My dear witch, please turn evil according to the script!

Chapter 299 Betrayer

Three minutes ago.

Upon receiving Russell's message, Roland, who had just fallen asleep, sprang out of bed with a start.

Especially after seeing Russell's suspicions about Clive's identity, Roland immediately shared the information with Cardinal Clark and Suren.

He initially thought it was a trivial matter, assuming that Clive was likely Clark's predecessor, the previous cardinal in charge of managing the relics.

Because his lifespan had come to an end, he stepped down and relinquished his claim against Russell.

Because he didn't want the loss of the sacred relic to be discovered, he kept it a secret, so Clark, his successor, was unaware of the truth.

But if Russell's report is true, then things may not be so simple.

Just as he finished sending the message and was getting dressed to go to Russell's lab to check on things, Flam appeared in front of Roland's room.

"Roland, you shouldn't get involved in this."

"why?"

“I know that ‘Clive,’ or rather, the old folks who are still alive today, apart from Russell who does nothing but experiments all day and is almost completely isolated from the world, should all be familiar with the name Clive, especially after he became involved with the cardinals of the Vatican.”

Fram spoke faster than usual: "In short, he was indeed once a cardinal of the Vatican."

"But four hundred years ago, he had already betrayed the Holy See and joined the Chaos Brotherhood, which was then besieged by the Demon King's army and the human army."

"It was precisely because of his and his cronies' betrayal that the Vatican's position was greatly questioned at that time, and it almost led to a major schism."

"Because of his betrayal, the Chaos Brotherhood, which was almost wiped out by the combined forces led by the First Iron Duke and the Lich King, gained a precious breathing space, which even led to the failure of the first hopeful peace talks between humans and demons."

"That collaboration was originally going very well, and it made the Iron Duke and the Knight King realize that the demons did not simply want to rule the world."

"But Clive's betrayal ruined everything."

"He is now one of the bishops in the Chaos Brotherhood, and you should have heard of his title—Biblishop of Hellfire."

Hearing this, Roland was puzzled: "Then why can't I go? My abilities should be of great help, right?"

Frum shook her head: "He was a magician from four hundred years ago."

"In other words, compared to simple spell attacks, mages like him have a wide range of ways to fight enemies."

"That was an era when humanity did everything in its power to stop the demon army's advance."

"Curses, formations, barriers, seals, traps, or simply hand-to-hand combat... that Hellfire Archbishop is skilled in all methods of fighting."

“He is different from that Bishop of Lust, Slo; he is not the kind of being who almost loses his combat power without his magic.”

"In fact, given your special status, he is likely to focus his attack primarily on you."

"I know you have many trump cards up your sleeve and you won't be afraid of a mere bishop."

"But since it's our trump card, we shouldn't waste it on something meaningless."

“I can already sense the presence of Cardinal Clark and that great sage. Clearly, Clive’s appearance did not escape their notice.”

“But they haven’t made a move yet… I’ll go check it out first, you go protect Leah. Since the Chaos Brothers are showing up, they’re probably after her.”

After saying that, Fram flew out of the window and headed towards Russell's laboratory, where golden light had already begun to shine.

Roland remained noncommittal, immediately put on his coat, and used Blink to arrive at Kalia's room downstairs.

At this moment, the place is filled with shadows, and all light and vitality have been swallowed up by the invisible shadows.

The distorted behemoth formed by the shadow was dragging two pieces of corpses in its hands, which were clearly the upper bodies of two people.

As for their lower bodies, they slowly sank into the shadows, making gurgling sounds, as if they were eating.

After discovering Roland, the Shadow Beast did not attack or even show any hostility.

He nervously tossed the two pieces of corpse he was holding into the shadows at his feet.

It's just like a child caught stealing food.

Roland ignored the somewhat strange scene and simply picked up the items that the two unlucky guys, who seemed to be members of the Chaos Brotherhood, had dropped on the ground.

Hmm, judging from the aura emanating from it, it is indeed a member of the Chaos Brotherhood. The residual magical energy on it emits a strange, foul odor.

At this moment, the shadow beast behind Roland also disappeared, leaving only an eerie shadow that spread throughout the entire corridor.

Roland pushed open the door and entered. Kalia was fast asleep, smacking her lips and muttering something in her sleep, commenting on the taste of the food.

However, given what he had just witnessed, Roland doubted whether it was truly a dream.

The two Chaos Brotherhood members who just died at the door were no stronger than the fifth ring. It's unclear whether they underestimated Kalia's strength or if the Chaos Brotherhood's assessment of Kalia's strength was still based on what it was a month ago.

Or perhaps this is simply a tentative, trial-and-error operation, a shot in the dark?
Roland dared not gamble. Even though Kalia's automatic defense spell seemed reliable, it was better to stay here for a while, just to be on the safe side.

