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"Your name is Goren, an eighth-level mage. If you are asked to assassinate an eighth-level melee mage, what are your chances of winning?"

"As an eighth-level mage, I have been planning to assassinate a ninth-level mage."

Duke raised his head, and a jet black dagger appeared in Goron's hand.

"Duke, when you started the war, you should have thought of such a day."

He suddenly waved his hand and stabbed the dagger in his hand into the body of Jeremy beside him. Jeremy didn't even realize what happened. He stared at the mage named Goron with wide eyes.

Goren stretched out his hand to cover his mouth and broke his neck. Jeremy's body quickly dried up, as if all the blood had been drained away. With a gentle push from Goren, he fell to the ground.

The dagger in Goron's hand was filled with a layer of red light.

Goron approached Duke step by step. "You don't have any countermeasures in your mage tower. I don't know if this is confidence or arrogance."

Duke sat on his chair without moving and said calmly: "It seems that you are one of the victims of the war."

"I know you are a ninth-level mage and can cast spells without spells, but have you noticed that all the magic elements in this room have been banished?

You're too conceited, Duke. "

Duke tried to mobilize the magic power. Indeed, there was a strange substance in the air that prevented the magic from forming.

"Don't struggle Duke, the forbidden magic was released in this room after I entered. I spent all my money to get it from the Aslan Association. It is the nemesis of the elemental mage.

Duke, at this time, have you ever reflected on why you launched this war? Do you know how many families were destroyed and how many people died in order to satisfy your selfish desires? Do you know that the cities close to the front line were forced into ruins by the war? What does it look like?"

Duke said: "I thought I was the only one who would have a great desire to talk when I was sure to win. I didn't expect that everyone would have it, but why do you think you have a chance to win?"

Goron's expression gradually became ferocious, "You are an elemental mage. The elemental mage's close combat capability is as weak as that of a child, while I am an eighth-level melee mage.

You ask me why I have a chance to win."

He walked up to Duke, who still sat motionless, "Duke, repent."

He raised the dagger in his hand high.

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A blood-red line appeared on his neck, power flowed through his body, and an incredible look appeared in his eyes, "This... what is this..."

"Charged Iai Slash, maybe you haven't heard of it, but as a mage, you must consider the way you fight when someone gets close to you.

Goren, my ego stems from my confidence.

Moreover, I am not an elemental mage, and your information is wrong.

Sorry, I have a lot of nonsense. You should die first. "

Duke's sword skills or sword skills have always been something he is proud of. To put it more professionally, Duke is proficient in primary weapons.

Goron fell to the ground unwillingly.

Duke picked up the black dagger. Pure magic weapons would dissipate on their own after the owner died, but this dagger did not. Duke could feel the cold breath from this dagger.

He inserted the dagger into Goren's body. Goren's body quickly shriveled up and turned into a skinny mummy, while the dagger was covered with a layer of richer red light.

"Absorb the life force of the murdered person to gain more powerful cutting ability... and the ability to break demons"

It's a very interesting weapon. Duke may have to find a way to deliver it to Strange. He won't be able to use it, but Strange can.

Walking down the stairs, those on the lower floor of the mage tower bowed respectfully when they saw Duke. Duke nodded to someone again, "You, go clean up my room and get rid of those two corpses."

"Yes."

As for why these two people died, he couldn't ask now, and he didn't dare to ask.

After waiting again for a few days, Duke felt he was ready, so he ordered a servant to take him to Ingersoll's home.

This assassin is the last batch of assassins. Apart from him, no other eighth-level mage is willing to assassinate this divine envoy. After all, this divine envoy has been assassinated many times and has been able to save the day every time. Now he has reached the eighth level. The level of a master mage.

This fighting mage is already a guest of all countries. There is no need to be an enemy of a ninth-level mage just because of his promise.

With the countdown to the remaining time of Strange in this world, Duke decided to give him one last trial.

"Look, rare guest, I think I have to hold a dance to welcome you." Ingersoll was a little surprised when he saw Duke. Duke had such a cold temperament, and he rarely went out on his own initiative.

Duke sat in front of Ingersoll and simply stated the intention of his arrival: "I want to continue waging war against the church."

"Didn't you already get what you wanted in the war? Do you still want healing magic? No one except devout believers can learn healing magic. This is what countless people have tried."

Duke said: "I want the original."

It doesn't matter whether it was the original or not, what matters is that Duke wants to start a war, that's all.

"It is impossible for the church to give you the original, which is the handwriting of the true God. If it is really handed over to you, there will be no need for the church to exist, and everyone will doubt their belief in the true God."

Duke knocked on the table and emphasized: "Then destroy the church."

"You're crazy Duke," Ingersoll shouted, "Do you know that the church has a way to contact the true God? The true God sent an envoy to correct the church's status.

I even heard people say that you have been sending people to assassinate this divine envoy, but this divine envoy has always been able to save the day. The true God is watching us.

Duke, if you are going against the church at this time, you are seeking your own death. "

Duke said: "The one I want to kill is also this divine envoy."

"No, no, no, I don't agree, Duke. If you insist on doing this, I will have no choice but to expel you from San Carlos together with Egbert."

Egbert was the emperor of San Carlos.

Duke leaned back in his chair and thought for a moment. There are only three ninth-level mages in the San Carlos Empire. Among them, the Mages Federation is an organization similar to a research institution. The president and vice president don't have much regard for the mages below. Great binding force.

The emperor had absolute rights over the army, and the nobles did not have their own territory but only had some status and privileges.

If Duke wants to start a war, he must persuade Ingersoll and Egbert, but Duke does not want to argue with them. Duke is in a hurry, and the proportion of time passing here to the earth is unknown. There are still many hidden dangers in his Stark Empire, and he must return before these hidden dangers erupt.

so....

Duke asked, "Ingersoll, are you really going to refuse my offer?"

Ingersoll heard the threat in Duke's words. He shook his head and said, "Duke, this matter is not as simple as you think... uh..."

A blood mark appeared on his neck. Duke put the dagger back into his sleeve and said, "The body of a ninth-level mage is weaker than I thought."

Especially when you are unprepared.

The guards guarding Ingersoll shouted in horror: "Duke, what have you done? You know what you have done. What a god!"

You killed Lord Ingersoll, who was also a ninth-level mage. Are you trying to start a civil war?"

But they did not dare to show their weapons to Duke, and Duke ignored their shouts and walked straight out of Ingersoll's manor.

After getting on the carriage, Duke said: "Take me to the palace."

The servant swallowed after hearing the shouts of the guards in the manor. He probably knew what a crazy thing Duke had done...

Now Duke is going to the palace...Holy God...I believe in the true God again, stop this crazy guy...

He simply couldn't imagine what the country would look like under Duke's rule.

Maybe there will be endless war waiting for them... This madman...