Chapter 1842 Decline

There are no absolutes in this world.

At dawn, Motor, who thought he was in control of the situation, completely lost control of the situation when the sun rose above his head.

News about human trafficking in the Temple of War spread throughout Etantinoburg, and spread to the north and south at a speed that caught people off guard.

What's more important is...

Worrying evidence has emerged!

Before he could order the destruction of the 'secret base' not far from Etantinoburg, the 'Secret Order of Silent Night' raided there.

The entire base was destroyed, but Motor didn't care.

However, the 'orphans' inside frightened Motor.

The only thing that made him feel relieved was that he was still able to handle a group of children with ease.

You're a kid, what do you know?

Words like this were enough to make him invincible.

The person who was looking after the children had no idea what was going on, so he didn't have to worry.

Just when he was exhausted to deal with these things, conclusive evidence appeared.

In ways he never imagined.

The priests and deacons of the ‘secret hall’ actually admitted it.

"Damn Cabio!"

From the top of the cathedral, Motor looked down at the people gathered in the business district.

With his sight, he could clearly see that the people standing on the stage were Cabio's most trusted people.

Likewise, he could also see the anger and confusion of the people around him.

It’s over!

All is lost!

A feeling of powerlessness filled Motor's body.

He turned around and leaned his back against the wall to keep himself from falling to the ground.

He breathed hard.

He wanted to calm his thoughts.

He had to consider how to help his subordinates overcome the current difficulties.

But is this possible?

Kieran doesn't like to be sloppy.

Especially when faced with something that affects the overall situation, since you have taken action, you should give a thunderous blow and not give the other party any room to turn around.

The high-ranking evil spirit disguised as Cabio's henchman stood on the high platform with a look of repentance.

"I'm sorry I'm just telling all this now."

"Because I'm too timid."

"I'm afraid of both Cabio and Motor."

"The intimidation of the two of them made me dare not resist like a sheep. However, yesterday I saw what a true brave is!"

Then, the superior evil spirit began to describe the matter of 'Knight Gino'.

Everything from the first city gate to the 'Mist' church camp was told in detail.

The people around him let out a sound of exclamation.

While he respects 'Knight Gino' more and more, he also hates Motor more and more.

Especially when several other Cabio's confidants who were influenced by higher-level evil spirits began to tell other facts about Cabio and Motor, the crowd became indignant.

"Have you ever wondered why there are so many missing people in Attantinople?"

"Have you ever wondered why you suddenly lost your jobs?"

“Have you ever wondered why the items you buy suddenly become more expensive?”

"This is all caused by Motor!"

"He is controlling everything in Etantinoburg in the name of the 'God of War'."

“If you’re willing to follow him, you can get a job.”

"If you are willing to believe in the God of War, you can get cheap goods."

The superior evil spirits started doing what they do best to stir up trouble.

At the same time, my heart moved slightly.

Immediately hiding in the crowd, several people who had been hinted by it shouted loudly.

"We want an explanation!"

"We want him to explain!"

…

Several people shouted loudly and took the lead in rushing towards the cathedral.

With someone taking the lead, the angry people rushed towards the Temple of War in a swarm.

The royal guards watched indifferently without any obstruction.

Private soldiers of nobles?

They also received the order but did not take any action.

As long as no one fishes in troubled waters, that's fine.

Standing in a three-story building on the roadside, Valentine looked at the crowded crowd below.

"How terrible!"

sighed the old-school earl.

"Human power is infinite."

"Especially when they come together."

"Even gods have to compromise."

Viscount Little said bluntly.

"You mean?"

Valentine's eyes widened in surprise.

Little nodded.

"If you want to quell public anger..."

"That's the only option."

Little looked towards the direction of the cathedral of the Temple of War, with a hint of ridicule in his eyes.

If the 'God of War' really chooses that path, then the 'God of War' will be doomed from now on.

But if you don't choose, you will be finished immediately.

