You sneered with fury and grabbed Lei Xiu’s head with one hand, sneering, "Hey, Lei Xiu, I didn’t expect you to have this day. Actually, I’d like to dismiss you as a fart, but then wouldn’t I beco a man who breaks his promises? Do you rember what I said back then at River Zimu?"
When Lei Xiu recalled the oath you made at River Zimu, he panicked. When facing death, it’s hard for anyone to remain calm.
Lei Xiu instinctively launched an attack at you, who was within arm’s reach. He swung a punch at you— "Ah!!"
What returned to Lei Xiu was his own piercing scream, because before his fist could reach your body, the tusk in your hand had already chopped off half of it.
"Heh, hehehe." You laughed slyly, a surge of vengeful pleasure evident on your face, "Back then you took my arms and legs, today I’m returning the favor double!"
You were supposed to kill Lei Xiu with one slice, but suddenly you thought of an even better idea. Under the trembling gazes, you chopped off Lei Xiu’s limbs—not forgetting the third one.
Then, you issued a command to the cavalry, with varying expressions, to take Lei Xiu to Lei Nuoyi. You also used Lei Xiu’s blood to issue him a challenge, simply stating: "A delivery for the brother, with complints from Mu Yun."
After which, you turned and disappeared into the sea of fire, the air filled with your arrogant and wild laughter.
Before the severely injured Lei Xiu could be carried to Lei Nuoyi, she, inford of the news, burst forth from her tent like a blaze, plowing through a group of knights to reach Lei Xiu. When she saw Lei Xiu bathed in blood with limbs missing, Lei Nuoyi almost fainted. Rage instantly filled her chest, and although she tried to suppress her emotions, the soldiers couldn’t help but tremble upon hearing her voice.
"Who did this? Who was it?!"
The unable-to-vent Lei Nuoyi waved her hand casually, and the barracks fence was neatly cut off a large section.
"Boom! Boom boom boom!" The open space outside the barracks resounded with deafening roars, the violent booms attracting leaders and notables from all directions.
"General, this..."
A cautious cavalryman presented the Blood Letter you had written; before he could finish speaking, Lei Nuoyi had already snatched it from his hands.
Upon reading the Blood Letter, Lei Nuoyi’s already contorted face from anger changed yet again. Her charming eyes betrayed a hint of lancholy and rembrance, but more than that, anger and hatred.
"Nuoyi, what happened? How did Lei Xiu get so injured?" At this mont, a handso young general walked up to Lei Nuoyi with concern. He intended to embrace Lei Nuoyi’s trembling body, but she dodged away. She tucked the Blood Letter into her chest and then ordered the soldiers to carry the unconscious Lei Xiu to the military doctor.
"Nuoyi! No matter what’s happened, I will be with you. I hope you understand my concern," the Handso Man sincerely caught up with Lei Nuoyi.
"I’m sorry, Farkas. I’m very upset right now, please just let be alone for a while."
Lei Nuoyi followed Lei Xiu into the dical tent and to her astonishnt, she saw the Archbishop there.
"My lord, please save my brother!"
Lei Nuoyi hurriedly approached and gave the Archbishop a grand salute.
Upon seeing the severely injured Lei Xiu, the usually serene smile on the Archbishop’s face slowly faded. He quickly stepped to Lei Xiu’s side and laid his hands above him. Accompanied by an ethereal hymn, a golden light slowly enveloped Lei Xiu. Only after the golden light faded did Lei Xiu’s contorted face from pain gradually relax. Although he was still unconscious, the intense pain was evidently still trapping him in a nightmare.
"My lord, how is my brother?"
"His life is saved, but it’s unfortunate that...sigh, I hope his reaction won’t be too extre when he wakes up." The Archbishop looked at the grief-stricken Lei Nuoyi, his face filled with compassion, and said, "His limbs cannot be reattached. The culprit is adept in Earth and Fire magic, having completely severed the vitality of Viscount Lei Xiu’s limbs. And now with both remaining Demigod ’Spiritual Bridge’ artifacts on the continent damaged, unless the God of Magic is reborn, Viscount Lei Xiu will have to spend the rest of his life...sigh!"
Silent, Lei Nuoyi was terribly quiet. After a long while, she suppressed the anger in her heart and whispered in an ice-cold tone, "Mu Yun, you are so cruel!!"
"Mu Yun? Are you referring to that child? He’s still alive?" The Archbishop asked in surprise, looking at Lei Nuoyi.
"Yes, not only is he alive, but it seems his power has grown much stronger than before."
Lei Nuoyi nodded. She had long heard about the Archbishop’s extensive intelligence network and knew that since the Archbishop was aware of the secret that Lei Xiaochen used the Demigod Artifact Soul Bridge to treat Lei Xiu, he must also be aware of the events that occurred that night.
"Father God above, may Your rcy enlighten that lost child."
The Archbishop murmured several verses of doctrine, then turned to ask a cavalryman nearby, "Where were you attacked? Was that man using magic to assault you?"
"No, Your Grace. That man was terrifying. When we found him, he was wrapped in countless flas that seed like a part of his body, completely harmless to him. His magical attacks required no incantations, firing continuously, and the blade in his hand blazed with fierce flas when he attacked, it was truly terrifying!"
"Could it be close combat magic?" At this mont, Farkas, who had been silent until now, suddenly spoke up, "But, wasn’t the ’God of War’ rumored to have been seized by Shanks, the third son of Iron Fist Castle?"
After a mont of contemplation, the Archbishop imdiately gave an order to the people around him, "Send soone to track this person imdiately and avoid conflict with him at all costs. If necessary, employ all ans to bring him over to our side, otherwise, the nations of mankind will face an extrely formidable enemy in the future."
"But your Grace, aren’t you exaggerating a bit? After all, the ability of this person is only so much," a man clad in golden armor by Farkas’s side said with disbelief.
The Archbishop did not directly respond to the man in golden armor, but instead muttered to himself, "If the conjecture is true, combining the close combat magic of the War God with the Divine Realm, in less than three years, this man will possess strength close to that of a Demigod, especially considering the existence of the four Veins of Elents on the Sad Plains."
As for close combat magic, no one knew it better than the Archbishop. As for the others, they were left baffled by the Archbishop’s words, and it took a while before soone asked, "Your Grace, what is the Divine Realm?"
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