MTL - Don’t Confiscate My Citizenship-Chapter 513 The Ice Witch understood the seriousness of the matter

Chapter 513 The Ice Witch understands the seriousness of the matter

There are cracks in the city wall on the southern border, the towers are crumbling, and the winding streets are in a mess. The once vibrant buildings and squares have been reduced to ruins in the tremors, and the stone pillars in the sand are still collapsing and sinking layer by layer.

Salomon, whose body was covered with stab wounds, and whose black robe was stained with blood, although weak, finally reached the city gate, with a blazing flame of victory burning in his eyes.

 But all this was completely reversed when Loren's figure was clearly seen.

 The moonlight fades into the shadows.

　　The shouts echoing in the crowd seemed like undead spirits that could not escape the entanglement.

Salomon hugged his head and almost scratched his scalp.

 Throughout the city, he could only hear calls for Loren.

These sounds were like roaring thunder, echoing in Salomon's ears, almost confusing his wrinkled brain.

 He seemed to be followed by a group of high priests of destruction who were completely brainwashed into strange creatures under the blood moon.

Have you escaped already? he does not know.

 There are no answers in this darkness.

Salomon was full of fear all the way and wanted to escape from this strange South Wantina territory. He fled to the city gate and was about to see the figure of the cardinal who was fighting with Somerset. Instead, what he saw was a man who how could he Someone I didn’t expect either.

 The brilliance of the Gods and the magic power that shakes the world are undoubtedly Loren!

At this moment, Salomon only felt the endless fate and the undeliverable message.

Salomon did not dare to think back to the guy who spoke to him in the northwest area of ​​the city-state before. Every bit of analysis in his brain made his hair stand on end.

That thing in the northwest district is undoubtedly very strong, and it has an aura that is no less than that of the Bishop of Destruction.

Maybe Loren has obtained some ancient forbidden spell, which allows him to split into two and direct and act on his own. On the surface, he is a kind and upright great priest, but secretly, he is the black hand that controls the situation on the entire continent, no matter the kingdom or the empire. Or the Resurrection Church Vampires, they are just pawns of the great priest!

Salomon looked up, and the sincerely confused look in Loren's eyes in the distance made Salomon even more frightened.

This person had clearly just played tricks on him in the northwest district of the city-state, and now when they met again, he could still maintain his flawless acting skills and act out the image of a hero and idol in front of the people of the Kingdom of Hutton.

 It was as if he was not worried about the truth and the conspiracy being exposed at all, and was laughing at Salomon, a **** who was unable to resist.

 “Salomon…”

The Marquis of Somerset, who was outside the border of South Wantina, immediately understood something when he saw Salomon's expression and state.

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 The eighth ancestor, the Marquis of Somerset, clicked his tongue.

Whether the mission succeeds or fails, the arrival of Salomon, the Son of Destruction, is a signal that it is time to retreat.

The barrier led by Nan Wantina was restored soon.

Faced with the increasingly powerful Loren, saving the Son of Destruction, whose magic power was in extremely poor condition, would not change anything.

Moreover, for some reason, the Son of Destruction seemed to have suffered a mental breakdown just now and completely lost his will to fight. If he were to save him by force, he would probably be sold by the Son of Destruction and take advantage of him.

The Vampires are not afraid of fighting a war of attrition with their opponents, but they are afraid of being **** by their opponents until daytime.

 The best choice right now is to give up the Son of Destruction, use the Son of Destruction as bait, and evacuate as soon as possible!

The Marquis of Somerset immediately chose to turn away from the border of the South Wantina Territory and turned into a red comet straight into the Knox Mountains.

　　　…”

 Loren is not eager to fight. It is best if the enemy is willing to retreat.

 So.

Loren could only look back at Salomon, the Son of Destruction.

His eyes looked like he couldn't understand what was happening at the moment, and he could only look to Salomon for answers.

 “…Loren!!”

Realizing that the eighth ancestor, the Marquis of Somerset, had evacuated without hesitation, and that he was the only one left at the city gate, fear and resentment intertwined into bloodshot eyes in Salomon's eyes.

 Why does Loren appear in the Northern Continent?

 Why are there new cardinals?

  Why does Loren's course of action always resemble that of the new bishop?

 It turns out that all of this is just a stage set up for the birth of a hero!

 The general trend of the world can be controlled by one black and one white.

But what if the chess player on the black and white chessboard is one person?

 There is no chaos in the world, so Loren creates it himself.

 The person who decided the chaos was still Loren, but what he did was not a fight, but a performance that did not require rehearsal.

 What Loren did must be for the sake of the world, dedicated and selfless.

 In fact, he knows how each step happens and how to calm it down!

Salomon didn’t realize until this moment that he was just a small chess piece in Loren’s hands.

 By the time I knew my fate, it was already too late.

What Loren once told him in the Northwest District - "But if you challenge me, I guarantee that you will die miserably in the South Wantina Territory today, and you will even experience far more destruction before you die. The greatest fear a bishop can give you", every word now made Salomon's mind tremble.

