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

Chapter 343 Priest and Priest

The attack seemed to stop when another hurled gray spear broke.

But Roland knew that things would not end so simply.

Perhaps for Elena, the Dark Spear was just a paddle that could be easily replaced once it was lost, but for mortal beings, an absolutely hard divine weapon, even if it had no other use and was useless except for its hardness, was still an unparalleled divine weapon.

Regardless of how they found this thing, just after destroying such a powerful artifact, would these attackers really have given up?
Wouldn't that make me a sucker?

Or perhaps... they were truly terrified by Polycia's snap of the fingers.

But Roland had a feeling that this possibility was not high.

Sure enough, after that furious shout, a black-clad man shrouded in a black robe, whose appearance was somewhat familiar, appeared.

The Chaos Brotherhood.

However, things are different now. Although only two months have passed in theory, Roland no longer needs to rely on landmines, grenades, and various explosive devices to deal with the enemy.

As runic characters swirled around Roland, countless runic spells of various uses were unleashed in an instant.

In an instant, the Thunder Thorns, enhanced by several amplification runes, bound the menacing newcomer tightly.

Although this obviously extraordinary guy broke free from the thorns' restraints in an instant, the brief restraints still allowed the strongest damage dealer present to complete a transformation.

Polycia transformed into a giant bone dragon once again. Although she couldn't compare to Nash's father's mountain-like size, she was still a colossal creature in her current form.

"Roar!!!"

A dragon's roar and a terrifying, dark purple dragon's breath were instantly unleashed, the messenger of death bringing the breath of death.

The dark purple flames of the dragon breath, like a pillar of destructive light, swept away all enemies in its path.

The men in black who had appeared earlier have disappeared.

But they were by no means wiped out.

The moment Polysia unleashed her dragon breath, Roland could feel a terrifying power rising up, definitely at the level of a ninth-ring legendary being.

Moreover... its magical aura contained a nauseating, fishy stench.

Without a doubt, not only their clothing, but even their aura was identical to that of the Chaos Brotherhood's horde of insects.

Meanwhile, Kalia, who had thought of calling for help as soon as the battle began, frowned: "The communication has been interrupted; the signal for help cannot be sent out."

Roland nodded, then took Durandal's hand: "Be careful!"

"The attack is not over yet."

Roland looked around, trying to find the enemy's location, but little did he know that the attacking enemy was already planning to retreat.

High in the sky, the black-clad figure, standing on a few strands of silk connecting the clouds, was hunched over, and the half of his face that was exposed was filled with a sinister look.

"Damn it... just who are these guys?"

"The shadow guard of the Kingdom of Platia? Or the hatter of the Hearst Empire?"

"No...that's not right?"

"That gray-haired young man looks familiar... I feel like I've seen him somewhere before?"

"Ah, the newly crowned Grand Duke of the Hearst Empire. Ha, those intelligence gatherers should all be sent to the High Priest as sacrifices!"

"To be able to use runic magic to this extent, and to still be wielding the holy sword of the former Knight King... and to still have the scent of the Platia royal family flowing in his blood."

"Ha, no wonder the Hearst Empire would make an exception and appoint a sixteen-year-old boy as Grand Duke."

"His achievements are probably secondary; his identity is likely the key..."

"As for that blue-haired witch, doesn't she look so much like the god that those good-for-nothings in the Brotherhood were talking about?"

"Tsk...and that skeletal dragon...just who are these people?"

The sinister man in black looked grim. The thought of his divine weapon, which had been with him for a hundred years, being so easily broken in two filled him with heartache.

For a century, this divine weapon has never suffered the slightest damage. No matter what weapon it clashed with or what kind of attack it endured, this unassuming black spear has never had any problems.

But today, that strange girl, whose magical aura was far inferior to his own and who could switch between bone dragon and human forms, was able to snap the gun in two with a single finger.

This made him somewhat hesitant to act rashly.

Originally, they intended to take advantage of the tendency for demons and humans to go to war, and recently, their intelligence network had also gathered information about the chaotic window of opportunity when the Holy See and the Society were preparing to support the princess in launching the impeachment proceedings of the Council of Kings. They wanted to take advantage of this to release the Lord's grace into some areas with weak defenses, so that the Lord's power could penetrate the world even further.

I never expected that I would be discovered so soon after I found a small, deserted village to conduct the experiment.

Moreover, the battle he had just witnessed made him quite wary of the three people below him, especially the boy named Roland.

This guy, who had long been on the Chaos Brotherhood's kill and bounty list, was also very well-informed about.

