Uncle here isn't your average office worker!

"It's not just the Glasgow gang; there are many others who have high hopes for you."

Roy said.

He knew about the events in the original timeline. When they retreated from the Glasgow Gang's territory, Vina was revealed by Dagda and Indra. At that time, countless starving and freezing people still regarded her as their lifeline.

Aside from a certain slightly neurotic, stress-prone little brat, there are still quite a few people in the city of Londinium who have high hopes for Vina and Aslan.

Or rather, people who have had enough of division, hardship, and oppression are having an unprecedentedly high demand for a leader.

This is Vina's chance.

Whether to respond to this expectation or leave is a decision only Vina can make. At this juncture, some people choose to give up—give up the exam, give up their job—to become free spirits. Others choose to respond; no one can blame them.

"Just don't make a decision you'll regret."

As soon as Roy finished speaking, Amiya's voice rang out:

"Dr. Kal'tsit, Mr. Roy, there's an emergency ahead!"

Roy and Kal'tsit exchanged a glance and quickly walked forward to Amiya and the others.

Logos is sensing something with its eyes closed, while Misery's judgment comes earlier:

"Space is being distorted; a corrupting pollution is spreading, covering this land. This feeling..."

“It’s the Court of the Carrion Eaters!” Logos opened his eyes and said solemnly.

PS: There will be more in the evening.

Volume 1: Chapter 312 The Carrion Eater's Scheme

The King of Carrion Eaters was a burly man.

If we include the long hem of his robe, which may or may not be part of his body, in his height, he would be over three meters tall. This height is comparable to that of the Wendigo royal court, which is also known for its strength and physique. Even if Patriot Bozocas himself came, he would probably only be able to sit on equal footing with him. Moreover, in terms of status, he might even have to kowtow respectfully a couple of times.

According to Kal'tsit's intelligence, as the ruler of the royal court, the King of the Carrion almost never takes action personally. He prefers to remain behind the scenes, acting as the commander-in-chief of his subordinate Carrion Lords, remotely controlling thousands of troops to crush the enemy, or simply maintaining the image of a reclusive old man, enduring as much as possible unless the enemy comes to provoke him.

He has a good temper, which can be interpreted as the long life that has truly cultivated in this Sarkaz the composure of an elder, but it can also be understood as his confidence in handling anyone with ease and winning every battle.

"He may be one of the few who are at the beck and call of Theresis, but his strength is in no way inferior to that of his royal court lord."

The King of Carrion stood on the ground, accompanied by several equally tall and robust members of the Carrion Royal Court. Their curved horns, resembling those of the Plumphoof Clan, were wrapped with white bandages for identification. Apart from that, they looked almost identical—cloth masks covering their faces, white enchanted bandage armor, and serrated greatswords wrapped in blue, cyan, and red, exuding a putrid aura.

When Logos realized that the King of Carrion was present on the ground, it meant that he was stronger. As the ruler of the royal court, the King of Carrion, who was extremely sensitive to the aura of the living, had already sensed them.

On the throne, lifted by four scavengers, the old man, whose face was obscured, peered through the bandages covering his face at the manhole cover in the distance, and uttered a sound of doubt:

"Ok?"

His soft hum caused the entire advancing scavenger army to halt instantly. The leading scavengers swiftly drew their weapons, and behind them, a scavenger mage was also ready. The core of a strangely shaped drone, wrapped in magic and resembling a bamboo tube, glowed red, ready to be launched at any moment.

Kal'tsit and Logos in the underground pipes didn't dare to be careless either, and immediately prepared for battle. Mon3tr crawled out from Kal'tsit's back, and was about to let out a terrifying roar, but was glared back by Kal'tsit's eyes. It could only silently curl up and protect Amiya, looking rather pitiful.

Logos raised his bone pen, and more incantations than when he fought the Blood Demon Lord began to appear around him. However, he held his breath and did not chant as he did when facing the Blood Demon Lord. Instead, he adopted a silent casting posture, and his fear was self-evident.

