It's not the protagonist, what does it matter if you are trapped in the Shura field

Chapter 690 That’s it, let’s eat first

The next day, Saya limped out of the tent, clutching her backside, and bumped into Vimir.

"Asshole...Asshole."

Vimir looked at her with a puzzled expression, a question mark appearing above her head.

Huh?
Saya, what... what is this?
The angel ignored her and walked off to the side with an odd, hunched-over gait. Vimiel quickly chased after her.

"Saya, what's wrong?" Erwuzai asked with concern as he walked by. "Do you need any help?"

"That bastard! Last night he suddenly said something like 'I like you so much, Miss Saya,' and then he hugged me tightly, passing on the entire curse to me!"

Huh... Huh!

Vimir stood frozen in place.

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey! ! !
She rushed into Saya's tent almost immediately, but no matter how she searched, she couldn't find the trace she was looking for. She scratched her head in confusion.

How could it not be there...?
She quickly came up with the answer and almost cried out in surprise.

That is to say.

This isn't the first time they've done this!

(The traitor is shocked!)
For the rest of the day, Saya stared intently at Rowe with eyes that looked like she wanted to skin him alive.

Strong and powerful thighs, so strong and powerful.

Instead of kicking him out, they turned him into a plaything in their hands, completely at their mercy.

"Haha, what's this?" During the meal, Anai Ning looked at them and laughed. "Did Luo Wei kick your butt hard yesterday?"

“Shut up!” Saya retorted.

Mena suddenly understood something and slapped her hand with her fist.

"I see. So you prefer kicking other people's butts to being kicked in the butt, right?"

Luo Wei: "..."

What exactly are you seriously analyzing?

Vimir: (Staring—)
Saya, you're a traitor!!

Ayining glanced at them with a complicated expression, and the Mother Goddess's face also showed a hint of embarrassment.

"No matter what, let's eat first..."

……

The United States of Valais, its central city, Rhine City.

Hearing a certain sound, Elita got out of bed, dressed, and went to the hall. In the flickering candlelight of the night, a messenger from the Temple of War stood there.

"A letter from His Holiness the Pope."

Elita accepted it expressionlessly, quickly glanced at it after opening it, her eyes flickered slightly before returning to calm.

She glanced at the messenger, who silently retreated, disappearing into the shadow of a nearby pillar, his presence vanishing as well.

She stood alone in the hall.

She then picked up the letter again and read it once more, her eyes filled with undisguised disgust. She slowly placed it into the candlestick beside her and let it burn out, the flame flickering and casting a shadow behind her.

He stood there for a moment, lost in thought.

Just then, another messenger from the military camp arrived.

"Your Holiness, there is a letter for you."

She hadn't originally intended to accept it, as this way of delivering the letter was rather impolite.

However, the messenger added:
The other party claimed to be the "Saintess of Harp Music."

Elita frowned, then turned back and gestured for the messenger to hand over the letter, quickly reading its contents.

After doing all this, she did not respond to the messenger, but stood there holding the letter, her expression gradually changing from a furrowed brow to a slight relaxation, and finally to disdain.

"Is it valuable...?"

Instead of throwing the letter into the fire, she casually picked it up and went back to her room without saying anything more.

……

The Duchy of Aselant, capital city of Golden Flower City, royal palace.

Gavin, dressed in knight's armor, walked into the hall and saw a slender young woman in a green dress sitting in the chair that was once the Prince of Monton's.

"We have taken over the gray areas of several small countries and neutral mercenary groups in the Red River basin," he reported, bowing slightly. "We have suffered almost no casualties."

“Very good, Lord Knight Gavin,” Nege, who was sitting upright in her chair, adjusted her posture and became more casual. “You are truly the glory of Aselant.”

Gavin glanced at the young man standing to his side.

“What I don’t understand,” he said, looking down, “is that even though the area around the Black Desert is vast, why would we occupy such a poor place where we can’t even afford a full suit of armor?”

Nege played intently with the scepter in her hand.

"You answer this question, Xie Lun."

The young man standing there turned around and said coldly, "There is nothing there, but there is also sand contaminated by the calamity. The power of the Origin Church can turn it into puppets."

Gavin then realized what was happening.

"You plan to... create an army out of sand?!"

“It wasn’t me,” Xie Lun emphasized. “I’ve said before that this is the power of the Church of the Origin of All Things.”

"Yes."

Niejie smiled on her throne. "In other words, we have as many troops as there is sand, understand?"

Gavin then realized the seriousness of the situation; the area of ​​the Black Desert, just the part that was cursed and polluted, was already larger than the Duchy of Aselant.

