6kv Chapter 64 Have you ever whipped a bastard who was a slave before?
Chapter 64 Have you ever whipped a bastard who was a slave before?
Afterwards, Xia Tong slowly described the physical characteristics of the "Envoy of Madness" she had met at the pilgrimage church to Edgar.
"Yes! That's him!"
Edgar's eyes widened immediately after hearing the description.
"That hooded guy with the chilling voice!"
A terrifying and complete guess instantly took shape in Xia Tong's mind.
He turned his head and looked in the direction of the lion hybrid.
There, the heavily wounded lion hybrid had once again engaged in battle with the headless knight Ruthel.
However, his current speed and strength are far less terrifying than when he activated the "Vow of Vengeance".
The severe burns caused by Golden Fury, along with the accumulated damage from before, made it almost impossible for him to wield the heavy weight of the Sword Skeleton Greatsword with ease.
"Thump!"
Lutil seized the opportunity and, facing the slow sword swing from the lion hybrid, directly used her shield to charge.
"Bang!"
The lion hybrid was violently knocked to the ground, and the greatsword in his hand flew out of his grasp.
Then, Ruthel pressed her knight's lance, wreathed in deathly flames, against his throat.
"You have no chance of winning."
Xia Tong walked up to the lion hybrid, looked down at it, and spoke slowly.
"Ugh!"
The lion hybrid looked up at Xia Tong, its golden beastly eyes filled with resentment and desolation.
However, he had to admit that, severely injured, he was no longer able to deal with the combined forces of Xia Tong and Rutil.
The lion hybrid then turned around with difficulty and said something to the group of hybrid tribesmen behind him who had originally wanted to rush up and fight to the death.
These few obscure hybrid words were like a bombshell dropped into the hybrid community.
They shouted and roared, seemingly extremely dissatisfied and indignant at the order to hybridize the lions.
"Thump!"
The lion hybrid picked up the greatsword from the wrecked sword and stomped it heavily on the ground.
The tribespeople immediately fell silent, only lowering their heads and whimpering.
"I told you, if I fail, you can cut off my head."
"Let my people leave."
As he spoke, the lion hybrid stood with its sword in hand, its neck raised, no longer resisting, awaiting the final judgment.
"Lord Xia Tong! Please be sure to cut off his head!!"
Edgar, who was in the distance, saw this scene and shouted in a hoarse voice, his eyes filled with murderous intent.
Xia Tong did not respond immediately upon hearing the words of the city lord of Moen City.
He looked at the creature before him that maintained its dignity even in dire straits, and suddenly asked a question:
"That ritual...was it also given to you by a secret envoy?"
"The blood ritual that helps you gain the spiritual recognition of the Greatsword of the Skull."
The lion hybrid, who had been waiting to die with its eyes closed, suddenly opened them again upon hearing Xia Tong's words.
Those golden eyes held confusion and surprise, as if they didn't understand why Xia Tong knew about this.
However, since things had come to this point, he didn't want to hide anything anymore.
He said slowly:
"Yes. A human envoy wearing a hood."
"He claims to be the messenger of the Mad Fire, and like me, he hates the hypocritical Golden Tree and despises the Golden Law."
"really."
Xia Tong let out a long sigh.
This is a meticulously planned scheme to wipe out the family line.
The mad fire messenger, who called himself the "mad fire messenger" to the lion hybrid, incited him to seek revenge.
He calls himself "Two-Finger Messenger" to Edgar, taking advantage of his loyalty to the Golden Tree.
On one hand, the lion hybrids, aided by the power of the Greatsword of the Skull, gained an overwhelming advantage over Moen City, creating despair.
On the other hand, he also gave Edgar, the lord of Moen City, a modified "three-finger" holy mark that contained the power of mad fire.
He was induced to burn his own life force in a desperate situation, unleashing the powerful "Golden Fury," which severely injured the lion hybrid.
This is a lose-lose situation.
If the Envoy of Mad Fire had not been killed by Xia Tong, he might have appeared at this moment and silently killed the severely injured Lion Hybrid through some means.
Then, driven by rage and despair, the mixed race summoned the Mad Fire in their quest for revenge.
On the other side, Lord Edgar of Moen City must be on his deathbed after unleashing the Golden Fury.
Before he died, he was made to witness the horrific scene of his daughter being killed by a mixed-race man.
That extreme despair and pain will give birth to the most perfect grape – the Chapolili grape.
The scheme was ingenious, yet utterly cruel.
However, due to the presence of Xia Tong as a variable, all of these plans were completely ruined.
……
"Lord Xia Tong, why did you let that lion breed escape?!"
"They are unclean, filthy beasts! They will surely return and attack Moen City again!"
Looking at the distant sky, the mixed race gradually receded, retreating like a dark cloud.
A flush of extreme anger rose on Edgar's pale, withered face.
He stood with Xia Tong at the highest point of Moen City, but he couldn't understand Xia Tong's final decision.
"Lord Edgar, do you really think that after cutting off the lion hybrid's head, his nearly one hundred people will let it go?"
Xia Tong turned around and looked calmly at the knight who had lost his homeland.
"Even if we win, how many soldiers will be left in this city?"
"How much longer can your overtaxed body hold on? Can you truly believe you'll live to see tomorrow's sunrise?"
"If everyone dies, what will Elaine do without her father?"
One question after another struck Edgar's mind like a heavy hammer.
He opened his mouth, wanting to refute, but couldn't utter a single word.
Every word Xia Tong uttered struck at the core of the conflict.
"Can……"
Edgar was still somewhat unwilling.
"But what if I told you that the whole thing was a conspiracy from beginning to end?"
Xia Tong looked at Edgar and told him everything she had deduced, including the Mad Fire Envoy, the double betting, and the truth about the Xia Bolili grapes, without reservation.
Upon hearing all this, Edgar immediately took two steps back.
His already pale face turned even paler, almost devoid of any color.
Beads of cold sweat began to appear on my forehead.
"This...this is terrifying."
He simply couldn't imagine what would happen if it really did happen as the mad fire messenger predicted.
He, his daughter, and even the entire city of Moen will become sacrifices for the coming of the Mad Fire.
After saying these words, Xia Tong turned around and prepared to leave.
After taking a few steps, he suddenly stopped, turned around, looked at Lord Edgar of Moen City, and asked one last question:
"Lord Edgar, have you ever...whipped those bastards who were slaves?"
Edgar was stunned.
……
night.
Moen City experienced its first night in over ten days without roars or shouts of battle.
It was very quiet throughout the castle.
Some soldiers patrolled quietly, while others sat together eating, their faces showing less of the fatigue and fear they had shown in recent days.
Inside one of the fairly clean guest rooms.
Xia Tong tidied up the bed.
He looked at the kerosene lamp burning beside him, his eyes gleaming as he reviewed the day's events.
Just then, there was a soft knock on the door.