Platinum Dragon Lord concealed his form within the white clouds, looking down over everything in Diborne City.
Reflected in his eyes were the figures of Helant, Calca, and Zesshi Zetsumei.
The moment he saw Zesshi, a trace of surprise rose in his heart. This little girl with the black and white hair must be the trump card of the Theocracy mentioned in the intelligence.
Hmph. I never thought the Theocracy would be willing to send her out.
Platinum Dragon Lord hesitated for a moment and began to weigh his options. With her here, can I still kill Helant smoothly if I wanted to?
As the Theocracy's trump card, Zesshi Zetsumei had inherited the gear and relics of the Six Great Gods. She would definitely be hard to handle.
If those two join forces...
Platinum Dragon Lord looked at the three people hugging and cuddling, the corner of his mouth twitching. Speechless, he muttered, "Humans really have all kinds of ways to form alliances. They only met yesterday, and they're already talking about marriage..."
Killing someone who is isolated is on an entirely different level of difficulty from killing someone who has teammates.
What's more... In Platinum Dragon Lord's mind appeared the majestic figure of the Holy Domain God Lord.
Helant is most likely some kind of NPC, and the Holy Domain God Lord behind him is probably a pluh-yer.
I just don't understand why someone that powerful doesn't show himself directly... unless... he has some restriction.
Platinum Dragon Lord's eyes lit up, excitement rising in his heart as a unique Wild Magic began to ripple in his hand.
Maybe I only need to make Helant truly die, and the so-called Holy Domain God Lord will find it very hard, maybe even impossible, to appear in this world.
"Hm, wait, what's that?"
Platinum Dragon Lord noticed a dark mass of troops surrounding Diborne City.
"Your Highness Holy Queen, Caspond has brought an army to attack!"
Not far away, Remedios's shout made Calca hurriedly pull herself from Helant's embrace, her pretty face filled with shock.
Then she clenched her teeth and said bitterly, "He certainly knows how to choose his moment."
She had just been worrying about how to deal with the internal threat, and now the trouble had delivered itself to her doorstep.
"Sir Helant, Miss Zesshi, let's go."
Holy Light power surged within Calca as she strode toward the city wall.
To repel foreign enemies, one must first secure the interior. The best way to deal with internal strife is to wipe it out in one stroke.
Helant followed Calca, putting on a look of shock and confusion.
He was a lazy man. He could not be bothered to hunt down every internal enemy after dealing with the Demi-human Army. Heh~ It was better to let them come to him.
At that moment, a familiar Faith Power entered his perception.
Looks like the gods are going to make an appearance as well.
Helant lifted his head. In his vision, a pitch-black, chaotic humanoid mass of Faith Power was rapidly approaching.
That's... a god?
A defending soldier's legs gave out. When he saw the enormous phantom below the wall, he collapsed onto the ground, trembling uncontrollably.
"A-a god has descended?!"
"Since you know a god is here, hurry and open the gate so we can enter!"
Below the wall, Caspond wore a crown and luxurious silk royal robes, seated upon a chariot.
Beside him sat a group of richly dressed, powdered and perfumed nobles. Most of them were portly, each in their own carriage, smiling as if victory were already in hand.
Behind them, tens of thousands of noble private troops sat atop tall horses, their bodies wrapped in armor. Yet they carried no weapons and instead whispered among themselves, looking nothing like soldiers about to fight.
Some of them chatted while glancing at the strange phantom above Caspond's head.
It was a being that could barely be called humanoid, gaunt and robed in vestments embroidered with religious symbols.
Its long, thin hands were folded over its chest, the left index finger pointing upward toward its head, a head with four faces.
Those four faces were made of earth, water, wind, and fire, corresponding to the four great gods worshipped in the Holy Kingdom.
"People on the wall, listen well. I am the new Holy King recognized by the four great gods. Open the gate and let us in... or you will suffer the gods' wrath!" Caspond straightened his back, striving to look majestic.
"Your Majesty Holy King, will this really work?"
The speaker was not a noble but a Satyr whose horizontal pupils reflected Caspond's arrogant face. His hoarse voice was grating.
"Of course it works. Didn't I open the five border cities just like this?" Caspond's pride swelled as he puffed out his chest. "I stood beneath the wall and shouted, and before long they fearfully opened the gates. Hmph, even with countless Demi-human Army soldiers at my side, it was no exception."
"Indeed, Lord Two-legged Sheep, you probably don't understand how devout the people of the Holy Kingdom are toward their gods." A powdered, obese noble rubbed his hands, layers of fat folding as he smiled.
"Oh? How so?" The Satyr stroked his goatee and looked at the noble with curiosity.
"My lord, you wouldn't know. Whenever we nobles levy money, we only need to invoke the gods, and the commoners not only pay up obediently but also pray in fear that they won't be forsaken by the gods..." The fat noble's gold teeth flashed in a fawning grin.
The Satyr nodded, glanced at the god behind him, and said solemnly, "Your Majesty Holy King, as long as you help us obtain all the southern territory of the Holy Kingdom, we demi-humans will recognize you as Holy King and support your rule. So have them open the gate quickly. I need to report to my chieftain."
"Naturally."
Caspond glanced at the obese noble, disgusted by his fawning.
Yet he needed not only the god's approval but also the support of these nobles.
As for the demi-humans outside... he looked at the bustling figures on the wall, a mad thought rising in his heart.
As long as the throne is mine, what does it matter how much land I cede?
"Are you all deaf? The new Holy King and the god are right here. Open the gate for me!"
Behind him, the four-faced "god" smiled in unison, its thin arms spreading as if lovingly awaiting the believers' conversion.
Many who saw this "god" felt a chill, their hearts filled with disbelief.
This is the four great gods we believe in?
A voice inside them kept insisting: This is a god.
Yet reason told them a god should not be like this.
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