Under the premise that no matter which choice you make, you will be doomed, the former is easier to accept.

Of course, the best thing is to use force.

If there were no 'Ms. Disaster' and 'Mist', Little was sure that the other party would do this.

And now?

After the main body is restrained, the ordinary projection and clone of that person are unable to resist the 'mist'.

“What an excellent layout!”

Little sighed silently in his heart.

He recalled all that had happened recently. Although there was no definite evidence, he could sense that all of this should be controlled by an invisible hand.

‘Misty’?

Little thought about the name.

But immediately, he allowed himself to empty his mind.

It is inevitable for the ‘God of War’ to step down from the altar.

The rise of ‘Mist’ is also unstoppable.

He, a mere mortal, had no wish to be a part of it.

Who is standing there, and has anything changed for him?

No matter who he is, he needs his help.

Little, who knows his position well, is not worried. He knows that as long as he grasps what he has, he can sit back and relax.

Compared to this, he was more concerned about another thing.

"Valentin, do you have any news about what I asked you to inquire about?"

Viscount Little asked.

"Little, you know, too much time has passed."

"I will try to get as many people involved as possible."

Valentine smiled bitterly.

As one of the leaders of the conservative faction, Valentin has considerable influence in Fort Eitantino and even in Eitantin as a whole. However, if he wants to find an unknown person from more than ten years ago, it is really difficult to find him. It can't be done.

It can only be a needle in a haystack.

"Yeah?"

"Then it's not necessary."

"Manpower should focus more on the south."

"That's where we should be concerned."

Little sighed.

After imprinting the smile in his mind deeply in his heart, he said very rationally.

"Understood."

Valentine breathed a sigh of relief and nodded vigorously.

…

"Motor is finished."

In a building not far from Valentine and Little, looking at the crowd gathered, Old Marquis Wharton gave the same evaluation as Little.

Even, in some ways, more certain.

Because, as a member of the royal family, the old Marquis had dealt with the ‘War Temple’ more than once.

He knows very well the behavior of the ‘War Temple’.

"Isn't Motor prepared at all?"

Kull Wharton frowned in confusion.

"Yes, but it's useless."

"He was just a spokesman who received his power from the gods."

"The will of the 'God of War' will always be the 'God of War'."

Old Wharton said something meaningful.

Kull Wharton looked at his father.

She wanted more explanation.

Kull Wharton is very curious about the ‘Temple of War’.

However, Old Wharton did not say another word.

Instead, he changed the topic.

"How are you and His Highness Colin?"

Old Wharton asked.

"How about what?"

Kull Wharton looked puzzled.

"Kool, you know what I'm talking about."

"Similarly, you know what I want you to do."

Old Wharton said very directly.

"We don't have anything."

"We are just friends."

Kull Wharton was equally direct. When facing her father, she had no intention of giving in.

She believes that friends are rare.

She doesn't want to make it difficult for her friends because of herself.

“Friends can become lovers.”

"At least, it's better than a stranger becoming a lover."

"and……"

"You should consider the Wharton family!"

Old Wharton persuaded his daughter in his own way, but such words were counterproductive for Culverton. Culverton stared and said, "Then why don't you go by yourself?"

"I wouldn't mind going by myself if I could."

"But I can't."

"So, my family needs you to go, Kur."

"Don't forget that His Majesty the Sixth has begun to distance himself from us - in recent times, His Majesty the Sixth has become closer to that guy Monte. This is His Majesty telling me what to do."

Old Wharton took a deep breath and said.

He knew his Majesty very well.

Every seemingly unintentional action has a hidden meaning.

Not to mention when it comes to the heir.

This alienation is inevitable.

Because, Kull will be the heir's wife.

Then, he must avoid suspicion.

Of course, this is just a roundabout way.

But if Kuhl had not become the heir's wife, the alienation at this moment would mean that the Wharton family would withdraw from the center of power in Etantinople.

This is something that old Wharton cannot tolerate.

