Damn it, this boss really has no normal skills.

It does sound exaggerated, but it is actually normal for such a situation to occur.

The Church of the Holy Light is a large and powerful organization, so they are not afraid of a little loss. They even feel that the surrounding environment seems to have improved because these insects are busy hurting each other.

However, great nobles like Jueqiao Fengying were wealthy and powerful, and they disdained to cooperate with this group of despicable people. They even wanted to take advantage of the situation to hunt them down and see if they could make a fortune too.

Then it is natural that faced with the double threat of mysterious assassins and pioneers, the small nobles and small churches, who have no other choice, would hug each other tightly like little monkeys.

But even though the Shadow Church is a newcomer, it looks down on these local worms who can only live in the mountains in the southern part of the kingdom and will lose everything if they fail.

Therefore, seeing that they wanted to unite, while politely declining the invitation, I only gave them a stone tablet for temporary contact, just to keep a good relationship with them.

But on the noble side, faced with the solemn invitation from a large number of evil god churches, there was obviously someone of sufficient importance who chose to attend in person.

He was an old gentleman whose seat was second only to the priest Hantie, and who always had a gloomy face. He was a great lord whose fiefdom was located in Yanshan Territory and whose title was earl.

However, there are different levels among the masters. Although they are both earls, his family background is obviously not as good as Fengying's, otherwise he would not have participated in such a small group.

Even so, the chasm between the great nobles and the small nobles still exists. Just look at the tense face of Earl Yanshan, as if he has suffered some great insult.

Therefore, the reason why he could condescend to come to the underground cave and negotiate with this group of bumpkins whom he usually looked down upon was related to a very important and ruthless task.

——That's right, he was the unlucky guy who, with just three sentences, caused the Father's Alliance to demolish the castle that they had spent more than two hundred years and several generations of countless money and efforts to finally build!

When the whole network was watching the show, everyone thought that White Eagle was used to being arrogant and deliberately found an excuse to criticize this old guy who had some unpleasantness with them before.

After all, this... is also their traditional art, right?

And at least this time there are real believers of the evil god, instead of just finding a bottle of laundry detergent and running to the United Nations Conference to shake it around and show what shamelessness is.

Can……

This old guy just officially became enemies with White Eagle the day before yesterday, and today he appeared at the negotiation table where many evil god churches were seeking unified cooperation. This speed is really too fast.

It can only be said that it seems that everyone has really wronged the Bald Eagle this time - this damn Master Yanshan really is having an affair with the evil god believers!

However, the fundamental reason why he entered this game was that his level had declined and his ability was too low, so he could not survive in the high-end game.

But even if it is the gold that drops, it is better than these little silver players who have to sweat profusely while playing a low-end game, and can't go up or down, and are stuck here for the rest of their lives.

Therefore, to everyone on the field, he is still a behemoth that must not be provoked and can only be attached to.

Therefore, after hearing that this old gentleman was the legendary Earl Yanshan, everyone's eyes revealed enthusiasm, and they were about to kneel down on the spot, calling him father and begging for food.

Yan Shan was undoubtedly accustomed to such stares. This feeling of being the center of attention made him, who was feeling a little uneasy, quite enjoyable, and the gloom on his face dissipated a lot.

But even though it dissipated, after a polite greeting and a slight nod, it still maintained a dignified silence.

Of course, the aloofness of the golden masters did not affect the enthusiasm of the silver monks. Although they still couldn't help but look at each other with disgust, they were of the same kind after all, and began to "appear" in a harmonious atmosphere.

And it must be said that the nobles are indeed more civilized than these illiterate believers who dropped out of prenatal education. When they complain, not only do they not use foul language, but they are also very organized.

One of them had a pretty good writing style and even wrote a document with a manifesto-like tone. Not only did it have no typos, it even had punctuation marks!

But when the Frost Iron Priest finally finished his introduction and was about to get to the main topic of the evening, the Count, who had been silent for a long time, frowned.

——In fact, he has always been wrinkling, but this time the wrinkles are deeper.

