Revealing the truth

When the clatter of horse hooves stopped, the surroundings became silent.

The existence of the half-bone, half-horse figure is like a gust of wind, leaving silence wherever it passes, and turning the rocks under its feet into dust. Death follows like a shadow, and destruction opens its way.

In one eye socket there was a blazing flame, while in the other was a multi-faceted godhead that was as dark and silent as the night.

He turned his head and stared in the direction of the peeper. The hounds were howling, and the power of death rushed towards the peeper through the connection. In an instant, all the flowers and plants around Gloria withered, and the rocks were stripped of their eternal life and turned into dull dust. Only the area covered by the lantern remained the same as before.

The black-robed puppet screamed and rushed towards the other party with strong malice. Gloria's expression changed slightly, and the light of the lantern merged with the breath of the black-robed puppet. Half good, half evil. The two forces gathered together to form a dazzling star.

As soon as it appeared, the other party's expression changed slightly.

【So...it's you...】

A vague meaning flashed by, and the fragile connection finally couldn't bear the collision of power between the two people and was completely severed.

The Skeleton King stared towards the east, as if he was thinking about something. But in the end, he chose to move forward.

The black mist above his head was boiling. It was the Monster Lord's call to all the black mist creatures. The Skeleton Lord ignored it. He was so annoyed that he raised his hand and drew a line in the air.

The power of death obscured his aura. This was also what the Monster Lord hated most about him. After all, no leader liked a lone wolf running out every day. If he hadn't been so capable, he would have been killed long ago. Relying on the other party's reluctance to kill him, the Skeleton Lord often hovered on the edge of death, and this time was no exception. But compared to all the previous things, after this incident was discovered, he would probably step into complete death.

This thought flashed through his mind, and he continued to move forward without affecting the clattering of horse hooves. Not long after, the Skeleton Lord arrived at his destination. As soon as he stopped, a black door suddenly opened in the air. The obsidian door was in tatters.

The portal's current appearance was different from its previous arrogance, as if both of them were covered in wounds. The Skeleton Lord looked at it and felt that it was weaker than the last time he saw it. He used a breath to temporarily protect the other party, and the portal finally breathed a sigh of relief and spoke first.

"You're late."

"Sorry, something happened."

The Skeleton Lord answered. Unexpectedly, his voice was gender-neutral. He said, "Your situation looks bad. Wise One is not going to take action?"

"......"

The portal avoided the topic. It said, "I received your message. This is difficult to do."

The Skeleton Lord answered without hesitation: "No matter how difficult it is, we must try. We cannot let it fall into his hands. Divine Evil is currently the best way to punish Black Mist. We must not let him get the dagger."

"I will try, and if I really can't escape, I will entrust this thing to someone else to take care of it."

At this point, the portal hesitated: "The thing you gave me last time has some effect. Those mutants have my breath after passing through the door, which confuses their perception. I am very grateful for your help. If, I mean if. If I didn't let him get the things inside the door, can you help me?"

"Please go ahead."

"I know you hold the power of destruction. If you find the opportunity, can you kill someone?"

Speaking of that human, the voice of the portal actually trembled. This was completely unimaginable before. Pollutants cannot leave humans, so they are more hostile to them after they gain consciousness. Generally speaking, out-of-control pollutants will look down on humans to some extent, not to mention fear.

But the portal feels that this person cannot be described with this word at all, he is a complete monster.

Let's go back to that nightmare day.

The Monster Lord has always been like a nightmare legend in the black mist. Few people have ever seen him in person, let alone been targeted by him. But as the backbone of the out-of-control pollution, the portal knows that the "Wise Man" is one of the few who will be targeted.

Because they hold the ultimate object, the Pollutants will listen to the words of the Wise rather than the Monster Lord, and this alone is enough to sentence them to death.

Fortunately, the Monster Lord rarely took action himself. In addition, the [Sage] concealed his existence in various ways and never involved the Monster Lord's decision-making, so the two sides got along quite well.

