General Arthur of Skermann would be sacrificed too if Wilbur let things be. He was unwilling to see that, so after a while of pondering, he decided to head toward Beklaven to discuss it with Arthur. Holt would be dead for sure if he could find a chance to stall Arthur and wait for the Dark Messenger to arrive. Wilbur could also leave by then. When he thought of that, he did not hesitate any longer. He went to the capital of Skermann, Beklaven. Thirty minutes later, Wilbur arrived at Beklaven. However, there were no signs of battle, and there were no ruined buildings. Wilbur was curious about the situation and wondered, 'Could it be that Holt didn't bring his men to Beklaven?' Wilbur felt like things were not as they seemed, but at least it was beneficial for Skermann for the moment. Wilbur instantly changed his appearance and hid his energy. He visited the Cultivator Guild and requested to meet General Arthur. "I have something very important that I need to discuss with General
"What? Wilbur, you're a citizen of the great Dasha. How could you commit such an atrocious act?" Wilbur said, "Mister Arthur, please believe me. The one who killed over ten members of the Cultivator Guild last night was Holt, not me." Holt responded, "Mister Arthur, this man is still spouting nonsense. Please do not trust him." Arthur frowned, looking troubled. Wilbur was stunned that Holt would turn on him, and now he felt like there was no way to clear his name. Just as Arthur was struggling with what to do, a severely injured Steviat burst in from outside. He knelt on one knee and said, "Mister Arthur, last night, we were ordered to the border. On the way, we encountered Ede's cultivators, who killed over ten of our men. I barely escaped with my life." "Perfect timing!" Arthur stood up from his seat, his face cold. "Steviat, take a good look. Between these two, who is the one responsible for killing more than ten members of my Cultivator Guild last night?" "What? Could
Wilbur said, "Holt, I'm your opponent. If you have the guts, come at me." "Hmph." Holt sneered and said, "Wilbur, do you really think you're a match for me now? You're nothing but a pawn destined to fall before me. Skermann will inevitably fall under my control, and Beklaven will be engulfed in an endless war for the next hundred years. I will be the ruler here!" "What? Could it be that you're the mastermind behind the turmoil in Beklaven? Holt, I... I truly underestimated you." Arthur's face twisted in agony. After all, Beklaven was home to tens of millions of people, and Arthur could not believe that the fate of these millions was in Holt's hands. Holt alone intended to destroy the homes of countless people. This guy was as cruel as a viper and incredibly vicious! "Hmph." Holt spoke casually, "Arthur, I'm sparing your life only because you're the leader of the Skermann Cultivator Guild. Let me make it clear: you have two choices. First, become my servant and help me contr
"Go!" Arthur and Steviat turned into shadows, and just as they rushed out of the grand hall, the huge stone pillars collapsed, causing the entire hall to collapse inward instantly. Wilbur and Holt burst through the ruins, flying out of the hall and continuing their battle in mid-air. Arthur and Steviat watched from the courtyard below. Steviat, feeling worried, said, "I've heard that Mister Wilbur is the one who defeated Buker. He came to Beklaven to help us, but I'm not sure if he can defeat Holt on his own." "Master Arthur, I'll gather everyone now." "No!" Steviat was about to leave when Arthur stopped him. "It's not necessary. Both of them have reached the peak of the Emperor level. Their energy isn't just spiritual but also contains other powers. Bringing others won't help. This time, whether Skermann can escape the flames of war is up to fate." Steviat sighed inwardly. Although he did not want to admit it, Arthur was right. The power Wilbur and Holt wielded far surpass
The Dark Messenger's lips curled into a faint smile. "I told you I'd make you pay a hundredfold. I'll make you wish you were dead. When you killed me before, you used your right hand. So now, there's no need for your right hand to exist anymore. Let's blow it up!" With those words, the Dark Messenger twitched his fingers. Suddenly, Holt's right hand lifted involuntarily. Though he instinctively tried to pull it back, his hand remained suspended in the air, completely out of his control. Holt's eyes widened in horror. "What are you doing?" The next second, Holt's right arm exploded with blood spurting everywhere. "Aaargh!" Holt screamed in agony. The Dark Messenger sneered. "Seems like you're quite the actor." Holt, with a look of anguish, said, "Lord Dark Messenger, I was wrong. I shouldn't have opposed you. Please, I beg you, spare me. I'll do anything you ask if you let me live." "Hmph." The Dark Messenger scoffed, "Do you still think you can escape, Cold Lord?" At t
Holt's entire body was constantly exploding, causing wounds to appear all over him. However, what flowed from these wounds was not red blood, but a black, viscous liquid. In an instant, the black liquid turned transparent and re-entered Holt's body. His wounds began to heal rapidly until they were completely gone. Black energy receded from Holt's abdomen, gradually moving upward, and was soon forced into his brain. Holt roared, "Dark Lord, don't let me see you in another world!" Boom! A thunderous sound echoed through the sky. The connection to Holt's demonic power was severed by the Cold Lord, but the evil seed in Holt's brain remained. This was because the black shadow nourished Holt, allowing him to survive. Each evil god could only nurture one puppet per dimension. The puppet carried a seed of the evil god within them. If the puppet died, the seed would transform into demonic energy and return to the evil god. Only when this energy returned could the evil god seek a n
"Your Holiness." "What are your orders?" Holt looked at the figures on the screen and said, "Listen up, everyone. Wilbur wants to end the war in the Bullard Bay area. He will inevitably come to find you. The moment any of you encounter Wilbur, notify me immediately. I will get there as fast as I can. This time, I will ensure he dies." "Yes, Your Holiness." "Understood, Your Holiness." At this moment, Wilbur was on his way to Velks, a small country in the Bullard Bay area. Velks had been engulfed in the region's war for over a year. The prolonged conflict had claimed the lives of thousands of soldiers and civilians. Wilbur had learned that Velks was controlled by Cardinal Bernal of the church. According to Layla's intelligence, Bernal was a treacherous individual who had sworn loyalty to the Pope. Bernal had vowed to uphold the Pope's plans, even if it meant dying in battle. His staunch allegiance made him a key figure in the ongoing conflict in the Bullard Bay area. Knowi
Bernal respectfully said, "Your Holiness, are there any other orders?" "Bernal, I anticipate that Wilbur will likely head to Velks first. If he comes to you, remember, don't engage him in battle. Just stall him until I arrive." "Understood, Your Holiness." The figure on the screen flickered and then vanished into static. Just then, a servant entered, bowing respectfully. "Lord Bernal, a young man outside claiming to be named Andrew seeks an audience with you." "Andrew?" Bernal turned and looked at the servant, frowning as he pondered. "Among all the people I know, there isn't anyone named Andrew. How did he know I was here? Did someone leak information about my location?" The servant, terrified, dropped to his knees with a thud and said respectfully, "My Lord, I don't know either. The young man said he found this place on his own. I thought he might be an old acquaintance of yours." "An old acquaintance?" "Hmph. Very well, I will meet him. Lead the way." "Yes, my Lord