Chapter 82 The battle situation on the front line, the mysterious black hand that killed the Barbarian King
Seeing Yin Hong fleeing far away, Ren hesitated for a moment and refrained from pursuing him.
Beating my father-in-law is too much.
Moreover, if he really wanted to beat Charlemagne, he would never be able to climb into the Queen of the Night's bed again.
"For Irene's sake, I'll let you go today."
Ren curled his lips, suppressed the dissatisfaction in his heart, and flapped his glorious wings to fly towards the center of the city.
………
In the eastern suburbs of the city, a silver rainbow fell on the rooftop of the Thorns Security Company building.
The starry sea light waves on Charlemagne's body dissipated, and the silver divine clothes covering his body also disintegrated, fell off, and then reunited.
The divine clothing is like a brilliant silver-white god floating in the air, emitting immortal divine light.
At the same time, a dark figure floated out of his body and stood behind him.
The dark figure is surrounded by dark force, its eyes are deep purple, the outline of its body is very blurry, its surface is densely covered with blood-red lines, and its aura is as dark as an abyss.
The silver divine clothing and the dark demon, one light and one dark, stood beside Charlemagne, each releasing a powerful aura of force.
"Light Tide Divine Clothing", a sixth-level mythical weapon.
"Dark War Puppet", a sixth-level mythical weapon.
Back then, before the conqueror explored the Abyss of Heaven for the last time, he spent a lot of effort to create these two special pieces of equipment. They were the trump card of the Clement family and the artifacts of the Kingdom of Falorland.
They are called mythical weapons and are not artifacts.
Only true gods can create artifacts.
The Conqueror follows the Star Lord route. The power of the two weapons he created is comparable to ordinary artifacts, but there are some differences. The inner essence is not the same, and there is another mystery.
The "Light Tide Divine Clothing" is armor with unparalleled defense, but it can only be used by those who have practiced the Demon Slaying Art.
The "Dark War Puppet" is even more magical. It looks very different at first glance and is not a weapon in the ordinary sense.
It can be integrated into the user's body as a built-in energy source to enhance his combat effectiveness. It is a very comprehensive enhancement. The user's strength, speed, physical strength, attack power and resistance to hits will all be improved. It is a full attribute Buff.
It can also fight autonomously and can be flexibly controlled with just a trace of spiritual imprint.
These two pieces of mythical weaponry are matching, and when used together, the effect will be better.
Emperor Charlemagne pressed his thumb, opened the storage ring, and put the "Godly Clothes of Light and Tide" inside.
At the same time, the scarlet lines on the surface of the "Dark War Puppet" lit up, turning into a wriggling black tide that merged into his shadow.
"Your Majesty, are you okay?"
Carlos, the gun ghost, strode over with a look of concern on his face.
Charlemagne looked at his red, swollen and bruised right palm, shook his head, and sighed:
"The future life is terrible. It seems that this tone will never come out."
He put on the two mythical weapons left by his ancestors and launched an unexpected attack. Only the first blow caused Archduke Conor to stumble.
When the opponent reacted and activated the power of the Holy Body, he easily caught his fierce attack.
Then as soon as the field opened, he was completely suppressed.
If we continue to fight, we will definitely lose...
"It's really incredible, a mythical rise speed." Carlos the Gun Ghost sighed.
He saw Ren's performance just now and was surprised that he could suppress His Majesty so quickly. He was both pleased and a little doubtful about life.
He also witnessed Renn's rise from humble beginnings, and even gave him guidance.
Although he was very optimistic about him, he never thought that that young man could be promoted from a fourth-level master to a demigod giant in just over a year.
This speed is so dreamy.
Of course, it can also be understood from the perspective of the reincarnation of the boss and the resurrection of divinity.
Nowadays, most people believe that Grand Duke Connaught is the reincarnation of a powerful true god. He has a great background, so it is hard to overstate how much he has advanced by leaps and bounds.
Some people also had the idea of robbing divinity and treasures, but Grand Duke Connaught progressed or recovered too quickly and did not get the chance.
"Your Majesty, what's Ren's current strength?" Carlos asked curiously.
Renn had previously defeated the overlord-level alien beast, the Demonic Dragon Emperor, and had shown great success in the "North Sea Incident". Some time ago, he had forced back the Demonic Demon Emperor at the border of Falorland.
Many people speculate that his strength has surpassed Bruegel, the ninth generation Barbarian King of the Western Wilderness.
But the specific strength is still difficult to determine.