On the other hand, despite knowing that the Black Mist followers definitely have an agenda, the craftsman still chose to form an alliance with them. Both sides can get what they want, and it all depends on who can finally reveal the trump card and eat the other. The [Wise], the Gravekeeper, and Aibo are all very confident about this.

During this period, the power of the craftsmen has made great progress. On the one hand, they spread a large amount of pollutants into the human territory through the Black Mist believers, and achieved outstanding benefits in various aspects; on the other hand, the Black Mist believers provided a large amount of experimental data and materials, allowing the craftsmen to make many breakthroughs one after another.

Of course, for the [Sage], the most important thing is that the final thing combined with Aibo's ability gave birth to a brand new pollutant. Even the portal has never seen each other, and it was sent to do a secret mission as soon as it was born.

Everything was going smoothly until recently, when the Monster Lord returned from outside the world.

Some beings only need a name to make people tremble, and the Monster Lord is such a being. It may be a little funny to say. Except for the few times when it invaded human territory and the inexplicable hunt before, the Monster Lord has never shown its strength. When the life in the black mist was born, they already knew the name of the Monster Lord.

Fear, like love and hate, is the most basic instinct of living things, and out-of-control pollutants are no exception. But in their hearts, the final thing is always the first.

But when He personally took action, the black mist poured down. It is difficult to describe the shock brought by this scene: the earth was shaking, and the thick black mist was surging like glue. Any creature - monsters, plants, and even an ordinary stone would be activated under this powerful pollution and become an army that obeyed the opponent's orders. And this is just the first step.

The translucent master slowly descended into the dead land, and the corrupted death energy of the touch only caused a few human faces on its thousands of tentacles to dissipate, while more souls were still scrambling to fill in. The invisible sound rolled in like thunder and tides, shaking the hearts of every listener. Then, this SSS-level monster stretched out its tentacles and forcibly "opened" a gap between the main world and the demiplane. The chaotic space storm directly broke off all the tentacles that stretched in. But don't worry, Mica still has thousands of limbs.

Finally, one tentacle, protected by the other limbs, broke through the siege and found the location of the demiplane. The rest of the tentacles quickly followed and firmly built a passage.

The Lord of Monsters stood up and walked into the place on the long bridge with wailing human faces. Under His gaze, so many pollutants were powerless to fight back, and humans knelt before Him and then turned into monsters.

"I underestimated you. I didn't expect you to have so many things hidden."

With just this one sentence, countless monsters were born.

The Lord of Monsters' gaze passed over the entire city, penetrated the space barrier, and fell on the trembling portal body. Then it fell on the mechanical sun above the city. Every time he saw something, he would laugh softly.

The master of the city would not allow him to do whatever he wants. The mechanical ring slowly rotated, and the sphere in the center flashed with light, shooting directly at the Monster Lord. This attack was like using the molten sun as a cannonball, directly destroying the bridge that Mica had worked so hard to build and the black fog that poured into the demiplane. Between these things, a vague shadow quietly appeared and confronted the Monster Lord head-on.

For the first time, Aibo stopped smiling and looked at the Monster Lord solemnly. According to his plan, the Monster Lord should not be here at this time. It took him nearly two years to prepare to leave the main world. How could he come back in such a short time?

...unless He has already got what He wants.

Thinking of this, Aibo felt even worse. The gravekeeper felt the same as him.

They could all hear each other's whispers clearly. The king was giving orders to all his subordinates to capture a certain being.

The gravekeeper sighed and said, "I'll go and stop those monsters. I'll leave the rest to you."

"Okay, teacher."

Ai Bo nodded and disappeared quietly.

......

The portal itself is very clear about its position. It has never been a contaminant that is good at fighting, but is more used for assistance. When it comes to escaping, it is invincible. As for fighting, it can only bully the lowest level.

Therefore, it had a hard time in this attack. As more and more monsters attacked, the portal itself had to choose to escape into the world of the portal. And those monsters seemed to be instructed by someone, and when it didn't come out, they wantonly destroyed the buildings in the city, damaged the data, and killed the researchers. Forcing the portal itself to rescue people.