Roy dared not underestimate the strength of the King of Carrion. He was one of the few in the original timeline who Kal'tsit had explicitly stated—if you want to kill me, the destruction of Rhodes Island will be just a blink of an eye.

Although Roy is now grateful to hear this, knowing that Kal'tsit can be resurrected after a while no matter how she dies, he feels a bit like, "Hurry up and do it, I'm in a hurry to be reincarnated." But this cannot hide the fact that the King of Carrion is quite powerful.

Seeing this, he also drew his Sun Sword, ready to leap out of the ground and fight the King of Carrion under the sun's spotlight, as soon as the King of Carrion launched his attack.

Everyone was on high alert, waiting for the King of Carrion to make his move. But unexpectedly, the Carrion Royal Court, which was moving on the ground, stopped briefly and then started moving again, heading straight back along the original route, crossing the sewers, and heading towards the core city.

"No attack was launched?"

The logo spoke with a mix of announcement and doubt. The elaborate incantation beside them began to dissipate one by one.

Kal'tsit breathed a slight sigh of relief. The fact that the Carrion Eater did not immediately launch an attack was a good thing. It could be seen as a signal that the Carrion Eater's Royal Court and Theresis were only in a cooperative relationship. They were not completely subservient to Theresis. He was still observing, watching to see which of the two demon lords would ultimately prevail.

He'll help whoever wins.

"Let's go, hurry up."

After calming mon3tr, who was startled by the scent of the carrion eater, Kal'tsit urged him on.

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

On the ground, the Carrion King's Court stepped over the sewer entrance they had just passed. The entire army maintained an almost terrifying level of discipline, with not a single member of the King's Court raising any questions or expressing any dissatisfaction.

Everything seemed perfectly natural. The King of Carrion leaned back on his throne, feeling the familiar power beneath his feet. Even the stench of decay seemed to have subsided, as if afraid of startling the little demon king.

But, eventually, a discordant voice reached the ears of the Carrion King. A trembling Victorian, who had somehow appeared by the roadside, spoke to the Carrion King in a panicked tone, accusing him:

"Why are you doing this?"

The King of Carrion turned his head away, seemingly too lazy to pay attention to the Victorian, and simply said:

"Don't act in front of me, Shapeshifter. You know you can't fool me."

The Victorian immediately composed himself, his fear gone, and asked, seemingly somewhat displeased:

"How could that be? I simulated everything—appearance, inner qualities, personality, even your aura. How did you figure it out?"

The King of Carrion chuckled:

"It's simple, because there shouldn't be a Victorian there."

The shapeshifter shrugged, but judging from his expression, he seemed to have learned his lesson. The topic then shifted back to the initial question:

"Why didn't you take action? There's no way you didn't notice."

"What did you say?" The King of Carrion began to feign ignorance.

The shapeshifter clone had no choice but to be blunt: "There were rats in the sewers just now. They were those guys who beat up the Blood Lord like that, right? The Demon King from Rhodes Island."

The King of Carrion finally made a gesture, raising his hand and gently waving it, issuing a triple denial:

"I don't know, I don't care, it's none of my business."

"The order Theresis gave me is to lead men to the aid of the Blood Demon. Is the Blood Demon in the sewers?"

The shapeshifter paused, then shook his head helplessly.

He knew the King of Carrion was exploiting a loophole, but there was nothing he could do about it.

The Blood Demon Lord is probably already on his knees, lying dead on the city wall, definitely not in the sewers. But aren't those people in the sewers the ones who beat the Blood Demon Lord like that?

Indeed, Theresis did not give you orders to attack Rhodes Island, but you are clearly stirring up trouble.

“I will report this to Theresis,” the shapeshifter said.

The King of Carrion turned his head to the side indifferently, completely ignoring the threat of the Shapeshifters tattling, and continued to advance toward the city wall.

