Chapter 513 The Ice Witch Understands the Seriousness of the Matter

Cracks appeared in the city wall on the southern border, the tall towers were crumbling, the winding streets were in a mess, the once vibrant buildings and squares had been turned into ruins in the tremors, and the stone pillars in the sand were still collapsing and sinking layer by layer.

Salomon, with his body covered with knife wounds and his black robe stained with blood, was weak but finally reached the city gate with the flame of victory burning in his eyes.

But all this was turned upside down when Loren's figure was clearly seen.

The moonlight faded into shadows.

The shouts echoing in the crowd seemed like they could not escape the entanglement of the dead.

"It's a lie, it's a lie..."

Salomon held his head and almost scratched his scalp.

In the entire city, he could only hear voices calling for Loren.

These sounds were like rumbling thunder, echoing in Salomon's ears, almost confusing his wrinkled brain.

Behind him seemed to be the group of great priests of destruction who had been completely brainwashed into strange creatures under the blood moon.

Has he escaped? He doesn't know.

There are no answers in this darkness.

Salomon was trying to escape from the strange Nanvantina territory in fear. When he reached the city gate and was ready to see the cardinal who was fighting with Somerset, he saw someone he had never expected.

The divine brilliance of the [Original Slate-Wind] and its magic power that shook the world were undoubtedly Loren! At this moment, Salomon only felt the endless fate and the message that could not be delivered.

Salomon didn't dare to think about the guy who had talked to him in the northwest of the city-state. Every analysis in his brain made him shudder.

The thing in the northwest area is undoubtedly very strong, and it has an aura that is no less than that of the Bishop of Destruction.

Maybe Loren obtained some ancient forbidden spell that allowed him to split himself into two and direct and act his own show. On the surface, he is a kind and upright high priest, but secretly, he is the black hand controlling the situation of the entire continent. Both the Kingdom Empire and the Resurrection Church Blood Clan are nothing more than pawns of the high priest!

Salomon looked up and was even more frightened by Loren's genuinely confused look in the distance.

This person had just played a trick on him in the northwest area of ​​the city-state, but now when they met again, he was still able to maintain his flawless acting skills and play the image of a hero and idol in front of the people of the Hutton Kingdom.

It was as if he was not worried at all about the truth and the conspiracy being exposed, and was mocking Salomon, the powerless pawn.

"Salomon..."

When the Marquis of Somerset, who was outside the border of South Wantina, saw Salomon's expression and state, he immediately understood something.

“Tsk…”

The eighth ancestor, the Marquis of Somerset, smacked his lips.

Regardless of whether the mission succeeds or fails, the arrival of the Son of Destruction, Solomon, is the signal to retreat.

The barrier of Nanwantina Territory was restored soon.

With Loren becoming increasingly powerful, saving the Son of Destruction whose magic state was extremely poor would not change anything.

Moreover, for some reason, the Son of Destruction seemed to have suffered a mental breakdown just now and completely lost the will to fight. If I rescue him by force, I will most likely be sold out by the Son of Destruction and lose myself.

Vampires are not afraid of fighting a war of attrition with their opponents, but they are afraid of being tied up by their opponents and dragged out until daytime.

The best option at the moment is to give up the Son of Destruction, use him as bait, and evacuate as soon as possible! Marquis Somerset immediately chose to turn away from the border of South Wantina Territory, and turned into a red comet and rushed straight into the Knox Mountains.

“…”

Loren did not want to fight any longer. It would be best if the enemy was willing to retreat.

then.

Loren could only look back at Solomon, the Son of Destruction.

His eyes looked as if he had no idea what was happening at the moment and could only seek answers from Salomon.

"...Loren!!!"

Realizing that the eighth ancestor, the Marquis of Somerset, had evacuated without hesitation, and that he was the only one left at the city gate, fear and resentment intertwined into bloodshot eyes of Salomon.

Why did Loren appear in the Northern Continent? Why did a new cardinal appear? Why did Loren's actions always resemble those of the new cardinal?

It turns out that all of this is just a stage set up for the birth of a hero!

The general trend of the world can be determined by one black and one white.

But what if the person playing the black and white chess pieces on the board is just one person?

If there is no chaos in the world, Loren will create chaos himself.

The one who put an end to the chaos was still Loren, but what he did was not a fight, but a performance that did not require rehearsal.

Everything Loren did must be for the sake of the world, he devoted himself to the cause, and was upright and selfless.

In fact, he knew exactly how each step happened and how to deal with it!

It was not until this moment that Salomon realized that he was just a small chess piece in Loren's hands.

When you realize your fate, it is already too late.

Previously in the Northwest District, Loren had told him the following words - "But if you challenge me, I promise that you will die miserably in the South Wantina Territory today, and even before you die you will experience the greatest fear that far exceeds what the Bishop of Destruction can give you." Now every word made Salomon's mind tremble.

