Chapter 107: 106 'Beddo

Chapter 107: 106 ‘Beddo Several days passed in the blink of an eye. Unknowingly, Lamijion’s escort team had been on the road for several days, nearly leaving Marquis Mula’s domain and entering the domain of Duke Fidinis. That domain was three times larger than Marquis Mula’s and was governed by the brother of the current king, Duke Fidinis. Naturally, the expanse and prosperity of this domain were a level above that of Marquis Mula’s. The escort team anticipated spending a substantial amount of time passing through this domain. However, once past Duke Fidinis’s domain, they would reach the Royal Capital and enter the central city of the Mitra Kingdom. That city was the most bustling in the Mitra Kingdom and also the capital. The scale of its land and its attraction were unmatched by any other city. ... However, it was undoubtedly the center of power struggles. Not only was the Royal Palace located there, but also many nobles and even Great Nobles. One must be prepared for a likely fragmentation if they wished to infiltrate such a power structure. Of course, this had nothing to do with Shane at present, nor with the escort team still en route. Shane and the others were still on their way, heading towards the Royal Capital, preparing to leave Marquis Mula’s domain for Duke Fidinis’s domain. At that same moment, in a neglected dark corner of Marquis Mula’s domain, several shadows appeared. These shadows had just emerged from a temple, each either wielding a weapon or holding a magic wand, their bodies covered in blood. Especially the old man leading them, who was nearly drenched in blood, presenting a frightful sight. Behind these people, in the temple, countless Divine Practitioners lay dead, life drained from them. The temple was thoroughly stained with blood, even the Goddess’s statue was shattered on the ground, crushed underfoot. Such actions should have been utterly impossible in this world. This was because the lives in the Human Realm were children of the Divine Race, viewing the God as their Creator and receiving the God’s blessings. Their faith in divine power was stronger than in royal power, meaning even the ruler of a kingdom would not dare to commit such atrocious and evil acts. Not to mention the Human Race, even the Demon Clan would not engage in such acts nowadays, or else they would be disrupting the precious peace. Yet these individuals acted without any restraint. They were from the Old Demon Clan Faction, viewing the God as an enemy, humans as insignificant beings, and even the peaceful Demon Clan as traitors. They were recognized as terrorists and a cancer in the Three Realms. Under the leadership of this old man, this group from the Old Demon Clan Faction had killed their way here, mercilessly striking at any temple or Divine Practitioner they encountered, the count of their killings unknown. This wasn’t their first time committing such acts, and it likely wouldn’t be their last, if they continued to survive. “Are we almost at Lamijion?” The leading old man muttered this. “Yes, Lord Beddo,” a member of the Demon Clan responded with his head bowed, addressing the old man by his name. This old man was Beddo, the mastermind who planned a large-scale assassination in the Royal Capital ten years ago, and the strongest among the three main conspirators of the Old Demon Clan. “Is there any news from there?” Beddo wiped his blood-stained hands emotionlessly as he questioned the Old Demon Clan member beside him who seemed to be his subordinate. “Yes,” the subordinate respectfully said, “according to the information from our people sent there, it seems that Lord Killian has already been escorted away by the people of Lamijion.” “Escorted away?” Beddo paused momentarily in his actions, then realized, “I see, they couldn’t wait for the people from the Royal Capital to come and escort him, so they simply did it themselves?” “After all, it’s just a small town under a Marquis’s domain. The strongest person in the town is only Level 68. With such a level of power, they must be really worried about not being able to stop our rescue, right?” The subordinate said scornfully, “compared to the Royal Capital, the people there are too weak.” The members of the Old Demon Clan Faction around them nodded in agreement, clearly very confident in their own strength. Even the Old Demon Clan members who were not as highly ranked as Beren didn’t think they would lose to Beren. Such a thought was not exactly blind. Originally, the Demon Clan generally possesses immense strength, enough even to overpower the Divine Race. Even though the Demon King had died, speaking only of racial power, the Demon Clan was still far superior to other races. Thus, even if the levels were the same, or even if the other races had higher levels, they might not necessarily win against the Demon Clan; there was even a great possibility of losing. Although the levels of the Old Demon Clan members here varied, when it came to strength alone, they were stronger than most other people of similar levels. As Vivian put it, the growth potential of these Demon Clan members in all aspects was extremely high. They gained more enhancement from each level up compared to other races’ lives and added to that were various Demon Clan exclusive skills. They should definitely not be underestimated merely because their levels were higher. However... “Being so weak, that guy Killian actually failed there; he must be feeling so humiliated that he probably wants to commit suicide, right?” Beddo smirked sinisterly, his words revealing the depth of his dealings with Killian. “Regarding this matter, we’ve also received many investigative reports here,” the subordinate said. “It’s said that the reason Lord Killian failed might be due to someone possessing a very powerful Magic Tool.” “Oh?” Beddo raised an eyebrow immediately and looked at the subordinate, asking, “What kind of Magic Tool? Is it a contraband from the war a thousand years ago? Or a Legendary Grade rare item?” “It’s still unclear at this moment,” the subordinate bowed slightly, appearing very ashamed, “The information about that Magic Tool is still scant, but it’s definitely something significant. Recently, various strange phenomena have been occurring around Lamijion, sometimes it’s the wilderness and mountains being sliced apart, and sometimes it’s the suburbs of the town being burnt to a crisp. Additionally, with Lord Killian failing in such a place, I feel that there might be something astonishing hidden in Lamijion.” “Is that so?” Beddo narrowed his eyes, muttering to himself, “No wonder that traitor, who usually only focused on escaping, stayed there, leading to us catching hints of her whereabouts and finding her location. That thing must have also attracted that traitor.” “What should we do then?” the subordinate asked, “Should we attack into Lamijion and snatch such a treasure?” Beddo was somewhat tempted. Such a treasure, if it fell into his hands, would definitely be of great use. Only... “We still don’t know exactly what it is, and if we rashly attack there and end up like Killian, it would be a loss not worth the gain,” Beddo deliberated thoughtfully, “Let’s rescue that guy Killian first, find out what exactly it is, and then plan properly.” The subordinate and the surrounding Demon Clan immediately took orders. Beddo then glanced at the Temple behind him, his Magic Power erupting. “Boom!” The Temple was instantly blown away by a burst of fierce flames and began to slowly burn. The group of Old Demon Clan then silently vanished, their whereabouts unknown.