in2ebook Chapter 306 Where is my Hero's Sword?
Chapter 306 Where is my Hero's Sword?
Chapter 306 Where is my Hero's Sword?
"Good! He believed it, they believed it!"
"What did I say? Don't underestimate the imagination of these smart people."
"Your Majesty, Blood God, Lord of the Styx, my mission is complete!"
In a dimly lit, secret room where no detectors could find them, three figures were celebrating, with intelligence reports scattered haphazardly on the table.
There were secret letters from other spies, as well as newspapers that had been deliberately cut out.
Not long ago, the three members of the Five Fingers received news that their scheme had worked.
The church not only thwarted their planned uprising, but also made a series of troop movements.
Although these were all carried out in secret, the scheduling itself would have a series of effects, and it was from these aspects that Five Fingers' intelligence network deduced the church's movements.
Unless the Church can, like the Blood God Cult, spread a vast net of law throughout the North, setting up information filters for everyone in the North to prevent the leakage of most relevant information.
But this is almost impossible, because the Church of the Seven Holy Spirits cannot completely put aside its divisions, nor do they have a leader to suppress the whole situation and promote something that would cause such great damage to freedom.
The North's current situation is largely due to Mordecai; one could say he's only a hair's breadth away from being a tyrant.
He doesn't have the same desire for pleasure as most ordinary people, and he won't harm ordinary people for his own pleasure. Most of the decisions he makes are for the sake of the development of his power.
"All indications suggest that the church has moved some of its troops to the western mountains; our operation can now be completed."
"Send the message back, yes, use a one-time encrypted channel, don't be stingy."
A five-fingered spy retrieved the so-called encrypted channel, which was actually a bright red ruby that was almost bewitching.
According to the scribes within the Blood God Cult, the so-called encrypted channel is actually the blood of the Styx River; carrying it will subject one to the gaze of the Styx River.
For the followers of the Blood God Cult, this was naturally an honor, but for others, it was a curse and a corruption.
"By the God of Blood..."
""
After a prayerful recitation, the ruby dimmed and lost its power.
But the five-fingered spy still kept it close to his body, treating it with great care.
"Message delivered. Now, let's complete our final mission."
They weren't just preparing one riot; the one that was extinguished before it even started was just a smokescreen.
This was the happiest time the bishop had experienced in recent times.
There's no need to pay attention to the endless invasion of oblivion, nor to fight against a Death Curse Monarch who is stronger than oneself.
There were no riots by the lower classes, nor any reports of espionage activities by the Five Fingers.
The church took his report very seriously. After verification, it was indeed confirmed that an impending riot had been thwarted, and the church decided to send troops to the west to prevent the Blood God Cult from succeeding.
Now that I think about it, the expeditionary force should have already crossed the teleportation array and arrived at the front-line stronghold.
The bishop hummed softly and, accompanied by several attendants, headed towards the cathedral.
"By the way, the streets are so quiet today."
He remarked casually, and the attendant beside him immediately chimed in, "Yes, there aren't any rioters on the streets like before."
"They were probably all wiped out."
The bishop had barely finished speaking when he abruptly stopped, struck dumb by the Pope's command.
"Is there a riot in my parish?"
Damn it, the Five Fingers Spy is still chasing me!
"Why can't all the spies and mobs in Five Fingers die?"
Enrage contorted the bishop's face. "This is no ordinary mob; we must strike hard!"
He had to rush back immediately and send out his friars to send them all to heaven.
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A piercing sound suddenly rang out, and the bishop's left foot, which had just stepped out, came to an abrupt halt, a feeling of unease welling up inside him for no apparent reason.
At that moment, he felt death brush past him.
Indeed, if he hadn't stopped in time, he would have stepped into the raging river.
The River Styx, filthy and defiled, broke through the barriers of reality and flowed from the distant North to the Middle-earth.
Wherever it flows, it is polluted by the Styx water that seeps into the ground, becoming part of the sea of blood.
The bishop stared blankly at the road blocked by the River Styx for a moment, then instinctively took two steps back.
"Stirring, what are you stirring?"
Where did this stinking ditch-like river come from? How could it possibly make him feel like he was doomed?
"In the name of the River Styx, we will annihilate those weaklings who dare to block our path!"
War cries rang out one after another, and blood mist swirled above the river. Tall, horned figures with bat wings on their backs, who looked unlike humans, flew out from the blood mist.
