Krillin's Blade didn't even flicker with any extra luster from the beginning to the end. There was only a faint haze that was almost undetectable. It was as if there was air that had been heated by a high temperature attached to it, causing the surrounding area to distort slightly.
One slash.
Many slashes were extremely slow compared to Carlin Count's, but they seemed to be unstoppable.
The sword pierced through his chest and came out from his back.
There was never a need for an extra reason to kill.
Krillin's Blade was gently pulled out from Carlin's chest and disappeared into thin air.
"Believer?
I've never been a believer. "
Many gazes didn't even linger on Carlin Count, one of the three big shots of the Central Continent. They gently turned around and walked into the city.
Carlin, who never thought that he would fail, didn't believe that he would be defeated so thoroughly. From the beginning to the end, he didn't even give his opponent any extra pressure before he was stabbed to death!
One slash!
The humiliation was too late for him to feel any remorse. This rank 10 dark warrior fell to the ground. He looked at the familiar darkness of the continent and didn't close his eyes until he died.
No one could have imagined that Earl Carlin would die so easily. This was completely out of everyone's expectations.
Of course, the old man who was softly chanting in the church was an exception.
"No one can stop his path."
Aston Count closed his eyes slightly and gently made a praying gesture. He gently closed the book in his hands and looked at the huge sculpture of countless races in front of him.
"When will the judgment of the gods begin?"
* * *
The night in Satsuma City was frighteningly quiet.
This kind of silence was not something that had never been seen before. In the past, Satsuma City was a city of believers, full of piety and silence. But tonight, Satsuma City was filled with depression and uneasiness.
These emotions came from the soldiers who came to support.
What kind of person was Carlin Count?
The number two of the Empire. His status was not inferior to Bernas Count, who had the title of "Carmont's Tooth".
His strength was second to none in the entire continent. His only defeat was in the "spar" with His Majesty Sakamento.
The souls of the dead under his hands could line up from his own province to the capital of Bablon. That bloody longsword was once the symbol of death on the entire continent.
Now, his corpse lay quietly in the cold wind. Even after his death, no one dared to come forward and carry him away. His reputation was too fierce when he was alive, and it still lingered after his death.
What about a lot?
Walking on the street, not a single soldier dared to approach him. Carlin's orders were no longer effective. This was the consequence of being too dictatorial … His majesty made his subordinates unable to muster the will to rebel after seeing the person who ended his dictatorship. At the same time, they also lost their ability to make decisions. When the tree falls, the monkeys scatter. Now, not a single person could stand up to take charge of the situation.
Fortunately, the Eastern Continent's army was wiped out by a Forbidden Spell. Otherwise, if the enemy launched another attack, Satsuma City would definitely fall.
Many went straight back to the hotel that had been arranged. The figures of Gruul and Kuzkas could be seen from afar. Unlike the bustling city square and corpses outside the city gate, the atmosphere here was still peaceful.
Of course, that was except for the faint smell of blood in the air.
Walking into the bedroom, Many sat on the armchair with a calm expression. He did not look like a peerless expert who had just killed more than ten thousand troops and a famous Count on the continent. Instead, he looked like an ordinary person who had just finished work and went home to rest.
Exhaling lightly, Many raised his head and faced the window. It was still dark outside, but at this moment, Many saw something else in his eyes.
The night sky.
The stars.
In Many's eyes, these things appeared in his field of vision just like in the Roslorian continent. The originally dull mountain sky was now a colorful picture in his field of vision.
Seeing what others could not see, and doing what others could not think of.
Many understood that he had jumped two levels in a very short period of time like a rocket, and had one foot over the threshold of the Tenth Order.
The road ahead was unknown, but from today onwards, the fear of the unknown in Many's mind had completely disappeared.
"Have you thought about what to do?"
"Sakamento, what is he trying to do?"
Many asked Nairíos next to him. When the latter appeared, it was unknown what kind of expression was on his face. There was relief, sighing, and a trace of indescribable loneliness.
