Chapter 332: Rampage (Part 2)

  "Where has Inham gone all this time?"

  "I'm not too sure either. Inham just told me he had some urgent private matters to attend to and left," Bishop Adela answered, bowing his head.

  Pope looked around him. In the grand hall, the images on the dozens of crystal balls that originally showed various scenes from the Barbarian Highlands had all gone dark. Without the direction of a mage, the Eagle Eye puppets could not operate for long.

  "Urgent private matters?" Pope mused, unsure if it was because of this extraordinary period that he felt somewhat uneasy.

  He understood very well the energy this half-subordinate, half-ally possessed. Although he seemed to be alone, without any massive power base, what he could accomplish was absolutely more and greater than any force.

  Especially now, at a time when the relationship with this ally had become very subtle, cooperation with him was necessary, but even more so was guarding against him. Even though this precaution seemed a bit excessive, it was still necessary.

  "Have him back as soon as possible."

  "But Your Majesty, I don't know where he is right now..."

  "If you don't know, then find a way. I know you must have a method. Don't you?" Pope gave Bishop Adela a sidelong glance, then looked back at the crystal balls and said lightly, "Remind him that Bishop Javi has been feeling unwell recently, unable to eat, and we are helpless. He might need to come and see..."

  "But Your Majesty... I really don't know..."

  "Don't worry. Perhaps he will be back soon after finishing those urgent matters. He should know that with Bishop Javi's condition, he probably won't last much longer," Pope said coldly.

  "It seems we won't have to wait much longer," Inham said, looking at the crystal ball.

  In the crystal ball, the streets of Oufu were filled with running orcs. Although sound could not be transmitted, just by seeing the scene, one could feel the deafening, ear-splitting howls of the orcs, full of killing intent, and the incredible clamor. Large units of fully armed werewolves and ogres were assembling. The armor on their bodies and the huge weapons in their hands reflected a ferocious glint under the sun. Every single one was a terrifying weapon capable of instantly turning an ordinary person into a pulp.

  There were also Half-Orcs herding giant Scale Oxen. Wolf riders and Wyverns danced in the sky. These animals were also agitated by the killing intent and foul stench in the air, howling. The entire Oufu was like a giant bomb about to explode, ready to be triggered at any moment.

  In such an atmosphere, of course, no one would notice a few small birds hidden in the shadows of the eaves of tall buildings. These small animals were also motionless, as if dead, just quietly watching everything outside with lifeless eyes.

  "It's a shame that Mr. Sedros's last wish cannot be fulfilled for the time being. At least for now, we can't inform them that the Eagle Eye puppets are spying on them... It made you break your long-standing principle. I am truly sorry. But they will discover it sooner or later anyway."

  "I've already broken enough principles now. I had once decided not to kill anyone anymore." Aunt El also looked at the crystal ball lightly. Although she had always seemed calm, there was now something different in her eyes. "So this time, you'd better pray that everything goes smoothly. I can even feel that I'm a bit abnormal myself."

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  "I know you're not in a good mood, but in another day or two at most, our dear orc friends will set off... Coincidentally, that's basically my limit. If I disappear for too long in the current environment, Magnus definitely won't be very pleased... But as long as Oufu starts to move, there shouldn't be any major problems with Celeste. I will ensure everything goes smoothly there. The only thing left is the matter of that sister."

  "Give me a teleportation scroll to Celeste," Aunt El said suddenly.

  "I'm sorry, I can't," Inham shook his head.

  "I am not negotiating with you now." Aunt El's voice turned cold. Previously, it was just detached; now it was as cold and hard as a knife.

  "I'm sorry, but everything now is within the scope of negotiation. Because this deal is too big, big enough to engulf us all." Inham shrugged, the smile on his face unchanged.

  "I don't like being led by the nose. And, my patience with you is gradually reaching its limit..." Aunt El's gaze on Bishop Inham grew sharper, like a red-hot needle. "You should believe that I have at least a hundred ways to make your life a living hell."

  "You should also believe that this is no good for anyone." Inham looked at Aunt El. His gaze was not sharp, nor did it have any intimidating power, but no matter how strong or fierce Aunt El's aura was, he was like a bottomless abyss, with no reaction at all.

  The two of them stared at each other like this for a long while. Finally, Inham took a scroll from his robes. "I cannot give you the scroll to Celeste, but here is another one, which might be just as useful to you. You don't need to say I'm constraining you. In truth, none of us are doing this for ourselves, but we also don't care much about our own lives."

