Chapter 441: Another Kind of Fate

As May arrived, spring was gradually drawing to a close, and the temperature in the Quemubao territory warmed up significantly.

It wasn't just Wheatfield Village that had changed; Quemubao itself had undergone no small transformation.

In particular, the refugee camp outside the castle was visibly much thinner than before.

Because a large number of villages around Wheatfield Village had gradually become inhabited again, many refugees simply settled down in those places.

They never had a specific destination to begin with; they were all just begging along with the migrating crowds, stopping wherever they could, working for whichever master would give them a bite to eat.

If there was work to be done there, that is.

Many people had been dragged into the Green Forest Army while fleeing, or had unfortunately become fodder for mountain bandits and outlaws after being separated from the crowd.

As for Quemubao, although refugees still joined every day, the swarming crowds were no longer visible outside the castle.

These newly arrived refugees mostly came in small groups of three or five, often appearing as family units, with some even driving horse-drawn or ox-drawn carts.

In this day and age, those who still kept livestock were clearly not serfs, let alone the fact that some of them were even wearing relatively decent clothes.

At a sentry post in the south of Quemubao, about twenty horse-drawn carts were moving along a dilapidated dirt road, the dust they kicked up visible from several miles away.

The sentry on duty thought he had seen wrong; he remembered that when Count Theron Gard fled, there hadn't been that many carts in his entourage.

These carts did not belong to any single person; at least eighty families were squeezed into this crowded convoy. They followed the carts on foot, placing their children and luggage on the vehicles, taking turns to rest, their faces etched with the exhaustion of travel and the hardships of the road.

Seeing two cavalrymen approaching, a stir rippled through the crowd; women hugged their children tightly, while the men stood in front.

Seeing that the soldiers on horseback were not wearing the headscarves of bandits, the crowd breathed a slight sigh of relief, but they dared not let their guard down completely.

The Green Headscarves didn't always wear their headscarves on their heads; they would decide whether or not to take them out and wear them depending on the situation.

Much like the pirates on the Vast Ocean.

"Respected Knight, may I ask if this is the territory of Count Theron Gard?" a man who looked strong and sturdy shouted, emboldened.

The cavalryman pulled on his reins, dismounted to signal his friendliness, then walked up to look at this group of weary people and said.

"There is no Count here, only knights who owe allegiance to the Saintess, the Son of God, and the common people... In the name of Saint Xisi, you need to answer my questions honestly: where have you come from?"

"I answer your question honestly in the name of Saint Xisi: we all come from Dusk City."

"Dusk City? You came from the Viceroy?"

A look of surprise appeared on the cavalryman's face. He had seen many refugees, some from the Jingshuitan territory and some from the Shijiunya territory, but this was his first time seeing any from Dusk City.

"That's right," the man standing at the front of the refugee line nodded, his expression complex as he said, "The situation there is getting worse and worse. The Viceroy signs two grain requisition orders a month; at first, it was against the merchants in the market, then it was against the citizens... But I must say, what he is doing is completely illegal! According to the laws of the Kingdom, a Viceroy acting on behalf of the royal power can only requisition grain from the King's direct vassals; we are not nobles!"

"Isn't asking him to requisition grain from Theron Gard making things difficult for him?" the young cavalryman who had trotted over on horseback teased.

"So we had no choice but to run." The man shrugged his shoulders. "He promised that the grain collected would be distributed to us, but anyone with a brain knows that's bullshit. Besides, I heard another Count fled from his own territory to Dusk City; I think they can't hold it anymore! By the time the Campbell Principality's army arrives, it will be too late for everything!"

Clearly, he did not know that the fleeing Count was Theron Gard, the lord of the Quemubao territory.

But even if he had known, it wouldn't have mattered; he hadn't come looking for the Count in the first place, but had heard rumors of the Saintess from refugees coming from the north.

It was said that the River Saintess, who had received the oracle of the Son of God, had reformed the Salvation Army, and many refugees passing through Quemubao had only reached Dusk City thanks to their relief.

The refugee also said that if he hadn't had relatives in Dusk City, he wouldn't have wanted to keep going.

And in fact, the guy who had walked to Dusk City was already starting to regret it; Dusk City, which was rumored to have everything, actually had nothing but people's cold shoulders and the approaching flames of war.

"What is your name?" the cavalryman asked, looking at the man.

The man said cautiously.

"Anthony, a carpenter."

The cavalryman nodded.