There's no need to worry about Celinina. After unleashing her rune, she can rival a ninth-ring powerhouse for a short period, and she's not entirely helpless even against a half-body of an evil god.

As for Iluvia... she's been living in the office lately, taking turns working shifts with Remilia.

Of course, the reason it's called a shift system is mainly because Lady Blood Demon works diligently, while Iluvia takes her daily rest.

These two are still keeping a similar schedule, and they probably won't be able to relax until the city's reconstruction work and a new batch of residents move in.

But this turned out to be a blessing in disguise, as Iluvia now had a ninth-rank bodyguard by her side all the time.

On the contrary, Kalia's side became the most laxly guarded. Soon, the sounds of fighting came from outside.

Alarms sounded almost instantly within the legion's base, and the magical defense devices on the base building activated immediately, forming a shield that blocked the aftershocks of the battle between several powerful individuals.

Roland stood by the window of Kalia's room, watching the fierce battle unfold outside.

To his disappointment, even though the team he sent was an all-star lineup, Cardinal Clark was clearly not keen on handling the situation, and the Great Sage seemed to be just going through the motions.

The only ones actually fighting were Kefas, Flam, Russell, and the ten paladins with exceptionally high fighting spirit.

However, the last one, the Bishop of Hellfire, who had also lived for a very long time, still managed to maneuver with ease amidst the siege, moving like a mad dragon.

Although it was clear that they were gradually being forced into a disadvantageous position, and all their escape methods were completely sealed off by the Great Sage Erebus and Cardinal Clark using various means.

However, through Roland's current super vision, he could see that the other party remained completely calm, and even occasionally glanced in Roland's direction.

So... they're planning to do something to Kalia?

Roland returned the look without fear.

But at that moment, without Roland's own awareness, a layer of gold floating in green light appeared in his eyes.

The power of the World Tree intertwined in his hands, forming a spear.

Roland grasped the formed spear and then pushed open the window.

He looked at the distant battlefield, gripped his spear tightly, took a step, bent over, twisted his waist, and used his right hand to throw the spear.

Anchoring the spear of destiny.

This is a skill that Roland temporarily received from the World Tree when he faced the avatar of the evil god on the open sea.

The passive effect of this skill is that it always hits; once thrown, it will definitely hit the target the thrower wants to hit.

The effect after a hit is unknown.

Just like the name of this skill, it is simply to anchor the fate of the target.

Roland, however, was clearly not yet at the point where he could glimpse fate.

However, he thought that since humans are born with short lifespans, even a hero as strong as him can only live for a little over two hundred years without external help to prolong his life.

So... those who can exceed this limit, needless to say, are beings who have evaded their own "fate" through various means.

In other words, what will happen once fate returns to normal... or once again is captured by the fate of this world?

Isn't that interesting to think about?

Consider it revenge for those guys continuing to cause trouble for Kalia.

"Whoosh!"

Roland hurled the wooden spear at him.

The spear pierced the air, but no one paid any attention to the spear thrown by a sixth-circle mage.

Even though everyone had already noticed.

But they all ignored it without prior agreement.

Until the spear pierced the chest of the Hellfire Bishop Clive with perfect accuracy, turning him into a wooden sculpture, which then fell to the ground and shattered into pieces.

The sudden change in the enemy finally caught the attention of everyone present.

Kefas was taken aback. He naturally recognized the aura emanating from the spear; there was no doubt that it was an attack thrown by Roland.

Has this young man evolved to this extent?
When I saw him two months ago, wasn't he only at the level of the Fourth or Fifth Ring Road?

Clark remained remarkably calm, merely shaking his head and sighing before calling to the paladins to prepare to return to their inn for rest.

Erebus's eyes lit up, and he walked curiously to the wooden spear stuck in the ground, intending to retrieve it.

Unfortunately, before he could even make a move, the spear automatically shattered into a pile of lifeless, magic-free withered branches, causing Erebus to sigh in regret before turning and leaving.

As for Russell, she went straight to her laboratory after the battle.

Frum shook her head helplessly: "Sigh, it's just another clone."

"I knew this guy wouldn't come in his real body."

Kefas was somewhat surprised: "The clone can already exert this level of combat power?"

“Of course, there are no ordinary clones, but this old man’s technique is very special…” Flam didn’t continue to explain, but just shook her head: “Never mind, let’s go back to sleep. I’ll go check on Roland and Lia’s condition.”

"That kid used such a method, he's probably passed out again by now, right?"

"And I'm also quite curious about what methods this kid used. This time it's not some kind of clone created by magic."

"He was a true ninth-ring level expert, but he was still easily defeated by a single spear throw... I'm worried that this kid won't be able to hold on."

After saying that, Furam hurriedly flew back.

Soon, only Kefas was left on the field.

Seeing Elson rush over after the battle, Kefas looked at the serious legion commander and said, "It's over. Clean up the scene and then send the troops back. You should also come to the meeting tomorrow."

(End of this chapter)