When the portal entity saw the half-human, half-insect figure, its heart sank deeply.

In this city, there are only two beings who can rival each other. One is the wise man, and the other is Lilith, the supreme commander.

As for it——when the other party appeared, the portal itself wanted to escape without hesitation. But Ai Bo did not make a move, but threw something to it and said in a light tone: "Run away."

The small wooden box is wrapped with a silver chain, and its style is completely different from ordinary sealed boxes. The intricate patterns and materials alone show how much effort went into its creation. Once the box is opened, the polygons inside will prove their worth. Although it is stained by the dark light, no one can deny its beauty and power.

That is a Godhead.

The divinity of the goddess of nature.

The portal was confused and stared at Ai Bo: "Why are you helping me?"

The other party shrugged and said, "You seem to have misunderstood one thing. He is indeed very powerful and can destroy me with a snap of his fingers. But that is not why I choose to follow him. I only care about two things."

"I don't pursue anything. The people, things, and objects in this world are all boring. But the teacher showed me that there are people who can burn their brilliance for their ideals, sacrifice everything for it, hold lofty beliefs, and have no regrets no matter what the outcome is. It's so brilliant and dazzling, I am very moved, very——"

“I want to see the day it breaks.”

It was as if the smile was welded to that face like a mask, bringing an indescribable sense of danger. He did not want to save the portal itself, but only because the craftsman was his predetermined food. Even the Lord of Monsters could not take it away from his mouth.

"Hahaha, hahaha. Why are you looking at me like that? I'm not crazy. I just want to know what the idealist's path is like. Is it to burn to ashes for hope, or to be killed by reality after completing this ideal. When I think about this, I am so curious that I can't stand it. It doesn't matter whether it is "Him", the wise man, the black mist, humans or monsters, who will win, I just want to know the answer to this question."

"Another thing is my younger brother. He has been a little smart since he was a child. When we were young, our stepmother wanted to get rid of us, so she pushed us into a deep cave. When he was almost starving to death, he knew he couldn't beat me and was afraid that I would kill him, so he tried to be smart and said that as long as I could live, he was willing to be eaten by me, hoping that I would have mercy on him. In fact, his calculations were about to flow out of his eyes."

The smile on Aibo's face grew bigger and bigger, as if he mentioned something extremely interesting, and there was a strange and frightening light in his eyes. The portal itself made hair stand on end, just like standing on the edge of an abyss and staring into the darkness, and when you are about to fall in, you realize that this is actually the mouth of a giant monster that devours, and the rocks you are standing on are teeth that chew flesh and blood.

"How pitiful. This little animal can only gain sympathy in this way. He hates me but cannot leave me. He can only curl up and tremble in my palm. The most painful thing is that he cannot give up me. I am his only brother, his enemy, his support and everything. My dear brother always thinks that I treat him as a toy. How can it be possible? I care about him more than anyone else. After all, everything he has belongs to me."

"And you—"

The pair of eyes embedded in the face turned around and stared directly at the pollutants, like a sharp scalpel, slowly dissecting the details.

"I'm not telling you these things just to tell you stories. I want you to know that if you are caught by Him and ruin my original plan, even if you die, I will pull you out of your deepest nightmare and execute you a thousand or ten thousand times with my own hands."

amber garcia.

If there was still hell in this world, he would probably be able to fight against those heartless and cold-blooded demons. If it weren't for his biological brother who let him taste the beauty of controlling life for the first time, it would take him a long time to awaken his natural bloodline.

Plunder and enhancement, extreme selfishness and greed by nature.

He knew nothing before he woke up, but after he woke up, he held the world in his hands. Just like a larva breaking out of a cocoon, he gazed at the blood-stained world with joy. The young man gazed at the shining end of the ideal light with intoxication, and kept all his favorite things in a cage. Even a powerful master could not make him truly choose to surrender, and only his own will could make him sincerely convinced.