"Hmm? Are these the only idle people coming tonight?"

This was quite disrespectful to everyone, but who could blame him for being the toughest? So the Frost Iron Priest could only smile.

"Haha, Lord Earl, these are indeed the only ones we have invited for now, but... there are still some that we are trying to win over and contact, so not all of our alliance members are here."

But Earl Yanshan is, after all, a veteran in the aristocratic circle. How could he possibly believe such evasive words?

So he snorted again and spoke in a low voice.

"I don't want to hear your explanation, incompetent priest. I just want to know whether the people from the Shadow Church have arrived or not."

"Well, this... Actually, they expressed a very strong desire. For example, they gave me this contact spell! It's just..."

boom!

Unable to bear it any longer, Earl Yanshan pounded the table hard and stared into the eyes of Priest Hantie.

"This is different from what we agreed on before! How dare you, a petty evil cultist, deceive a distinguished earl of the kingdom!"

Angry, of course he would be angry!

After Yanshan's castle was blown up by those damn pioneers, the first thing he did was not to take revenge immediately and kill all the barbarians who dared to offend him, but to sneak into such a den of snakes and rats to hold a meeting.

That means that with his strength, he has no confidence to deal with this group of thieves. He is afraid! Even though he has a loyal knight of level 42!

So for him, the purpose of this meeting was not to waste time chatting with these useless people.

After all, if we really unite with them, I'm afraid we will just be giving those pioneers a few side dishes.

His goal was actually to find an ally of sufficient weight, an ally of sufficient weight to at least allow him to have a go at the poker table of the great nobles!

——For example, the Shadow Church.

But not now! People look down on this place, so they don’t come here!

Then why is he still here?

Are you sick in the head? Do you want to taste the stink of these idiots?!

The nobles do pay attention to etiquette, but this etiquette is also for each other. They are just a bunch of useless trash. Why should we treat them well?

"Hmph, goodbye!"

So Earl Yanshan stood up suddenly and was about to walk towards the gate.

The Frost Iron Priest was about to give chase, but the knight stepped forward and blocked his way with his unsheathed sword, making a rumbling sound and causing his blood to boil.

"Pagan, all you have to do is open the door!"

"伱......"

Even a clay figure can get angry, let alone a follower of the evil god who already has an extremely beautiful mental state?

Therefore, while the Frost Iron Priest clenched his teeth, several other people could not help but clench their fists.

……

In fact, if you think about it carefully, if you want to stop the loss, besides turning off the faucet quickly, you can also add more water to the sink.

Moreover, it was obvious that Earl Yanshan could not afford to provoke the pioneers, so he came here to negotiate with them.

So is he really a very strong thigh? Not necessarily.

So, the nobles need money and land, and the believers need people and shelter, and everyone's group needs are actually not in conflict.

Although there are many people and big appetites, conflicts often occur because there are too many wolves and too little meat.

The Count is a great master, he is already… already grown up, so…

Isn't it just a good idea for everyone to have a good meal together?

even……

More than enough?

Can I have another meal?

So everyone at the table began to exchange glances in silence, and soon, the only few who were still a little confused and resistant were also assimilated.

Good.

The Earl's lair had just been bombed and his foundation was unstable. Now was the right time.

This is the headquarters of the Frost Iron Church. We have the key, and this is a great location.

There are many people in the group, and most of them are elites. This is harmony among people.

Alas, it is God's will to kill him, it is not my fault!

therefore.

Now or never!

The timid ones will starve to death, and the bold ones will die of gluttony. Do it!

But just as the Earl had reached the door, the knight, feeling that the threat was enough, turned his back, and everyone reached for their weapons, ready for a fight of ants devouring elephants and the black eating the black.

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew up in the semi-enclosed underground cave, blowing out all the torches.

Do not!

It's not the wind!

This was just the misleading result of everyday logic. It was obvious that something had come and completely covered them like an invisible hand!

"who!"