The battle with the Girl of the Night does not count. The two are lovers. Everyone thinks that flirting is meaningless, and they are not sure about the depth of the Girl of the Night.
Charlemagne rubbed his wrist, pondered for a while, and said seriously:
"The Star Master is about to become a star. His strength is as strong as that of his ancestors. The true god has not emerged. He is almost invincible. He can even fight against the Storm God of War and the Sun King back then."
Of course, there is no hope of winning, and the best is a draw.
Carlos widened his eyes, took a breath, and said:
"No wonder Eileen compromised."
Such strength is truly shocking in the past and present. Such a strong man can choose concubines and open harems all over the continent, and there are many nobles willing to send their daughters there.
The Storm War God did something similar back then.
Build the Temple of Storms (the predecessor of the Great Temple of Glory), collect all the beauties from all over the world, enjoy the blessings of everyone, and make countless people envy, envy, and hate.
The Barbarian King was better, but as the leader of a foreign tribe, he also married nearly a hundred wives in order to unite various ancient totem tribes.
Only Pluto is weird, he doesn't have a wife, and there is almost no gossip about him.
When he mentioned this, Charlemagne made a stinky face and said unhappily:
"You bastard, you are so irresponsible after eating and drinking, I really want to castrate him!"
He was also very romantic when he was young, and he harmed many women. Sometimes he wouldn't recognize someone when he lifted his pants, but he didn't think there was anything wrong with his behavior. He was not ashamed of it, but rather proud of it.
He is so good, what's wrong with being a little romantic?
There's nothing wrong with it, it's reasonable.
But now it was his turn to be beaten by a pig. Charlemagne suddenly lost his composure and became furious. He strongly condemned Ren's scumbag behavior and wanted to smash his head.
It can only be said that people are all double-standard dogs.
It's okay to criticize others, and you can talk all day and night, but it's absolutely impossible to criticize yourself.
How could I make a mistake? It's all other people's problems. Even if I make a mistake, I won't admit it. This kind of thinking is not uncommon among those in power.
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The more Charlemagne thought about it, the angrier he became, and his liver ached with anger. He strongly condemned Archduke Conor's shameless behavior, saying that he couldn't beat him, otherwise Renne would probably be unable to eat and walk around today.
"Gun Ghost" Carlos patiently listened to His Majesty's complaints, and occasionally offered some perfunctory words of comfort.
This is an internal conflict within the royal family, and he doesn't want to get involved.
Not surprisingly, in the future the child of Irene and Archduke Conor will become the king of Falorland. If both parents have such an outrageous background, there is no way they will lose, unless that child despises the throne.
The same goes for the Feuerbach family.
The military leader has become so powerful that it can no longer be suppressed. Everyone will just fawn over him.
Looking at the aggrieved Emperor, Carlos sighed in his heart.
The Feuerbach family is still more skilled. Bet early and win this round.
………
On the other side, Renne overlooked the city and slowly flew towards the landmark building of Di Lamo City - the bronze sculpture of Barron, the first generation of "Thunder Knight".
Barron was a brave general under the conqueror and the ancestor of Earl Ange.
After the founding of Falorland, Barron acquired a large area of territory in the south of the kingdom. At that time, it was the Marquis family. Over the past 800 years, the family's strength has weakened, but it still has great influence in the south.
At this time, a group of people stood under the sculpture of the Thunder Knight, each of them exuding a powerful aura of the Force, at least all of them were master-level extraordinary beings.
Someone in the crowd exclaimed:
"President Randy Branch, Elena the Tyrannical Ape... Um, those in front are great saints, right? Why are all the people from the Demon Hunter Association gathered here?"
"I don't know, there must be another demon army coming. A terrifying battle just broke out in the sky."
"But the alarm didn't go off."
Everyone looked at the team of the Demon Hunter Association with puzzled faces.
In addition to the familiar Master Randy and Elena the "Violent Ape", there are also several mysterious strong men with more powerful auras.
Some well-informed people recognized them as titled witchers from the Nokman Empire.
The famous strong female "Execution Witch" Rosemary, the morbid-looking "Death Hunter" Sith, the "Explosion Maniac" Hora who calls himself an artist, and the "Angel in White" Wilhelm who saves lives and heals the wounded.
The four titled demon hunters stood under the sculpture of the Thunder Knight, with solemn expressions on their faces, waiting quietly.
Behind them stood nearly a hundred people, all of whom were masters and high-level transcendent beings at the temple level. Branch President Randy and Elena the Ape stood inconspicuously among them.
These master demon hunters and titled demon hunters did not speak, and stood silently, as if to greet someone.