"Go and see, you will understand."
Nairíos sat gently in front of the sofa. In front of him was a battle flag. He looked at it and said, "Next game?"
"I can't beat you."
Many's answer was straightforward, as if there was no need to try at all.
This was not a show of weakness, but a lot of real feelings. At this point, many things in the mind could reveal an instinctive reaction in an instant. It was not a prophecy, but a kind of omen brought about by the strength itself.
"Win?
Tell me, why do people want to win? "
Nairíos gently picked up the chess piece and made the first move.
"Take a step back and you will enter the abyss."
Many followed Nairíos's lead and began to play this game.
With the speed of cutting through the Gordian knot, a game did not take more than ten minutes, but many felt that this game was more exhausting than using the power of rules to kill so many people.
"Win, survive. Lose, die."
Nairíos picked up a chess piece in his hand and said with a thought-provoking expression, "The instinct of animals is to survive. Then what do the gods seek?"
"Eternal life?"
Many thought of the various clues in the temple in the Azura Forest, as well as the words that the Cullen Trolls told them.
"Eternal life?" Nairíos smiled and placed the chess piece in his hand. "It is immortality."
Silence.
With his last move, the whole game was over.
Unexpectedly, Nairíos used his own chess piece to kill himself.
Many did not understand what this meant. Some looked at the chessboard in a daze and did not speak.
"I don't have much time."
There was an unprecedented loneliness in Nairíos's voice, but it had the pride of a king. There was no feeling of begging for mercy.
Many looked back, but Nairíos's figure had disappeared.
Outside the window, a team of soldiers stopped in front of the inn.
"No matter what choice you make, as the messenger of darkness, I will give you the greatest support."
The soldier delivered a letter. There was only a short sentence on it, but it contained too many things. Then a symbol appeared on the paper, which made many understand what they were about to face.
A symbol that belonged to the city of Bablena, where His Majesty Sakamento lived.
"The faith of 100,000 believers, the souls of 10,000 enemies, the life of a butcher."
Many wrote this sentence with a quill on the paper beside their hands, which was later revered by the world — "In exchange for a hope. Don't ask for death, just ask for no regrets."
…
When the lonely carriage left the province of Stick, the line of believers went all the way from Satsuma City to the province at the edge of the territory.
Flower petals were scattered on the road. Countless people knelt and prayed silently as they watched the carriage go further and further away.
"My lord, are you really the apostle that they speak of?"
A demon maid asked softly as she packed the clothes of many people.
Perhaps in the entire central continent, only these maids could maintain this attitude when facing this person who had already spread far and wide.
"Winnie, say, if one day, you put on the clothes of a non-human race and become the bride of a non-human race, would you still be the same person you were before?"
Many laughed and asked in return.
The maid wrinkled her nose, as if thinking seriously before replying, "I will still be myself. The bloodline of the demon race can never be changed."
"Bloodline?"
Many laughed even more and murmured as if talking to themselves, "It's really something that is easy to overlook."
Jia Luo remained silent at the side. He did not dare to look any further, as if he was Bernard facing Carter.
"There are some things that, once changed, can never be stopped."
On the chessboard in front of him, a chess piece floated in the air and then landed. Many thought quietly for a long time before reaching out his hand to make a move.
This strange scene had lasted for a long time. Jia Luo didn't need to say anything to understand that there were too many strange things about this Lord. What was even more difficult to understand was that he still didn't know the true origin of this Lord.
"It won't be long before you understand who I am."
Many suddenly spoke, as if answering Jia Luo's question casually. Jia Luo immediately broke out in cold sweat. Even when he was sitting, his buttocks tightened.
"I am not Carlin. These are all unnecessary thoughts."
Many still did not turn back. "What you need to be wary of is not me, but your own heart."
"Yes, my lord!"
Jia Luo lowered his head deeply, but no longer trembled.