Chapter 959

Kynlaer had never been defeated.

Cheng Shi was stunned.

Before Delvor spoke, only he was stunned—but when Delvor shouted that war prayer, Sun Miao was stunned too.

He might not know which of those similar great bows was real, but this familiar voice...

The last shred of shock in Sun Miao’s heart made him whirl to face Cheng Shi beside him, disbelief in his voice: “He’s...”

Cheng Shi nodded, utterly awestruck: “Kynlaer!”

At that moment, the two witnesses to the truth of history finally connected all the clues and understood why so many absurdities had appeared on this battlefield.

What is the Common Law Sect's century-long vision? What new order? No one had ever told them that the new “order” in Kynlaer’s mouth was actually...

【War】!

One of the highest authorities of the Grand Inquisition had turned to 【War】 at this very moment!

No!

He didn’t turn traitor now—he had been a believer of 【War】 all along!

“We were wrong. We were blinded by so-called history. The supplies the Common Law Sect sent into the Tower of Rationality were never meant to achieve Universal Common Law—they likely were meant to ignite the fire of 【War】!”

The Common Law Sect’s budding devotion over these years wasn’t to 【Order】—it was to 【War】!”

Sun Miao’s eyes gleamed as he methodically counted out Kynlaer’s plan on his fingers.

“This is a scorched-earth strategy. I always wondered why Kynlaer relentlessly conscripted soldiers along the border—look now: all those soldiers who admired 【Order】 are going to die in this meteor firestorm!”

He wants to plunge the Grand Inquisition into the abyss once and for all, leaving it no power to rise again!

The Tower of Rationality too—its lands have long been ravaged by war, its nation already riddled with holes. Now, the College of Scholars has finally rallied a front to purge these heretical scholars—but what now?

Not only will the front collapse, but the nation itself will be gone!

Ha! How laughable—the College of Scholars, who for millennia prided themselves on supreme wisdom, have been outmaneuvered like this by a Grand Inquisitor from the Grand Inquisition!

No wonder the histories of the three kingdoms mention nothing of this battle’s truth—ha, who would record such an embarrassing event?

History is the hymn written by the victors, the slander twisted by the ambitious—it is never the truth of one’s own humiliation.

Kynlaer certainly wouldn’t. The moment he killed his own fragment and chose to establish fame under the name Delvor, he ceased to be a believer of 【Order】 and became the first War King, the most devoted follower of 【War】!

As for that ridiculous title of Grand Inquisitor... the Common Law Sect’s mistake—what does it have to do with the War King?

What a masterstroke of stealing heaven and swapping earth, what a brilliant maneuver of alliance and division! It wasn’t Kynlaer who lost—he was the one who outwitted all of us who studied history!”

Sun Miao felt profound awe, recalling everything he knew, gradually weaving the entire story’s threads together, his admiration growing.

“Who says believers of 【War】 lack brains? They understand patience better than anyone.”

If that’s true, then last night’s raid by the War Legion probably wasn’t a raid at all—Kynlaer and his kind... were using the raid as cover to exchange intelligence?”

Ha—we, rushing back and forth, became the clowns.”

“?”

Elements alert!

What did the clowns do to you?

Cheng Shi silently rolled his eyes at Sun Miao.

He was stunned too—but not just by the present, but by the past.

Imagine—if Kynlaer was a believer of 【War】, then who killed the 【Order】 believers beside the Sea of Desire...?

!!??

Even holding the 【Corruption】 vessel couldn’t suppress Cheng Shi’s shock now.

He felt he had uncovered a great secret—one far more terrifying than the split of 【Order】 or the false pretense of 【Chaos】.

If the strife of faith truly cast shadows in the mortal world, then the answer... wasn’t it obvious?

Cheng Shi shuddered. On this dangerous battlefield, he had no time to investigate further. Since he had witnessed the truth of history, he could now leave this battlefield, soon to be crushed into a basin by meteorites.

But before that, one matter remained.

Cheng Shi’s gaze suddenly shifted to where the Grand Inquisition’s central command had been. If that spot had been covered by meteor fire, then where was Xiao Qi, who controlled the battle?

Speak of the devil, and he shall appear.

Xiao Qi wasn’t a fool. After losing over a dozen tamed beasts to meteorites, his sharpness and intellect returned. Though his true body grew more furious, fury on this battlefield drenched in blood and fire became an advantage.

So, to survive and escape the dense rain of meteorites, Xiao Qi sprinted toward the front lines, where impacts were sparse.

At first, he didn’t notice Cheng Shi and Sun Miao, nor did he witness Kynlaer killing himself—he only saw the Grand Inquisitor fall amid the War Soldiers’ formation, and his eyes instantly locked onto the blood-red great bow Kynlaer had thrown on the ground.

The Bow of Dread!

Du Qiyu’s eyes flashed with sudden light.

“You bastard, this bow was in your hands all along—I should’ve killed you long ago. No, I should’ve found all your clones, tamed them into dog slaves, then broken their legs and used their bones to make the bow’s frame!”

Seeing his target now visible, Xiao Qi sneered and turned to retrieve the bow—but at that moment, a short blade shot directly into his path, halting him dead in his tracks.

Du Qiyu’s face flushed with rage as he whirled around—and saw the horse-faced 【Fool】 believer smirking at him from afar, making a throat-slitting gesture. The message was clear: You’re dead.

This finally ignited Du Qiyu’s fury—or rather, the long-suppressed volcano of emotion could no longer be contained.

“You bastard, I spared your life and you dare come back? Perfect—I’ll break your bones to make my bow’s frame!”

“And I’ll crush the bones of that wild dog Xiao Shi too—I’ll make you regret ever smiling at me. Go cry in hell!”

Though Du Qiyu knew it was unwise to abandon the bow and engage the players now, he was consumed by rage, utterly reckless, and charged toward Sun Miao and Cheng Shi like a madman.

Watching this far from clever display, Cheng Shi frowned.

He recognized this Du Qiyu charging at him wasn’t Xiao Qi—just a tamed beast resembling him sevenfold—but the man’s attitude clearly meant to fight to the death.

Perfect—it saves me the trouble of finding him.