He doesn't allow this to happen.

Therefore, the next moment, Old Wharton looked at Culverton with a serious look.

This time, Kool Walton backed down.

But still no answer.

Instead, he turned and left the room.

boom!

The slamming of the door represented Kull Walton's counterattack.

But for Old Wharton, it was of no use at all.

The old marquis's eyes have been completely set on the cathedral of the God of War, or... the royal castle of Etentin, which is further away.

…

The crowd rushed to the cathedral.

"Stop!"

"There's a plague here, everyone stop!"

A defensive knight loudly stopped him.

"If the plague still exists, do you think you can still be alive?"

"That's a plague that even Kabio can be infected with. Do you think a little knight like you can survive it?"

"Can even the whole of Etantino be spared?"

"Don't listen to him!"

"The plague has already been driven away by that 'Bishop Simon'."

"They are just stalling for time now to destroy the evidence!"

The superior evil spirit immediately shouted.

With such shouts, the crowd that had just paused poured in again.

The defending knights wanted to draw out their weapons to block it.

But in the end it was just a sword in hand.

None of them are fools.

Once the long sword is drawn out at this time, things will really become uncontrollable.

I hope Lord Motor can handle it.

This is what every guardian knight thought when he was staggering around being rushed by the crowd.

And Motor did the same!

"Everyone, wait a moment."

The Privy Councilor had appeared in front of the cathedral with his words.

He was ready to face the storm.

However, something unexpected happened to him.

Some of the people who should have stopped did.

But the remaining part rushed towards the secret entrances of the 'Dark Hall' and the 'Holy Inquisition'.

The Privy Councilor raised an eyebrow.

Some things in the 'Dark Hall' and 'Holy Inquisition' can never be discovered.

He has already had people transferred.

Now, it still takes time.

It must be delayed.

"Everyone calm down!"

Motor said in a deep voice, with a radiance that did not belong to mortals coming out of his body.

Extraordinary power is at work at all times.

Especially when facing ordinary people, it is enough to shock.

Motor planned to use the shock gap to delay time.

But what Motor didn't expect was that just when he was blooming with the brilliance of the 'God of War', Cabio's henchman who was rushing at the front flew backwards in the air as if being hit by a truck.

Not only did he bump into many people, but the priest also spit out blood.

"You are so cruel to kill people and silence them!"

The other party stared at Motor and said these words.

Then, before Motor could say anything.

boom!

With a muffled sound, the priest exploded.

The torn body was really too dead to die.

There was a sudden silence in the crowd.

then--

"Killed!"

"The 'War Temple' killed people and silenced them!"

"Run!"

Amidst the shouts one after another, the people who had just gathered ran back faster.

swarms of people.

The birds and beasts dispersed.

Those who rushed towards the secret entrances of the 'Dark Hall' and 'Holy Inquisition' had no other thoughts and ran away with their heads in their hands.

In fact, neither Kieran nor the superior evil spirits had the idea of ​​uncovering the 'Dark Hall' or 'Holy Inquisition' in a true sense, because there was no need at all.

As long as a superior evil spirit steps into the 'War Temple', everything is doomed.

Motor, who was blooming with brilliance, was stunned for a moment, and then his expression suddenly changed.

No doubt the Privy Councilor had guessed something.

But he couldn't care less about that.

He turned around and looked at the statue of the 'God of War' in the cathedral.

The brilliant statue of the God of War dimmed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

At the same time, a low chant sounded in the southern sky.

Good to hear.

Yes, a woman's voice.

Kieran was in the camp of the 'Misty' Church, and he looked up to the south.

A smile flashed across his narrowed eyes.

Everything is going according to his plan.

Kieran raised his hand.

The near minister came over immediately.

"Your Highness."

Nearby ministers bowed and saluted.

"Go and find Bol. I want to see him."

After saying that, Kieran walked towards the tent where hundreds of magic props were placed.

Next step, it’s time to get started.