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Looking at the scattered stones on the ground, Marquis Menam’s face twitched slightly.

It suddenly occurred to him that the phrase “blasting into dust” was not an exaggerated rhetoric…

“Cough, collect Mr. Ji’s cor… body, and bury it on an appropriate date.”

“Yes.”

Subsequently, Marquis Menam turned to Marquis Dawson and seriously asked, “What should we do next? Do you have any ideas?”

Marquis Dawson shrugged and said helplessly, “With Mr. Ji dead, there’s no need to attack Winterfell City anymore.”

Indeed, they originally attacked Winterfell City, hoping to push Mr. Ji to the position of Northern Duke, so as to assist their dwarven clan in establishing a country in the North Territory.

But now, Mr. Ji has been blasted into dust, so there’s no point in continuing the attack.

Even if they took Winterfell City, would their dwarves dare to occupy the position of the master of the North Territory?

Marquis Menam also sighed, with a worried look on his face, and asked again, “What about the issue of establishing a country?”

“Negotiation for the country’s establishment can still be done with the St. Hilde family.” Marquis Dawson replied seriously, but his words clearly lacked confidence.

“Will the St. Hilde… agree?” Marquis Menam tugged at his own big beard, appearing quite anxious.

“We have to give it a try.” Marquis Dawson wasn’t very confident, “By the way, weren’t you discussing land swapping with some Northern Lords before? How many families have agreed?”

“Except for the Angler family, almost all of them agreed. After all, at that time, the situation in the North was deteriorating daily, these families couldn’t wait to escape this vortex.”

“That’s easy then.” Marquis Dawson’s expression picked up, “You can continue with the land swap agreement. As for the Angler family, if they disagree, you don’t have to force them. You can turn to other families nearby. In short, you, the Menam family can first move as a whole to the North Territory.

Then, we will unite to force the St. Hilde family to agree to the establishment of the dwarven country through negotiation.

If all else fail, we can seek help from Emperor Reinhardt, didn’t His Majesty make a promise to you before?”

After pondering for a long time, Marquis Menam finally made up his mind, “Very well, let’s first probe the St. Hilde family’s attitude.”

Upon saying this, he gestured to a young dwarf standing by his side, “Anka, you go to Winterfell City and see what the situation is there.”

“Yes, father.”

Floral City.

The sky above Phoenix Butterfly Fort suddenly became turbulent and immediately, a giant green eye appeared abruptly in the clouds.

Opening wide suddenly.

Time seemed to freeze for a second, then resumed its flow.

The crowd at Phoenix Butterfly Fort looked up in confusion, yet saw nothing out of the ordinary. It seemed like the sudden and heart-trembling pressure that flashed by was nothing more than an illusion.

“Father! Just now that was…”

Count Morrison ran into the room, drenched in sweat. His words were filled with an unmistakable panic.

Sir Franco was currently sitting in a wheelchair, quietly gazing at the field of tulips outside the window, lost in thought.

Seeing Franco did not respond, Count Morrison cautiously said again, “Father?”

After a long time, Franco finally spoke, “Don’t ask about things you can’t understand or control.”

Count Morrison nodded, suppressing his inner doubts.

Franco stopped talking and looked intently in the direction of the clock tower.

The ancient clock at the top of the clock tower, which had weathered a century of wind and rain, somehow stopped turning.

In a cave below the clock tower.

A figure wearing red Mage’s robes stood at the edge of the Blood Pool.

He was of a large stature, but had a severe hunch back. His hands and feet were abnormally thick, and his face was rugged, with protruding cheekbones, asymmetrical mouth and mismatched eyes; he looked rather ugly.

However, this odd-looking red-robed Mage was radiating a terrifying horror that made one’s heart palpitate.

Murmurs that were as low as if he were sleep-talking, constantly drifted from his mouth.

It seemed to gradually grow louder and louder, shaking the entire underground cave.

Ripples spread from the center of the Blood Pool, stirring along with the gestures of the red-robed Mage.

The subtle ripples slowly turned violent, and eventually, waves emerged out of the Blood Pool.

The living people in the “cocoons” in the spider web above the Blood Pool seemed to be stimulated and immediately started to struggle frantically.

Boom!

The blood waves raged, immersing the spider web.

When the Blood Pool calmed down again, all the “cocoons” were empty. The living people inside had vanished completely.

The red-robed Mage stopped his spell-casting and stared fixedly at the center of the Blood Pool, as if waiting for something to emerge from there.

After an unknown amount of time, a figure slowly rose from the Blood Pool.

When the thick blood slowly slid down, the figure’s face could finally be seen-

It was indeed Duke St. Hilde!

Duke St. Hilde, who was supposed to be petrified, had now astonishingly revived from his petrified state.

Then, he opened his eyes.

For a moment, it seemed as if a thunderbolt flashed through the cave, like a red sun sinking into it. The red-robed mage couldn’t bear such brilliance and had to close his eyes.

