See the Elector Count Again

All that could be heard was a full-throated scream.

Everything had happened so quickly that even the soldiers standing nearby seemed unable to react.

Behind them, Gazi wore an expression that said he'd expected this. After all, he'd seen Lin Yun fight in a way that looked even more Khorne-like than a Khorne Cultist.

"Damn you! Damn you! You're attacking a noble, a general of Nurn! Lord Sodagu! Guards, guards! Arrest this man! He has to be a Khorne Cultist—otherwise, he couldn't possibly have that kind of strength! Arrest him! Ahhh, it hurts!" Clutching his arm and sweating profusely, Square Face glared at Lin Yun with a vicious expression and yelled.

Was this guy really a general? All he did was stand there and howl.

Lin Yun's expression didn't change. The person who deserved the praise next wasn't him.

"That's enough! In Sigmar's name, you dare call him a Khorne Cultist? You're questioning Sigmar's authority. I'll report your words to the Elector Count and His Eminence Volkmar." The bishop looked at the man, his expression darkening slightly. "There are limits to how unreasonable you can be. First, you suspected us, and now you dare slander Sigmar. I'll remember what you said."

"Ah, uh, well, this..." Square Face was clearly dumbstruck. That blow had hurt so much, and he was so used to bullying the weak that, for a moment, he'd forgotten there was a bishop of the Sigmar Church present.

That was why Lin Yun had dared to act this way. Without the bishop of the Sigmar Church here—most importantly, a bishop whom even the ordinary soldiers recognized—

In a situation like this, no matter what credentials or proof Lin Yun and the others produced, this man could have his subordinates pretend not to see them, or even outright refuse