522.Chapter 511 – Ranch’s Happy Community
Chapter 511 – Ranchi’s Happy Community
This afternoon today Ranchi went to save the Archcleric of Destruction as well as get the Three Illusionary Demons spent some time, and in the evening sensed the disappearance of the city-state boundary and came towards the source of the battle in the Northwest District.
“This asshole dares to bully Talia, fuck him!”
“Fuck him for releasing me, let’s see if I get him or not!”
The angry female voice was still echoing in his mind at the moment.
When he was in the Northern Continent, Ranch had gotten a noble pink sacred spell card [Forbidden Spell Seal] from the Helm Endless Library, and had the [Poet of Great Love] combine it with the principles of the [Psalm of Compassion] to transform it into a new magic –
With the target’s consent, one can sign a temporary subordination contract with a Demon, transforming it into one’s Envoy Summoner and establishing a weak intentional communication with it.
And once it possesses the attributes of the summoner, it can be sealed into a magic card by [Fusion Wolf].
Earlier that time of the bishop’s vote, Ranch had lent the three phantom demons to Sigrid, and now all three Archdemons had transformed back into Ranch’s Envoy Demons.
The corresponding problem was that after making the contract, they would constantly speak to themselves, especially Antanas, who was particularly noisy.
Ranchi was now filled with her voice.
Although Antanas wants to support them first, Pranay advises Ranchi to try not to let them appear if they can solve the problem without using their power, though Pranay will unleash super long-range attack magic when necessary.
This was because if the three of them struck, after today, the enemy would likely be certain of the existence of the three of them at the eighth rank.
It was naturally best for the three of them to be able to hide as the highest information difference of the battle power.
In the end, Ranchi agreed to Pranay’s admonition.
“Why do you …… want to entice the Saint of Destruction to escape?”
Huberian asked as she looked up, somewhat nervously, at Ranch.
“The Three Illusory Demons are the bottom card I’m going to use to rescue Duke Migaiya and Duchess Ivatia from the Krewe Empire, and it’s too early to expose them on the battlefield.”
Ranchi replied with a helpless smile.
“……”
Huberian immediately tightened her grip on Ranchi’s clothes, not knowing what to say for a moment.
So many words of thanks had been said that she began to grow short of words.
One could only keep it all in mind until the day she could return the favor.
And so it was for a long time.
She finally let go slowly, as if realizing something.
“By the way …… are you able to put me down ……”
Huberian’s face flushed slightly as she mumbled.
She didn’t realize that she had let Ranch hold her for a long time, earlier it was because Salomon hadn’t left, or maybe it was because she just couldn’t get over the shock, and now that Salomon had completely left, it didn’t make sense for her to let Ranch hold her anymore.
“Can you stand still? Are there any injuries?”
Ranch didn’t move, just inquired.
“Uh ……”
Huberian hesitated for a moment.
“I feel …… feel like my leg might be a little twisted, can you re ……”
She was a little embarrassed to continue, as she was skeptical that her lying would be too obvious.
“I’ll take you somewhere safe then.”
Ranch replied.
“Tough luck.”
Huberian only felt more ashamed when she heard Ranch agree and bowed her head in response.
“It’s okay, you’re light, it’s not hard work at all.”
Ranch smiled.
“……”
Huberian, who clearly should have been pleased by the sincere compliment, now felt only a little frightened.
How on earth did he manage to say just one word and yet not a word ……
Never mind, don’t think about it.
Huberian simply closed her eyes and leaned against Ranchi’s shoulder, pretending she had fallen asleep.
……
Meanwhile on the other side.
In the middle of the main city of South Vantina, near the southern district, turmoil and unrest permeated every corner, and every now and then there was the sound of the earth roaring from the southernmost part of the city.
On the streets, battle-armored clanking sergeants hurried through, the sound of their heavily-armored footsteps echoing in the still night air, seemingly a constant reminder to the inhabitants of this town that the dangers of the night were not yet far away. And in this tense atmosphere, a lone figure quietly traveled through the dark alleyways.
He wore a dark colored cloak, and his footsteps were light and agile, as if he had become one with the night.
In the thin alley, the dilapidated stone buildings cast mottled shadows in the moonlight, the intermittent lights on the windows appeared and disappeared, revealing the residents’ worries and uneasiness about this uneasy night, and occasionally, the sound of a cat purring or the creak of a wooden door panel came from a certain corner.
