Uncle here isn't your average office worker!

An uncontrollable rage surged from his heart. The Blood Demon Lord abruptly raised his head, his handsome face contorted and on the verge of collapse. But before he could make any move, the next second, a holy sword gleaming with dazzling light was already pressed against his forehead.

The Great Wilderness Star has fallen, and the figure that put him in such a wretched state is now standing in front of him.

The Blood Demon Lord's expression shifted several times before finally settling into a murderous stare:

"What's your name?"

Roy's lips twitched. So you don't even know who I am, yet you're so confident that you're going to fight me?

No wonder, no wonder even after I had already defeated the Sea Si, the Stranger module still indicated that I had not yet reached the highest reputation point. For immortal beings like the Blood Demon Lord, even a world-ending crisis like the Sea Si would remain aloof and independent as long as it did not truly appear before them and give them a real shock. They would ignore it and not care about it.

Sometimes, they weren't necessarily unaware of Hai Si's threat; they simply maintained a mindset that, to put it nicely, was otherworldly, but to put it bluntly, was nihilistic. They thought that a threat was a threat, and at worst, they would just die.

If even immortal beings are like this, then the existence of even more ancient beings, behemoths, beast lords, and conceptual gods like Koschl and Dionysus are even more so.

"Roy."

Although he was speechless at the Blood Demon Lord's behavior of knowing that the whole world knew he could use the Great Desolate Starfall skill, but he was the only one who didn't know, he certainly wouldn't let go of the opportunity to gain reputation. After giving his name, he sheathed his sword.

"what are you doing?"

The Blood Demon Lord seemed puzzled by Roy's actions. Throughout history, few people have ever been able to put themselves in such a predicament. Who wouldn't want to get rid of him as soon as possible? Why did Roy sheathe his sword instead?

Roy wasn't acting out of a sudden burst of compassion; he merely glanced at the Blood Demon Lord before turning to Amiya behind him and saying:

"He's in your hands now, you little devil rabbit."

"Huh?" Amiya was a little taken aback when her name was suddenly called, but she was a precocious girl after all, and she quickly understood Roy's intention. She bit her lip and nodded heavily: "Leave it to me, Mr. Roy!"

Amiya took a deep breath and, protected by Logos, Misery, and Ascalon, stepped forward.

The Blood Demon Lord's face turned bright red at that moment.

He thought Roy was too afraid to lay a hand on him, but he didn't expect this young guy to be so ruthless.

Amiya is a Chimera, and from the very first moment he appeared, he denied Amiya's identity and rights as a Demon King. To have Amiya execute him was, by analogy, like having a new emperor execute a loyal subject of the old dynasty—a blatant slap on his face.

"You might as well just kill me, Roy!"

The Blood Demon Lord cursed through gritted teeth.

"Otherwise, you'd better prepare to face my wrath!"

Upon hearing this, Roy turned around and looked seriously at the Blood Demon Lord's face, his expression solemn.

Just as the Blood Demon Lord thought his threat had worked and his expression softened, Roy suddenly revealed a playful smile and uttered two words that he would never forget:

"Anxious?"

The Blood Demon Lord's exquisite face froze for a moment, then turned bright red as if it were a balloon that couldn't hold its breath any longer, and then exploded into five pieces with astonishing power!

.............

"Manfred, what's the rush?"

Looking at Manfred, who was pale and covered in wounds, the Sarkaz adjutant with long, wine-red hair asked a question he already knew the answer to.

Even though the giant building rising outside the city has not yet been seen by the people inside the city due to the obstruction of the city wall, the commotion on the city wall alone has already become known throughout the city.

After all, even the main cannon of the city's defenses, which had not been used in the duel between the two dukes in the city, was fired, turning the entire city wall into a sea of ​​blood—a truly bizarre sight.

Even if Manfred says nothing, the fact that a battle took place on the city walls and Londinium was attacked by invaders has become an undeniable fact that the Military Council cannot cover up.

Moreover, judging from Manfred's disheveled appearance, the intruders must be quite powerful.

“Hedley, I hope that next time you won’t ask me what happened, but rather what you need to do.”

Manfred covered the wound on his right hand, where blood was still seeping out. This was not the case. His blood was connected with the Blood Demon Lord. If the Blood Demon Lord had been a little more careful, he would not be in this situation where he could not even stop the bleeding.

The fact that this happened can only mean that the Blood Demon Lord on the city wall must be extremely emotionally unstable at this moment.

Even the ruler of the royal court couldn't gain an advantage?

A flicker of shock and disbelief crossed Manfred's mind. He gritted his teeth and quickly gave the order:

"Hedley, immediately gather the Royal Army within the city and have them assemble and form ranks towards the city center council, the Royal Palace, the train station, and the Shard. Absolutely no one is to be allowed to enter any of these buildings. I need to see the General immediately!"

"No need, I'm here."

Therese pushed open the door, his expression remaining as steady as a mountain. Theresa followed behind him, her pristine white figure impossible to ignore.

"What's the situation on the city wall?"

"The city's defensive cannons have been blocked. Rhodes Island has brought the Crown Princess of the Banshee's Court, a Sarkaz skilled in manipulating space, and your... apprentice, Ascalon. I am no match for them. The Blood Lord has already made his move, but the situation is still not ideal."

Even though he knew the battle was truly appalling, Manfred faithfully told the truth.