They are often covered in scales, their bodies exhibit varying degrees of dragon-like characteristics, and they carry weapons much larger than themselves. Beneath their scarlet, dragon-like vertical pupils lies a frenzy of slaughter and a contradictory rationality that suppresses it.
Although these half-dragons looked terrifying, they did not attack the fleeing civilians. Their eyes remained fixed on the approaching Christian army, and they swooped down on them without hesitation.
"Heretical demon...!"
Anger flared in the bishop's eyes as he raised a finger and pointed it at the nearest half-dragon.
Although the Church of Life is named after life, it is actually concerned with life and death, so the bishops also understand death.
The Death Finger shot out, the green light landing squarely on the half-dragon's chest. As his life force leaked out, a tremendous force immediately sent him flying.
"Amazing vitality; it withstood my deadly finger strike and didn't die."
The bishop sneered, about to deliver the final blow, when he noticed that the half-dragon had regained its footing, taken out a communicator, and muttered a few words.
The next instant, the bishop felt the threat of death once again.
He subconsciously looked up and saw several fiery meteors tracing graceful arcs, tearing through the blood mist, and crashing down on him.
Logically speaking, even a salvo from a Nautilus airship formation would at most injure him, far from killing him outright.
However, these few physical bullets put him in a life-or-death crisis.
Who is this expert who can produce such a physical projectile?
The bishop dared not take the blow head-on, and with a swift movement, he appeared a hundred meters away.
Before he could even catch his breath, the bullets seemed to have eyes, adjusting their trajectory on their own and still hurtling towards the ground near him.
The bullet exploded, spraying out a cloud of blood that stained the entire block crimson.
Just as he breathed a sigh of relief, the bishop suddenly clutched his throat, his face turning ashen and the veins on his arms bulging.
"There's something in the fog!"
In the fog, countless Styx worms swarmed toward the bishop, burrowing into his limbs and bones, plundering his immense life force.
Before long, his skin was filled with Styx worms, and even his soul was completely sucked away.
The Styx worm crawled out from his mouth and nose, and his whole body turned into an empty shell, his flesh and blood hollowed out, and he collapsed to the ground.
On the wide river in the distance, the outline of the giant ship appeared and disappeared intermittently.
The observers on board the ship immediately confirmed the situation and reported the death of the immortal.
"The target energy band has disappeared. We have successfully put an immortal into permanent silence."
"Well done! As expected of His Majesty the Blood God's messenger, the immortals are no match for them."
"Continue to suppress the enemy's positions with firepower. Make sure to raze that Church of Life to the ground. Also, remember to send someone to deal with that Sword of the Warrior."
This city is somewhat special. Not only does it house a grand cathedral of the Church of Life, but it also has a large stone in the square with the sword of a hero stuck in it.
The word spread among the citizens that only a true hero could pull out the sword, a rumor that was endorsed by the Church of Life.
Therefore, the sword and the stone were the Blood God Cult's second most important targets in this attack, after the Church of Life.
Several giant ships fired continuously, and the solid projectiles fired by the railguns exploded into thick blood mist. The sounds of explosions and shrieks echoed through the city and lingered for a long time.
In less than ten minutes, the city's landmark building—the Church of Life—was smashed to pieces by artillery fire.
The colorful stained-glass windows were shattered into pieces, and the solemn and sacred statues were tainted by the blood mist, losing their divine power, and were finally blown into pieces of rubble.
Just as required by the Blood God Cult's strategic objectives, the entire church was razed to the ground, and the sinful flames of blood burned fiercely on the ruins, completely incinerating the last remaining dregs of faith.
"Not enough."
On the flagship, the commander in charge of the operation spoke coldly.
"This land has been occupied by the Life Sect for too long, and their faith has penetrated into the marrow of everyone's bones. This may become a hidden danger for our sect."
"You mean...?"
...?
"Release the Alpha-type Chiral crystals and let the torrential rain wash away the faith in the hearts of the citizens."
At his command, the giant ship slowly adjusted the angle of the railgun.
After several sharp explosions, the crystalline dust sent into the sky spread outwards, enveloping the entire city.
A torrential downpour began.
Citizens who had been hiding in shelters were now seemingly bewitched and unknowingly went outdoors to be baptized by the torrential rain.
Their bodies remained unchanged, but some of their memories quickly disappeared.
In the end, they had forgotten what the Life Cult was all about.
"The rainstorm guidance has been completed and is expected to last for three hours."
"There's a problem with the Sword of the Hero; our people can't destroy it, let alone pull it out."
"Tell them to set up the artillery guidance and use railguns to bombard it directly."
The railgun adjusted its angle again, pointing its muzzle toward the plaza where the Sword of Heroes was located.
"The railgun is ready, and the firing guidance is in place."
"What are we waiting for? Let's blow them up!"
The solid projectile, accelerated by electromagnetic force and carrying immense kinetic energy, crashed headlong into the Warrior's Sword in the center of the plaza.
Bang!
Dust flew everywhere.
The half-dragon, who was temporarily acting as an observer for the artillery fire, brushed away the dust, glanced at the target location, and had a somewhat strange expression.
"The hero's sword is shattered, but the stone base is completely unharmed," he reported truthfully.
"Is that so? Step back a bit, then fire a few more shots at it and see."
The commander gave the order again, and several more shells were fired at the square.
As the observer watched the shell plummet downwards, the stone base seemed to react to the threat, and a magic circle suddenly lit up on its surface.
A blinding magical light flashed, and the observer, squinting, calmly reported, "A magic circle has appeared on the surface of the base, seemingly channeling some kind of... summoning spell?"
Suddenly, the magic array shone brightly, and at the same time, the cannonballs slammed into the surface of the stone base.
Another round of explosions rang out. The observer raised his dragon-shaped arm to shield himself from the flying dust, but his squinted eyes peered intently through the gaps at the shelling site.
"That was...a person?"
As he saw, although the stone base was mostly destroyed, the summoning was still completed, and the blurry figure was the result of the summoning.
Once the dust settled and his vision cleared again, the full figure came into view.
Standing on the pedestal was a black-haired boy dressed in modern clothes. He had a handsome face, a tall and straight figure, and pupils that looked like burning gold, exuding an air of majesty and dominance.
"Damn it, how did I summon a modern city dweller?"
The observer wasn't a country bumpkin; he had been on a business trip to Stix for a while and couldn't possibly not recognize this style of dress.
He observed the boy, who noticed him and frowned, saying with disgust, "Another demon king? What kind of demon is it this time?"
The boy shook his head, a hint of disdain naturally appearing between his brows.
"Forget it, the kind doesn't matter. All demon kings will eventually fall under my sword. Sword, come!"
With a long howl, he struck what he thought was a very cool pose, his clothes fluttering as he made a fist with his right hand, as if he were about to grasp something in his hand.
One second, two seconds, three seconds... until the full tenth second, there was still no movement.
The boy was a little embarrassed. He noticed that the observer's expression was getting increasingly strange, and a hint of anger flashed across his face.
Where is my hero's sword?
"They're everywhere on the ground," the observer kindly pointed out.
He then noticed that the Stone of Destiny beneath his feet had been blasted to half its original size, and the Hero's Sword, which should have been stuck in it, had vanished.
"How is this possible? The Stone of Destiny and the Hero's Sword are indestructible, how could they be destroyed?"
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Seeing that the boy seemed to be in a trance, the observer sighed, "Alas, I never expected to summon a madman."
Fortunately, the next round of shelling should be coming soon, so he doesn't need to worry about his intelligence being contaminated.
The shell broke the sound barrier and hurtled straight at the boy.
Only then did the boy belatedly look up, his expression freezing as he stared at the dozen or so shells in the sky.
"Damn it, when did this continent develop artillery...?"
""
The only response he received was a deafening roar.
It wasn't until the observer pulled his battered body out that they realized the man was still alive, but severely injured and had lost most of his strength.
"Truly a legendary longevity king... Should we execute him on the spot, or bring him back to the cult for inspection?"
"Take him here... no, take him back to the cult. The cult leader wants to ask him some questions."
Upon hearing this, the observer looked at the boy with a hint of pity... a crocodile-tears-like pity.
After carefully cleaning up the battlefield and ensuring that the stone base was completely destroyed, he led the prisoners back to the giant ship and handed them over.
"Interesting. Why would a being from another world be summoned here by the pedestal?"
Modi personally descended onto the giant ship, turning the boy over and over, completely disregarding his worsening injuries.
"This body seems to exist in two states. One is the current state, and the other is still unclear. I'll have to wait until I find the switch... I found it. I'll press it."
A moment later, the boy's eyes widened, his back arched, and he thrashed about like a fish, his breath weakening drastically.
"Huh? I switched to normal mode?"
Modi was stunned for a moment, then immediately began to provide first aid.
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