Sylvanus didn't need to take his life back just yet. "Don't be so depressed, uncle, you are still useful." He manipulated the puppet to clear out the patrolmen. "See? If your brain was cooked to porridge, a lot of people would be relieved to not have to think about their secrets being leaked."
"you can not--"
"——Why not? Derrida, no one can stop me here. Tell me, where is your strength?"
"Even if we fail, it will not be easy for you! Croita's messenger will not allow the devil to take over San Carlos." Derrida cursed. "You will receive the same treatment as demons. Since you regard them as companions, this is what you deserve!"
"It is indeed a big problem." Silvanus said, "If they are determined to stick to their stubborn old ideas, then I have to do what they say. It is not shameful to join allies. Many associations will welcome me, City of Mist San Carlos is going to be the next Demon City. Don't you understand? I can't fight the tower, but if San Carlos is in my hands, the Secretariat won't be willing to do anything." He saw Derrida confused. The look on his face said, "As for the White Envoy...even the Commander of the Sky Realm has something he can't give up. When he breaks away from the mirror and returns to reality, he will find that there are two choices in front of him: Either appoint me as the master of San Carlos , or kill me, and then have the entire City of Mist buried with me."
"what have you done?"
"Starless Night. You must be familiar with this secret society. The demon hunting movement sweeping the continent has caused them heavy losses, but if the Tower of Sky chooses to destroy the light of justice in San Carlos, then the revenge that the Nameless Ones long for will automatically The beginning of Sky Island.”
"He will not be coerced by you." Seeing his subordinates being killed one after another, the director could no longer muster the courage to yell at anyone. He knelt in the snow, and his voice was so low that he almost whispered: "I know his difference. He is not Dean Rubin, and he is not like the director of the Department of Affairs... The White Envoy is the commander of the Tower Sky Realm, Anding and fame are nothing more than burdens to him that can easily be let go. I should have known better..."
"Only the weak will speculate on other people's thoughts and hope to gain life." Sylvanus turned the last fallen patrolman into a puppet. The magic power shuttled between the opponent's bones and flesh. It stood up again and picked up the previous order. 's boss. "When we have equal status, we call this exchange. Uncle Derrida. Since you are better at the former, I don't think you will use any backbone to test my patience, right?"
The director still wanted to resist: "If Bai Zhizhi comes back..."
"...If the White Envoy comes back, you will be dead a long time ago, I can guarantee this. So you'd better hope that he doesn't come back. Anyway, he won't come to save you group of pests, and I know that Every means you use to deal with criminals." He reminded, "Where are Anhar and the envoy from the Affairs Department?"
Since breaking through the Red Wall until now, Silvanus has not sensed Anhal's position. The unmobilized city garrison collapsed at the first touch, and Anhal did not even show his face. This is quite weird. The Affairs Department only requires the local nobles to obey the tower, but it has many restrictions on the managers it sends. If Anhar Edin escapes before the city is breached, he will face the fate of having a bounty placed on his head throughout Croyta.
"The son of the city lord disappeared. The local astrologer concluded that he was dead, so Anhal went to the church to pray for his son's soul." With his life in the hands of others, Derrida did not dare to say anything. "I was the one who sounded the alarm and gathered people to form a defense line. The city lord never showed up."
The leader knew that Anhal believed in the goddess Lucia. Perhaps this was the reason why he was transferred to the City of Mist by the headquarters. But it doesn't matter, it's useless if this guy runs away anyway. "What about the other messenger?"
"Agatha Poirot, she is also in the church. That woman is just a patrol officer at the headquarters, but she somehow got in touch with people from the Gaia Church."
Even in war, the church is a special presence. At the same time, given Ms. Lametta's mysterious profession as a law wizard, Silvanus did not want to get into trouble with the Gaia Church. "Let her hide inside. The new Lord of San Carlos asked Father Thurber to temporarily close the staircase. I believe he will be happy to help."
It seems that the overall situation has been decided, and only the work of cleaning up the inner city is left. The leader looked back at the red wall from the tower, the long night light shone on every roof, and the mist had no companion here. Snow flakes kept falling, and under the thin gray, the resistance of the city garrison had weakened to its lowest point. A few soldiers were hiding in the alleys, using the terrain to escape. Gradually, only his puppets were able to faithfully carry out his orders. The mercenaries followed Tobais to ransack the houses and loosen the collars of the slaves. Several peons, beggars and thieves joined the soldiers to fight for a woman, and the two strongest men pulled out the came out on top, while the losers set her house on fire while waiting. This is not quite in line with the slogan of justice, but it is barely enough to compensate for the oppression they have endured for many years. The leader looked away.
