There are no absolutes.

At dawn, Motor, who still thought he was in control of the situation, completely lost control of the situation when the sun rose overhead.

News of human trafficking in the Temple of War spread throughout Etaninburg, and spread to the north and south at an unbelievable speed.

Even more important......

Worrying evidence has emerged!

Before he could order the destruction of the 'secret base' not far from Etaninburgh, the 'Silent Night Secret Order' raided it.

The entire base was destroyed, and Motor didn't care.

However, the 'orphans' inside made Motor tremble.

The only time he breathed a sigh of relief was when he was able to navigate with a group of children.

You're a kid, what do you know?

Words like this are enough to make him invincible.

And the person who cares about the children is completely unaware of the inside story, so he doesn't have to worry.

Just as he was exhausted from coping with these things, hard evidence appeared.

In a way he never imagined.

The priests and deacons of the 'dark church' actually admitted it.

"Damn Kabio!"

Standing at the top of the cathedral, Motor overlooks the people gathered in the business district.

With his line of sight, he could clearly see that the people standing on the platform were some of Carbio's closest friends.

In the same way, he can see the anger and confusion of the people around him.

Finished!

It's all over!

A sense of powerlessness pervades Motor's body.

He turned around and leaned his back against the wall, which kept himself from falling to the ground.

He breathed hard.

He wants to calm his thoughts.

He had to think about how he could help his crown through the difficult times in front of him.

But is this possible?

Qin Ran doesn't like to drag mud and water.

Especially in the face of a matter that affects the overall situation, since you have made a move, you should give the thunder a blow and not give the other party any room to turn over.

The superior evil spirit, disguised as a confidant of Kabio, stood on a high platform with a face of repentance.

"I'm sorry, I'm not saying this until now."

"Because I'm too cowardly."

"I'm afraid of Kabio and I'm afraid of Motor."

"The intimidation of the two of them made me like a sheep afraid to resist, but yesterday I saw what a real brave man is!"

Then, the superior evil spirit began to describe the matter of 'Knight Gino'.

From the first time of the city gate to the subsequent events of the 'Mist' church camp, it was told in great detail.

The surrounding people let out a cry of exclamation.

While he became more and more respectful of 'Knight Gino', he also became more and more disgusted with Motor.

Especially when several other of Babyo's henchmen who were affected by the evil spirits of the higher level began to tell other facts about Babyo and Motor, the crowd was outraged.

"Have you ever wondered why there are so many missing people in Etannople?"

"Have you ever wondered why you suddenly lost your job?"

"Have you ever wondered why the items you buy are suddenly getting expensive?"

"It's all Motor's ghost again!"

"He is manipulating everything in Etannoinople in the name of the 'God of War'."

"If you are willing to follow him, you can get a job."

"If you are willing to worship the god of war, you can get cheap goods."

The superior evil spirit began to fan the flames that he was best at.

At the same time, the bottom of my heart moved slightly.

Immediately hidden in the crowd, several of the people it had hinted at shouted loudly.

"We're going to ask for an explanation!"

"We want him to understand!"

……

Several people shouted loudly, and took the lead in the direction of the cathedral.

Someone took the lead, and the angry people rushed towards the Temple of War.

The royal guards watched coldly, without any obstruction.

The private soldiers of the nobility?

They also received orders, but they did not take any action.

As long as no one fishes in troubled waters.

Standing in a three-story building on the side of the road, Valentine looked at the crowd below.

"It's horrible!"

The old-fashioned count sighed.

"The power of man is limitless."

"Especially when they're together."

"Even the gods had to compromise."

Viscount Little said very bluntly.

"You mean?"

Valentine's eyes widened in surprise.

Little nodded.

"If you want to calm the anger of the people......"

"That's the only option."

Little looked in the direction of the cathedral of the Temple of the God of War, a hint of mockery in his eyes.

If the 'God of War' really chooses that path, then the 'God of War Temple' will be finished in the future.

But if you don't choose, you'll be doomed right away.

