Chapter 311
Nitze spoke, he let out a barely audible sigh.
He deliberately changed the subject to give Maria time to think it over.
Is it better to take the risk and prove yourself, or to retreat honestly and leave everyone with some dignity?
But unexpectedly... it was Maria who tore away this last fig leaf. Since that's the case, he didn't intend to continue arguing.
His arm rested lightly on the uniquely designed scepter beside him, and a jet-black sphere instantly materialized at the center of the notched circular scepter.
It was like an eye that appeared out of nowhere, coldly staring at Maria opposite her.
"You won't get any information from me..."
"It's not a good habit to speak in absolutes, sir."
Maria spoke calmly, her eyes remaining unmoved.
Even though the entire room was filled with thick black fog, her expression remained unchanged.
The billowing black mist made it seem as if they were communicating while sitting on clouds.
"I don't want things to become unpleasant for everyone... I also hope that everything can be resolved peacefully."
"That's what I think too."
Nitze spoke, he silently raised his head.
His body floated slightly into the air, and thick black smoke quickly filled the entire room!
Even light cannot penetrate this darkness!
"Queen of the Banshees... for the sake of the Banshees, you have one last chance."
"Get out of here!"
From within the black mist, overlapping sounds slowly drifted in. The black mist acted like a mirror, constantly echoing his voice and creating a strong sense of oppression.
But...
Nitze was a soft sigh...
"I still hope to use more peaceful means..."
"Boom--!"
A loud bang instantly echoed throughout the entire Eaters of the Dead camp.
The sound was like thunder, tearing apart the once tranquil world!
Everyone could see that the towering, cylindrical dome suddenly cracked without warning!
The terrifying crack transformed into a flash of white light with lightning speed before everyone's eyes!
By the time someone realized what was happening, the entire dome began to tilt and collapse!
Smoke and dust began to spread...
And over there...
"It's the conference room!"
"Our Lord has been assassinated! Eaters of the Dead Guard! Assemble!"
"Defend our Lord!"
The roar echoed throughout the entire Eaters of the Dead camp almost instantly.
Inside the camp, inside the rooms, and in the medical area.
Countless Eaters of the Dead wrapped in white strips rushed out.
They were a white ocean, surging mightily towards the conference hall.
A surging black light flashed rapidly, enveloping the entire world!
When they finally rushed into the meeting room, they were astonished to find it as if nothing had happened.
Although a menacing skylight had been opened in the ceiling of the room, the two people sat calmly in their seats.
Maria gently broke off a small piece of military rations. Seeing Lamaline's expression beside her, she pondered for a moment, then carefully pinched it and brought it to Ramallian's lips.
"Want some?"
"No... no need."
Lamaline's words were very stiff.
On the other side of the sofa, their beloved Bocscar quietly guarding the tranquil Lord.
Everything seemed so natural; even the furniture and decorations remained safely in their places, showing no signs of an accident that had just occurred.
"This..."
The Eaters of the Dead guards who rushed over looked at each other, somewhat at a loss.
After a while, Nitze finally raised his head slightly.
"The guard."
"Exist!"
Upon hearing the voice of their lord, all the Eaters of the Dead stood respectfully, facing him.
"Dismissed... There's nothing here."
"... yes."
Although they still had many doubts, seeing that their lord had spoken in this way, they had no choice but to retreat reluctantly.
After the poor wooden door to the room closed once again, Nitze couldn't hold back any longer and suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood!
Blood instantly stained the white cloth strip in front of it, making it look extremely fierce.
Bocscar to the side, stared wide-eyed and quickly bent down to check if his teacher was alright.
Even Lamaline was standing to the side, frowned with some concern.
She wasn't worried about the other person's safety... it was simply that if anything happened to them, as one of the few outsiders here, the Banshees wouldn't know how to explain it.
After waiting a while longer, and until Nitze vomited out the blood clots in his body, he felt a little better. He looked up and once again looked at the quiet Maria beside him.
After a moment of silence, he gave a wry smile.
"I never imagined that one day I would feel old..."
"..."
"I take back what I said before, Banshees. It's definitely not a matter of one choosing the other... I also take back my previous opinion of you; you are a powerful warrior."
"Um."
Maria's reaction remained indifferent.
But Bocscar and Lamaline, standing to the side, were too shocked to speak.
Who is Nitze?
He is now universally acknowledged as the God of War throughout Sarkaz!
An extremely powerful figure within Sarkaz!
Both individual and legion combat capabilities have reached a critical point.
How could someone like him directly acknowledge Maria's power?
What level is Maria at exactly?!
For a moment, both of them couldn't help but glance at Maria.
But Maria's reaction was rather indifferent.
Her strength no longer needs anyone's acknowledgment.
It wasn't arrogance, but rather a clear demonstration of her own ability.
At least so far, she has not encountered anyone in the world who can withstand her attacks.
Some Great Beast might be able to do that.
Maria took another sip of water, swallowed the rations in her mouth, and then rose slightly, pulling Lamaline.
"In that case, we'll take our leave."
"... Don't you want to know?"
Nitze was also taken aback when he saw the two Banshees suddenly stand up.
Although there was no written proof, the atmosphere just now had already tacitly acknowledged this rule.
If I defeat Maria, Maria will obediently leave; if Maria defeats me, I will obediently reveal the news.
But now... why are they leaving after finishing their fight?
Ah?
"I just plan to try a different approach."
Maria shook her head.
She paused for a moment, then looked at Nitze again.
"I want to make a deal with you."
"Trade?"
"You said you loved all of Sarkaz, didn't you?"
"... Yes."
"In that case, do you think the Sarkaz can survive this war?"
"..."
"The answer is... it's impossible without a miracle."
Maria shook her head, speaking for the other person.
As the most skilled commander in Sarkaz, Nitze had already learned about the strength of the Allied Forces from various intelligence reports. He also realized that the Sarkaz were about to face what might be the most intense war in thousands of years.
Furthermore, the reason he brought half of the Eaters of the Dead here was not, as outsiders thought, to seize power at this Royal Court Conference. He simply wanted to do his best to preserve the Sarkaz's flame.
Even so, the hope is extremely slim.
And this... is what Maria wanted to do as well.
What are you trying to say?
Nitze looked at Maria in front of him.
He didn't think the other person had suddenly become bored and brought up such a thing at this particular time.
"I helped you through this disaster... and in return, I hope to receive everything I wish to know."
Maria's voice was calm, but those words stirred Nitze's emotions.
He stared wide-eyed in astonishment at the woman in front of him, his face twitching slightly.
"Are you... serious?"
By now, Nitze no longer doubted Maria's abilities, but he still found it hard to believe that Maria would choose to help him...
You must understand, war is no joke.
That's a real meat grinder, where no one can be sure they'll survive!
Everyone is like raw meat on a conveyor belt; when they die depends solely on luck...
Even he himself couldn't guarantee that he would survive the war.
Especially with the massive influx of the Allied Forces this time.
Under these circumstances, even the Sarkaz are reluctant to fight to defend Kazdel.
And Maria... actually agreed to help?
Just to obtain intelligence?