"Very well, Mr. Carpenter, Her Highness the Saintess needs your skills. We happen to be restarting Quemubao's timber business recently; I hope you can find a new direction for your life here."

Anthony was stunned for a moment, then asked subconsciously.

"Quemubao's timber business? Are you sure? There's a war going on now; who are you selling to?"

The knight replied without hesitation.

"The dwarves to the south."

The dwarves to the south?

That must be the Hell Dwarves...

But Anthony didn't dare to ask more; besides, he had only heard that the Queyamu Peak area was the territory of the Hell Dwarves, but he had never actually been there to see it.

It had been hundreds of years; perhaps the regime there had changed too?

At this moment, the knight suddenly remembered something and asked.

"By the way, you mentioned the Campbell Principality's army... what does that mean?"

"Don't you know?" Anthony looked at him in confusion. "The Viceroy has requested aid from the Campbell Principality in the name of the King. The Grand Duke's army has already arrived at the Rapids Pass, and if nothing goes wrong, they are currently fighting the army of the 'Fennian' of the Jungle Shadow... People say they will probably fight for a month."

The cavalryman said nothing, just silently noted this intelligence and remounted his horse.

"Thank you for the news. Keep your family and neighbors close to us; it hasn't been peaceful around here lately, and rat-men have appeared in the forest."

"You'd better keep a close eye on your children; those sneaky little things love eating children the most."

The reconstruction of the Quemubao territory was in full swing.

The refugees from Dusk City not only brought the technology and wealth of Dusk City but also brought news from afar to the people living in the Quemubao territory.

The Campbell Principality's army was marching toward Dusk City, and the Green Forest Army had also intensified its offensive against Dusk City.

And the attitude of these two distinct and opposing armies toward the Salvation Army was currently unknown.

Apart from the Quemubao territory controlled by the Salvation Army, there were three other Count territories around Dusk City: the Jingshuitan territory, the Shijiunya territory, and the Huizhaoze territory.

Currently, the capitals of these three Count territories were also under siege by the Green Forest Army, and were teetering on the brink of collapse as the offensive grew more intense.

Both the headquarters of the Green Forest Army and the Viceroy's Mansion had sent envoys to Quemubao.

However, perhaps because they saw each other in the castle, neither group of envoys made overly excessive demands.

On one hand, they promised great benefits to persuade the Salvation Army to stand on their side, and on the other, they retreated to the next best option, hoping that this army with a vague stance would remain neutral, or at least not stand in the opposing camp.

In the lord's hall of Quemubao, a military meeting with a solemn atmosphere was underway.

Facing the map spread out on the round table, Bulennan pointed toward the direction of the Rapids Pass, his expression solemn as he said.

"According to the intelligence brought by the refugees, the Campbell Principality has dispatched an army to us. Based on my understanding of Fennian, that cunning fox won't be captured without a fight; they'll likely be fighting for a while..."

He paused for a moment, casting an incredulous look at Kalian, and then at the officers sitting around the round table.

"Everything is just as Her Highness the Saintess saw in the oracle; the King's lackeys have finally been unable to restrain their claws."

It wasn't just Bulennan.

Including Lei Deng, everyone's face couldn't help but reveal a hint of surprise, and even awe.

This was because just a few weeks ago, the Saintess had already prophesied the threat from the south, and this prophecy had now been fulfilled.

When they first heard that prophecy, many people held a glimmer of luck or doubt in their hearts, feeling that the King wasn't without his own army, and even if there was a rebellion, it wouldn't be the Campbell people's turn to step in.

Seeing pairs of eyes looking at her, Kalian said in a calm voice.

"The oracle said that those soldiers may not necessarily be our enemies; they are actually a group of poor people with nowhere to go."

"That makes things easier, haha," Bulennan laughed heartily upon hearing this, the gloom on his face swept away. "The Count has plenty of land left; at worst, we'll share some with them! As long as they are willing to farm with us!"

Most of Bulennan's subordinates also revealed relaxed expressions; they were farmers before, and although they now carried swords at their waists, they were still more comfortable with pitchforks and flails.

Only the few knights who had previously served the Count had less than optimistic expressions on their faces.

They weren't heartbroken about the Count's land being shared with outsiders, but were worried about a more realistic problem... The Saintess of the Running River was only recognized by the farmers along the Running River and had not gained the recognition of the Campbell people outside the Rapids Pass.

