"My dear sister, I didn't expect you to be in this city. It saves me the trouble of looking for you. Once I kill you, I will be the rightful Holy King."
Below the city, Caspond lifted his head and squinted, casting a contemptuous glance at the figures on the city wall. "Those must be people from the Theocracy. Truly meddlesome. I will kill them all together when the time comes."
The Satyr beside him stiffened, his raspy voice carrying a hint of disbelief. "Your Majesty, the 'God's' attack was blocked. Perhaps you should take them more seriously."
The Satyr's fur had completely curled from the earlier high temperatures, and he gave off a foul stench of burnt hair. Within his horizontal pupils, his contempt and disdain for Caspond were carefully concealed.
"Hmph. Even with the help of a 'God', a fool is still a fool. That white-haired man blocked the 'God's' attack without any effort, yet he still doesn't understand the meaning of caution."
"Take them seriously?" Caspond smiled dismissively, completely unconcerned. "No one is a match for a God!"
As he spoke, a black thread invisible to everyone else slipped into Caspond's mind, stirring it wantonly several times.
"Hahahaha!" He suddenly pointed at everyone on the city wall and laughed maniacally. "As long as I wipe you all out and hand the southern part of the Holy Kingdom to the Demi-humans, I can become the Holy King without any worries!"
The moment these words were spoken, the entire battlefield fell silent.
Everyone stared at him in disbelief.
The nobles beside him sighed helplessly and exchanged glances.
"If our interests were not tied to him, who would want to be forced into the same camp as a fool..."
On the city wall, after hearing Caspond's outrageous speech, Calca felt a piercing ringing in her ears. Her legs went weak, and she staggered back several steps, nearly collapsing into Helant's arms.
She hugged Helant's waist tightly, her chest heaving as her fair face flushed and paled in turns. At last, her eyes filled with tears of pure rage. "He, he... is so stupid!"
How could such a stupid person be her brother?
What did he mean, he could rest easy by ceding the southern territory to the Demi-humans?
What about the soldiers bleeding on the front lines? What about all the citizens in the south?
Were they supposed to die for nothing?
Helant patted her back comfortingly and said slowly, "It's alright. We'll settle this and.. him today."
To be fair, all of these ideas were Caspond's own. Helant had merely provided him with noble support and the martial backing of a 'God'...
Quaiesse's mouth twitched as he stared at the 'God' standing opposite them, his eyes full of shock at having his intelligence insulted. "No. If you can command combat power of this level, shouldn't you just head to the battlefield and wipe out the Demi-humans in one fell swoop?
"Then you could have the nobles around you build momentum, stand at the moral and public peak, and use that momentum to pressure your sister into abdication.
"By then, fame, status, power, and profit would all be in your hands, and the country could return to its former prosperity."
At this point, Quaiesse's eyes were filled with deep disdain and mockery. "Fool. He played a winning hand terribly."
Remedios noticed the Holy Queen was fuming, the veins on her forehead throbbing again. She mocked bluntly, "I must have been wrong before. This guy's stupidity is so great it would be hard to even design it on purpose."
Clementine, standing beside her, rarely agreed with the frog in a well. "There aren't many people stupider than you."
Zesshi Zetsumei helped Calca out of Helant San's arms while musing, "We absolutely cannot let Zinedine, who follows 'human supremacy', learn about this person, or he might actually die of anger."
In the sky, the Platinum Dragon Lord could not help but sneer. "Foolish humans. They do not even understand how to use power... However, I do not hate it. In fact, I wish there were more such fools. They are easier to control."
The garrison soldiers were all gnashing their teeth, wishing they could charge down and tear Caspond limb from limb.
Are our lives not lives!
Calca had also recovered by now. She held Helant's warm, large hand with one hand and took a deep breath as she looked down below the city.
Suddenly, her brow furrowed again as she spotted the Satyr beside Caspond. A bad premonition flashed through her mind, and she shouted, "Caspond, did you go to the border?!"
Her words alerted Quaiesse and the others on the wall, causing disbelief to flash through their hearts as well.
Under everyone's gaze, Caspond lifted his chin arrogantly and boasted, "This Holy King personally went to the Five Border Cities and opened the city gates one by one!"
As he spoke, he shoved the Satyr and said smugly, "The Demi-human leader said he is a man of his word. He said that as long as I give him the southern Holy Kingdom, the Demi-humans will honor me as the greatest Holy King."
The Satyr's eye twitched. Looking at the imposing figures on the city wall, he cursed inwardly, You piece of trash. If your damn God loses later, how am I supposed to escape!
"Enough!!!"
Calca's fair face was filled with anger. Holy light condensed around her as she slowly rose into the sky. "Caspond, you will pay for what you have done!"
She gently raised her delicate hand, and the light gathered into a ten-meter-long silver war lance aimed below the city.
In her mind, the Five Border Cities were shrouded in a blood mist, and the faint sounds of wailing and crying seemed to echo in her ears.
She looked into the distance, where it seemed as though the souls of countless citizens were watching her.
"Die!"
The silver lance scorched the air and distorted the surrounding space, making Calca's originally beautiful features resemble those of a Goddess of Vengeance.
"Hmph. How can a mortal fight against a God?" Caspond laughed wildly, and the four faces of the 'God' all broke into predatory, manic grins.
Swoosh!
Calca's brow was tightly furrowed as she hurled the lance with all her might.
Swoosh!
A silver-white streak tore through the air, carving a white rift across the sky.
The ten-meter lance made the distance from the city wall to Caspond seem incredibly short.
Yet despite that short distance, it could not advance even a single inch further.
The 'God's' eerie figure blocked the path between the lance and Caspond, its thin hands catching the weapon with ease.
Even as the holy light scorched them, it held tight as if feeling no pain at all.
It was as though the lance could not inflict even the slightest damage on Him.
Within the clouds, shock flashed through the Platinum Dragon Lord's massive draconic eyes. "This is... High-tier Magic Immunity?!"
Aside from the Dragon Race and Puh-layers, there was actually another race with this ability trait!
Or could it be that this is a Puh-layer?!
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I love how he says Puh-layer lol.
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