“Haha! We’ve succeeded, we’ve actually succeeded! Haha…”

The red-robed mage laughed loudly, his emotions extremely stirred up, even bordering on mania.

He let out indistinguishable roars from his mouth, waving his hands and feet wildly, releasing a wave of joy.

A moment later, the glow dissipated.

The red-robed mage gradually returned from his state of mania. He opened his eyes again and flashed an ugly smile at the resurrected “Duke St. Hilde” in front of him:

“Mr. Ji, we’ve succeeded!”

“Duke St. Hilde” also smiled and said, “Horus, we did it.”

His smile was a bit weird, like he couldn’t fully control his facial muscles yet, and his speech wasn’t very clear.

However, this scene sent shivers down one’s spine.

Mr. Ji, who was supposed to be killed by Prince Lexie, had instead resurrected using Duke St. Hilde’s corpse!

“How does the body of a Holy Knight feel?” The red-robed mage, Horus, eagerly asked. As he watched over Duke St. Hilde’s body, his eyes filled with envy.

Duke St. Hilde, or rather, Mr. Ji, stretched this body, turned his face upward, took a deep breath, closed his eyes with enjoyment, and said with satisfaction:

“As expected from the strongest individual of the human race — The Holy Knight, I can feel an explosive power filling this body!

And this is what it feels like to be free from restraints!”

Then, Mr. Ji lifted his right hand. With a flash of red light in his eyes, he didn’t chant any spells, but a ball of purple flame arose in his hand.

The purple flame jumped continuously, its immense pressure filled the underground cave, and even the Blood Pool started to surge again.

“Hey! Be careful, don’t collapse this place!” Horus shouted loudly.

Immediately, he pointed at Mr. Ji’s new body and reminded him, “And don’t ruin this Holy Knight’s body that we acquired with great difficulty.”

Mr. Ji held back his spell-casting and looked down.

He saw fine cracks spreading across his new body, and golden blood seeping out constantly, looking rather frightening.

But the most terrifying part was the horrifying wound on Duke St. Hilde’s chest, almost splitting him in two.

Mr. Ji knew that this was the injury inflicted on Duke St. Hilde by Otto, the Holy Warrior Prince of the Troll Empire.

After all the commotion, this injury seemed to have worsened, as if it might rupture completely at any moment.

Mr. Ji calmly smiled, not overly panicked, “It seems that the first thing we need to do is to repair this body.”

Horus stroked his chin, frowned and said, “This may be quite troublesome. It requires a lot of precious materials, and I estimate it will take two or three years.”

Mr. Ji did not seem to be in a hurry, he laughing said, “Then we’ll take our time.”

“Take our time?” Horus exclaimed in surprise, “In two or three years, who knows what the North Territory will become, after so much plotting by the St. Sean family, are you just giving up?”

Mr. Ji simply chuckled, shaking his head, “The moment I sacrificed the entire Fallen Eagle City, it was clear I would never be the Northern Duke.

The Northerners would never accept a demon, a madman as their ruler.”

It seemed as if Horus understood something, he said, “So, this plan of resurrection through a surrogate body was never a backup plan, but your real goal from the very beginning!”

Mr. Ji nodded, “Correct. From the beginning, I never hoped to seize the North Territory this way. The St. Sean family, in exile for over three hundred years, without their own army and loyal knights, can never firmly sit on the throne of the North Territory’s lord.

So, my real goal has always been this body of a Holy Knight!

Only by occupying this body can I break the limit of the Holy Field!”

Horus’ face changed slightly, he said solemnly, “Aren’t you afraid that the Forbidden Spell you researched might go wrong? I admit that ‘Eyes of Judgement’ and ‘Final Judgement’, these two interrelated Forbidden Spells are indeed ingeniously conceived!

However, they are still newly developed Forbidden Spells after all. If anything goes wrong, wouldn’t you be…”

But Mr. Ji appeared nonchalant, he said gloomily, “If I don’t even dare to take this risk, how am I to resist the False God?”

Horus fell silent.

Seeing this, Mr. Ji spoke again, “Are you scared?”

Horus raised an eyebrow, laughed loudly, “What should I be scared of? If you dare to test such a life-threatening Forbidden Spell, I will certainly not back down!”

“Great!” Mr. Ji nodded in satisfaction, his eyes profound, “The shackles that have bound us mages for thousands of years, it’s time to smash them to pieces!”

Excitement lit up on Horus’ ugly face, he was about to roar for such an inspiring grand goal when he saw Mr. Ji suddenly take out a spherical object and toss it over, saying:

“You go to Dragon City and give this to Emperor Reinhardt.”

“What’s this?” Horus looked at the eye in his hand, asking confusedly.

“This is a gift I’m sending to our ally.” Mr. Ji said, smiling meaningfully,

“And it’s the first step in our rebellious plan!”

(End of Volume 3)