Whether from the perspective of faith or realistic interests, they had no reason to recognize her.

At this moment, the silent Lei Deng suddenly looked at Kalian and said.

"If they consider you a 'heretic' and demand that we hand you over, what should we do?"

Bulennan, who had been grinning a second ago, suddenly widened his eyes, a murderous aura enveloping the entire lord's hall as he slammed the table and stood up.

"They wouldn't dare!"

"I'm just stating a fact; glaring at me won't help. You might as well save your bravery for the Campbell people who are coming here later." Facing Bulennan's murderous gaze, Lei Deng replied calmly.

He knew very well what kind of existence a knight was, because he was one himself.

However, he was actually still holding a glimmer of optimism in his heart; after all, he himself had experienced the process of going from doubt to belief.

He figured that as long as Her Highness the Saintess demonstrated the miracle that happened in the castle that day once more, even the Campbell people would understand the indisputability of the oracle.

If that didn't work—

Then they would just have to fight.

He believed that the divine artifact bestowed upon him by the Son of God was not meant to be kept as a decoration at home, but that he had already seen the day he would use it.

"Please do not argue for my sake."

Looking at the crowd about to fall into an argument, Kalian smoothed the waves in their hearts with a gentle voice and continued.

"Compared to the people living on this land, my personal fate is not worth mentioning. Regardless of what they think of me, whether they praise or curse me, I hope you will continue to uphold the piety in your hearts and keep moving forward... worthy of the swords and the original intentions you hold."

She paused and continued.

"As for the Campbell people... I believe they are also a group of pious people; I will try to persuade them."

She believed it.

Because her deity had once promised her that he would be watching.

Bulennan was silent for a long time, looking at Lei Deng and saying.

"Regardless, we need to reinforce the defenses of Quemubao, so that at least if they suddenly turn their backs on us, we won't be left helpless."

Lei Deng nodded.

"A wise decision."

He did not trust the Campbell people.

If those people had really cared about their neighbors, they should have come long ago...

The news of the beheading of "Jungle Shadow" Fennian spread to the Quemubao territory quickly, and it was shortly after the news of the Campbell Principality's dispatch of troops arrived.

Upon hearing this news, Bulennan was shocked for a long time.

He remembered that the guy was a Platinum-tier powerhouse, skilled in using bows and daggers, and especially adept at fighting in the jungle.

If they were at a sufficient distance, even he might not be that guy's match!

Unlike the astonishment of the "Champion Warrior," Lei Deng was not surprised at all.

Based on his understanding of the Campbell Principality, the ragtag Green Forest Army could not possibly be a match for the Campbell militia.

As for top-tier combat power, that was even more impossible...

"... The Light of Praise is the legend of the Campbell people and the greatest reliance of the Campbell family. That sword is not entirely a sword; it can be a spear, an axe, or even a shield... As long as it is a weapon that the successive Dukes of Campbell have used and has been recorded in the epics, it can be conjured by the Light of Praise."

The castle's training ground.

Facing Bulennan, who was asking for his advice, Lei Deng, who was drilling the soldiers, pondered for a moment and spoke of his understanding of the Campbell family.

"Not only that, the most troublesome part is the descent of the 'Ancestral Soul.' The successor of the Light of Praise can summon the souls of ancestors to return to the mortal world and fight alongside them. It is precisely because of this that the enemies of the Grand Duke of Campbell are often not facing one person, but the successive ancestors of the Campbell family... The successive Demon Kings of the Lei Ming County Labyrinth were never a match for the Campbell family."

Bulennan's face became somewhat ugly, and he said with difficulty.

"But I heard that its holder seems to be a little girl... Perhaps her own strength is not very strong."

Lei Deng sneered.

"Have you forgotten what level you were at a few years ago? Why do you think only you can encounter miracles, and that the God-chosen one favored by God cannot?"

Bulennan fell silent.

Indeed—

Before joining the Green Forest Army, he was just a hunter, not even an adventurer.

He had never deliberately honed his martial arts; he just kept fighting to survive, fighting against the lord's soldiers, fighting against other bandits...

And when he found that he had incredibly survived to the end, his strength had grown to a level that even he himself was surprised by.

There were twelve people like him in the Green Forest Army!

In other words, if even someone like him could become a powerhouse, there was no reason why the person chosen by Saint Xisi would grow slower than him...

The news from the Rapids Pass was like a heavy cloud, pressing down on the newly cleared sky of the Quemubao territory.

