He roared at the crowd:
"I was ambushed, and I'm very weak now. I can't use my strength!"
Seeing Grant trying to defend himself, Colin was about to press his advantage when he noticed [ the Ginseng Rooster ] shaking his head slightly at him.
He immediately changed his stance, retreating instead of advancing, and just managed to dodge Grant's despicable uppercut with his broken sword.
Colin took two steps back, not continuing his attack, but remaining ready for battle at any moment.
"Eek~~~~~"
A louder and clearer chorus of boos erupted again, and Grant was now furious.
"I'm afraid he'll attack me from behind!"
He looked at the dozen or so warlords and said:
Don't you know my strength?
"He--"
He pointed in Colin's direction:
"He was just a mere lord this morning, how could he possibly have the strength to rival me?"
"It must be a sneak attack, poisoning!"
Grant's gaze swept over everyone; he desperately wanted to say that someone had put something like sleeping pills in the food.
The problem is that, firstly, there's only one fish head on the entire round table; secondly, it's not edible; and thirdly, the skeletons don't need to eat.
You can't exactly say someone poisoned your Psionic Energy, causing you to have diarrhea, can you?
Saying such things only makes the atmosphere more awkward and serves no other purpose.
But Grant knew he must have been betrayed.
If it wasn't drugging, what else could it be?
In an instant, his gaze locked onto the waiter standing behind his empty chair, who was looking at him with a smile, like an old nobleman enjoying a farce.
It's him!
Grant pointed to [ The Chosen of the Four Gods ]:
"It was him! He ambushed me and Drain my power when I wasn't paying attention!"
"He is Wens ' apostle, a vampire lurking among the mercenaries!"
[ Ginseng Rooster ] and [ The Chosen of the Four Gods ]—unexpectedly, Grant, that mad dog, actually bit the bullseye.
But what good is being right?
If everyone thinks you're wrong, then you're wrong.
Besides, where is the evidence?
The two were prepared for similar situations. Not to mention that after activating the [ Chosen of the Four Gods ] skill, he always stood in a clever position that could only absorb the life of Grant alone. He didn't even have the iconic vampire feature of red eyes, or rather, he could manually choose not to have it.
The [ Chosen of the Four Gods ] build, with its primary focus on Psionic Energy and secondary focus on animal attributes, grants the user strong Domination over their body, allowing them to permanently change the color of their eyes simply by blinking.
Upon hearing Grant's accusation, the warlords, though initially skeptical, all turned to look at the [ Chosen of the Four Gods ].
The Soul Returner to its restorative state, under the watchful eyes of the crowd, remained completely unfazed, instead seeing it as a perfect opportunity to demonstrate its Kong Lao'er's blessing.
Then, without any haste, the waiter pulled out a small knife, showed the blade to everyone, and then, like a cunning Tianjin thug, gouged out both of his eyes in front of them, handing one to each of the two military governors on either side. He then announced loudly:
"Since I am blind, I would like to ask everyone to pass this around and inform Grant what color my eyes are."
Although the warlords were seasoned veterans, they hadn't actually taken any training courses on Kuaishou before the internet cleanup campaign. Upon seeing such a ruthless move, they couldn't help but double-tap, and some even had the intention of recruiting it to their ranks and sending it more gifts.
The two eyeballs were passed around for inspection. The warlords were not red-green colorblind, and they could easily distinguish between dark green and blood red.
Moreover, the eyes of the [ Chosen of the Four Gods ] are very clear, without the black lines and gray turbidity of the Blood Corpse.
Isn't that enough to prove he's a human mercenary?
Seeing everyone shaking their heads, and even catching a glimpse of the color of those eyes himself, Grant panicked.
"Wait, he can fake it, he can fake it!"
Don't be fooled by him!
"Enough!"
A warlord suddenly roared in a low voice:
" Grant, this farce needs to end!"
The other person, barely suppressing their anger, said:
"You say you've become weak, but why didn't you say you were weak when you ambushed Balovi?"
"You say you were ambushed, but didn't Balovi also fall victim to an ambush?"
The third warlord also spoke up at the opportune moment:
" Grant, if you're really feeling uncomfortable, you should bring it up before the duel begins or after you win. You shouldn't use it as an excuse when you're about to lose."
"So accept your fate. I will remember you as... a valiant warlord."
The fourth warlord also nodded slightly:
"I have nothing more to say, Grant. In my opinion, you're not even as courageous as this human waiter; at least he dared to prove his innocence."
As it turns out, the number of opportunists among the warlords was far greater than Grant had imagined, and they were indeed very adept at swaying with the wind.
If he had been able to kill Colin in one fell swoop earlier, he would surely have been elected acting senator with a unanimous vote by now.
But because the most crucial step was not taken, it is only natural that they suffered a backlash at this point.
Seeing the growing disdain in the eyes of the crowd, and their apparent tendency to side with Colin, Grant, in desperation, raised his broken sword:
"This is the Holy Remains of Lord [ Divine Wings ], he personally handed it to me!"
"To obey me is to obey Lord [ Divine Wings ]."
As Psionic Energy was infused into it, the broken crystal sword also began to shine, the very radiance that once belonged to [ Divine Wings ].
Upon witnessing this scene, all the military governors fell silent.
It felt like a loyal subject encountering a traitor. He knew the other was no good, but the traitor possessed an unforgeable imperial edict, and whatever he said was written...
Having no evidence to refute it, they had no choice but to accept it reluctantly.
However, just as everyone fell silent, an even more dazzling and intense light emerged from behind Grant, accompanied by a question:
"You said that was a token personally handed over by Lord [ Divine Wings ]..."
"What about mine?"
The warm, almost scorching light shone on Grant's back, but it couldn't absorb a single drop of it from his chilled body.
Grant turned his head in surprise and doubt, and all the overseers looked at Colin as well.
As Colin channeled his Psionic Energy, he slowly untied the vines binding the sword.
The vines hung down, radiating light.
The warlords wished they could pull out their sunglasses and put them on right then and there.
Without a doubt, the weapon's intense light indicates that it is one of the two divine artifacts used by Lord [ Divine Wings ] this afternoon.
As for the little light bulb in Grant's hand...
It can barely be considered a sword.
"... What? How could this be? How did it end up with you?"
Grant knew that this kind of thing couldn't be disproven, but deep down he still didn't want to accept it.
Or perhaps he actually accepted it in his heart, but just couldn't accept it verbally:
"This is impossible! This is fake!"
The plan, which was originally flawless, ultimately fell short in its most proficient area: brute force.
"No!"
Grant roared meaninglessly, while Colin solemnly declared, sword in hand:
"I respectfully invite [ Divine Wings ] and [ Whale Tail ] to bear witness here!"
"If I am elected as acting member of parliament, I will spare no effort to bring all my compatriots back to the Skeleton Alliance and back to Sand Capital!"