The noble knight was indeed extremely loyal. He immediately drew the sword from his waist, followed the direction he remembered, grabbed the earl, and protected him behind him.

But what he used most often on a daily basis was just fire magic to enchant the sword's edge. Since it was not holy light, it would not produce any light even if it was activated at full power.

As he questioned, a faint response came from the darkness.

"Who are you? Aren't you the ones calling me?!"

"die!"

However, the knight who has entered combat mode will not care what the enemy says, and will only attack in the direction from which it came.

But when his strike, which was as swift as teleportation, landed, there was no strange feeling on the sword tip - it had completely missed!

And in the next second, he heard the sound of whistling wind and a mocking voice in his ears.

"My Lord Earl, your knight seems to be very uneducated?"

"Woo..."

Some blunt object hit his head with great force. Even with the protection of a thick and enchanted helmet, the knight still felt his head buzzing.

But when fighting becomes an instinct, even if the mind is temporarily offline it will not affect the turn of action, so his body does not stop at all, and he thrusts out a sword in the direction of the attack.

And then of course it was empty again!

And the enemy did not give him the chance to fight back. The mysterious blunt weapon seemed to split into four parts, dancing vigorously in the pitch-black darkness.

After severely injuring his left arm, right leg, and chest, he finally hit him hard in the stomach.

"puff……"

The knight couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood and lost his fighting ability. He fell to the ground with his abdominal armor cracked.

As his body fell powerlessly to the ground, all the obscured light sources in the room suddenly became brighter, allowing him to see the powerful being standing in front of him.

But that was not the ferocious-looking iron stick skeleton he had imagined, nor was it the heavy hammer barbarian that looked like a little giant.

On the contrary, it was a figure clad in darkness, and he was so light that he looked like a shadow floating in the air.

Before his hazy thoughts gradually disappeared and he completely fainted, only a fragmentary sentence echoed in his mind.

...It was...this thing...that defeated me?

He could turn off all the lights in the room, rush down from the sky, and use his fists and feet to beat a level 42 Fire Magic Knight into a prisoner in ten seconds.

This person was naturally none other than Ji Ming, who had been watching on the ceiling for a long time.

Seeing that the only person on the field who could affect his operation was unable to take care of himself, he temporarily felt relieved and turned to look around.

He found that in front of him, Earl Yanshan had been so scared that he fell to the ground. The aristocratic tone that the old man usually loved to put on was broken and he had lost all his composure.

Behind him, those priests who had been glaring at each other before were now huddled together with the petty nobles, using their strength to demonstrate what it meant to be a nest of snakes and rats.

Therefore, it is well known that snakes and rats will quickly hide when they see a sudden bright light, so...

“Ghost…ghost ghost ghost…ghost!”

With a scream, they suddenly scattered and began high-speed Brownian motion in the secret room with their men. The crackling sounds of collisions and falls were endless.

Ji Ming standing in the chaos.jpg

"quiet!"

"what!"

All he could say was that the deterrent effect was too strong, and he couldn't stop them even without using some [Suggestion].

After analyzing the situation that the Count was useless and had to rely on himself for survival, the trembling Frost Iron Priest plucked up his courage and simply came over with the contact spell given by the Shadow Church.

He just keeps talking nonsense.

"Sir, I wonder what brings you here? To be honest, we have some connection with the Shadow Church, so please..."

Then he saw the spell that he was clearly holding tightly in his hand fly up into the air, and under the guidance of a vague shadow, it fell into the hands of that "person".

"Related? I'm from the Shadow Church, how come I don't know we're related?"

The Frost Iron Priest was stunned for a moment, and a hint of flattery quickly appeared on his face.

"My lord! My lord! I knew you would come, my lord! It is because we knew you would come that we have not yet gotten to the point!"

After saying that, he quickly rushed back to the long table and rubbed the chair where he had just enjoyed himself for a second with his sleeve.

"Sir, please sit down! Sit down! This seat has always been reserved for you! Please!"

Ji Ming: ...Awesome, very capable.