If all the sand in the desert could be turned into soldiers, they would have an unimaginably powerful army.

But that's impossible—

Xie Lun knew that Nie Jie hadn't told the whole truth. If they could seize the Tree of Life in Senkamanda, they could indeed do it, but right now they didn't have enough power to transform the entire desert.

However, even a small portion of it is enough to make the current army stronger.

As a saintess, she possessed this foundation.

Gavin was still reeling from the shock of the incident, but seeing the calm expressions on the two men's faces, he immediately composed himself.

"I have one more question to ask—"

After he finished speaking, he looked at Xie Lun, who was standing there.

"When Chancellor Randall of the Lionsyard said he received something from Prince Monton, did you know the inside story?"

"know."

Xie Lun did not deny this and looked at him.

"But can you really accept the 'answer'?"

“Don’t keep me in suspense,” Gavin said, looking at him. “I’m not as hard to accept reality as you think. I’ve seen enough illogical things along the way.”

"The truth isn't as complicated as you think. Prince Monton was already on 'our' side when he plotted to frame the former Queen of Giraffes."

"What!?"

Doesn't that mean the Principality of Aselant has been in contact with another world for over twenty years...?

At this moment, Xie Lun closed his eyes in a deep voice.

"You may have misunderstood something. When I say 'standing on the same side,' I don't mean standing on the same side as us, but rather having the same predetermined goal."

"What goal?"

“To turn the chaos of fate into something controllable,” Xie Lun replied, “but I think you probably don’t understand, after all, no matter how much Prince Monton of the Duchy of Aselant struggles, he is nothing more than a clown laughing on the sidelines in the whole process.”

"!!"

“There is a price to pay for the foresight of fate,” Xie Lun said in a deep voice, looking at him. “Thinking that you have control over this consequence means that you have let slip the chancellor of the Lion Garden. Not only will everything you once had become a thing of the past, but the duchy will no longer have its princes. All the wars that have taken place on the continent in recent years will become inevitable, and even the war of the gods twenty years ago could not escape the same fate.”

Gavin didn't know whether he should believe what the man in front of him was saying.

But if he really came from another world, then he would undoubtedly know far more inside information than he does.

“What exactly was that thing Randall took?” Gavin asked, frowning.

"What, didn't you see it with your own eyes in Melendal?" Xie Lun asked curiously and coldly, "and now you're asking me this kind of question?"

You mean...!

The fire in Melendall returned...

Xie Lun didn't explain the issue, but instead glanced at him casually: "In your intelligence, Randall also said during the confrontation, 'This isn't the first time this has happened,' right?"

Gavin took a slow, deep breath.

The vizier once said that Valais and Aselant both wanted to do the same thing to the Lion Park, so he destroyed them.

But what if the fate of this world had ever been altered like that of Melendall…

Why doesn't anyone know?

“That prime minister seems to have an impressive background,” Xie Lun suddenly said, closing his eyes as if talking to himself. “Even I can’t see through his secrets now.”

"..."

The two quickly fell silent, at which point Nege, on the throne, spoke.

"So, you're finally done talking?" She smiled. "My letter should have reached Saintess Xiaoguang by now. Guess how she'll respond this time?"

"I'm afraid it's just as you think," Xie Lun said coldly.

While saying these words.

He and Gavin both thought of the same person.

While the Temple of War was sweeping across several countries north of Lion's Nest and expanding its territory, a distinctive and massive army suddenly emerged from a small valley in the south of Lion's Nest. It was now marching in all directions of Lion's Nest, and responses were being heard from all over the continent.

Although I knew long ago that the Fifth Princess would raise the banner—

However, the speed at which the situation is changing has exceeded the expectations of the entire continent.

Both Randall, the Chancellor of the Lions Park, and Rowe Brooke were extremely dangerous individuals who could defy common sense on their own.

“The situation is indeed not in our hands,” Niejie smiled with her eyes closed, “but that man has helped us this time, and I should thank him properly.”

Gavin: "..."

If it's that guy.

He lowered his gaze and gradually clenched his fist. While he was still here attacking those desert refugees, the other side had already developed to the point of influencing the direction of the entire continent's situation.

It only took less than six months.

“Then our plan is clear.” Nege leaned back in her chair and slowly raised one leg. “With the Temple of War and the Temple of the Yellow Sun behind us, once we achieve our plan, everything else will be easy.”

"Yes."

"Yes…"

They both answered at the same time.

Nege mischievously rubbed the scepter in her hand a couple of times: Hehe, I would love to see you again, Elita.

This battle of gods—

I will definitely win in the end.

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