On the premise that no matter how you choose, the former is more acceptable.

Of course, the best thing is to use force.

If it weren't for 'Lady Calamity' and 'Mist', Little would have done it.

And now?

After the ontology was contained, that person's ordinary projection and clone could not fight against the 'fog' at all.

"What an excellent layout!"

Little sighed silently in his heart.

He remembered what had happened recently, and although there was no definite evidence, he could sense that it was all controlled by an invisible hand.

'The fog'?

Little thought about the name.

But right away, he let himself empty his brain.

It is inevitable that the 'God of War' will step down from the altar.

The rise of the 'fog' is also unstoppable.

He didn't want to be a mortal in it.

Who stood there, and for him, did anything change?

Whoever it is, they need his help.

Little is not worried, he knows that as long as he has everything he has, then he can sit back and relax.

He was more concerned with one thing than that.

"Valentine, do you have any news about what I asked you to inquire about?"

Viscount Little asked.

"Little, you know, it's been too long."

"I'm going to get as many people involved as I can."

Valentine smiled bitterly.

As one of the leaders of the old school, Valentine has considerable influence in Etaninburgh and even in the whole of Etantin, but if he wants to find a nameless person more than ten years ago, he really can't do it.

It can only be a needle in a haystack.

"Really?"

"Then you don't need it."

"Let's pay more attention to the south."

"That's what we should care about."

Little sighed.

He imprinted the smile in his mind deeply in his heart, and said very rationally.

"Understood."

Valentine breathed a sigh of relief and nodded vigorously.

……

"Motor is finished."

In the building not far from Valentine and Little, looking at the crowd gathered, the old Marquis of Wharton gave the same evaluation as Little.

Even, in some ways, more affirmative.

Because, as a royal camp, the old marquis has dealt with the 'God of War Temple' more than once.

He knew too well the style of the 'Temple of War'.

"Isn't Motor a little prepared?"

Chur. Wharton frowned, puzzled.

"Yes, and it's useless."

"He's just a spokesman who has gained power from the gods."

"The will of the 'God of War Temple' will always be the 'God of War'."

Old Wharton had something to say.

Chur. Wharton looked at his father.

She would like more explanations.

For the 'Temple of the God of War', Kuhl. Wharton was curious.

But the elder Wharton didn't say a word more.

Instead, it changed the subject.

"How are you and His Highness Colin?"

Wharton Sr. asked.

"How's that?"

Chur. Wharton looked puzzled.

"Kuhl, you know what I'm talking about."

"In the same way, you know what I want you to do."

Old Wharton said very directly.

"We don't have anything."

"We're just friends."

Chur. Wharton was equally direct, facing her father, and she had no intention of backing down.

She thinks friends are rare.

She doesn't want to make it difficult for her friends because of herself.

"Friends can be lovers."

"At least, it's better than a stranger becoming a lover."

"And ......"

"You're going to have to think about the Whartons!"

The elder Wharton persuaded his daughter in his own way, but such words, for Kuhl Wharton, backfired. Wharton glared and said, "Then why don't you go yourself?" ”

"I wouldn't mind going on my own if I could."

"But I can't."

"So, I, the family, need Kuhl to go."

"Don't forget, His Majesty the Sixth has begun to distance himself from us - lately, His Majesty has become closer to that guy in Monte, and this is when His Majesty tells me what to do again."

Old Wharton took a deep breath and said.

He knew this majesty too well.

Every seemingly unintentional action has a deep meaning.

Not to mention when it comes to heirs.

This alienation is inevitable.

Because, Chur will become the wife of the heir.

Then, he must avoid suspicion.

Of course, this is just a roundabout way.

But if Kuhl had not become the heir's wife, the estrangement at the moment would have meant that the Wharton family would have withdrawn from the center of power in Etaninburgh.

This was something that old Wharton could not tolerate.

He wouldn't allow such a thing to happen.

Therefore, the next moment, the elder Wharton's gaze at Kul Walton became serious.

