Lowering his head, this abundant will of the god of war looked at the knee of the arrow.

When?

He had no idea when he had been struck by the arrow.

Even more important......

How could the 'fog' know where His weaknesses were?

Doubts and disbelief appeared and froze on the face of this abundant will of the god of war.

When the plague that represents the calamity breaks out, this solidified will of the god of war ...... Fell apart.

Syllable!

It's like glass falling to the ground.

There was a crunch sound, and it was all over the ground.

The long-awaited 'gluttony' opened his mouth and swept the fragments and swallowed them into his stomach.

Lazy looked at his gobbling brother dotingly, yawned subconsciously, and then he began to rub his swollen temples.

Although the roar of the dragon and the tiger created by using 'arrogance' just now obscured the sound of the arrows, the real difficulty was to find the weakness of the strong will of the god of war.

The only thing to be thankful for is that the brother's guess is right.

In the confrontation with the 'Calamity Lady', the God of War has obvious weaknesses against 'disease' and 'plague'.

Or even ...... Rip!

Otherwise, the 'Black Plague' would not have erupted, let alone lasted until the so-called 'Lady of Calamity' appeared.

'Lazy' doesn't know who was the first to discover the flaws of the god of war.

But when the two sides are hostile, it must be right to take advantage of it.

However, even with his brother's speculation, he was exhausted.

"You'll take care of the rest."

'Lazy' said these words to 'Arrogance', and fell straight into a deep sleep, snoring everywhere.

The corners of his mouth curled up, and 'arrogance' grabbed laziness, grabbed the back of 'gluttony''s neck, and disappeared in a flash.

Along with the knights and the sea.

……

Sensing the final changes in his body, Qin Ran slowly opened his eyes.

He picked up the handkerchief on the table and wiped the saliva from the corners of his mouth and palms, which had been stained with gravy and oil, and after he licked it, there was only a little saliva left.

Is it in line with table manners?

Qin Ran's etiquette is: don't waste.

The rest?

Keep it simple.

Qin Ran stood up from the chair and stretched his waist slightly.

"What a good breakfast."

Qin Ran commented.

At this moment, the lightning in the dark clouds near the gates of Etaninburg had dispersed.

The 'God of War' retreated.

Or to be precise, the 'God of War' was shocked.

Just surprised.

It's not scary.

The other party should be more puzzled by the fact that a so-called 'demigod' actually has an ability similar to that of a 'lady of calamity', so will there be a relationship between the two?

Qin Ran was sure that the other party who had been confronting the 'Calamity Lady' had begun to be suspicious.

And that's what he wants.

"Thank you, Gersack."

Qin Ran, who was still spinning in his mind and belonged to Gelsack's memory, couldn't help but say sincerely.

This councilor of the 'Silent Night Secret Society' not only brought him substantial loot, but the other party's memories and plans also had a decisive weight for Qin Ran.

From the other party's memory, what Qin Ran confirmed was not just the powerlessness of the 'God of War' in the 'Black Disaster' in the face of disease and plague.

There's more to come.

For example: those parliamentarians who are tied down in the South.

And also......

The origin of the 'Lady of Calamity'.

"It's more complicated than you think."

"What is your role in being a broker?"

Qin Ran thought silently.

He knew that the other party must have played a key role in this.

It's just that......

He wasn't sure who the other party really was.

However, the selection has narrowed.

After all, 'Mr. Key' is all obvious, isn't it?

……

Huge city.

The sun was shining, and the majestic wind blew over the Liddell Lai Bridge, stirring the tips of the 'brokers' hair.

Dressed like a newcomer's 'broker', standing at the head of the bridge, squinting slightly, feeling the comfort of the wind, the comfort of the sun, and the indescribable silence on the covered face.

He loved the atmosphere.

Otherwise, I wouldn't have chosen this place as a place to meet.

It was only after a few minutes that the 'broker' opened his eyes.

He looked at the river under the bridge, and everything was back to what it should be.

A smile hung down on his face.

The calculation is hidden in the bottom of my heart.

There was a sparkle in his eyes.

After a slight break.

He's back again.

Under the bridge, the river is rushing and rumbling.

'Broker' he turned and looked at the people who walked by.

"It's a systematic cover-up, but it's better not to laugh, because it reminds me of a weasel."

The person who came was dressed like the newcomer of the 'broker', but his aura was like a long sword out of the sheath, not only cold and bright, but also sharp, and in that indifferent tone, there was a hint of hostility.