He is born with no ability to distinguish between good and evil, and is stubbornly self-centered. Therefore, betraying the Lord of Monsters is as easy as eating and drinking water for him.

It was precisely this calmness that made the portal itself feel horrible. If a person had no fear, what was the difference between him and a demon? The latter would at least abide by the contract, but the mutant in front of him would just treat betrayal as a daily routine.

The pollutant shuddered and quickly agreed. As soon as Aibo let go, it disappeared from the spot.

The half-human, half-insect mutant slowly wiped his fingers clean. Without even turning his head, he said, "I let it go. Remember to cover my tracks and don't let it find out that I did it."

Lilith appeared behind him: "You are really crazy."

"In this world, only crazy people can live a better life. Are normal people really normal? They are just wearing a layer of human skin, but they really think they are human."

The mutant turned around and smiled at her: "You should thank me, at least you are all safe."

Lilith gave him a cold look. After the Black Mist followers entered the demiplane, the craftsmen began to move important things for safety reasons.

After all, pollutants are not as powerful as humans and can be easily targeted. The craftsmen living here are mostly artisans and do not have strong combat power. A large part of the reason why they have been able to survive until now is that they are careful enough.

In the end, it didn't work on the Black Mist followers, but on the Monster Lord. The wise man had mentioned to her more than once whether she should kick all these guys out, because they would never do anything good.

As for the portal...even though that thing is indeed very important, for the sake of the overall situation, we can only abandon the car guard.

The portal itself had to escape, it vaguely knew its fate. But who in this world wants to die?

——The so-called door.

It is the place that communicates the two places.

From reality to fantasy, as long as there is the concept of entry and exit, a door will be formed in the world of doors.

The final object took hundreds of years to give birth to the Portal itself, which severely damaged its vitality and prevented it from improving the quality of other pollutants for more than a hundred years. But its contribution is definitely worth it: since the creation of the craftsman, the Portal has worked hard to become a secret door, transporting a large number of manpower resources. After finding this small world on the verge of destruction, the Portal combined itself with it and stabilized it for hundreds of years until the new mechanical sun was born, still serving as the gatekeeper. In addition, it is the first runaway pollutant to be actively copied. With the support of a large number of copies, the craftsmen were able to use it as bait to establish a branch outside.

Yes, in fact, the group of craftsmen that Hai Shiz and others belong to has a more precise name: [Craftsmen Division].

Since it started to flee, the Wise One has cut off contact. The portal entity does not hate the other party, it knows that this is for the sake of preservation. The longer it can delay, the safer the other party will be. So it used all its strength to sneak around, and accidentally obtained the help of the Skeleton Lord to survive to this day.

It would occasionally think, If that replica was here, the red-haired human would definitely not abandon it. When it was running for its life, it had bumped into the other party. The strong aura of the Godhead could not be ignored at all. The other party possessed not just a fragment, but a whole Godhead. Thinking of this, the portal body actually felt a little jealous.

Or maybe it had no right to laugh at the other party for being tied up by mere humans. Now it was clearly facing the threat of death, but it was like a loyal dog, trying its best to pave the way for the craftsman.

And now, it still says so after making the decision.

"That mutant named Aibo will definitely become a major concern for the craftsmen. If I can keep the things in the door, please kill him."

The Skeleton Lord stared at it: "Is this your last wish?"

Hearing what the other party said, the portal entity could only smile bitterly: "Maybe, since I was born, I have been ready to give everything. To be honest, every pollutant wants to have independent consciousness. But sometimes I also think that it would be nice if I could just be a door forever."

If that were the case, it would probably be much happier now.

A slightly lonely voice floats in the air, and the only response to it is silence.

......

East, in front of the cabin.

The Skeleton Lord walked away in style, leaving behind a group of confused hounds. After the connection was cut off, the hounds hesitated for a while, wanting to turn around and retreat into the darkness, choosing to give up the confrontation with the person in front of them.