Just as the high-level officials of the Salvation Army were feeling heavy-hearted due to the intervention of the Campbell people, a fierce slaughter was underway on Shijiunya, over a hundred kilometers away.

As the capital of the Shijiunya Count territory, Shijiunya Castle, with its dangerous terrain and majestic city walls, had become the western gateway to Dusk City.

And at this very moment, this sturdy fortress standing on the edge of the cliff was teetering on the brink of collapse under the raging onslaught of the Green Forest Army.

The intensity of the war exceeded everyone's imagination.

The rebel army was like an endless swarm of ants, using crude scaling ladders and flesh and blood to charge the towering city walls again and again.

Arrows fell like rain, rolling stones crashed like thunder, and the screams and the clashing of metal wove into a bloody movement!

The castle, stained red with blood, was like a lone boat in a vast ocean, as if it could be crushed by the raging storm at any moment!

Yet in this chilling blood and chaos, there was a figure standing as firm as the peak of Ten Thousand Swords Mountain.

Standing on the broken city wall, Count Solde Weifute was like a battle god bathed in blood; every time his longsword swung, several rebels fell dead on the spot.

"For the King! For glory!"

He roared and slashed, the boiling Dragon God Qi wrapping around the sword blade, the wind-like blade blocking the gaps in the castle!

The sword in his hand was like an insurmountable high wall!

Relying on his Platinum-tier tyrannical strength and peerless sword skills honed through thousands of battles, since the beginning of the fight, he had single-handedly killed over two thousand rebels!

Corpses piled up like hills beside him; his heroism greatly boosted the morale of the defenders and intimidated the hearts of the enemies.

Count Solde plunged his longsword into the chest of a rebel, kicked his corpse off the city wall, wiped the blood from his face, and let out a furious laugh.

"Haha, you rats! As long as I am alive, I will never let the dirty hooves of you rebels step into Dusk City!"

Although the vast majority of the nobles in the Twilight Province had already abandoned their duties, not all nobles were cowards corrupted by wine, sex, and wealth.

The Weifute family had served the King for generations and honed their martial arts for this purpose.

When other nobles were lingering at social banquets and in bed, only the people of the Weifute family lived like ascetic monks!

Of course, it was precisely because of this that his territory was exceptionally poor, to the point that there wasn't even a decent cannon on those towering city walls.

Under his heroic resistance, the besieging rebel army finally began to waver. They looked fearfully at the blood-bathed god of slaughter, and the offensive gradually weakened.

Just as the dawn of victory was in sight, and the Weifute family would soon be able to establish a new legend on this land, a shadow that was almost imperceptible slipped quietly out from behind the pile of corpses beside Solde.

It was a hunched figure, even shorter than a dwarf, to the point that a cloak the size of a bath towel covered his entire body.

Solde sensed danger and turned around almost instinctively, but the fatigue accumulated from continuous fighting still made him a step too slow.

A poisoned dagger stabbed out silently and precisely into the gap of his right leg armor.

"Ah—!"

Solde let out a cry of pain, looked back, his eyes wide.

He saw that the one who had ambushed him was not a human, but a hunched monster wearing a cloak!

Beneath the shadow of the hood, a pair of eyes flickering with a ghostly green light were staring straight at him, and the light flashing on the teeth showed both excitement and fear.

"Despicable villain!"

Count Solde let out a thunderous roar and slashed back with his sword; the boiling energy seemed to distort even space!

The rat-man assassin dodged in a panic, but couldn't dodge in time. Facing the full-force strike of a Platinum-tier knight, he didn't even have time to scream before he was instantly killed!

Looking at the bloody mess on the ground, Solde was about to curse the rats, but his pounding heart suddenly shrank.

A sense of numbness spread from his leg.

He looked down subconsciously, only to see black blood seeping from the gap in the armor pierced by the dagger, accompanied by wisps of black energy.

Feeling his strength draining uncontrollably from his body, Solde's face finally changed, a hint of solemnity flashing in his resolute pupils.

Taking advantage of his momentary hesitation, a sturdy man as big as a giant bear jumped onto the city wall with heavy steps.

Strange mist visible to the naked eye diffused from his nose and mouth, and he carried a huge broken-headed sword with a chain on his shoulder, with flesh and blood of unknown origin hanging on the blade. He was covered in ugly scars, as if he had just come from a torture chamber where he had been sliced a thousand times.