A flicker of surprise crossed Theresis's eyes, but she concealed it well, so that Manfred and Hedley did not notice.

He nodded calmly:

“Your plan is correct. As long as we control those locations, we will always have the upper hand. Now I need you to inform the King of Carrion and have him go to assist the Blood Demon Lord.”

"Wait, Theresis, let me see his injury."

The silent Theresa spoke first.

"If the wounds left by the King of the Royal Court are not treated in time, they may threaten his life."

Theresa reached out and gently grasped Manfred's arm. Pure white light rose from his wound, gradually covering the bleeding opening.

In just a few seconds, the blood that had been flowing continuously due to the Lord of the Royal Court's magic miraculously stopped. Theresa smiled with relief and nodded to Manfred.

Manfred bowed respectfully from the bottom of his heart and said:

"Thank you for your kindness, Your Highness."

After saying that, he nodded to Theresis and turned to walk towards the camp of the Carrion King.

Theresis watched him leave before turning to look at Theresa, her face slightly cold:

"Healing spells? When did you learn that?"

"I don't know, it seems like a doctor taught me, but I can't remember," Theresa answered truthfully, seemingly without any concealment.

Therese paused for a moment, nodded, and turned to leave. Theresa followed closely behind.

Only Hadley, standing still, pursed his lips in resentment.

He wanted to tell Theresa who the doctor she couldn't remember was, but he didn't say anything in the end.

Volume One: Chapter 308 Glory Like the Sun and Moon Covered in Dust

Londinium, Victoria.

A gray haze seemed to hang over the sky. Ever since the Sarkaz seized control of the Londinium City Council, a tense atmosphere had been spreading throughout the city. The recent upheaval outside the city and the explosions on the city walls had pushed this tension to its peak.

Since the last lion king was hanged, the "forever pure" Duke of Cumberland's mansion had not seen such a bustling scene for more than twenty years.

But Allardy Cumberland knew very well that this prosperity and entourage were all fake. Those who were now almost breaking down her old doorsteps were nothing more than a flock of frightened birds who could not bear any changes and were eager to gain a little bit of security from her.

Alde's eyes were somewhat unfocused as she looked out the window. In the desolate Duke's mansion, only the loyal old butler Elsie was in charge. The once lush gardens had withered away, just like the glory of the Cumberland family.

"In the end, how am I any better than them?"

With a self-deprecating laugh, Alde had to pull her thoughts back to the nobleman pleading for help before her.

Andre York, a Londinhem City Council upper benchman, a man who hadn't set foot in the Duke of Cumberland's mansion for over fifteen years, was impeccably dressed, maintaining his tattered appearance. His mouth was moving rapidly, uttering phrases in perfect Victorian accent and noble vocabulary, the content of which had nothing to do with honor, surnames, or the future.

"Aldey, you have to help us! Those damned Sarkaz, they need to know their place. We have the right to know what's happening outside the city!"

"Tell me the truth, is the Grand Duke's fleet already outside the city? Was that the sound just now the cannon fire of a high-speed warship?"

"I knew those demons would end up like this sooner or later! Haha! Once those demons are driven out of Londinium, we must persuade the dukes to exterminate them!"

Even after spitting out almost all the saliva in his mouth, Andrei still received no response from Alleide. Finally, the elderly councilor could no longer bear the neglect and questioned:

"Isn't that right, Allarde? Say something!"

“I don’t know,” Allardy replied with a smile.

Andrei's expression froze, completely unprepared for Alde's response. As if instantly enraged, he roared and slammed his fist on the marble round table.

"You don't know? You're not... Damn it, have you been bribed by those demons?!"

Aldée did not answer.

These infuriating accusations had never ceased since the day she began negotiating with the Sarkaz. Perhaps the lower-ranking nobles were unaware, but Andrei York could not possibly be unaware that she was one of the least likely people in the city to be bribed by the Sarkaz.

Not because of her loyalty, or the eternally noble qualities embodied in her title, but because the figure standing behind her now is not the departed Lion King, but the Duke of Cactus.

Whether it was assisting in the formation of the Londinium Self-Salvation Army, representing the city's nobles in negotiating peace with the Sarkaz, or secretly supplying the city with provisions while searching for the lost national sword, the Breath of Kings, none of this was something the now-declining Cumberland family could accomplish. She was able to do all of this entirely thanks to the Duke of Castle's instructions and support behind the scenes.

Of course, this was not a change of heart on the part of the Grand Duke, but rather a hidden move by Kester, a form of control. Aldean Cumberland has never been free to do as she pleases. If she wanted to break free from control, perhaps tonight, the Grey Hat would send her and Elsie to meet her father.

Just as Alder had predicted, Andrei's feigned anger softened within minutes. His meticulously groomed beard trembled on his aged face, and his pale blue eyes were filled with sorrow and pleading. He reached out and tightly grasped Alderi's wrist, his voice trembling as he spoke:

"Has the Duke not sent any news at all?"

Allardy could see the longing in his eyes, but she could only state the cruel reality:

"not yet."

Andrei's hand tightened suddenly, then loosened weakly and slipped down.

“My daughter died because she was five minutes late getting home yesterday due to curfew, and was dragged away by those Sarkaz at her doorstep.”

"I waited anxiously at home all night, gathering all the money I could muster, hoping to rescue her..."