Salomon cleansed his face of blood with a little bit of life magic, not wanting to show anyone else that he was in a bad state at the moment, his footsteps looked like he knew the path like the back of his hand, or it could be that someone else was helping him plan his route at the moment, and he nimbly weaved his way through the shadows, avoiding the occasional patrolling soldier, seeming unusually calm even in such a tumultuous time.
Finally, after crossing a street, a faint firelight and a familiar figure appeared ahead.
“Lord Saint Son, please take this path.”
The Grand Cleric who met him reached out his hand and guided.
Salomon nodded, and with that headed around the corner and into a deeper, darker alley once more.
He had informed the group of loyal Archclerics of Destruction, one by one, of their next plan of action.
The Archclerics of the Eastern District were preparing for a final assault.
And those stationed in the Northwest Sector, when Loren was lured away, immediately went to assassinate Duchess Huberian!
Those in the Southern District were tasked with helping him retreat.
At that time, even if the furious Loren came after him, he would prioritize rescuing the civilians whose lives were being threatened by the Grand Clerics, or rather, the civilians in the South Vantina city district were all his hostages.
Salomon couldn’t wait to see Loren’s furious and impotent rage.
Loren was strong.
Too bad it’s a brain for a brain.
From the story told by Ivanoth, Salomon had analyzed that Loren was a person who couldn’t make the right choice, especially the dilemma of needing to choose whether to protect a specific person or a group of people, Loren who wanted to protect both sides and was indecisive would only end up protecting no one!
“Although I don’t know who that guy in the south who fought with the Marquis of Somerset is, Loren you are too honest after all.”
Salomon smiled with mischief.
Suddenly.
Salomon felt a coldness in his back, followed by a stabbing pain that was about to drain all the strength out of his body, spreading from the coldness to his limbs.
He was somewhat incredulous.
At this moment.
The Grand Cleric who was following Salomon, stabbed Salomon hard in the waist.
Salomon turned his head back in a daze, only to see that the eyes of the Grand Cleric who was originally following behind him were incomparably cold, and had already backed up and pulled away.
“You ……”
Salomon trembled in disbelief and half-kneeled on the ground.
It wasn’t the change of heart of the one Grand Cleric behind him that made him fearful.
Rather, it was the figure of a group of Grand Clerics that stepped out from the end of the alley.
All of them were Archclerics of the Destruction branch, whose job today was to wait for an opportunity to attack at the right moment and draw fire to help Salomon retreat after his success in killing Huberian.
However.
With chaotic eyes, as if they had been thoroughly brainwashed, this group of people stepped towards Salomon with heavy steps.
“Salomon, you are so cruel ……”
“It’s true that he was right, you only want us to die, only he will love us.”
“You’re an obstacle in the way of our happiness ……”
“You must die here today!!!”
Some of them, with their eyes almost protruding from their sockets and their pupils abnormally dilated, appeared blood-filled and hyperactive, some, with their eyes and mouths curved like crescent moons, with that terrifying aura and wry smiles resembling a group of serial killers that only appeared in the night.
Under the faint scarlet moonlight, their shadows trailed in the dark alley, the muscles on their faces seemed to be twitching due to prolonged tension, and their mouths murmured something like “Love”, “Happiness”, “Goddess Lord”, and every breath they took was a breath of fresh air. “Love”, “Happiness”, “Goddess-sama”, with a strange trill on every breath.
Then.
Time began to speed up.
All of the Clerics of Destruction rushed towards the battle-damaged Salomon like mad.
Salomon’s entire body was dumbfounded.
This group of people had been struck by some unnamable evil that had turned them all like this!
Salomon’s heart was beating like a drum, his blood raced through his veins, and an invisible fear was spreading.
No, flee, flee to the south!
Since Loren was on the northwest side, the odds were that the one fighting with the Marquis of Somerset on the south side was that mysterious cardinal.
They shouldn’t have fought because it’s not like the Blood Clan and the Church of the Resurrection are mortal enemies.
We must spread the news that there is an evil god in South Ventina!
As long as they could reach the south of the city and find Marquis Somerset and the cardinal from the northern continent, there would still be hope for survival!
(End of chapter)