110: Chapter 110 Interception

Looking at the farmers working diligently in the fields, the peaceful castle, and the faint sound of praise, Byron felt a weight lift from his heart.

It seemed that things had not spiraled toward the worst possible outcome.

This way, the safety of his subsequent actions might...

Just as Byron was pondering, the castle gates suddenly opened, and a squad of sturdy soldiers clad in leather armor charged out on horseback, whipping their mounts.

If it were just that, it wouldn't have disrupted Byron's train of thought.

But unfortunately, the direction this squad of soldiers was heading was exactly the village where Byron had been earlier.

Seeing this, the corner of Byron's mouth twitched. He didn't know if it was because his intuition was too sharp, or if the deity in the castle was taking the opportunity to stir up trouble for him.

Otherwise, how could things be such a coincidence?

Taking one last deep look at the castle, Byron stood up and turned, disappearing over the hill.

He still needed more detailed intelligence regarding the situation inside the castle.

"Snap—"

In the silent forest, Byron gripped a soldier's neck with one hand. Amidst the soldier's violent struggle, he snapped the man's neck as if he were merely crushing a chick.

At this moment, the area around Byron was charred black, and the tall trees nearby were toppled one after another, burning with raging flames.

On the scorched earth lay a dozen gruesome corpses, both human and equine, strewn about in disarray.

Standing in the midst of this scene, Byron looked as terrifying as a demon returned from the abyss.

Although Byron's Physique could not be considered powerful, that was only in comparison to those wizards who focused on or relied entirely on their Physique.

But to ordinary people, his Physique was something they could only dream of reaching.

After all, as a wizard, one's Physique would leap forward alongside the advancement of one's Mental Energy.

After killing the last soldier who was putting up a desperate resistance, Byron turned his head with a smile to look at the three soldiers huddled under a tree, trembling in fear.

Upon seeing this sight, the three soldiers were so terrified that they shrieked aloud.

However, at the very last moment, fearing that their screams would anger the man before them, they forcibly clamped their hands over their own mouths.

Seeing how sensible the three were, Byron nodded in satisfaction.

The reason these three had not died like the others was twofold.

On one hand, the moment Byron attacked, these three had immediately fled the battlefield, and later, when the soldiers charged, they had hidden to the side and avoided participating, which was why they had survived.

The other reason was very simple.

It was that Byron realized these three probably had significant identities, which would help him understand the situation inside the castle.

After all, the clothes these three were wearing looked far superior to those of the other soldiers.

"Alright, no one will disturb us now. From here on, you will answer whatever I ask. Otherwise, hehe..."

Byron didn't finish the sentence, but the three of them understood the implication perfectly.

Hearing this, the three nodded frantically, fearing that if they were a second too slow, they would incur Byron's dissatisfaction and have their necks snapped just like the other soldiers.

Byron did not waste time and immediately began his interrogation.

"Why did you lead soldiers out of the castle, and what was your objective?"

Hearing this, the three were clearly stunned, and their expressions became hesitant.

Seeing this, Byron didn't indulge them. He flipped his palm, and a ball of flame appeared in his hand, drifting lazily toward the three of them.

Finally, the flame hovered in front of them, its intense heat scorching them relentlessly.

Having never experienced such a thing, the three immediately let out wails like dying pigs.

"I'll talk, I'll talk!"

"Yes, we'll all talk!"

"We came out following the Lord's command to investigate matters. The warriors under the Lord were killed outside, and the Lord is very angry. He wants us to kill the person who offended Him and bring the corpse back!"

Hearing the answer from the last person, Byron nodded in satisfaction, and the flame floating in front of them dissipated.

Byron: "You two should learn from him. Didn't I say I don't want to hear nonsense? Just give me the answers I want directly."

Hearing this, the three nodded in unison, indicating they understood.

Although they were certain in their hearts that this man had never said such a thing, they dared not refute it, fearing that if they angered him, they would be the ones to suffer the consequences.

Byron asked again: "What is this 'Lord' you speak of?"

"The 'Lord'—that person insisted we call Him that. We don't know what's going on either."

"The Lord is the deity Baron Veilla told us to worship. He calls Himself the God of War, and His name is the God of War."

Listening to the three of them answering in a rush, Byron did not interrupt them.

Although their simultaneous answers were a bit chaotic and the information was slightly troublesome to process, it saved significantly more time compared to having them answer one by one.

Moreover, this way, there was no need to worry about the three of them colluding; after all, if they could still collude under these circumstances, Byron would just have to accept it.

Furthermore, this small amount of information processing was nothing to Byron; there was no need for him to even activate the assistance of his Eye of Omniscience.

After hearing their answers, Byron did not express any doubt but continued his questioning.

"What about the origin of this God of War, the God of War?"

"I know about this. I saw with my own eyes how He came to be. He fell from the sky, and Veilla and I picked Him up together."

"The reason we picked Him up was that He promised that as long as Veilla helped Him, He could help Veilla ascend to the throne of the King."

"I said at the time that this thing was no good, but Veilla had already been blinded by greed and couldn't see clearly."

"And he paid the price for his greed. Just a short while before we came out, Veilla died at the hands of the God of War."

As soon as these words were spoken, the other two looked at the speaker with expressions of utter disbelief.

"How could this be? Veilla is dead? Killed by the God of War?!"

"How could Veilla die? What about the soldiers under his command? How could he just die like that?!"

The person who had spoken first rolled his eyes at their questioning and said irritably.

"Why would I lie to you? Veilla was killed by the very soldiers under his command, and his body was buried. If it weren't for that, how could I have left the city with these soldiers, and how would I have run into..."

At this point, the speaker seemed to realize what he was saying, shrank his head, and dared not say anything more.

The other two remained in a state of disbelief, dazed and staring blankly ahead with hollow eyes.

As for Byron, upon hearing this, he raised his hand and stroked his chin.

The intelligence contained in this news was extremely useful to Byron, and it even made him realize that this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity that could significantly reduce the pressure he faced in dealing with the God of War.