"Now that you're here, don't leave."

The black-haired girl took a step forward. These hounds had no physical form, but were more like spliced ​​souls. Didn't this just happen to fall into her hand?

Gloria shook the lantern. She did not do anything special, but the light from the lantern suddenly expanded infinitely, until it enveloped the entire herd of beasts.

As the light penetrated, the restless hounds slowly calmed down. The girl carefully distinguished their composition: half came from the malice of the lost, and the rest was made up of the souls of monsters. The two sides were roughly sewn together, and they would be extremely sensitive to the same source of breath.

These hounds were undoubtedly born to hunt their own kind. Gloria modified them slightly, changed their ownership to herself, and then sent these new hounds out to find redeemed people like young people. Once found, they would bring them back. The girl would judge them.

The hounds growled and followed her command into the shadows. When the smell died down, the young man in the room finally stopped trembling. Gloria looked at him and shook her head slightly.

"You betrayed everyone's trust and chose to live alone. You are haunted by their resentment until your soul dissipates. You are beyond help. I will deal with you later."

After saying this, the black-robed doll swallowed it directly. After doing all this, the girl looked out the window at the dark night.

Now that she has found the cause, it will be much easier. She can deal with the redeemers and hounds who act as the medium. As for investigating what is going on, she has to go to the depths of the black fog. Especially the aura of these doors, their source must come from the portal itself. Obviously, there must be something wrong with the other party.

Thinking of this, Gloria shook her head slightly and walked out of the house with the lantern.

Not long after, several more hounds crouched in front of the girl, growling and blending into the shadows.

......

Time goes on.

After Gloria dealt with the Redeemers and Soul Hounds in the East, the number of missing mutants decreased significantly, and the metal input to the Mechanical City was restored.

After that, Mason used her to clean up the Redeemers and hounds in various areas, fundamentally solving the problem. Combined with the time when the Redeemer appeared, he ordered Guixiang City to conduct an inspection, and with the help of the portal, some traces of its original body were indeed found.

The portal was so angry that even its non-existent nose was about to be crooked, and it decided to take revenge the next time they met. Mason comforted him with Oleus, and then went to check the recent work results of the Mechanical City with the mechanics, and communicated his plan with Ham.

After that, there is also the opportunity to connect with the Dragonborn through Nidhogg, to use Canaan to eavesdrop on the church, and to use Oleus to ask Ron about the future plans of the association...

Although he was busy behind the scenes, the new Duke's house remained closed on the surface. Under Mason's instruction, several major forces on his side watched coldly and did not step forward. The already weak church was very humble in order to seek cooperation. This series of reasons made the Noble Association act more arrogantly, and there was a sign that it would become the most powerful force in the world.

It was at this moment that the opportunity Mason had been waiting for arrived.

The church suffered a setback, but the construction of the school was booming, and more and more nobles hoped that the Mechanical City would go to their territory. However, things did not go as planned, and the Mechanical City announced at this great opportunity that it would reduce the distribution of purification equipment.

Although the nobles had never seen the so-called purification equipment, its effect was very significant. As the school spread, more and more androids went to various places, and the pollution situation began to gradually improve.

Reducing the number at this time would undoubtedly be like putting on the emergency brakes in the middle of a storm. The Nobles Association sent a representative to the Mechanical City in person, hoping that they could produce enough purification equipment as soon as possible.

Ham threw up his hands helplessly: "Even if you say so, it's impossible. The amount of materials is here."

The person in charge of the negotiation was a representative of the Rodney family. He knew exactly what he was going to do this time: "What materials do you need? No matter what the price, the Noble Association will help you."

"I can't promise. Only one person has the core material."

Ham was calm and composed, which made the Aristocratic Association furious. The representative suppressed his bad feeling and asked, "Who are you talking about?"

"Duke Mason Cross, my little apprentice."

The representative could not hear the other party's reminder. He frowned and said calmly: "Mr. Ham, I know that you have a good relationship with Duke Mason, but this is a matter of life and death for mankind. Duke Mason's matter can be discussed later. Do you want to delay the progress of pollution purification for your own selfish reasons?"