Looking at the teetering Count Solde, the sturdy man let out a cruel, beast-like grin, the broken-headed sword in his hand swinging like the wind.

"Lackey of chaos..." Count Solde leaned on his longsword, trying to steady himself, but the poison had already invaded his internal organs.

Without giving him a chance to catch his breath, and without giving the priests in the rear a chance to find time to cast spells, the sturdy man swung the broken-headed sword in his hand without a word, the chain whistling through the air straight toward the Count's face!

Solde, who had lost sensation in his right leg, raised his longsword to block, but couldn't block that majestic strike at all, and was slashed in two, sword and all!

Blood painted the city walls.

"Lord Count—!"

When Count Solde's body fell with a crash, the shouts of the soldiers on the city wall instantly turned into desperate wails.

Solde's eldest son was furious, picked up his father's longsword and rushed up, but after only two rounds, he was smashed into meat paste by the whistling broken-headed sword.

The bear-like sturdy man grinned, carried the bloody broken-headed sword on his shoulder, and let the scarlet liquid drip onto his body.

"Aka... the Executioner."

Toward the terrified defenders, he spat out his name from his cracked lips, then swung the iron chain in his hand and rejoined the slaughter.

The morale of the defenders plummeted to the bottom.

The scales of victory had already collapsed; the epic that today's blood would write seemed destined to be one of blood and betrayal, not loyalty and tenacity.

Although the remaining seven hundred soldiers and fifty knights were still fighting to the death, they were ultimately outnumbered and drowned by the Green Headscarves surging onto the city wall like a tide.

Shijiunya Castle finally fell.

Green banners fluttered over the blood-colored castle.

Tens of thousands of rebels poured into the castle, venting all their unreleased anger on the survivors.

Including the servants and maids in the castle, including the priests and nuns hiding in the cellar, and those who had hidden in the castle for various reasons.

Aka did not stop his subordinates, and even participated in their games, adding bloody fun to their games.

The only pity was that Solde's two sons had already died in battle, and his wife had taken poison with her young daughter.

Together with the knights who had held out until the last moment in the castle, their souls ascended to the sanctuary of Saint Xisi after death.

Even if necromancy could make them stand up, they would all be empty shells without souls, just a skin of flesh and blood.

After playing enough, Aka hung the corpses on the city wall, letting them watch with their own eyes what their castle had been ruined into.

He had no grudge against the Weifute family.

The reason he did this was purely because he would feel great, and the god behind him would also feel great, and bestow more power upon him.

The "banquet" lasted until noon the next day; Aka figured it was about time, so he ordered his men to kill everyone still alive.

The courtyard of the castle was a river of blood, and the stench of the corpses and the cawing of crows announced the complete extinction of a family with a long history.

From then on, the fame of the "Executioner" would definitely be enough to leave a chapter in the epics of the Kingdom of Lain that would make people talk about it with fear.

The smell of blood had not dissipated even by the third day; Aka ordered his men to clean up the battlefield simply, and then respectfully waited for the real lord to enter.

Those were the three supreme leaders of the Green Forest Army.

They were "Green Headscarf" Kalian, "Longbowman" Lisi, and "Quartermaster" Silas.

As the spiritual leader of the Green Forest Army, Kalian looked at the corpses in the castle courtyard, a flash of unbearable pain in his eyes, but it only flashed for a moment.

Compared to the brothers who died on the city wall and the serfs who were killed by the lords, the price paid by the Weifute family was still too light.

Letting them escape the gallows of justice was really too easy for them.

Unlike Kalian, Lisi, who carried a longbow, just looked at Solde's head expressionlessly and then moved his gaze away.

Only Silas, on that always smiling face, revealed a hint of pleasure that others couldn't perceive, as if he were appreciating it.

"Your Majesty! Aka welcomes your arrival! The gates of Dusk City have been opened to you; I am willing to act as the vanguard and take the Viceroy's Mansion of Dusk City for you!" Aka knelt on one knee respectfully, his honest and loyal face full of solemnity, and said in a muffled voice.

The broken-headed sword stained with blood had already been washed clean by him, shining brightly in the noon sun.

"You did well, Aka..."

Kalian nodded slightly at Aka, first affirming his contribution, but then changed the subject and said.

"However, I am not the King; do not call me Your Majesty. Remember, we are uprising to overthrow the King; if I am called Your Majesty, then what are we?"

Aka said respectfully.

"Okay, Your Majesty."

Kalian: "..."

