Final Lord

Chapter 304: Attack with troops
“Honorable sir,” his voice was slightly hoarse from tension, yet still retained the rhythm characteristic of nobility, “thank you for your kindness and tolerance. My earlier offense was truly due to my ignorance and failure to recognize your greatness.”

"When he raised his head, his emerald eyes gleamed with awe. "If this sacred territory belongs to you, then I shall take my leave."

I will return with an apology sufficient to buy my life, begging for your forgiveness.

Pietro caught a glimpse of the lifelike cat face engraving on the sword out of the corner of his eye, and a chill ran down his spine. He slowly retreated, maintaining his saluting posture, his gilded boots carefully avoiding every dead branch, afraid of making the slightest sound. Morning light filtered through the trees, falling on his taut face and making the fine beads of sweat appear like crystals.

After a long while, when he could no longer see the other person, he turned around and ran away with all his might.

What utter nonsense about being a Level 4 Transcendent! It's definitely an illusion created by the other side!

It's guaranteed to be an epic item, and it might even be a high-tier epic item, or even a legendary item.

Pietro felt a chill run down his spine. He felt that his limited knowledge was simply insufficient to imagine just how strong his opponent was.

The only thing he was certain of was that if Wei Yi was really in the Sunset Mountains, then he couldn't do anything about it—not only could he not do anything about it, but even the Principality of the Stag might not be able to shut it down.

With such a powerful being standing behind her, let alone betraying her country, even if Wei Yi became a cultist, the Duke of Xionglu would have to consider whether to avoid its sharp edge.

After a long while, Pietro, who had finally escaped the Black Forest, clutched his chest and gasped for breath.

"We must prepare an apology immediately. Then send the message back. Regardless of whether Wei Yi is in the Sunset Mountains or not, the news of a powerful alien race appearing around the kingdom must be reported to King Stag."

……

"As expected of the Cat God, you already possess such strength after only recovering to the fourth level of the Extraordinary Realm. I can't even imagine how heroic you would be if you were back to your full potential!"

Wang Bufu stood beside Xiao Fufu, sparing no praise.

"Meow meow." Little Fufu proudly wagged its tail: "This is nothing to me."

If you want to investigate the Sunset Mountains, send an epic.

Below the epic level, I am invincible; above the epic level, I am one for one.

Little Fufu licked its paws and said, "But then again, is it really okay for you to just let me expose myself like this?"
If you hide me and give me a chance to ambush you, even an epic warrior would be defeated.

“It’s alright,” Wang Bufu explained with a smile. “War is an art. The best strategy is to defeat the enemy through strategy; the next best is to defeat the enemy through diplomacy; the next best is to send troops to strike the enemy; the worst strategy is to attack cities.”

Often, deterring the enemy is more effective than actually defeating them.

Just wait and see. We'll soon see the Bucks' King's reaction. If I'm not mistaken, the next time that kid comes, it won't be to cause us trouble, but to bring us good news.

But before that, I need to cause him a little trouble.

Wang Bufu's icy blue cloak drew a chilling arc in the twilight. As he turned, a flock of black feathers suddenly rose from the shadows. In the afterglow of the setting sun, those raven feathers resembled shattered black jade, swirling and coalescing into a slender human figure. With a soft "thud," Ruth Levine's knee slammed onto the frozen ground, the kneecap striking the ice with a crisp clang.

"Owner!"

The Arakkoa chieftain's voice held a suppressed, volcanic heat, and his black feather-covered cloak fluttered in the cold wind.

His lowered head almost touched the tip of Wang Bufu's boots, and the newly formed dark lines on his neck were faintly visible in the twilight.

Lute stared intently at Wang Bufu, his vertical pupils surging with an almost devout fanaticism.
If their submission in the past was a helpless choice made in a desperate situation, the current Arakkoa are willing to forge the soul of their race into the crown of the unyielding king.

That's how devoted they are!

There are two reasons. One is that they witnessed one spectacular miracle after another with Wang Bufu. The other is that Wang Bufu found all the necessary materials for their advancement to the God of Death, and even developed a method to awaken the magical adaptability of the Arakkoa race! And he, Rutlev, was the first Arakkoa to awaken magical adaptability!

There's another hidden reason that only Root knows.

Wang Bufu is getting closer to the truth about the persecution suffered by his Arakkoa people. He already knows the mastermind behind the downfall of the Lord of Dawn and is secretly investigating them.

As dusk settled, the torchlight cast flickering shadows on Wang Bufu's profile. His slender fingers lightly tapped his cheek, the frost patterns on his cloak shimmering with the movement.

"How are your preparations going?"

Lute Levine's kneeling figure stretched long in the firelight, his raven-feather cloak rustling. "All ready."

The trembling sound rolling in his throat carried the excitement of a predator.

"Every oak tree in Iris Ridge is home to our eyes and ears, and every brick hides our claws."

Lute's obsidian-like fingernails traced a spiderweb-like pattern across the ground as he spoke firmly:
"You now desire Lord Iris's undergarments, and we can hang them before midnight—we can even procure the corset he just scented this morning."

"What would I do with that fat man's underwear?" he chuckled suddenly. "But you guys really need to make a move. Help me prepare a surprise for that little swordsman from the capital."

Wang Bufu handed a letter to Lute and said to him, "Go, find a way to get this letter to him. Make sure the letter reaches him and is read by him, but don't have any contact with him."

Lute paused, immediately understanding Wang Bufu's meaning.

He took the letter, stood up, and pounded his chest. "Master, rest assured, we, the Arakkoa, guarantee to complete the mission! We swear on our lives."

……

Seeing Lute disappear into the bushes, Little Fufu curiously jumped onto Wang Bufu's shoulder and asked:

"What did you write in your letter to him? Can I know?"

“Of course.” Wang Bufu smiled and said, “I wrote about Viscount Hank’s collusion with the Evil Spirit Church from Wei Yi’s perspective.”

There are people from an evil cult in Wangdu, but I don't know who they are. I'm just testing the waters.

After he reads the letter, he will definitely try to report it.

There are three possible scenarios at this point.

First, the search of the capital city for members of the evil cult. Whether conducted covertly or openly, this indicates that the evil cult's infiltration of the capital city is not yet deeply entrenched.

Second, the capital remained silent, making no move. This indicated that the Evil Spirit Church had reached a cooperation agreement with the power core of the Stag Duchy, and even controlled the power core of the Stag Duchy.

Third, he is dead, and the capital makes no move. This is the worst-case scenario.

Wang Bufei sighed.

Little Fufu tilted her head and asked cutely, "Is there anything worse than the Evil Spirit Church controlling the core of power in the Principality of Stag?"

“Yes.” Wang Bufu’s gaze seemed to traverse mountains and rivers, hovering above the Principality of Sirius. “If the third scenario occurs, it means that it’s not just the rulers who are problematic, but that the Principality of Sirius has already become a paradise for cultists. This seemingly prosperous country has become a breeding ground for evil.”

Then we will be facing not just the Principality of the Stag, but the entire Church of Evil Spirits.

(End of this chapter)