His fate had already been decided.

All that awaits him is exit.

The more you struggle, the deeper you fall.

"Salomon, I will not kill you. Surrender yourself."

Loren slowly descended from mid-air, looked at Salomon with a tall and upright look and said.

He was certain that the eighth-level enemy had gone far away, and he was unwilling to chase him any further. Going deeper into the Knox Mountains would not only make it difficult to capture the enemy, but it might also result in the loss of the rear.

And if he were to kill the Son of Destruction, it would only anger the Bishop of Destruction.

No young man suitable to defeat the Son of Destruction has appeared yet.

The best outcome is that the Kingdom Army in the rear will imprison the Son of Destruction in prison and hand him over to the United Kingdom Parliament.

"Loren..."

Salomon looked at Loren with tears of fear in his eyes. "Hahahaha, you bunch of fools, the day you discover the truth, you will finally understand what kind of person Loren is!"

As he shouted, the magic power in his body suddenly rose.

Loren seemed to realize something and suddenly rushed towards Salomon.

However, before Loren could stop Salomon, Salomon committed suicide.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

He used his magic to destroy himself as quickly as possible, leaving only blood foam that scattered like rain in the air, passing through Loren's horrified eyes.

"……?"

Loren stared at Salomon's broken body.

I don’t know what Salomon meant, or why the Son of Destruction died so inexplicably.

From the time Salomon appeared until now, there were many things he could not understand.

Before Loren could react.

The non-commissioned officers had already rushed over and put thick cloaks on Loren.

"There's a big temperature difference between day and night, Mr. Loren, please wear more clothes!"

“We won!”

"You can scare off the Son of Destruction with just one look. You are worthy of being Mr. Loren!"

"Mr. Loren, after today's battle, your reputation will skyrocket again!"

The commander and soldiers of the Nanwantina city defense force shouted to Loren excitedly.

Loren stood there in bewilderment.

In fact, he really didn't understand why the Son of Destruction would come to him to give himself away.

After the great victory, morale was high and everyone was focused on lifting up their savior and great hero Loren. Few people noticed the last meaningless words that Salomon said before he died.

…

the next day.

The northernmost port on the southern continent.

The city of Rosam is located on rock pillars and reefs protruding from the bay, with beautiful and amazing scenery.

It takes about ten days to travel from here to the Kingdom of Hutton on the east coast of the central southern continent.

The center of the city is a huge seaport, full of ships and docks. It is also a gathering place for merchants, sailors and adventurers, and it circulates goods and cultures from all over the world.

The city-state's architecture is known for its maritime style, with houses often built in bright colors such as blue and white and wooden trim, with pointed and curved roofs, giving a wavy feel, as if waves are dancing between the buildings.

The upper and lower levels of the city-state are connected by a series of stairs and magic elevators.

The upper floors are mainly residential areas and town hall institutions, offering stunning sea and city views, while the lower floors have a variety of shops, bars and restaurants for residents and tourists to enjoy.

As the waves gently lapped against the harbor's wooden planks, a large passenger ship slowly sailed into the harbor.

After a long time, among the many passengers getting off the ship, a woman with a temperament as pure as ice and snow attracted attention.

Her light blue eyes reflected the sunlight of the port vaguely, and her long silver hair danced in the wind, as soft as snowflakes.

She walked lightly down the ladder and stepped onto the port city of the southern continent.

There was a busy scene all around her, crew members were unloading cargo, vendors were hawking their wares, the sea breeze brought the smell of salt and the call of a distant land, and the wooden planks of the harbor creaked softly under her feet.

She walked to a newsstand and picked up a local newspaper with her slender white fingers. It contained the latest news from the southern continent and strange stories from far away.

After exchanging a few coins, she began to read as she walked, immersing herself in news and stories from the southern continent.

She flipped through the Southland Times.

Until it stopped at a certain page, as if she had found what she expected as expected.

The picture shows a group of people united as one, surrounding a brown-haired man wearing a thick coat, with eyes full of natural gentleness and confusion.

The people's admiration for him needs no words; it is all written in their eyes.

[…After the defeat, the Son of Destruction chose to commit suicide. He was wounded several times before his death. The specific process of his escape from the Southern Wantina Territory is unclear, but his abnormal mental state and the last words he left behind, “When you find out the truth, you will finally understand what kind of person Loren is,” are puzzling. Some people suspect that it was not the Son of Destruction who committed suicide, but Loren who killed him at close range. However, many experts interpret this as the Son of Destruction trying to discredit Loren in the end… The Southern Continent United Times reports for you. ]

"Loren... there really is something wrong with you..."

The Ice Witch clutched the newspaper tightly, her expression full of hostility.

She will definitely investigate the root cause of the chaos, starting with the capital city of Ikerite! (End of this chapter)