This hat is not small, it is just short of pointing at Ham's nose and saying that he has ulterior motives. The latter helplessly threw up his hands: "I am serious. The core materials for making the pollution device have always been provided by Duke Mason. Now he is seriously injured and unconscious, we can't contact him at all, and we can't get the materials."

To prove it, he called the warehouse manager on the spot, and the latter showed him the list.

The representative asked unwillingly, "Is there no other way?"

Ham rolled his eyes. “If there were other ways, why would humans have only just now developed a purification method?”

The man was speechless and could only relay the reason back.

After learning the answer from the Mechanical City, the entire Noble Association suddenly had a headache. They had been working hard to weaken the power of the new Duke, and never thought that there was such a conspiracy behind it. Now that the new Duke is staying indoors, they have to take some practical actions to convince him. And this will affect their relationship with the church.

Ron rolled his eyes and added fuel to the fire: "What a bunch of grandmas, just do it. The current church has no ability to fight us. If there is no God above us, we can just destroy them without saying anything."

A word of advice awakened the dreamer. Yes, we are the boss now! Not taking advantage of the situation is simply a disgrace to the purpose of the noble association!

Everyone agreed with his idea. While keeping the news secret and trying to gain the most benefits from the church, they held a meeting and planned to send someone to greet the Duke who was poisoned in bed.

When Mason heard the news, he had a dream that night in which Canaan descended upon him with poison.

Poison had never had such a light and holy dream. The sky was vast and boundless, with soft clouds floating in it. The sun shone through the clouds, forming golden beams of light that penetrated the sky and earth like divine revelation, illuminating this holy land.

The palaces in the distance were majestic and imposing. They were all made of pure white marble, inlaid with gems and crystals. The richly colored murals were so vivid that Poison felt guilty just sitting in them.

But all of this is no match for the existence at the center of the hall.

Her long silver hair fell to the ground, and her white robe was like the first handful of snow in early winter. The opponent was facing him sideways, with a chessboard in front of him. The slender fingers picked up the chess piece and landed it on the agate chessboard. Everything about him is beautiful, and human aesthetics is incomparably reflected in it, or it itself is the embodiment of holiness and majesty.

Duyao took a deep breath of cool air and knelt on the ground quickly, not daring to look any further, his voice stuttering.

"What do you want?"

Oh my God! He has worked for the church for half his life, and this is the first time he has seen a living God!

He rested his forehead on the ground, and it was a long time before he heard the sound coming from above his head.

“Do you want to be Pope?”

"……ha?"

Du Yao was almost scared to death by this sentence, and he couldn't figure out how the other party figured it out. He was about to refuse, but suddenly a heavy pressure came from his shoulders.

Poison's face suddenly changed, and he changed his words abruptly: "Everything is subject to the will of my Lord. You are the embodiment of everything. It is the honor of my servant to carry out your will."

The other party seemed to laugh softly and stopped bothering him. Duyao only heard the crisp sound of the chess piece falling, followed by the voice of the god.

"That's the thought. Remember to protect Mason Cross. He will be of vital importance."

Poison woke up suddenly and found himself lying on the bed in the bedroom. He wiped his sweat, fortunately it was just a dream, he almost became the Pope. After thinking about it, he was still a little worried. He simply punched the wall next to him.

After being punched for no reason, the confession flew into a rage: [Are you sick?! ]

Hearing the familiar curse, Duyao relaxed even more. To be on the safe side, he asked cautiously, "Did you feel anything was wrong just now?"

If confession were not a church, it would kick the other person's waterlogged head as if it were a ball. But it is just a church, so it can only curse bitterly: "Nothing happened, you are the only one who is sick!"

Duyao punched the wall again, and fell asleep peacefully amidst the endless beautiful words of repentance. He thought that he should not be so diligent these days and pray for the people in the territory every day. Look at how devastated he is, and he can even dream of the Lord of All Things!