The people nearby looked confused.
Who is it? Such a big battle requires all the elites of the Demon Hunter Association to come and greet it.
The mystery was soon revealed.
call out!!
A blue rainbow tilted from the sky and fell in front of the sculpture, and the firefly-like starlight spread outward.
The light faded, and a young man with black hair and blue eyes, a slender figure, a handsome figure, landed smoothly and stood in front of the sculpture, his black trench coat fluttering in the wind.
The unfathomable aura on his body caused fluctuations in the force of the void, and the tide of the force resonated faintly, guarding him like worshiping an emperor.
The four titled demon hunters perked up and took half a step forward with the master demon hunters. They placed their right hands on their chests, bowed slightly and said:
"Mr. President!"
"Your Highness Ren!"
The names are not uniform, but they all carry awe and admiration.
The people around him showed surprised expressions.
"Is it Duke Conor?"
"It turns out that Charlemagne was fighting with him just now. Why did they start a fight and spar?"
"Who knows, but a big figure like the War Master actually came to the front line in person. Is the kingdom preparing for a decisive battle with the dark camp? The Demon Hunter Association plans to fully support Farrowland?"
"Maybe I'm just here to watch the ceremony. The church saint is about to be crowned."
When the mercenaries, aristocratic coalition, and arms dealers in the square saw this scene, they all talked about it, guessing the purpose of Archduke Connoll coming to the front line.
Renn ignored the comments of the melon-eating crowd, glanced at the several titled demon hunters and nearly a hundred master demon hunters in front of him, waved his hands casually, and said:
"No need to be polite."
The strong men of the Demon Hunter Association then put down their hands and stood up again.
Ren's face remained normal and he said:
"The war is not over yet. There is no room for carelessness. Let's all disperse. Stick to your posts and perform your duties."
"yes!"
Everyone responded and dispersed around.
The war on the front line is tense, and many master demon hunters do have work to do and are usually quite busy.
But no matter how busy you are, you still have to take time to come and greet the leader.
Renn informed here that he was coming tonight, but he didn't ask everyone to come to greet him, but the people below still started this fight with great fanfare.
It's okay to say it's flattering.
If you mess around in an organization, you may not get into trouble if you make a mistake at work, but if you offend the leader, there will be no good consequences. Those who can get into high positions are all good people, so this scene happened.
Everyone dispersed, and only six people remained, namely the four titled demon hunters, branch president Randy and the violent ape Elena.
"President, please come with us."
"The Execution Witch" Rosemary stood up and said with a smile.
This female titled demon hunter has a beautiful appearance, with a snow-white and delicate complexion, and pretty red lips. She wears a flamboyant red battle suit, and her tall and plump figure is as attractive as a ripe peach.
Ren nodded. He had seen many beautiful women, and a beauty like Rosemary could look at them calmly. Her unmoved look was quite like a big shot.
Accompanied by six people, he walked to the Demon Hunter Association's base in this city.
After they walked away, the crowd's discussion became more intense, and the informants of the major forces quietly left to report the situation to the forces behind them.
The southern plains are now a place where storms gather.
The royal family, the coalition of nobles, supporting troops from various countries, arms dealers, underground organizations trying to fish in troubled waters, mercenaries licking blood, and traitors and spies sent by the dark camp all gathered in the city, a mixture of good and bad.
It can be said that the slightest disturbance here will attract the attention of all parties.
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Intelligence personnel from all parties use various methods to pass on information.
Temptation, inducement, deception, betrayal, assassination and other dramas are all staged in every hidden corner of the city under the cover of night.
When Ren walked on the street, he could feel the eerie atmosphere.
Among the passers-by on both sides of the street, in the dark alleys, from the balconies or behind the windows of the houses, many eyes glanced at him intentionally or unintentionally.
It contains various emotions such as curiosity, doubt, excitement, fear and murderous intention.
Ren glanced at the soldiers, mercenaries, demon hunting teams and arms dealers everywhere on the street, feeling the subtle and tense atmosphere, and said with a faint smile:
"It's very lively."
"President, do you need me to take care of it?"
Death Hunter Sith said in a cold voice.
He is a young man with somewhat sickly pale skin. He has long, slightly curly brown hair and dark purple pupils. He wears a tiger fur coat with bloodstains on the fur. He has a ferocious beast-like aura and a strong evil spirit on his body.
His perception is very keen and he is gifted. He can clearly distinguish some malicious sights mixed in the crowd.
Ren shook his head slightly and said: "No need, we can't kill all the flies and mice."
