Chapter 598 After the Duchy of Destan got the answer it wanted, Anselmo gave the butler a swift and decisive end.
Then, Anselmo gently waved his magic wand, and the roots of the dozens of thick vines that had shot straight into the sky and trapped the Mad Order in place gradually wove together into vine giants.
These vine giants, each three zhang tall, numbered in the hundreds, and pressed down on the frenzied followers.
All those below the fourth rank were either stomped to death or blasted into pieces by the vine giants. As for those at the fifth and fourth ranks, Anselmo ordered the vine giants to leave some behind.
After all, Milo had instructed that some people should be left alive, which would be useful for a "public trial" later.
In less than half an hour, Anselmo dealt with the fanatical followers in the southwest of the Principality of Bekens.
Of the nearly 10,000 followers, Anselmo left only 100 alive, and the sand was stained red with blood, forming a small pool of blood.
Anselmo used his mental power to check everything in the air, and after confirming that nothing was missed, he slowly flew towards the Principality of Bekens with the followers whose bodies were entangled in vines.
When Anselmo returned to the Duchy of Bekens, Milo was already waiting there, with hundreds of unconscious, frenzied cultists at his feet.
Anselmo threw the vine-like silkworm cocoons hanging behind him onto the ground and said.
"We've found the elf's location."
Milo: "Where?"
"..."
“In Renn’s hands, he rescued the elves right under Caspian’s nose.” Anselmo sighed softly, his tone quite helpless.
Milo raised an eyebrow and chuckled, "I don't know why, but I'm not surprised at all by what you said."
"Let's go, let's go to the Duchy of Destan first. I forgot to ask that kid Renn to release the rest of the Magic Association, otherwise I would have to do everything myself."
After saying that, Milo grabbed at the unconscious, crazed cult members on the ground and slowly floated up, following behind him.
Anselmo flew to Milo's side and said, "Milo..."
"Stop!" Milo raised his hand.
“I won’t lobby for you. If you want your elves back, go talk to them yourself.” Milo increased his flying speed, leaving Anselmo behind.
Anselmo, feeling helpless, silently followed behind Milo.
The two traveled north and soon arrived at a city that was slightly smaller than the Duchy of Bekens.
The Principality of Giscard d'Estaing.
The two men flew directly into the city with hundreds of unconscious people.
Upon seeing the faces of Milo and his companion, the guards on the city wall did not stop them at all, but instead immediately sent someone to inform the king.
As they entered the city, Milos and his companion slowed their pace and flew all the way to the gates of the Duchy of Gistain's palace.
King Sheen, who had already learned of Milo and his companion's arrival after being informed by his guards, had been waiting at the palace gates for quite some time.
"Good afternoon, Lord Milo, Lord Anselmo." Shane, accompanied by the Queen and several squads of guards, bowed to Milo and Anselmo.
"Good afternoon, thank you, King." Milo nodded.
Shane was not surprised to see the hundreds of unconscious Mad Cult members behind Milo and his companion, because he had already learned from Rein that the Mad Cult's messenger had died.
With that eighth-tier divine envoy dead, the Mad Cult is no longer a threat.
"Please come in, gentlemen. The celebration banquet will take some time to prepare, so please do us the honor of joining us," Xie En said warmly.
It seems that Shane is very happy that the Mad Cult, a major enemy in the West, has been eliminated.
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