The bishop's relaxed mood came to an abrupt end when the believers arrived half a month later. These believers were all firm continuators of humanity, believing that sacrifice was more important than faith in the church. They claimed that they were inspired by God and came to follow the new pope.

In their description, the new god had long silver hair and a robe as white as snow, and he taught them the true will.

The believers recited the divine instructions one by one as if they were treasures. The more Du Yao listened, the more confused he became: Isn't this the doctrine that the lord wrote for him?

[Everyone can have faith, it is only for the sake of continuation, not for the purpose of bluffing on power]

【Humanity needs faith, not church】

Combined with the will of the new god, Poison saw at a glance that what he wanted was not a real church, but a name, a poisonous plot that could put the current church to death and prevent it from ever recovering. He knew that this was a pool of muddy water, and he would definitely be regarded as a target of attack by the church if he entered, but what else could he do? If he didn't agree again, he might be struck by God.

But he was determined that he would not bear this matter alone.

Then, the church bishop Louis Ferlin (the pseudonym that Poison gave himself) claimed to have received divine revelation and established a new church in the southern border.

No longer in control of power, withdrawing from worldly struggles, only accepting the surrender of all those who hope to find peace. Due to the strong support of Duke Mason Cross, the church specially granted him the title of honorary bishop and entrusted him to handle all matters that require external docking.

Once this news came out, it caused an uproar.

Church disputes are extremely brutal. They caused countless bloodbaths in the pre-dark fog era, not to mention the current split!

The new Duke, who stayed at home, once again became the center of a bloody storm. If the church had only wanted him dead before, now they would not let him live past tomorrow.

As a result, the aristocratic associations are under the greatest pressure.

They had to negotiate with Mason while stabilizing the church. As the situation became increasingly tense, another bomb of fire was thrown down.

The Chamber of Commerce of Unscrupulous Merchants acknowledged that Duke Mason Cross enjoyed half of its ownership, and claimed that the church's actions were a provocation to the Chamber of Commerce of Unscrupulous Merchants, and completely launched an opposition!

Afterwards, the chief researcher of the Mechanical City, Master Ham, announced that the Mechanical City would support the new Duke's decision and that the Mechanical City would always be his loyal backer.

The dragonborn declared that Count Mason Cross enjoyed the protection of the young dragons and had assisted the dragonborn in finding the young dragons, making him an ally of the dragonborn community.

The fastest-rising earl in history, the founder of the most advanced territory in the west, the favored one of the world tree, the only provider of the core material of the black mist purifying device, and the key figure of the land of stars...

This does not even include those forces that have not yet made a statement.

The red-haired young man simply sent a text message to the Luo family. The content of the text message had been brewing for several days. It was said that anyone in the Luo family who saw it almost had a myocardial infarction, just to stand up for Mason.

The black-haired girl stroked the hound's head and looked quietly towards the center. The black-robed puppet on its shoulders looked like a real person, as if expecting something.

The mechanic continued to work as usual, and everything was negotiable as long as she didn't talk about the huge amount of firepower machinery she had accumulated.

Bai silently sharpened the knife and picked up the crying mask that he hadn't worn for a long time.

Ricks wrote a letter to the East, silently mobilizing his own information network behind the scenes.

The Faiers had already made preparations to come to the Central Region, and had mobilized all the funds and power networks they could access...

Just seeing the series of information they could find, the people in the Noble Association fell silent. Before this, no one thought that there would be such a powerful force behind the new Duke. Or rather, they did not expect that these forces would actually stand up for him.

They tried to write a letter to him, asking him politely if he was willing to resolve the matter peacefully. The latter replied in a sickly letter, writing in large letters that he was seriously ill in bed after being poisoned and was unable to respond to the association's wish for him to return.

Well, this is just pretending to raise the price!

Everyone in the association took a deep breath. It was obvious to them that the other party was not an obedient kid, but a little fox who was waiting for them to sneak in!