"Don't worry, I don't mean anything."

"Otherwise......"

"I wouldn't be looking for you so directly."

The 'broker' didn't listen to the other party's opinion, and continued to laugh, and even a smile appeared in his voice.

"Huh, failed?"

The other party sneered.

"Hmm."

The 'broker' graciously admitted.

"As I said, she's unique."

"There was never been a way for anyone to overtake her."

"It's the same now."

"As for the future?"

"It's even more unlikely."

The other party said very firmly, the indifference in his tone gradually disappeared, and his voice became high-pitched and fanatical.

"Yes, yes."

"You're right."

"And what are you going to do?"

The broker asked.

The other party didn't answer, and even didn't speak again, just sneered and left.

The 'broker' did not ask questions, let alone stop the other party.

Just watch each other leave.

It wasn't until the other party's back disappeared that he turned around and continued to look at the river under the bridge.

"It's still so arrogant!"

"It's a pity."

"The next time I see it, I don't know if it will be the same."

"I hope the river doesn't get too cold......"

In his own words, the 'broker' jumped down.

Thump!

The turbulent river tumbled and took away the 'brokers'.

And in the next moment-

Airplanes!

With a sound like a fly flying, the entire Liddelllai Bridge turned to powder.

As soon as the wind blows, the powder drifts away.

The whole bridge is as if it never existed.

All that was left was the belated mechanical enforcer, who roared with rage.

……

The dark clouds were low and depressing, but they were not as compelling as the lightning and thunder.

People looked up at the dark clouds, and many speculations came to their minds.

And at this time—

Burst!

The captain of the elite of the Temple of War vomited blood and fell to the ground.

Not only the captain, but also the warriors of the War God Temple who were praying together around them all collapsed to the ground one by one.

Or, like their captain, spitting blood from their mouths, or bleeding from seven holes, and their breath weakened.

With the body of a mortal and the 'will of God', even if it is trained for a long time, it is impossible to be safe and sound.

This is a qualitative change.

It is impossible for mortals to bear it.

And not all of them are near-immortal and indestructible high-ranking evil spirits.

The old marquis raised his hand and waved.

Suddenly, the surrounding royal guards walked up and began to check the injuries of these elite warriors of the God of War Temple, and one by one, the carriages quickly drove out of the corridor of the city gate.

When all his subordinates had been lifted into the carriage, the captain thanked the old marquis.

"Thank you, Marquis Wharton."

The captain sincerely thanked him.

Maybe the person in front of him is not a sincere believer in the God of War, but what the other party did made the God of War Temple maintain the last bit of face, which is enough to be grateful.

"That's what I'm supposed to do."

The old marquis responded with a smile.

On both sides present, no matter who falls, he will come to the rescue.

This is a decision that has been made a long time ago.

It is also an order of His Majesty.

He knows how to do it.

It's just that......

The Mist is unexpectedly powerful.

The well-informed old marquis could tell that after two temptations just now, he should be in earnest.

But under such a premise, 'Mist' still showed tenacity, and was able to resist such an attack!

"We'll have to tweak our strategy for the 'fog' a little bit."

"Those 'fog' believers who went down the Seventh Ring deserve better treatment."

"And ......"

The old marquis, who was thinking, couldn't help but look at the misty place.

In fact, not only the old marquis, but everyone present looked at the thick mist, including the captain of the Temple of the God of War, who vomited blood and needed help to stand up.

They all want to see the state of the people in the 'fog' church, and they can infer something from it.

And under the expectant gaze of everyone.

The mist slowly drifted away.

When the 'mist' inside was revealed, everyone who was watching here was stunned, especially the captain of the War God Temple.

"Impossible!"

"It can't be!"

Oh, yes!

It's simply impossible!

Everyone who saw the appearance of the people in the 'fog' church at this moment had such a thought rising from the bottom of their hearts.

There were no injuries.

Even, the clothes are as smooth as new.

Even the smile of the bishop 'Simon' did not change.

Gentle, like sunshine.

Look at the people of the God of War Temple who vomited blood and fell to the ground, and made a judgment.

Don't......

'Mist' is stronger than 'God of War'?!

Such thoughts involuntarily appeared in the minds of the onlookers.

Even the old marquis couldn't help but think so.

Soon, though, sanity got the better of me.

"That one has been so restrained by the calamity that he can't deal with the enemy with all his strength!"

"But ......"