He believed that shapeshifters would not.

After all, he had just discovered Rhodes Island in the sewers, but he didn't take the opportunity to attack directly and drag him in, did he?

In some ways, they are all the same, waiting for a winner to emerge.

What they need to do is prevent outsiders from stirring up trouble and taking advantage of the chaos at this crucial moment for Sarkaz.

Volume 1: Chapter 313 A Nation Cannot Be Without a Ruler for a Day

Lentinium City Council.

Even in just one day, the residents could clearly feel the change in atmosphere in the heart of Londinium.

Not only were large numbers of Sarkaz troops originally stationed at the city gates and factory districts recalled to the core city, but noble councilors were also forcibly driven into the city council building. Those who previously could at least exchange a few words with the Sarkaz now seemed to have lost even their status as proxies. The Sarkaz's attitude towards them grew increasingly hostile, no longer distinguishing them from ordinary Lontinim citizens. One councilor, dissatisfied with the Sarkaz's violent expulsion, attempted to negotiate with the leading Sarkaz soldiers and was instantly cleaved in two.

Only at that moment did the clamor of the councilors finally subside. These self-important nobles finally realized that in the face of absolute power, their so-called titles of knight or lord were just like their fancy clothes—they couldn't even withstand a single blow from Sarkaz.

At this point, Aldei Cumberland, who had been scorned by the nobles for "betraying" Andrei to the Sarkaz, was once again pushed forward to act as the nobles' representative in negotiations with the Sarkaz.

"That's enough, isn't it? What else do you want to do? Hedley promised me that as long as we cooperate, the Sarkaz won't harm us without reason."

Aldet stiffened her neck and warned the Sarkaz soldier in front of her, but her body, which she was forcibly propping up, seemed rather small in front of the tall Sarkaz. Although she tried to be forceful, her lack of confidence was still evident.

"Heldray said that?" The Sarkaz soldier paused for a moment upon hearing the name, then curled his lip in disdain. "That loser. He thinks he can become our boss just because he can write a few words, compiled a book, and showed his face to His Highness the Regent?"

Hearing this, Aldebaran's heart sank, but unexpectedly, after the Sarkaz soldier finished speaking, he turned to the side, took a pack of bandages from his waist, and quietly handed it to Aldebaran.

Under Allardy's bewildered gaze, he rolled his eyes and explained in a low voice:

"Our leader is Ines."

Having said that, he fell silent, turned around, waved to the approaching Sarkaz soldier, and pulled him away into the distance. Alleide was left standing there, stunned.

Who is Ines? What is her relationship with Hadley? I've never heard him mention her.

Although she had absolutely no idea who this "Sarkaz leader" named Ines was, Alede silently memorized the name. In any case, this person must be connected to Hadley, and within the Sarkaz, she was considered a moderate.

At this moment, seeing the guards walk away, a nobleman also mustered up his courage and stepped forward, asking:

"Ms. Cumberland, have you figured out why those Sarkaz gathered us here?"

Aleide pursed her lips, shook her head helplessly, and could only hand the bandage she had received to the nobleman in front of her, instructing him:

"Give it to those injured people to stop the bleeding and prevent further complications."

"But what's the point of us living like this, becoming puppets of the Sarkaz?" the nobleman said bitterly, though he dared not raise his voice too high. In the end, he could only grit his teeth in resentment and turn back to the group.

Aleide watched his retreating figure, wanting to say something, but the words stuck in her throat, and she couldn't bring herself to speak.

No matter what, as long as we're alive, there's always a way, isn't there?

But it seemed as if the land was playing a cruel joke on Alleide. Before Alleide could even catch her breath, the council doors opened once more. This time, instead of fully armed Sarkaz soldiers, a strange young man with blue hair and wearing a hoodie walked in.

His gaze swept across the council hall, finally settling on Aldebaran, and he walked toward her.