This time, Kuhl. Wharton flinched.

But he still didn't agree.

Instead, he turned and left the room.

Bang!

The sound of the door slamming is representative of Kuhl. Wharton's counterattack.

But to old Wharton, it was of no use at all.

The old marquis's gaze was completely fixed on the Cathedral of the God of War, or...... A little further afield is the royal castle of Etandine.

……

The crowd rushed to the front of the cathedral.

"Stop!"

"There's a plague here, everyone, stop!"

An aphar knight shouted to stop him.

"Do you think you'll be alive if the plague still exists?"

"It's a plague that even Kabio can infect, do you think you, a little knight, can be spared?"

"Even, will the whole of Etantoinople be spared?"

"Don't listen to him, everyone!"

"The plague has long since been banished by the 'Bishop Simon'."

"They're just stalling for time to destroy the evidence!"

The superior demon immediately shouted.

In such a shout, the crowd that had just stopped swarmed in again.

The knights of the apologetics tried to draw their weapons to block it.

But in the end, it's just a long sword in hand.

None of them are fools.

Once the sword is drawn at this time, the matter really becomes out of control.

Hopefully, Lord Motor will be able to handle it.

When staggering over by the crowd, every knight cathar thinks so.

And Motor did the same!

"Wait a minute, everybody."

The privy bishop had already appeared in front of the cathedral with a word.

He was ready to face the storm.

However, an unexpected scene appeared.

Some of the people who should have stopped, but some of them did.

But the rest of the part rushed to the secret entrances of the 'Dark Hall' and the 'Holy Inquisition'.

The privy bishop furrowed his eyebrows.

There are some things in the 'dark chamber' and 'holy inquisition' that must never be discovered.

He's got people transferred.

Now, it will take time.

It has to be delayed.

"Calm down, everyone!"

Motor said in a deep voice, a glow that did not belong to mortals.

Transcendent powers come into play at all times.

Especially in the face of the general public, it is enough to deter.

Motor was planning to use the void of shock to stall for time.

But what Motor didn't expect was that just as he was shining with the glory of the 'God of War', the henchman who rushed to the front, Kabio, flew upside down in the air as if he had been hit by a truck.

Not to mention the many people who bumped into it, the priest also spurted blood from his mouth.

"You, kill people, so ruthless!"

The other party glared at Motor and said these words.

Then, without waiting for Motor to say anything.

Bang!

With a muffled sound, the priest exploded directly.

The torn body, that is really dead, can not die again.

There was a moment of silence in the crowd.

And then—

"Murdered!"

"The 'Temple of the God of War' has killed people!"

"Run!"

Amid the shouts one after another, the people who had just gathered ran back at a faster speed.

Swarming.

Scattered birds and beasts.

Those who rushed to the secret entrance of the 'dark hall' and 'holy inquisition' also didn't have any thoughts, and ran away with their heads in their hands.

In fact, neither Qin Ran nor the higher-ranking evil spirits had the idea of revealing the 'Dark Hall' and 'Holy Inquisition' in the true sense, because there was no need at all.

As long as the superior evil spirit steps into the 'Temple of the God of War', everything is doomed.

Motor, who was blooming with brilliance, was stunned for a moment, and his face changed abruptly.

Undoubtedly, the privy bishop guessed something.

But he didn't care about it at all.

He turned and looked at the statue of the 'God of War' in the cathedral.

I saw the glorious statue of the 'God of War' dimming at a speed visible to the naked eye.

At the same time, in the southern sky, there was a shallow chant.

Very nice to hear.

Yes, a woman's voice.

Qin Ran was in the camp of the 'Mist' Church, and he looked up to the south.

A smile crossed his narrowed eyes.

Everything went according to his plan.

Qin Ran raised his hand.

The minister immediately walked over.

"Your Highness."

The ministers bowed and saluted.

"Go get Pol, I'd like to meet him."

After speaking, Qin Ran walked towards the tent where hundreds of magic props were placed.

Next, it's time to get started.