That Is Swearing Allegiance To My Dearest

The plan was quickly finalized, and the Goblin offered an enthusiastic smile.

Goblin: "Respected Prince Your Highness! And Imperial Guard Hela! Welcome!"

Prince Rhine, also wearing a smile, politely asked, "Are you the leader of the Golden Land?"

The Goblin politely replied, "This might surprise you, but yes, that is correct, respected Prince Your Highness. I am one of the leaders of the Golden Land."

The Prince nodded with a smile, then his voice suddenly turned cold: "Hela, kill him!"

Goblin: "????"

"As you command, Your Highness."

Hela did not hesitate in the slightest at Rhine's command and executed it instantly!

Dark iron armor, as if prepared beforehand, instantly covered Hela.

Sharp and ferocious iron hands reached directly for the Goblin's head.

White Vulture, standing nearby, was shocked!

What was going on! How much hatred could there be!!

She couldn't imagine that Rhine and his group would try to kill someone upon meeting them!!

However, with the terrifying reaction speed of a Demigod, White Vulture still acted immediately, summoning her weapon to meet Hela's attack.

If things went smoothly...

White Vulture, who was closer to the Goblin, could have blocked Hela's attack in time.

But!

From a spatial rift, three Demigod puppets suddenly appeared and unleashed magic that had already been fully chanted, freezing White Vulture in place!

White Vulture's movements instantly ceased.

She could only watch helplessly as Hela, clad in iron armor, rapidly approached the Goblin and, amidst the Goblin's pig-like screams and pleas--snap!!

In a flash of lightning, everything was decided.

The Goblin's head

was crushed by Hela, blood splattering on the spot!!

The entire scene fell into dead silence.

White Vulture was stunned.

The other employees of the Golden Land were even more shocked, unable to comprehend the situation before them.

"Everyone, is this what you mean?"

Rhine looked around and asked angrily, "Are you saying that the leader who manages the ruins of the Golden Dwarves, the supreme holy land of the Dwarf dynasties, is a Goblin?!"

Rhine's smile turned very kind:

"If you play such a damn joke on this Prince again, believe it or not, I'll have the Sanctuary mark this cursed place as a red zone, and then you can all wait to be bombed into oblivion by Histia."

The Dwarves and Goblins trembled, not daring to breathe.

Rhine said angrily, "Now, go call your real leader out to meet me!!"

The Goblins and Dwarves were about to cry.

Sir... you just killed the manager here!!

We swear!!

9. Miss Hela Next Door

After the Goblin president's skull exploded like a bursting watermelon.

The entire scene fell into deathly silence.

With trembling hands, everyone wiped the bloody filth from their faces.

No one...

No one could have imagined.

That the Prince of Hain, Rhine Hain, would be so insane as to crush the head of the Golden Land's leader the moment he met him!!

What was going on in this Prince's mind?!

Looking at the fallen corpse, the Dwarves and Goblins were secretly alarmed and terrified.

However, as expected, despite their fear, not a single one of them felt sad about the death of the Goblin president.

Although Prince Hain had mistakenly killed the highest responsible person in the Golden Land, intimidated by the powerful influence of the Hain Empire, everyone merely lowered their heads subserviently, with no one daring to speak ill of this domineering and cold-blooded Prince.

So the question arises...

Now the Prince has asked.

Ultimately, who is the highest authority in the Golden Land?

Amidst the oppressive, dead silence, a spark ignited in the eyes of a few Goblins!

Because they saw—opportunity!!

With the former chief executive dead, and those just below him in the hierarchy, whoever could turn the tide and resolve this crisis would become the new Ruler of the Golden Land!

And they would gain the endorsement of Prince Hain!

Finally, Under the allure of power, A Goblin, wearing a top hat, a suit, and a monocle, waddled up to Rhine.

He spoke the perfect words he'd just concocted on the spot:

"Respected Your Highness Rhine, in fact, you are unaware that the chief executive of the Golden Land is..."

"Hela."

Splat!!

Another Goblin's head exploded gruesomely!

"Are you still toying with me using Goblins?"

Rhine's face darkened, gritting his teeth in anger. "Let me tell you, my patience is limited!!"

The entire scene fell into a deathly silence once more.

A subtle sound of liquid echoed faintly in the dead air.

Someone had been scared so badly they wet themselves...

The Goblins' hearts shattered.

This Prince is too wild!!!

He just killed another high-ranking executive!!!

At this point, the Goblins finally understood the situation!

No matter what excuse they gave, if the next Golden Land leader to stand before the Prince was still a Goblin, Then, He would surely die!!

It's all over!

The Goblins were about to cry!

To usurp the power of the Dwarf Kings, over hundreds of years, the Goblins had purged the Golden Land's high command countless times.

All those in charge were replaced by Goblins; the Dwarves were relegated to mere laborers, unable to even become foremen.

Under these circumstances, It was utterly impossible to pick a Dwarf leader from the Golden Land!

So, what could they do?

Were they going to let this madman keep killing?!

In their despair, the Goblins turned their pleading gazes towards White Vulture.

The only one present capable of turning the situation around was this sharp-eared, dragon-eyed Demigod!

Although a "wild" Demigod mercenary, White Vulture's combat power was actually terrifying, far surpassing her peers.

Thanks to the Azalea Secret Ritual left by their ancestors, the members of the Demon Sword Sisterhood possessed the most mixed bloodlines in all the mortal world. Simultaneously, their Demigods gathered the most divinity in all the mortal world.

This was vastly different from national Demigods, who were backed by a country, possessed pure bloodlines, and held only a single, pure divinity.

The Demigods of the Demon Sword Sisterhood walked an entirely different path.

A path completely foreign and incomprehensible to national Demigods.

The ultimate mishmash!

By all logical reasoning, White Vulture should have been capable of confronting Hain's Imperial Guard!

What's more!

The entire Demon Sword Sisterhood wasn't just White Vulture as their only Demigod!!

However, at this critical juncture, White Vulture was offline.

Because White Vulture was also bewildered.

Or rather, she was at a loss.

Her employer had already been killed, So, should she continue to serve the Golden Land or not?

Technically, White Vulture's contract with the Golden Land was still valid. As long as she continued to work for them, she would receive her full payment, not a single cent less.

But the problem was, Who would dare offend Prince Rhine of Hain at a time like this!!

Although the reason Prince Rhine killed people was as if he were joking, Prince Rhine's threats were absolutely no joke!

White Vulture didn't quite understand the operational rules of the Hain Empire, but there was one thing she understood very clearly!

If Prince Rhine really used some special privilege to adjust the threat level of the Golden Land to "Crimson,"

Then... Histia, the strongest Demigod who constantly dealt with extreme threats across the mortal realm and maintained its fundamental Order – she would! Truly! Come and burn the Golden Land into a large piece of gilded glass!

The Hain Empire, was, after all, the most powerful Empire on this continent!

Was White Vulture truly prepared to challenge them?

And, speaking of which...

White Vulture nervously watched Prince Rhine's every move, and before she knew it, she found herself gazing at Prince Rhine's face and his beautiful eyes...

White Vulture's face turned red.

Ah...

Speaking of which, Prince Rhine was none other than that Italien's older brother, wasn't he?

Then his blood must be extremely pure, extremely precious.

And the Prince's face was also incredibly appetizing!