Spies and adultery certainly need to be dealt with.
But it's not his turn to worry about such trivial matters, the people below will take care of them.
He couldn't hide the murderous intent in his eyes, and he was even stupid enough to look directly at the king. He was just a bastard at best.
The espionage officers of the 7th Bureau of Faloran and the Witcher Association are not vegetarians. They can just leave these small characters to deal with them.
Unless there is some kind of big fish who has gotten involved with the top brass of the human camp, it will not attract Renn's interest.
"Death Hunter" Sith nodded and said nothing.
He doesn't like small fish either.
The group of people chatted casually and arrived at a luxury hotel in the northern suburbs.
There is a residential area at the back, with a tube building on the outermost edge, apartments in the middle, a few villas in the innermost part, and a mage tower standing there.
The entire tower is integrated, from the four element pool, laboratory, library, meditation room, warehouse, to the positive and negative energy room and the summoning room. There are almost no gaps in the overall structure, and it looks like it was made in heaven from top to bottom.
Magic runes and fine energy veins outline gorgeous lines on the tower, reflecting dazzling colors under the starlight.
With this mage tower monitoring everything, almost everything in this area is invisible.
Everyone entered the hotel, and in the private room on the top floor, the banquet was ready.
As soon as Ren entered, Master Randy quickly pulled out the chair on the main seat and said with a warm smile:
"President, please."
He used to be Lane's boss.
However, the identities and status of the two have long been reversed.
Archduke Conor is now the second most powerful person in the Demon Hunter Association, second only to President Zero. Many people even think that he is stronger than the King of Shadows.
Renn glanced at Master Randy a little surprised.
He still remembered that his former leader was quite aloof, but he didn't expect him to be so skillful in flattering him.
He didn't try to correct anything.
In this world where force is paramount, the authority of the demigod giant is much more important than the emperor on earth.
Since he became the most powerful person, many of his former acquaintances have been very reserved and nervous when meeting him.
It's useless if you don't put on airs. The majesty of the most powerful person is deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, and is almost blindly worshiped by people across the continent.
Asking old friends to stop being formal will make them overwhelmed and unable to adapt.
Ren took the main seat without hesitation and picked up a glass of "Scarlet Moon" red wine. The fluorescent liquid was as beautiful as red clouds and had an intoxicating aroma.
He took a sip of the sweet red wine and said:
"Tell me about the current battle situation."
Master Randy, who was about to cut the steak, put down the knife and fork in his hand and stood up. He waved and someone immediately handed him a piece of information.
"Sit down and talk."
"No, your time is precious and it is important to understand the situation of the battle. I will just stand and report."
"..."
Look, this is still an acquaintance.
If it were another master demon hunter, the licking would be even more powerful.
After all, as long as you have some connections, you can take off immediately, and there is hope for the Holy Land.
"Red Lotus Knight" Veronica established a relationship with Ren, obtained a piece of sun debris, and was successfully promoted to the holy realm, becoming a female saint that countless women and even Queen Katie were a little jealous of.
In this world, strength means power, and it also means longer life, which makes people crazy.
Seeing the former leader who didn't even eat and insisted on standing to report the situation, Renn's face twitched and he really had nothing to say.
The King of the Sun, the God of Storms, the Pluto of the North Sea, the Conqueror...the great achievements left by generations of the strongest and the majestic image they established are so dazzling that no one dares to ignore them.
Renn glanced at Elena the "Violent Ape".
This female fighting master with a rather forthright personality is also a bit reserved in front of him, not as carefree as she once was.
He didn't know what other kings thought of this phenomenon, but he found it a bit boring.
Well, this feeling of being flattered and worshiped by others is not bad either.
No wonder everyone wants to be a king. It’s really great. You are treated like an emperor wherever you go.
Master Randy did not give a long speech, but focused on the key points and quickly finished the general situation.
"The leader of the dark camp or the Demon Lord Samael?" After listening to the report, Renn said a little surprised.
If he had never seen Charlemagne attack with all his strength, he would not think there was a problem, but it was different now.
Demon Lord Samael is not weak.
But to say that he can fight against Charlemagne is nonsense.
In fact, if you think about it carefully, you can understand that Faloran is a country established by conquerors and has a profound foundation. It can be fought and solved by just Samael?
Give me a break.
As long as the conqueror leaves some trump cards to his descendants, he can also kill Samael.
The execution witch Rosemary took a sip of red wine, her red lips slightly opened, and said:
"It's really unreasonable. The Demon King Samael should only be the leader on the surface. There must be other strong men lurking behind the commander's tent, otherwise Charlemagne wouldn't have endured it for so long."
