A Wager Was a Wager-The Warlord's Final Curtain!

Fabius escaped, but Count Rot suffered a terrible fate. The demon army he had painstakingly summoned through sacrifice was slaughtered in a single encounter, leaving him routed and fleeing in disarray.

The remaining Nurgling, Rotting Lord, and others were no match for the Blood Angels, who had gone berserk. In just a few minutes, the army that it had painstakingly built up and dreamed of ruling Nomad Port crumbled and vanished into thin air.

That's incredibly fast!

Even the Dark Angels had to admit that the Blood Angels were incredibly efficient at killing.

However, everything has two sides.

Behind the Blood Angels' highly efficient killing is a price: a mere 40% casualty rate in just one war, and a significant portion of these casualties must be executed by the Blood Priests after the war ends!

The reason is simple: they are mired in Blood Thirst, beyond redemption, and must be granted the gift of death!

Alvin saw it all, and it pained him deeply.

These are all veterans, each with over two hundred years of service and ample combat experience.

It is a rare treasure.

To save them, we must find a way to resolve the genetic flaws in the Blood Angels, the Blood Thirst and Black Rage that plague them.

But now is not the time to worry about it. He can only keep this thought to himself for the time being and think of a solution after this matter is completely resolved.

After the Blood Angels had dealt with most of the enemies, Alvin's gaze fell upon Count Rot, who sat on a seat made of human bones and rusted iron, and he said calmly, "You have lost."

"Yes, I lost."

To his slight surprise, the defeated Count Rot showed no anger whatsoever, and spoke in a very calm tone.

"You don't seem angry?"

Alvin frowned slightly, looking at the calm Count Rot: "Could it be that he had already foreseen this?"

Will my plan fail?

"No, until just a moment ago, I was certain I would succeed—" Count Rot looked at him, a complex emotion in his eyes, and sighed deeply, "It's just that I'm used to considering the worst-case scenario, because no matter how meticulous the plan, when it's actually implemented, unexpected situations are bound to arise due to some unforeseen circumstances."

"Like this?"

"Alvin asked."

"Of course not. Although you thwarted my plan, this is far from the worst-case scenario I envisioned." Count Rot shook his head and chuckled. "The worst-case scenario would be if the Vought discovered my plan, and the entire Nomad Port were destroyed. That would be the worst-case scenario."

At this point, it seemed a little regretful. "Unfortunately, I neither anticipated your appearance nor the Inquisitor's actions. One wrong step led to another—leading to the current situation."

Although they were on opposing sides, Alvin couldn't help but admire Lloyd's thoughtfulness. "It's a pity, if you hadn't done these things, perhaps—"

Given Lloyd's composed nature, if Alvin hadn't intervened, his plan probably wouldn't have been discovered until it succeeded!

As it says, there were too many surprises!

"There's nothing to regret—" Count Rot interrupted him, a hint of arrogance in his eyes. "Defeat is defeat, and I accept it wholeheartedly."

With that kind of mentality, he's quite a character!

Alvin nodded. "Alright, since that's the case, there's no need for further words. Tell me where the thing is, and I'll give you a quick answer."

Count Rot lowered his gaze, a strange smile appearing on his face, "If you want the whereabouts of that thing, I can tell you—but you must come here. I can only tell you to one person!"

"Be careful, it might have some other schemes up its sleeve." Ilya harbored extreme vigilance towards Chaos, perhaps stemming from the legacy of the Sisters of Silence.

"How come the heir of the prestigious Valshius Family doesn't even have this much courage?"

Count Rot, seated in his seat, wore a cold smile, as if mocking him.

You're right, I am a coward.

Alvin remained unmoved, completely ignoring his sarcasm, and said with a serious expression, "I'm afraid you're hiding some underhanded tricks, so to be on the safe side, I will never get close to you. I can still tell the difference between recklessness and courage."

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Count Rot seemed taken aback by those words, remaining silent for a long while before finally letting out a self-deprecating laugh, "Hahaha—good, as expected of a descendant of the Valshius Family, this inherent caution is indeed very much like his."

Alvin waved his hand and sneered, "It's alright. Even if you don't tell me, it'll just be a little effort on my part. I can always dig Fernando up three feet into the ground and find him."

Winnie understood his meaning, and the blade reignited its flames, the golden light containing the power of Emperor!

Watching Winnie approach, Count Rot smiled. "Fine, I'll keep my word. What you want is in the Fernando Family treasury. As for its exact location, go find Byrne; he'll tell you how to open the treasury's door."

"You're really going to tell me the location of that thing so honestly?" Alvin was highly skeptical of Count Rot's words.

"Consider it a tribute to the victors." Count Rot straightened his posture and looked at Alvin: "That map... may not be as wonderful as you imagine. The direction it points to contains neither treasure nor lost civilization, only death and chaos."

"It sounds like you've been there?" Alvin raised an eyebrow, looking at it with suspicion.

"My Fernando Family has dispatched hundreds of exploration teams since obtaining this star map."

Count Rot fell into reminiscence, and slowly said, "But without exception, not a single ship ever returned. They all vanished there. The only message that came back was this: there was nothing there, only death and chaos."

That's so dangerous?!

While its words cannot be entirely trusted, the fact that hundreds of expeditions have failed to produce a single survivor suggests something more.

This proves that the star map was not as simple as it seemed!

"Even if I said that, I doubt you'd believe me, and you'd still go, right?" Count Rot chuckled.

He took a deep breath. "Because this is the mission of you, the Valshius Family— "

Are you finished speaking?

Alvin looked up at him.

"There's one last sentence."

Count Rot chuckled eerily, "Alvin, I have lost to you, but the Fernando Family never loses—that's our motto!"

"Oh, really?"

Alvin naturally assumed that his words were just him being stubborn on his deathbed, so he gave Winnie a look.

"Oh, right—" Count Rot smiled as the approaching "Living Saint" drew near, showing no fear of death whatsoever. "In the Fernando Family's treasury, there's a gift I'm giving you—remember, treasure it well, Alvin Valshius!"

Brush!

Winnie took a step forward, and the blade of her sword, burning with golden flames, sliced through the seated Earl of Count Rot. The Emperor, which scorched the soul, instantly set his body ablaze!

The life of this powerful figure in the Fernando Family has come to an end!

A gift, yet another gift?!

Alvin frowned deeply. The gift Dante gave him when he left Baal had already put him under immense pressure; what on earth was this palindrome?