 His fate has already been arranged.

 All that awaits him is his exit.

 The more you struggle, the more you fall. “Salomon, if I don’t want to kill you, I’ll just capture you.”

Loren slowly descended from the air, looked at Salomon with dignity and said.

He was convinced that the powerful eighth-level enemy had gone far away, and he was unwilling to pursue him any further. Pursuing them deep into the Knox Mountains would not only make it difficult to capture the enemy, but he might also lose his rear.

 And if he kills the Son of Destruction, it will only anger the Bishop of Destruction.

The young man suitable to defeat the Son of Destruction has not yet appeared.

 The best outcome is for the Royal Army at the rear to imprison the Son of Destruction and transfer it to the United Kingdom Council.

 “Loren…”

Salomon looked at Loren with tears of fear in his eyes.

“Hahahahaha, you stupid people, when you discover the truth, you will finally understand what kind of person Loren is!”

 As he shouted, the magic power in his body suddenly rose.

Loren seemed to realize something and suddenly rushed towards Salomon.

However, before Loren could stop Salomon, Salomon had already committed suicide.

He used magic power to destroy himself as quickly as possible, leaving only blood foam scattered in the air, passing through Loren's horrified eyes.

　　　…?”

Loren looked at Salomon’s broken body in confusion.

I don’t know what Salomon means, and why the Son of Destruction died so inexplicably.

From the time Salomon appeared until now, there are too many things that he cannot understand.

　　Not yet waiting for Loren to react.

 The sergeants had already rushed up and put their thick cloaks on Loren.

“The temperature difference between day and night is huge, Mr. Loren, please wear more clothes!”

 “We are victorious!”

“You can scare away the Son of Destruction with just one look, and you are worthy of Mr. Loren!”

“Mr. Loren, after today’s battle, your reputation will skyrocket again!”

The commander and soldiers of Nanwantina’s city defense army shouted excitedly to Loren.

Loren stood there with a confused look on his face.

 Actually, he really didn’t understand why the Son of Destruction would come to him.

After the great victory, morale was at its peak. Everyone was focused on throwing away Loren, their savior and great hero. Few people paid attention to Salomon's last words of unknown meaning before he died.

 …

the next day.

 The northernmost port on the southern continent.

This city of Rossam is located on the stone pillars and reefs protruding from the bay, with beautiful and surprising landscapes.

 From here to the Hutton Kingdom located on the east coast of the central part of the southern continent, it still takes about ten days to travel.

 The center of the city is a huge seaport, full of ships and docks. It is also a gathering place for merchants, sailors and adventurers, where goods and culture from all over the world are circulated.

The architecture of the city-state is known for its maritime style. The houses are usually built in bright colors such as blue, white and wooden decorations, with spires and curved roofs, giving a feeling of waves, as if ocean waves are flowing between the buildings. Dance.

The upper and lower floors of the city-state are connected through a series of stairs and magic energy elevators.

The upper floors are mainly residential and town hall institutions, offering stunning sea and city views, while the lower floors have a variety of shops, bars and restaurants for residents and visitors to enjoy.

 As the waves gently lapped at the wooden planks of the harbor, a large passenger ship slowly sailed into the harbor.

After a long time, among the many passengers disembarking, a woman with a pure temperament as ice and snow caught the eye.

Her light blue eyes vaguely reflected the sunlight in the port, and her long silver-white hair danced lightly in the wind, as gently as snowflakes.

 She walked down the ship's ladder lightly and stepped onto this seaport city in the southern continent.

There was a busy scene all around, crews were unloading cargo, vendors were selling, the sea breeze carried the salty smell and the call of the distance, and the wooden planks of the port creaked softly under her feet.

 She walked to a newsstand and picked out a local newspaper with her thin white fingers, which printed the latest news from the southern continent and distant anecdotes.

 After exchanging a few coins, she began to read as she walked, immersing herself in the news and stories of the Southern Continent.

 She quickly flipped through the Southern Continental United Times.

 Until it stopped on a certain page, it was as if she had found what she expected.

 The picture shows a group of people united as one, surrounded by a brown-haired man wearing a thick coat and whose eyes are full of natural gentleness and confusion.

 The people's admiration for him does not need to be expressed in words, it is all written in their eyes.

[...The Son of Destruction chose to commit suicide after his defeat. He suffered multiple fatal injuries before his death. The specific process of his escape from Nanwantina is not clear, but his abnormal mental state and the last words he left behind are " "The day you discover the truth, you will finally understand what kind of person Loren is." It is puzzling, and some people suspect that in the end it was not the suicide of the Son of Destruction, but Loren's move to silence him at close range. However, many experts interpret it as the Son of Destruction trying to discredit Loren at the end... The Southern Continent United Times reports for you. 】

“Loren…you really have a problem…”

The Ice Witch clutched the newspaper tightly, her expression full of hostility.

 She will definitely investigate the source of the trouble, starting with the investigation of the royal capital of Icerita!

 (End of this chapter)