"The 'fog' is more worthy of wooing than expected."

After the old marquis quickly concealed the surprise in his heart, he slowly walked over to the superior demon.

"Bishop Simon."

"Please come with me."

"Your Majesty has arranged a place for you and the Lord of New Sika to stay."

The old marquis saluted as he spoke.

And the palm behind his back gestured slightly.

Immediately, the royal escort quietly escorted a group of wounded warriors back to the Temple of War.

Now the situation has been divided.

He got the information he wanted most.

The rest?

Not necessarily.

If you do it again, it's going to be over.

The 'God of War' and 'Mist' are not broken, which is what he and His Majesty are most happy to see.

The upper evil spirit looked at the old fox-like old marquis in front of him, if it weren't for the fact that the boss had his own plan, it would definitely kill the other party directly.

The strength of such a person may not be strong enough, but it cannot be ignored at some critical moments.

After greeting, the escort pressed his steps, looking neat and dignified, and then happened to meet the people of the Temple of the God of War at the city gate, and if it was all a coincidence, it would have committed suicide a hundred times.

"My Lord has told me that there are my brothers and sisters there."

"I deserve to be with them."

The upper evil spirit pointed in the direction of the shantytown in the lower seventh ring and said as gently as possible.

The residual pain was still spreading throughout the body.

Obviously, the will of the god of war is stronger than imagined.

After this time, I must find a boss to take a vacation!

At least three ...... No, an hour!

I'm going to soak up the sun carefree and eat a steak or lamb chop, preferably half like cumin and black pepper, so that at least I can imagine what it would be like when I'm in pain, and I won't be unable to make it up.

"As you wish!"

The old marquis didn't mean to refute at all, he nodded first, and then continued: "There was an unexpected attack last night, everything is being rebuilt, I will try to get supplies, I hope you can be considerate before that." ”

"Those damn evils!"

At the end, the old marquis suddenly cursed in a low voice.

Such a curse does not conform to the identity of the old marquis, and it seems very uncultivated.

But it is enough to explain the anger of the old marquis.

The next moment, the old marquis noticed something wrong with him.

"I'm sorry."

"I can't help but think about what happened last night."

"Those evil creatures are locusts!"

"There is no good, only disaster!"

"It's a good thing the demon hunters reappeared and stopped them, otherwise it would have been worse."

"Thank you, the witchers!"

The old marquis bowed his head apologetically to the superior evil spirit, and exclaimed.

"They are truly admirable."

"In the past, in the present, in the future."

"They've always lived up to their philosophy."

The superior spirit, who knew what the old marquis's words meant, echoed.

It does not voluntarily reveal any information about witchers.

But it won't be clear about the relationship with the witcher.

Because, the witcher is still an empty shell.

An empty shell that seems to be powerful, but in fact it can be broken at the first poke.

It needed to make the witcher look more powerful, so ambiguity became the main one.

Of course, it doesn't take long.

After tonight, everything will change.

The old marquis glanced at the superior demon and was not surprised that he did not get the corresponding information, but he reaffirmed that the witchers had a great relationship with the Misty Church.

With that, it's enough.

As for the witchers who have a lot to do with the 'mist', are they snakes or wolves?

Does it matter?

It doesn't matter anymore!

The snake faction and the wolf faction are all witchers!

are all camps that can help him and His Majesty!

Thinking of this, the old marquis spoke again.

"Tonight, Your Majesty will hold a banquet in the royal palace to welcome the arrival of the new lord of Sika."

"We hope you'll join us."

"Of course, Baron Colin was also invited."

After the old marquis finished speaking, he looked at the superior evil spirit expectantly.

"I'll be there on time."

The superior evil spirit is assured.

The old marquis, who had received a satisfactory answer, smiled, and led his horse again, and walked into the corridor of the city gate side by side with the superior evil spirit, and the convoy from Sika Ling slowly followed.

The surrounding civilians and businessmen watched the team.

His eyes were full of excitement and yearning.

Even the nobles who stood on the city walls had their eyes flashing.

Compared with commoners and merchants, these nobles have more ideas.

Moreover, they don't mind acting.

Therefore, Etaninburgh, which had been noisy all night, was once again lively.

This time it was destined to be different from the night.

There was no killing and no blood donation.

But there are more undercurrents.

And on the horizon in the distance, strange figures from the south appeared one after another.

They glanced at each other and then disappeared into Etandineburg.

A bigger stage than last night was set up.