Looking at the boss who was still planning to say something, Silas smiled and stopped him.

"Aka's brain isn't very bright; don't mind him. Let him call whatever he wants; don't let the brothers' good intentions go cold."

Lisi also wanted to persuade Kalian a few words.

Dusk City was about to be taken, and the brothers were all waiting to divide the titles; you don't want to be King in one sentence, are the guys waiting for the one sitting in the royal capital to confer rewards?

However, just as he was about to speak, a commotion came from the castle gate not far away, interrupting the words that had surged to his lips.

A messenger on horseback galloped over, jumped off the horse's back, rushed straight to the courtyard, and ran to the three leaders, kneeling on one knee.

That messenger was the envoy they had previously sent to Quemubao to scout Bulennan's movements; they didn't expect him to return so quickly.

Kalian instinctively felt something unusual.

Getting a signal from the leader, the messenger quickly reported.

"Lord Kalian! 'Iron Bull' Bulennan... he changed his banner! Now he calls himself the 'Salvation Army,' and he has even enthroned a 'Saintess' named Kalian!"

Taking a breath, the messenger told the situation of this Salvation Army without stopping, including their use of the grain in the castle to relieve the disaster victims, including their distribution of the nobles' land to the refugees, including their promotion of "new doctrines," and so on.

Hearing this, the four Green Forest Army leaders, including Aka, were all stunned, their faces showing different expressions.

Especially Aka, whose honest and loyal face flashed with a hint of greed, as if he had seen a new toy.

"Saintess?"

Kalian raised his eyebrows upon hearing this, as if he had heard something funny, laughed, and said.

"The name is not important; as long as Bulennan is still upholding our creed of robbing the rich to help the poor, it doesn't matter if he calls himself the 'Army of God'... But I don't approve of using the banner of Saint Xisi; the new doctrine cannot change the lies in the Holy Word Book; those priests must be responsible for this famine!"

"I think this Iron Bull is also confused; he feels itchy if he doesn't tie something to his nose."

Lisi snorted coldly, his eyes full of disdain.

He didn't believe in any oracle; if Saint Xisi really existed, the famine wouldn't have happened at all, and they should be living in heaven right now.

However, no matter what, Bulennan did not publicly oppose them, and it was not appropriate for them to fall out with that guy at this juncture of attacking the city.

The general offensive against Dusk City was the top priority at the moment; they must take it before the Campbell people!

"... In any case, as long as Quemubao is not in the hands of the Viceroy, it won't affect the overall situation; Bulennan's problem can be settled later."

Silas remained the same spineless person, smiling and acting as a peacemaker.

"Yes, yes, Bulennan's side is indeed not urgent... I'm even thinking, is there any misunderstanding in this? His parents became undead because the priest didn't care; there should be no one who hates that bunch of god-sticks more than him."

Kalian nodded.

"Then let's follow Lisi's suggestion and wait until Dusk City is taken to decide how to deal with the Iron Bull... I hope he can turn back."

He was a leader who listened to advice.

The arrangement for the Quemubao territory came to an end for the time being, and the four leaders walked side by side into the main hall of the castle, preparing to hold a meeting for the subsequent operations.

Throughout the meeting, only Silas's performance was unusual, seeming somewhat distracted. However, the others didn't think much of it and continued to offer their own strategies; after all, fighting was not the specialty of this "Quartermaster."

He was good at logistics.

No matter what passive situation he was in, he could incredibly raise supplies and send them to the front line of the war.

It could be said that the Green Forest Army could grow to its current scale, and his contribution was no less than Kalian and Lisi.

It was just that he had always been low-key, hiding behind the scenes, and didn't often appear in front of people, so he seemed to have no presence.

Just like at this very moment, no one noticed the wariness behind that kind smile, and a hint of imperceptible ferocity.

'Saintess? Miracle? Could it be that our previous actions of spreading chaos were too excessive, forcing out Saint Xisi's 'God-chosen one'?' Silas pondered secretly, his heart anxious, like a mouse on a hot pot.

The Campbell Principality's dispatch of troops was already in the prophecy of the Great True God Urgos, but Saintess Kalian was an exception.

He didn't understand the full picture of Urgos's plan, but the appearance of this guy would undoubtedly bring hidden dangers to that lord's plan.

Silas's gaze fell unconsciously on Aka, who was about to fall asleep.

Perhaps...

It was time to do something. ===== CHAPTER 442 =====