It's a pity that he missed the most intense moment of the battle at the beginning, and Tobais could only report the situation to him wearing a ridiculous summer cloak: the militia team was charging forward, and there was no one left. A mercenary group led by a pair of brothers used a battering ram to break down the door. The inner-city rats collude with the Sheriff's Department's Nightingales to sabotage the shuttle station, and their gangsters are beating the hell out of a wealthy businessman's treasure trove.
"There is bad news that I think you must know." Tobais's shiny beard showed patient grief, "Rasputin is dead. He was hit by a flying spear while transporting crossbows, and came here His compatriots only found his body. There is no doubt that he must have wanted to see San Carlos liberated as soon as possible, so he went to the front line less than ten yards from the red wall to personally deliver supplies."
Even when facing Bai Zhizhi, his mood was not as bad as now. "We will mourn him." Even if Silvanus didn't believe his lies at all, he had to show his generosity. "Did anyone see how he, a quartermaster, got to the front line?"
"I haven't found a chance to ask questions yet, my lord. Rasputin's soldiers are either dead or mixed up with other troops. The questioning will be a huge undertaking, and I would rather carry the coffin."
"Then start with your Nightingale Team. I hope you can give me the answer as soon as possible."
"It's not very efficient." Tobais complained and left in the snow.
I should deal with this murderer. Silvanus thought to himself, otherwise he would sooner or later provoke the devil. The leader can tolerate Tobais's small moves to eliminate dissidents, but he is not yet sure whether the thief realizes the significance of the Nameless One to his side. If he doesn't, I'll send him to see his old enemy Rasputin. Sylvanus made up his mind. The battle has been settled, and the nightingales are of little use compared to the demons.
As the destruction of the inner city continued, Sylvanus considered whether to order an end to the war. Now this place should be regarded as his private property, and it must be developed carefully. Especially since the guys wreaking havoc in the city are demons. Compared with the puppets who focused on hunting down the defeated prisoners and the soldiers who robbed women of their property, this group of long-repressed madmen had no specific goals and instead frightened the enemy even more. All they want is to vent their long-simmering hatred and anger on the patrol cavalry and demon hunters. The havoc wreaked by madmen has always been extraordinary.
Originally, he was worried about this when he refused to send people from large secret societies to help, but now it seems that these wandering demons are more closely connected with each other than he imagined. This is simply impossible. Silvanus suspected that the Nameless Ones had also formed an association or mutual aid organization in San Carlos itself.
The snow is getting heavier and heavier, and this is the first snow of the Frost Moon this year in San Carlos. Fortunately, the weather was not cold, and the noble palace was as warm as spring. He walked alone to the gorgeous banquet hall and sat on the main seat without hesitation. Soon, Derrida was dragged to the dining table by the witchcraft puppet, and the city lord Anhal could not escape. A demon that could travel short distances through space took him back to his courtyard. After witnessing his wife being thrown to wild dogs, Anhal Edin was in a daze and could not even utter a curse word.
"Last night, my loyal companion Tobais captured a group of demon hunters." The leader said, "The leader is named Peris Edin. He was surprised to see me. It seems that you didn't tell him anything. "
Anhar said nothing, looking at him with a look of unrealistic hope. Silvanus didn't mind his silence, because this was probably just the beginning: "You can give up, Mr. Aydin. Peris died happily. You know, I originally planned to retaliate in kind and let them experience the burning torture."
Anyone could see that Anhar's hopes were dashed. "You devil!" he hissed, "Peris was your friend."
"Don't think that I don't know the differences between his 'friends'." Silvanus saw through this bunch of arrogant rubbish early on. "I am just a cloak for him to earn fame. I only wear it under the eyes of others." . Maybe he originally had sincerity, but you made him become like you. In this way, you killed him... That's enough, I'm not here to discuss these things with you." He put up his legs and changed A comfortable position. "According to the requirements of the Secretary of State for San Carlos, I cannot kill you. But now you should also know that their requirements are nothing to me. My laws and justice have no place for you."
As expected, Anhar looked sarcastic. The leader was not affected, "But before accepting punishment, I want you to repent for your sins."
"To Lucia?" he asked with a sneer.
"To San Carlos," said the chief, "you owe him this."
"I'm afraid it's to you and your false flag. I owed debts, but I paid them off one by one. Not one of the contracts was for myself. Sylvanus, have you had enough of playing house?"
"My flag is carried by many brothers," he told him, not wanting to say too much. Time is running out, and the magic of black magic wraps around his fingers. The taunts of losers are not worth mentioning. "And you will plead guilty like a girl's doll, Anhal Edin. Who gave you such a choice."
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