled a slip of paper from his black robe:
"There's no need to be so afraid or on guard. I'm just here to keep my appointment. You can all just make way."
"..."
The Sarkaz City Defense Army swallowed hard; they were caught in a dilemma, unable to advance or retreat—if they retreated any further, they would be inside.
Seeing that the atmosphere at the scene had become extremely cold, a warm welcome came from inside the hall:
"The Shining!"
"What are you all doing blocking the doorway? Move aside! Didn't I tell you beforehand that I'm hosting a family gathering soon?"
Even before Ascalon's whereabouts were revealed, the Confessors Leader knew that the Shining would be coming soon.
After all, Rhodes Island, which she joined, was the organization of the Exotic Demon King Amiya.
Shining stared at the masked young man before her, her expression remaining as calm as still water.
"Salus, I'm here, I'm not late."
"Oh dear, I know I'm not late. Come in with me, dinner's been reheated several times. You look so travel-worn, haven't you been eating well since leaving Londinium? The Chief said you'll be treated to a dinner according to the Royal Academy of Sciences's standards."
Seeing that she remained silent, Salus, still with his usual enthusiastic demeanor, led the two inside: