Defying the Fate of Beheading-Chapter 623 - 332: Feed Emperor Lao Deng a bite? Jianqi’s [Ten Fingers]_2

"Support, why not support? As long as it's against the Abyssal Church, our Furnace Castle has to lend a hand."

"Do we need to use the mountain cannon?"

Muradin looked at his deputy as if he were an idiot: "What are you talking about, the big guy is reserved for the Pirate Islands, we'll just pick up our hammers and go."

"Yes!"

...

The focus returns to Louis and his group.

When Beatrice withdrew from the spiritual command state, she let out a long sigh.

"What's wrong? We had zero casualties, right? That's a great achievement."

Seeing Beatrice's somewhat melancholy expression, Louis asked curiously.

She said, "I was just thinking, if we had these means earlier, would we have suffered fewer losses in past battles."

Louis said, "Just focus on the present. I noticed you seem to have some thoughts on the remaining forces."

Beatrice nodded and said, "Louis, I want to allocate some of the slots to arrange for my father. Is that okay?"

"As long as you're happy, it doesn't make much difference to me. But are you really not planning to use these slots to expand your influence?"

The slots from the Arsenal Contract can increase the foundation of any Nine-Sword professional.

Although now many martial techniques only maintain the basic usage methods, if one wishes to further their studies, they can apply to the Arsenal.

Upon Louis' approval, the more advanced knowledge and skills of a single martial technique will be imparted.

In a short period, you might not see much difference, but over ten or twenty years, the fighting strength of a Nine-Sword professional who contracted with the Arsenal will surpass other professionals by more than one level.

Or rather...

Put another way, why out of all Star Continent professions, only the spellcasters are called "the Law"?

That's the result of one generation strengthening the spellcasters with the magic web.

Louis' Arsenal is the same.

She has a premonition that maybe a thousand years, no, a hundred years later, when people mention Louis, they will reverently exclaim "Martial God."

So what Louis said is correct.

The importance of the Arsenal slots to those who truly understand its value among Nine-Sword professionals is self-evident.

Although now Beatrice is a true Regent King and has begun to take over various imperial affairs, power is a public tool, and for her just taking the throne, it takes time to exert full strength.

Louis initially intended to use the Arsenal slots to help her accelerate her progress.

But Beatrice having her own arrangements is fine too.

Moreover... he can guess why it's given to the Emperor to handle.

"Hope that after His Majesty receives the slots, it can lighten his burden a bit."

Enhancing soldiers' strength through the Arsenal is one thing, increasing their cooperation ability to better withstand the impact of abyssal demons, and reduce the Emperor's pressure, that's the point.

"Hopefully, yes." Beatrice's eyes flashed a hint of worry, but quickly suppressed it and said, "We've nearly finished our cleanup here, next we check out the opponent really worth our attention."

"Mm." Louis lightly pinched her cheek, saying amid her playful smile, "Let's go, to the Pirate Islands."

That was their destination for this trip.

...

Outer ring of the Pirate Islands.

Dozens of black-robed figures gathered together, their expressions solemn, saying:

"We should retreat, staying longer will put us in danger too."

The people gathered here were all top executives of the Abyssal Church branch.

They had actually known through spies half a month ago about the possibility of being captured.

But knowing and escaping are two different things.

It's not just the coastal countries focusing on the Fallen Star Sea.

There's also a group they deeply hate, the faithful of the True God Churches.

"Damn it, if it weren't for Lokeshi's side, that damned prophet summoning a massive number of churches, our actions wouldn't be so restricted."

"Can't evade, simply can't, I sent confidants to try infiltrating small countries, but were found by a divine art scanning evil just as they reached the wild."

Compared to ordinary professionals, Evil God Cultists are even more helpless against the priests and holy knights of the True God Churches.

The power of True Gods is innately restraining evil, and over the years on Star Continent, they have developed a systematic approach to fight evil.

These methods don't shift because of their shouting or cursing, instead landing even harsher blows upon seeing Evil God Cultists.

"We can't leave, the gate is not fully open yet, if we can't open the Gate of the Abyss, even if we escape their pursuit, we'll be destroyed by the higher-ups."

A division executive said gravely: "We have no choice, we can only stay on the island, waiting for the Gate of the Abyss to open."

But still, some Abyssal Cultists wavered.

Terrified, one said, "You guys stay if you like, I'm out, now if I run, I'll be hunted later by the higher-ups, but if I don't run, I'll just die here."

After finishing, he took out a magic artifact preparing to dive into the sea and leave.

However, before he could enter the water, his body halted, spurting a mouthful of fresh blood.

Looking down at the hand protruding through his chest, he was horrified to realize his body was rapidly growing cold.

Behind him, a high-ranking member, expression deranged, said: "If you want to interrupt my God's plan, why not let me, a loyal lamb, send you ahead to worship our Supreme Lord."

Some at the scene shuddered slightly.

Someone's eyes flashed disbelief: "Why is it you?"

The church high-ranker who killed once again resumed a gentle smile: "Why couldn't it be me?"

Everyone felt the hair on their scalp stand on end.

It was well-known that there weren't many normal people among the top ranks of the Abyssal Church.

But not many doesn't mean none.

Many join the Abyssal Church purely for profit, of course, they wouldn't be willing to sacrifice for the God's ideals like those fanatics.

This situation is especially obvious among the headquarters' hierarchy.

But the leaders of the Fallen Star Sea division had died before this encirclement began.

Killed by a Knight of the Scorching Sun from the Sunset Church.

The sunlight that bloomed on the sea burned the fanatic branch head to ashes.

The remaining ones didn't have much allegiance to the Abyssal Church, prioritizing their own lives was the proper course.

The high-ranking who acted earlier was known among them as a profit-first individual.

While the branch head was alive, he had criticized him more than once for lacking reverence for God.

Yet, when some wanted to flee, he did not hesitate to act.

The deranged look in his eyes unmistakably told them this guy was actually a fanatic of the Abyssal Church too.

The high-ranking looked warmly at the frightened division heads, saying:

"Wait a minute, I'm the person in charge of this Abyssal Eye action, the real branch head."

He pulled out a badge from his collar, waving it before everyone saying:

"Headquarters had long predicted you'd encounter difficulties, so I came."

In a normal force, hearing this would make those below jump for joy since it meant they could be saved.

But this is the Abyssal Church...

This act was tantamount to announcing that from the start, headquarters hadn't trusted the branch's followers even a bit.

——and it proved their speculation correct.

To let the branch heads abuse the Abyssal Church's power, and live at ease on the Pirate Islands, enslaving pirates, toying with courtesans, they'd certainly be eager as can be.

Even if opening the Gate of the Abyss could mean demon attacks, they didn't care.

Because they could have ordinary followers open the gate while they stayed back and watched the spectacle; after all, it wouldn't be them dying.

But if asked to fight against national armies and battle to the death with the priests and holy knights of the True God Churches, how could they not flee?

——Oh, indeed, they might not need to flee, as long as headquarters made arrangements in advance.

"Useless trash, I am the Ninth Finger of Jianqi's Ten Fingers, here on orders to oversee your completion."

He smiled kindly, but there was no warmth in his gaze.

"You have two choices: one, die here by my hands now. Two, proceed with the Abyssal Eye plan."

Spreading his arms as if to welcome, he smiled serenely saying:

"Ladies and gentlemen, now it's your turn to choose."