King-Chapter 1438 - 6, Suppression_3

The demons have already been blocked. We are currently in the Southeastern Province, and ahead lies the domain of the Legendary Marshal.

If those demons dare to chase us, they must first ask whether the garrison will allow it!"

The young girl said indignantly.

These demons are truly despicable, relentlessly pursuing them.

If it weren’t for her innate ability to turn ill luck into good fortune and promptly change their escape route, the group would have already become the demons’ food.

The main reason is that the private armies of the nobles in various regions are not in the country, and the remaining forces are severely inadequate. Otherwise, those demons wouldn’t have been able to wreak havoc all the way.

Fortunately, everyone is busy exterminating demons and has no time to bother with their fleeing team; otherwise, the "Plague God" label would have already been pinned on them.

If one observes carefully, the escape route chosen by the young girl is lined with powerful nobles.

It is precisely by using these nobles’ strength that the demons have been left behind.

Guna, unaware of the truth, is angry, while the Skeleton Holy Master wears a face full of embarrassment. The disaster was caused by him, and now he is merely paying the price for his own actions.

Deep down, he has come to despise the clergy leaders.

He worked diligently for the clergy for decades, earning countless merits and hard work across races, how could he not be considered valuable?

Unfortunately, the treatment he received turned out to be a senior "cannon fodder."

If no accidents occur, after this action ends, the clergy’s forces hidden in the shadows will inevitably suffer heavy losses, possibly even complete obliteration.

The loss is so significant, all for the sake of silencing.

With invisible forces gone, it is as if these unmentionable matters were never participated in.

"Guna, the demons are not far from our location. Are you sure carrying this burden, you all can still escape?"

The elderly man asked solemnly.

If one can live, who wants to die!

He has vowed to rebuild the clergy; if he dies so easily, how can his life pursuit be fulfilled?

Suddenly, the official road began to vibrate. A formidable cavalry troop appeared on the horizon, the deafening sound of hooves resounding across the heavens.

From afar, one can vaguely see the Dragon Bear Battle Flag flying in the wind.

"Quick, clear the road!"

The elderly man endured his injuries and spoke.

The Koslow Family’s cavalry corps have appeared, which means the previous demon disaster is about to come to an end.

But the elderly man’s mood is not high; a narrow escape does not mean things are over.

If someone wanted to investigate, it would be easy to find out the peculiarity of their team.

Various tracking means on the Continent of Aslante are plentiful; tracing him is not impossible.

The charges involved in this incident are too big; once the news spreads, no forces across the continent will let him off.

If not worried about the potential consequences, the clergy probably wouldn’t have handled things so ruthlessly.

Even hurting their own people is both for silencing and for making a break from these shadowy cult organizations.

The present is different from the past.

The declining clergy, even if surviving the current calamity, must remain low-key,

for if they were to mingle again with cult organizations, it would be dangerous.

At slightest carelessness, they will be labeled "fallen" and "heresy."

When powerful, these charges mean nothing; when declining, they could put someone on the barbecue.

After the elderly man’s reminder, the convoy immediately cleared the road, fearing they might block the army’s path and bring trouble upon the caravan.

Few are truly fortunate; besides the very few who can snatch a small life from the summon, most participants perished.

Those who survived are now like startled birds, hiding away.

Fearing exposure of their identity would bring about a calamity.

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In the clouds, Maxim has already transformed into an aerial transport ship.

Besides Hudson, the Dragon Knight, there are also a group of kingdom experts accompanying him.

The era of fighting solo has passed; to quickly quell the chaos, collective strength must be relied upon.

As the commander, Hudson naturally wouldn’t leave the kingdom’s experts unused, bearing all the pressure alone.

Having continuously galloped between various battlefields and understood the specifics, Hudson’s heart has grown heavy.

A house leak and it rains at night.

The kingdom’s main force isn’t in the country, and at this moment, a magic disaster erupts; isn’t it clearly meant to cause significant losses to all!

Even worse, the kingdom is undergoing reform; such an incident happening now could likely become a turning point in the rivalry between the Conservative Faction and the reformists.

"Marshal, the magic disaster has been quelled by one-third, why do you still seem so gloomy?"

Grand Pastor Tyron traveling together asked in puzzlement.

As the kingdom’s religious leader, naturally, he must show some effort in suppressing heresy.

Perhaps because each holds a clergy’s inherited artifact, their relationship has become much closer than the last meeting.

"Great Shepherd, things are far from over. The kingdom’s magic disaster is under control, but the continent’s magic disaster has become increasingly severe, especially in the Human Race countries.

I’ve carefully analyzed the outbreak situation of magic disasters in various places; they mainly occur in cult organization activity areas. The more prosperous the cults are in a region, the more serious the disaster.

Logically speaking, after such changes, those cult organizations who worship the Evil God should be coming out to take advantage of the chaos, yet now, there’s no sign of cults anywhere?"

The abnormal peace is the greatest anomaly.

After listening to Hudson’s explanation, Taylor Grand Shepherd’s expression also grew somber. In his view, the cult organizations are undoubtedly brewing a large move.

The current continent situation is already chaotic enough; if another fire is added, many small kingdoms might not endure.

Even worse, this wave of assault hits the Human Race the hardest!

Different Races, although they too have magic disasters, the situation is nowhere near as tragic as the Human Race.

"Marshal, are you suspecting these heretical creatures are summoned by cult organizations?"

After speaking, Taylor Grand Shepherd became more convinced of his own speculation.

At the very least, those Fallen Angels seem exceptionally abnormal, more like they have just fallen.

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