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Alpha trusted Beta's judgment. She called out to the two girls, "Notify everyone, prepare to depart!"

"Alpha-sama?"

Beta: "Are you coming with us?"

"Ah, just in case."

Alpha: "Don't worry, I won't interfere unless you encounter danger."

"I see."

Beta smiled, knowing that Alpha was worried about them.

Thus, the two adorable little fairies followed in Alpha's footsteps, heading towards the northern mountains of the barony.

"Boom!"

At the same time, inside a cult stronghold hidden in the mountains, a burly man shattered the wall beside him with a punch.

His name was Harvey, a magic swordsman from a noble family in the Kingdom of Midgard.

In order to gain enough political leverage in the country, Harvey had connected with the cult and received their help.

But now, everything was ruined!

"Where the hell did these guys come from?!"

The man's voice was filled with anger and resentment, as he was about to gain the favor of the cult's higher-ups by capturing a large number of vessels.

But at this moment, Alpha and the others appeared, not only causing Harvey heavy losses, but also attracting the attention of the higher-ups.

"Seeing you raging impotently is truly delightful."

"Who?!"

The sudden voice interrupted Harvey's frenzy.

He looked towards the door and saw a blond young man walking towards him.

"Jeno, what do you want?"

"It's not me."

The man named Jeno placed a projection magic stone on the table. "It's that Lord, who wants to see you."

"That..."

Harvey was stunned at first, then immediately realized the identity of the person Jeno was talking about.

Instantly, he felt a chill down his spine, and his whole body couldn't help but tremble.

"Beep!"

As the projection magic stone was activated, a phantom figure appeared in front of Harvey.

"Lord Fenrir!!"

Without hesitation, Harvey immediately knelt down on both knees. "Please, please give me another chance!"

"This time! This time I will definitely kill all those stinky brats!"

Harvey pleaded desperately, hoping that the other party would give him another chance.

"This is the third time."

The silver-haired youth named Fenrir had a murderous look in his eyes. "There won't be a fourth time!"

"And even now, you haven't figured out who is behind this."

"Harvey, you disappoint me too much."

"No! That's not how it is!"

Harvey: "I sent people after them, but they escaped too quickly!"

"Escaped?"

Fenrir found it incredibly ridiculous. He looked down at the burly man kneeling on the ground, watching him tremble like a quail. "Killed so many of our people, and each time they were able to leave safely, you say they were escaping?"

As the top swordsman in Midgard, Fenrir had seen the corpses of those who died at the hands of Alpha and the others.

There were obvious sword marks on the corpses.

That was a sharp slash that only the top swordsmen could perform.

A fatal blow, what a dashing and sharp swordsmanship!

"That's not something you can deal with."

Not to mention Harvey, even among the Twelve Knights of the Round Table, few possessed such swordsmanship.

The opponent's strength was very strong, so strong that even the Round Table candidates couldn't reach that level.

For Harvey to say that he let the other party escape was simply insulting his intelligence!

"Jeno."

"Yes!"

Hearing his lord's call, the blond young man standing in front of the screen quickly turned around and knelt down. "Your subordinate is here!"

"Leave everything here to you."

"Don't disappoint me!"

After saying that, the image on the screen disappeared, leaving only the blond young man with his head lowered, the corners of his mouth twitching madly.

"Heh heh, hahahaha!"

The blond young man stood up and looked back at Harvey, his calm gaze as if he were looking at a dead man. "It seems that Lord Fenrir is very dissatisfied with your performance."

Originally, Jeno thought that Fenrir would give Harvey another chance.

But who would have thought that the other party would feel that even saying another word was a waste of time.

Without a doubt, Harvey had been abandoned.

Because of one failure after another, Fenrir's tolerance for him had reached its limit.

He was useless!

"No."

"That can't be!"

Harvey wanted to argue, wanted to reconnect with Fenrir.

"Puff!!"

The next moment, a sharp blade slid past!