Bishop Sloth of Lust and Commander of the Sword Guard Cassius... these two were undoubtedly high-ranking combatants in the Brotherhood, and both died at his hands.

Slo died because his magic spells, which he relied on for survival, were disrupted and rendered ineffective. As a mage, he was unable to use his signature spells and could only fight hand-to-hand, resulting in a very tragic death.

Cassius's death was somewhat hasty.

At least when dealing with Slo, the Empire deployed Flam, a former member of the Hero Squad and a legendary great mage. Most of the magical techniques used by modern humans are based on and improved upon her original designs.

It's not unjust to die at the hands of a powerhouse of this caliber.

After all, even a powerhouse of this level knows that if they cannot deal with Slo's two spells, it will be difficult to capture him.

Unfortunately, he was targeted. The despicable and cunning Imperials prevented him from using those methods, and so he died.

It's a pity. I was originally planning to promote him and give him a chance to join the Amnesty Council.

Although from the outside, the Chaos Brotherhood is the same as the former Absolution Council.

But... how could those foolish human forces possibly understand these things?
Forget it, the person is already dead.

However, Sloan, who was targeted and killed, could simply say that he was targeted and then make up an excuse.

After all, everyone on the continent knows how troublesome this guy is.

Their direct combat strength may not be that great, but if you can't take them down instantly, it will be very difficult to defeat them, and they will eventually find an opportunity to escape.

But Cassius, who was considered a high-ranking member of the Chaos Brotherhood, died rather hastily.

An eighth-ring demon guard and a fifth-ring mage at the time actually managed to kill him by finding an opening with an offensive spatial spell.

Although a classical warrior like Cassius is indeed unable to withstand spatial spells, which ignore most defensive methods.

But if you can't block it, you can dodge it.

After dodging, you can take advantage of the opening when the spell is cast to kill the caster.

But he couldn't even break through the barrier of that eight-ringed demon.

What a shame.

Although he felt that Cassius was shameful, the middle-aged man did not look down on Roland and his party because of it.

Five Rings could kill Cassius with underhanded tactics.

What about Roland, who has already reached the seventh level of transcendence?
To be honest, he no longer felt that the sense of threat he had felt when facing Roland was real.

Although he had only just stepped into the extraordinary realm, the weapon in his hand was extremely powerful.

The Holy Sword Durandal of the Knight King... Although it looks different, it is undoubtedly a true holy sword.

And the greatsword that Roland was holding with one hand emanated a power that even surpassed that of the holy sword.

With equipment of this level, who knows what other tricks this kid might have up his sleeve?

If you continue to harass them, or take action out of resentment, your chances of survival are slim.

After all, he also had a powerful bone dragon by his side.

It belongs to the category of beings that are not of high rank but possess a terrifying aura.

Since my skills aren't much better than Cassius's, I'd better not mess with those three old men.

After all, Roland possessed information that could nullify spells, and not just in a normal way, but by directly erasing the spell's memory from one's mind temporarily.

He didn't want to follow in Cassius's footsteps.

It's not easy to master a technique on your own.

He survived the pursuit of both sides in the Demon King War until now not because of his strength, but entirely because of his caution.

"But... a divine child?"

The middle-aged man recalled Kalia's spell and then suddenly realized: "Those good-for-nothing bastards from the Brotherhood were actually telling the truth this time!"

Upon careful reflection, the shadow magic that instantly wiped out all his subordinates indeed contained an extremely pure aura of the Lord's power!

This is big news! We have to bring it back!

The brotherhood, under the leadership of that so-called priest, has begun to gradually stray from the Lord's teachings.

A bunch of cowardly heretics!

However, this time he did do something good.

Just as the man chuckled and prepared to leave by stepping onto the silken threads suspended in the air, the threads vanished without warning.

He began to fall rapidly.

He quickly regenerated and reconnected the threads and clouds, barely managing to stabilize himself before landing.

He was just a warrior, without the diverse techniques of a mage.

If you fell from that height, although it wouldn't cause any major damage, you would inevitably feel dizzy.

This brief dizziness could absolutely put you in an extremely unfavorable situation.

For example, there's that gray-haired boy in front of me, riding a bone dragon into the sky, holding a holy sword and looking at me.

However, a hazy, azure light veiled the boy's lake-green eyes.

"Now that you're here, don't leave."

"That's perfect, I'm also quite curious about... the true relationship between the Absolution Council and the current Chaos Brotherhood."

"He's a legendary figure with nine rings, he must know quite a lot, right?"

"Let's have a good talk."

(End of this chapter)