113: Prelude to Chapter 113

After the chaos began, at the center of the castle, above the church, God of War watched the houses engulfed in raging flames and the wails that had replaced the sounds of hymns.

He took a deep breath, his expression intoxicated, muttering to himself: "Yes, yes, yes, this is the flavor, wails, flames, screams, blood..."

"This is war, this is my Domain, but it is still a bit too small. Since you want to disperse my power, then I will do as you wish and add another fire here, making this blaze burn even more fiercely."

"However, you must not disappoint me. You absolutely must come. I really want to see what kind of existence a wizard is, and whether they will erupt with a different kind of wail under suppression."

After finishing, God of War's figure blurred, and he appeared at the church entrance, in front of the Tall Man.

"You now take these soldiers who have not been bestowed with my Divine Power and join this carnival. I want to see rivers of blood; this is the best gift for me!"

The Tall Man heard this and cursed him as a pervert in his heart, but his reaction was the exact opposite.

He bowed respectfully before God of War: "As you wish."

God of War waved his hand: "Go! Go, you all go and join this carnival too! Prove your faith in me on the battlefield and fulfill your oaths!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the soldiers lined up neatly in front of the church saluted in unison, and a clanging, powerful sound immediately rang out.

Subsequently, under the leadership of the Tall Man, they rushed towards the battlefield.

As for God of War, he led the remaining warriors who had been bestowed with his Divine Power into the church and closed the church doors.

...

On the other side, on a hill outside the castle, Byron stood on the summit, watching the burning castle, a look of emotion appearing on his face.

These nobles truly do not value the lives of commoners; they are truly much more ruthless than him.

Originally, his intention was to have those two mobilize all their troops to fight face-to-face with the forces controlled by God of War, drawing out their strength.

But he did not expect them to play such a big game; it was simply beyond his imagination.

Whenever he thought he had no bottom line, compared to these people, he suddenly felt so pure again.

However, Byron was not some holier-than-thou hypocrite; he distanced himself from everything, as if it had nothing to do with him.

He understood in his heart that this disaster was actually inseparable from him, and he had no intention of shirking responsibility.

After all, since it was already done, why say so much?

Therefore, Byron only sighed in his heart, and then he realized this was the best opportunity.

Without hesitation, he turned his head to look at the fatty behind him: "Now it is our turn to enter; lead the way."

The fatty did not speak; after respectfully nodding, he led Byron into the hidden secret passage at the entrance.

Walking into the dark secret passage, Byron had nothing to say and just followed quietly behind the leading fatty, walking forward.

As for that fatty, since Byron had not spoken, where would he have the guts to open his mouth? He could only keep his mouth shut and continue leading the way in front, heading towards the destination in his memory.

And the reason a guide was still needed after entering the secret passage was entirely because the passage was not one of those tunnels that could be walked from start to finish without any forks.

Could such a passage even be called a secret passage? What kind of good person would build an escape passage like that? If chased by soldiers from behind, wouldn't one be done for immediately?

He did not know how long they had walked, but Byron could hear the increasingly clear sounds of slaughter and wailing in his ears.

The commotion not only did not gradually decrease with the passage of time, but instead became even louder.

Realizing this, Byron narrowed his eyes, a half-smile appearing at the corner of his mouth.

Although he did not know how powerful those two's Families were, he knew how powerful the warriors under God of War who had been bestowed with Divine Power were.

The other side could hold out for so long and even fight with increasing vigor.

Without even needing to think, there were only two possibilities for this situation.

One was that the god named God of War was extremely weak and could not bestow much Divine Power, having to rely on those Mortals.

The other was that He was fishing; He was afraid that if He finished these people off too quickly, He would scare himself away, so He was there feigning weakness.

Regarding the first possibility, Byron did not think much before discarding it.

Who would believe He was weak when He could let two warriors bestowed with Divine Power run around freely?

So it could only be the second; it could only be the second situation.

Thinking of this, dangerous light flickered in Byron's eyes.

Wanting to act as the fisherman and treat me as the fish to be caught, I just don't know if your appetite is big enough, if your rod is sturdy enough, and if your strength is great enough.

Just don't fail to catch the fish and end up being dragged into the water by the fish instead.

That would be laughable.

Not long after, Byron's pupils constricted slightly; he saw wisps of light appearing ahead.

At the same time, the fatty walking in front also spoke excitedly: "My Lord, we are almost at the exit; it is just ahead."

Byron nodded, no longer following behind the fatty, and walked past him, saying.

"Very good, your task is now complete. Next, like those two, go and help them; do not disappoint me."

The fatty watched Byron walk out of the secret passage, his face full of tears.

What exactly had he done? Why couldn't he help himself! Why did he have to walk so fast!

Really, now he had to go do other things.

In this way, wouldn't he be doing one more thing than them?

If they saw this, he would be laughed to death.

However, he couldn't not do it; he didn't want to die, nor did he want his Family to be destroyed just like that.

Therefore, no matter how unwilling he was, he could only honestly follow Byron's instructions and go to work.

Sighing in a low voice, the fatty seemed to resign himself to his fate, turned in the secret passage, walked into another fork, and disappeared into the darkness.

As for Byron at this moment, he did not understand the fatty's complicated feelings, nor did he want to understand; after all, he had just said it casually and had not taken it to heart.

Walking out of the secret passage, Byron found himself in a room with a huge area, luxurious interior, and full of opulence.

Looking around, tall vaulted ceilings, exquisite utensils, antiques full of the scent of time...

Seeing all this, Byron nodded slightly in his heart, confirming that he had not gone the wrong way; the decorations in the room were no different from what the fatty had described.

This place should be the residence of the master of this castle, Baron Veilla.

The church where God of War was, which had been converted from a great hall, was not far from here.

Even now, Byron could see the spire of the church through the window.

Byron looked at the spire building, smiled slightly, and without hesitation, strode towards the door; the goal need not be said, it was naturally the church where God of War was.

However, as Byron walked, his figure slowly disappeared into the room; in the end, only the faint sound of footsteps could be heard, but one could not see where the person was.

Not long after, the luxurious room returned to its previous silence; only the pushed-open bookshelf and the pitch-black passage indicated that someone had entered here before.