An arm fell to the ground with a splash of blood, accompanied by Harvey's miserable scream.

"Ah!!!"

He clutched his arm, wailing in pain, his eyes full of murderous intent as he looked at Jeno.

Harvey was unwilling!

How could he be willing to fail like this!

Clearly, not long ago, he was still one step ahead of the other party and was closer to becoming a Round Table candidate!

But now...

"How unsightly, Lord Harvey."

Jeno Gulifei, the rising star of the Kingdom of Midgard, had shown extraordinary swordsmanship talent as soon as he appeared and was valued by the royal family.

And in a few years, Jeno would also become the fiance of the kingdom's second princess and receive a nomination for the twelfth seat of the Round Table.

Of course, according to the original plot, Jeno would die in the hands of Shadow, blasted into ashes by the magic power transformation.

"Everything here is now up to me!"

Hearing this, Harvey gritted his teeth but dared not refute.

His strength was only on par with Jeno, and both were named children of the cult........

Now that he had lost an arm, Harvey couldn't possibly be Jeno's opponent.

As for resisting or defecting...

Don't be ridiculous!

That was the Diabolo Cult, a behemoth hidden beneath the light, ruling the entire world for thousands of years!

Didn't he see that Jeno had attacked him, and Harvey didn't even have the courage to resist?

Once Lord Fenrir knew of his betrayal.

Then what awaited him would be hellish torture!

The cult had a strict hierarchy, and its leader was called the Twelve Knights of the Round Table, theoretically consisting of twelve members.

However, the truth was that the twelfth seat was usually vacant, and its purpose was to attract and lure others to join.

The cult could produce one drop of Diabolo Dew every year.

Those who consumed the dew would gain powerful magic power and an immortal body.

The only drawback was that the dew needed to be taken regularly, otherwise, it would be counterattacked.

Like Fenrir mentioned by Jeno, he was a powerful swordsman who had lived for thousands of years, called the Evil Ghost of Midgard from ancient times, ranking fifth in the Round Table.

Fenrir was responsible for controlling the Kingdom of Midgard.

He and his followers were called the Fenrir faction in the cult.

Similar to him were the Loki faction, the Hela faction, and the Jormungandr faction.

That's right, these names mostly came from Norse mythology, and Loki, Hela, and Jormungandr were respectively the sixth, seventh, and eighth seats of the Round Table.

Upper Round Table, Middle Round Table, Lower Round Table, even among the twelve seats of the cult, there were differences in status.

Below the twelve seats were the Round Table candidates.

Harvey and Jeno were contenders for this valuable candidate seat.

If it weren't for Alpha and the others suddenly intruding, Harvey believed that he had a high probability of defeating Jeno and winning the Midgard candidate spot.

The Round Table candidates were not unique.

They only had the opportunity to compete for the twelve seats, but they had not yet become the twelve seats.

Theoretically, each of the twelve seats had corresponding Round Table candidate nominations.

Therefore, becoming a Round Table candidate was not only a symbol of strength, but also meant that they had the qualification to talk to the real twelve seats.

Below that were the named children who had their own names and could maintain their sanity.

And the consumables that had completely lost their self-awareness, like mad dogs.

"Damn it!!"

"Jeno!!!!!"

Harvey stared at Jeno, the pain from his arm far less than the resentment and jealousy in his heart.

"How unsightly, Lord Harvey."

"Haven't you noticed yet?"

Jeno sneered and placed a bottle of reddish-black pills on the table.

"This is?!"

Seeing this bottle of things, Harvey's pupils shrank suddenly.

But before he could say anything more, a large amount of black blood overflowed from his mouth and nose, and at the same time, a large amount of black lightning appeared.

"Je, Jeno, you!"

"Ah!!!!"

The next moment, accompanied by a terrifying black and red magic storm, Harvey transformed into a deformed monster four or five meters tall in a painful wail.

"Is this the Fallen?"