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Alpha trusted Beta's judgment. She called out to the two women, "Notify everyone and get ready to go!"

"Master Alpha?"

Beta: "Do you want to go too?"

"Ah, just in case."

Alpha: "Don't worry, I won't take action unless you are in danger."

"That's right."

Beta smiled, she knew Alpha was worried about them.

So, the two cute elves followed Alpha and headed to the mountains in the north of the Barony.

"Boom!"

At the same time, in the cult's stronghold hidden in the mountains, a burly man smashed the wall beside him with one punch.

His name is Harvey, a magic swordsman from aristocratic family in the Kingdom of Midgar.

In order to gain enough political leverage in the country, Harvey contacted the sect and got their help.

But now, everything is ruined!

"Where on earth did these guys come from?!"

The man's voice was filled with anger and unwillingness, as he was about to gain the appreciation of the cult's higher-ups by capturing a large number of Possessions.

Just at this time, the appearance of Alpha and others not only caused Harvey to suffer heavy losses, but also attracted the attention of senior management.

"It's a delight to see you raging in impotence."

"Who?!"

The sudden sound interrupted Harvey's madness.

He looked towards the door and saw a blond young man walking towards him.

"Jeno, what do you want to do?"

"not me."

The man named Geno placed a projection magic stone on the table and said, "It's that gentleman who wants to see you."

"That..."

Harvey was stunned at first, then immediately realized the identity of the person Geno was talking about.

Suddenly, he felt a chill down his spine and his whole body couldn't help but tremble.

"beep!"

As the projection magic stone was activated, an illusory figure appeared in front of Harvey.

"Lord Fenrir!!"

Without hesitation, Harvey quickly knelt on his knees: "Please, please give me another chance!"

"This time! This time I will definitely kill all those stinky girls!"

Harvey begged desperately, hoping that the other party would give him another chance.

"That's the third time."

The silver-haired boy named Fenrir had murderous intent in his eyes: "There won't be a fourth time!"

"And until now, you haven't figured out who's behind this."

"Xavi, you disappoint me so much."

"No! That's not the case!"

Harvey: "I sent people over, but they escaped too quickly!"

"escape?"

Fenrir found it incredibly ridiculous. He looked down at the burly man kneeling on the ground, watching him tremble like a quail. "They've killed so many of us, yet they always manage to get away safely. And you're saying they're on the run?"

As Midgar's top swordsman, Fenrir had seen the bodies of those who died at the hands of Alpha and the others.

There were obvious sword marks on the body.

That was a sharp slash that only the most elite swordsmen could unleash.

Kill with one strike, what a dashing and sharp swordsmanship!

"That's not something you can handle."

Not to mention Harvey, even among the Twelve Knights of the Round Table, few people possess such swordsmanship.

The opponent's strength is very strong, so strong that even the Round Table candidates cannot reach it.

For a person like this, Harvey said that the other party escaped, which is simply an insult to his IQ!

"Jeno."

"Yes!"

Hearing the master's call, the blond young man standing in front of the screen quickly turned around and knelt: "I'm here!"

"I'll leave things here to you."

"Do not disappoint me!"

After he finished speaking, the image on the screen disappeared, leaving only the blond young man with his head lowered and the corners of his mouth curled up wildly.

“Haha, hahahaha!”

The blond young man stood up and looked back at Harvey with a calm gaze, as if he was looking at a dead person. "It seems that Lord Fenrir is very dissatisfied with your performance."

Originally, Geno thought Fenrir would give Harvey another chance.

But who would have thought that the other party felt that even saying one more word was a waste of time.

There is no doubt that Xavi has been abandoned.

Because of repeated failures, Fenrir's tolerance for him has reached its limit.

He is useless now!

"Do not."

"Will not!"

Harvey wanted to defend himself and reconnect with Fenrir.

"puff!!"

The next moment, the sharp blade slid past!

An arm fell to the ground with a thud, accompanied by splattered blood, and Harvey screamed.

"what!!"

He covered his arm, wailed in pain, and looked at Geno with murderous eyes.

Harvey is unwilling to give up!

How could he accept failure like this!

It was obvious that not long ago, he was still able to surpass the opponent and was closer to the round table candidate!

But now

"It's really ugly, Sir Harvey."

Geno Gulliver, a rising star of the Kingdom of Midgar, showed extraordinary swordsmanship talent as soon as he appeared and was highly regarded by the royal family.

A few years later, Geno will become the fiancé of the second princess of the kingdom and be nominated for the twelfth seat of the Knights of the Round Table.

Of course, according to the original plot, Geno will die at the hands of Shadow and be blown to ashes by magic fission.

"Everything here is up to me now!"

Hearing this, Harvey gritted his teeth but didn't dare to refute.

His strength is comparable to that of Geno, and both are named sons of the cult...

Now without an arm, Harvey is no match for Geno.

As for resistance and defection...

Do not make jokes!

That is the Diablo Cult, a behemoth that has hidden itself in the light and ruled the world for a thousand years!

Didn’t Harvey have the courage to resist when he saw Geno attack him?

Once Lord Fenrir knows of his betrayal.

Then what awaits him will be torture like hell!

The Order has a strict hierarchy, with its leaders being called the Twelve Knights of the Round Table, and theoretically having a total of twelve members.

However, the fact is that the twelfth seat is usually vacant, and its function is to attract and entice others to join.

The cult can produce one Diablo Dew Drop every year.

Those who take the dew drops will gain powerful magical powers and an immortal body.

The only drawback is that the dew drops need to be taken regularly, otherwise they will backfire.

Just like Fenrir mentioned by Geno, he is a powerful swordsman who has survived for thousands of years and has become known as the Midgard Devil since ancient times. He is a terrifying existence that ranks fifth at the Round Table.

Fenrir is responsible for controlling the Kingdom of Midgar.

He, and his followers, are known within the cult as the Fenrirites.

Similar to it are the Loki faction, the Hela faction, and the Jörmungandr faction.

That’s right, most of these names come from Norse mythology, and Loki, Hela, and Jörmungandr are the sixth, seventh, and eighth seats at the Round Table respectively.

The Upper Round Table, the Middle Round Table, the Lower Round Table, even the twelve seats in the cult are divided into high and low levels.

Below the twelve seats are the round table substitutes.

Harvey and Geno are the contenders for this precious reserve seat.

If it weren't for the sudden intrusion of Alpha and the others, Harvey believed that he had a great chance of defeating Geno and winning the spot as a substitute for Midgar.

The round table candidates are not the only ones.

They only have the opportunity to compete for twelve seats, not that they have already become twelve seats.

In theory, each of the twelve seats has a corresponding round table candidate nomination.

Therefore, becoming a Round Table candidate is not only a symbol of strength, but also means that they are qualified to have a dialogue with the real twelve seats.

Below that, there are the named sons who have their own names and can maintain their sanity at 4.7.

And completely lost self-awareness, like a mad dog that can be consumed.

"hateful!!"

"Jeno!!!"

Harvey stared at Geno, the pain in his arm was far less than the resentment and jealousy in his heart.

"It's really ugly, Sir Harvey."

"Haven't you noticed yet?"

Geno sneered and placed a bottle of black pills on the table.

"This is?!"

When Harvey saw the bottle, his pupils shrank slightly.

However, before he could say anything else, a large amount of black blood flowed out of his mouth and nose, and at the same time, a large amount of black lightning appeared.

"Jay, Jeno you!!"

"what!!!"

The next moment, accompanied by a terrifying black and red magic storm, Harvey turned into a deformed monster four or five meters tall while wailing in pain.

"Is this the Fallen?"