  The Radiant Citadel.

  "You're finally back. How is it? Have you finished your private business?" Pope looked at the just-returned Bishop Inham, sighing in relief slightly as he asked.

  "Thank you for your concern, Your Majesty. It has been mostly taken care of." Inham bowed and nodded to the Pope. "I can now prepare to activate the Eagle Eye puppets..."

  "Hmm, there's no need to rush. Bishop Javi's health is not good. Go see him first. With your care, I believe he will get well soon."

  "Thank you, Your Majesty... It's just that I have a matter I hope Your Majesty can grant."

  "Oh? Tell me about it." Pope was a little surprised. Inham had never made any demands or asked for anything from him before.

  "The remains of those two Death Knights... I hope you can give them to me."

  "You want that? For what?" Pope was slightly taken aback. These two monsters, created by the most profound Necromancy, were indeed works of magical art, but their significance in his hands was completely different from their significance in the hands of a Necromancer. He had to consider it carefully.

  "A friend of mine is very interested in the study of this type of magic. He promised that if I give them to him, he will find a way to treat my son's injuries. Although it's impossible to cure him completely, at least he can be a little better than he is now. So... please give me those two Death Knights, Your Majesty. I will forever be grateful for your great kindness and virtue..."

  "Say no more. Take them. I hope your friend can really cure Bishop Javi. I also look forward to seeing him stand up again," Pope nodded. This person he had always been on guard against had actually yielded and pleaded. This surprised him, but also reassured him somewhat. It seemed to indicate that the other person had, in his heart, truly accepted his position below the Pope.

  Most importantly, now was the time he was needed most. As long as this period passed smoothly and the plan was carried out successfully... such a dangerous person need not remain in this world. And the time for the plan's execution was not far off. In such a short time, he couldn't pull any tricks. He had also seen Javi's injuries. There was absolutely no one in the world who could heal such wounds. Forget making him stand up; just letting him wake up for a little while could be considered a miracle.

  In the sacred and magnificent The Radiant Citadel, even the basement was so clean, dry, and bright, like a room in a mid-range inn.

  Javi lay on a soft bed in the basement. He had been lying there for a long time, and perhaps would spend the rest of his life lying there.

  Strictly speaking, what he had on his body were not injuries, but a dead knot into which Sandro had twisted and kneaded all of his bodily functions, vitality, and tissues with Necromancy. His bones and muscles were indistinguishable from each other. In some places, the functions of blood vessels and nerves were completely reversed. The liver participated in respiration, and the lungs could digest food. Yet, this dead knot could self-perpetuate in an endless cycle, not truly dying. Even all his consciousness and mental strength were twisted into a ball by Necromancy.

  No one could say he was dead, but no one could be sure if he was truly still alive.

  "This is a gift for those he killed, and for those you killed." This was the line Sandro left on his back.

  Only when looking at Javi did the charming smile that usually hung on Inham's face completely disappear, replaced by an inescapable sadness and helplessness.

  The bodies of the two Death Knights had been delivered. On that day, they were cut in two by the Archangel's Decapitating Greatsword. If one only considered this bisection, such an injury would be no different from a small cut on a finger for two truly undead monsters. But the most important thing was that they were not severed by an ordinary weapon, but by a Decapitating Greatsword condensed from substantiated white magic.

  That Archangel was condensed from the spiritual sustenance of countless faiths, as well as the magical power and mental energy left behind by over a hundred top-tier white mages after their deaths in The Radiant Citadel. At that time, the white magic alone that filled the air was enough to bring people back from the dead as if they had received a top-tier healing spell, not to mention the Decapitating Greatsword, which was condensed from that mental and magical power—the strongest, most intense, and most destructive force.

  No matter how profound the secret arts left by Archibald, or how masterful Valthor's Necromancy, they could not contend with this power that transcended humanity. What was severed in one stroke under the Decapitating Greatsword was not just the bodies of the two Death Knights, but also the magical structure within them. The bodies, originally filled with Necromancy, were thoroughly cleansed by the immense white magic contained in that single strike. Now, they were no longer two Death Knights, merely two exceptionally well-crafted and powerful bodies.

  "I'm counting on you, Teacher Stephen," Inham bowed to the ground to the old man who had entered with him.