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "Angel in White" Wilhelm is an old man, wearing a white coat, always smiling and looking very kind. He interrupted at this time:
"You need to ask Charlemagne about this. We also asked, but he was too lazy to explain and said he would only talk to you or Lord Zero."
Renn nodded, feeling a little unhappy.
Indiscriminately, he punched him as soon as he came up. He didn't have a good impression of this father-in-law.
He doesn't want to see him for the time being, so let's wait for a few days.
Rosemary held her chin in her hand, looked at Ren's handsome face, smiled charmingly, and said:
"In addition, many people want to see you. They will come to visit in a few days. How about having a meal then? It won't take up too much of your time."
"OK."
Ren nodded.
Now that he is free, he can meet people from various major forces, and he may even have some old friends.
………
Deep in the plains.
Inside and outside Pineapple Town, black military camps are connected, and dark races such as vampires, ghouls, werewolves, gargoyles and devils are swaying through the streets and alleys.
This place has been reduced to a devil's cave. Military camps and fortresses were built based on the small town. They cover a large area and look like undulating mountains under the moonlit night.
The lights in the commander's tent were brightly lit.
The purple-black pool water was boiling and bubbling, and the Demon Lord Samael stood up from the "Well of the Abyss", put on an exquisite black feather coat, and walked out of the handsome tent.
He entered the town, walked into a three-story building, and opened the door to a secret room.
"Rumble..."
A green-gray simple stone door trembled and moved away, revealing a dark underground passage.
Samael walked into the passage. There was a cave inside. Huge stone pillars stood supporting the magnificent hall. Large night pearls were inlaid on the walls. The space was very open, like an underground kingdom.
He walked into one of the rooms.
The long stone table was full of people, some of them illusory, some of them solid.
"Everyone, according to reliable information, the top powerhouse of the human race, Archduke Conor, has entered Sand Dune City."
Demon Lord Samael got straight to the point.
"Sand Dune City" is the old name of Dillamore County, another name, and the demon descendants are more familiar with this place name.
"Why did he come here to defeat our army?" A dark lord said coldly.
"Maybe I was just invited to attend the coronation ceremony of the Saint."
"Hmph, does the church specifically choose this time to perform this kind of ceremony to provoke us? It's so arrogant. The God of Storm War is dead, and they are still wallowing in the glory of the past. It's really ridiculous."
"According to some of the information we currently have, the current Pope is not simple. He is probably the strongest in history."
"Hmph, I don't believe he is stronger than the God of War. Outside the Emerald Cathedral, any of His Majesty on the Supreme Throne can kill him!"
"Okay, stop arguing."
On the main seat, a blurry projection opened.
The Dark Lords all fell silent.
The vague shadow said again: "Don't be nervous, the plan remains as usual."
"Yes, Your Majesty!"
More than a dozen dark monarchs said in unison.
Suddenly, a scarlet light mist emerged from the void, strange nightmare power wandered and condensed, and a graceful figure stepped out of the red tide.
Lilith appeared, with a garland of roses and poppies hanging around her snow-white neck. She exuded a gorgeous and dangerous aura. Her beautiful eyes were filled with light, as if there were thousands of temptations and tenderness, making people want to fall into the love she weaved.
In the net.
"Salute to you, the great Demon Queen!"
The dark monarchs stood up one after another, put their hands on their chests, and bowed.
Lilith nodded slightly, indifferent and arrogant, completely different from when she got along with Ren. Her powerful aura dominated the whole room, like a dark queen.
Her black eyes were filled with blood as she stared at the blurry figure on the main seat.
"Who are you?"
"The queen doesn't need to care about unknown people." The blurry figure said indifferently.
Lilith narrowed her eyes, sat on the side of the stone table, crossed her long white legs, and said:
"I should be in charge here."
"That's right, queen, you are still responsible for dealing with the saint, and leave the other matters to me."
"You are very confident."
"It's okay, I just killed the Barbarian King of the Western Wilderness in his later years."
There was silence in the conference room for a moment.
The mysterious and powerful man's cold and ruthless words shocked the dark monarchs into silence.
It turns out that the Barbarian King of the Western Wilds died violently, and the comrade the Demon King said had such a record...
Lilith's face was expressionless, and she stared at the other person for a long time. Her delicate body collapsed in the dreamy red light, turning into pieces of blood-red rose petals that spread out.
The confused figures also dispersed.
The conference room fell silent, leaving only the dark monarchs looking at each other.