The War God's Homecoming

Chapter 215 The Conspirator

Chapter 215 The Conspirator

"Hmm? Is he from Secret Essences?" Angus Rizzo's pupils slightly contracted.

Although he wasn't from Glavale, the reputation of Secret Essences of Glavale was well-known. As the master of the Wu Du Sect, how could he not have heard of it?

A faint unease rose in his heart, and his right eyelid twitched uncontrollably a few times.

"Do you want to see my identification?" Stout glanced at him.

Angus exhaled a breath and continued, "Even if he's from Secret Essences, so what? This is all his one-sided account. Who knows if he..."

"I'll give you a chance!" Without letting him finish, Billy interrupted him, "Expose the person who ordered you, and I might spare your life."

Angus Rizzo coldly snorted.

"Nonsense. I didn't do this at all, let alone have anyone ordering me!"

"Is that so?" Billy's eyes narrowed slightly.

"If I recall correctly, a year ago, your Wu Du Sect sent people to participate in that war, didn't you?"

"You should be well aware of the strength and style of the Army of Bloodshadow. In attempting to assassinate me, regardless of whether your people succeeded or not, Tyren would face a great disaster, even leading to its downfall! Not that I'm underestimating you, but your Wu Du Sect, small as it is, doesn't have the guts to bear such consequences unless someone is supporting you from

behind! And if I'm not mistaken, this person's status and power in Tyren are definitely not low. They might even have the ability to replace the lord!"

"Am I analyzing it correctly!?"

Upon hearing this, a sound of cold gasps filled the entire hall, and astonishment appeared on the faces of everyone present. Especially the high-ranking members of Tyren in the hall, each of them felt waves of shock.

Hunting's face darkened. Prompted by Billy, he had already realized something. This matter was likely aimed at his position as the king of Tyren.

"I... I have no idea what you're talking about!" Panic in Angus's eyes became more pronounced.

"Don't know what I'm talking about? Let me continue analyzing for you!" Billy picked up his teacup and took another sip.

"In this matter, if it succeeds, the Army of Bloodshadow will attack Tyren. There's no doubt that the ultimate responsibility will fall on your king. At that time, the person behind you will likely fan the flames, and your king will be untenable. Furthermore, the person behind you has probably already received promises from some of my Glavale people."

"They promised him that as long as your king step down, they will operate within Glavale to downplay this matter from a big issue to a small one. And then, he will naturally and logically take the place as the king of Tyren!"

The sound of sharp intakes of breath echoed once again. Billy's words had gone to this extent, and anyone who wasn't a fool would believe it.

"Do you have anything else to say?" Billy set down his teacup and looked calmly at Angua Rizzo.

Just then, Angus shot toward Hunting like a lightning bolt. At this point, he had no illusion left and knew that he might be facing a dead end today. The only possibility was to hold the king hostage, perhaps with a slim chance of survival.

"Hmm!?" Hunting's pupils contracted to the size of needles. While he also possessed cultivation, he was only at the early stage of a Battle God, while Angus Rizzo was already at the mid-stage of Battle God. Moreover, Angus was attacking with all his might, causing Hunting to feel a strong sense of crisis.

"You audacious wretch, how dare you! You're seeking death!" Almost as Angus made his move, another elder shot out from among the high-ranking members of Tyren, his palm striking toward Angus without any hesitation.

His cultivation wasn't weak; he had already reached the complete stage of Battle God, and he didn't hold back in his attack, intending to kill with a single blow.

Almost simultaneously, four figures darted out from behind Billy. Stout's target was Angus Rizzo, while Vermilion Bird confronted the other elder. White Tiger and Black Tortoise rushed toward the other men. The aura of four Warlords erupted from them simultaneously, instantly enveloping the opponents.

The people present couldn't help but shiver, feeling as if they were in an icy cave, not daring to make any movements.

The next moment, two loud bangs echoed, and Angus Rizzo and the other elder were sent flying. After crashing heavily to the ground, the two lay there for a while, unable to get up. At least a third of their bones had broken.

"Scoundrel, the Duke of Tyren intervened to save the King, and yet you dared to attack me? Did you think there's no one left in Tyren?" The elder glared at Vermilion and shouted angrily.

"Alright, stop shouting. You're only embarrassing yourself!" Billy's voice was cold. Then he looked at Angus and said calmly, "So, do you understand your role now?"

"Your... Your lordship, you're so ruthless!" Angus Rizzo, lying prostrate on the ground, looked at the elder with despair in his eyes.

When he had made his move against Hunting, he naturally sensed the killing intent from the elder toward him. He knew very well that without the two members of the Army of Bloodshadow taking action, he would have been a dead man by now. Even if he were stupid, he would know that the elder was trying to kill him to silence him.

"Scoundrel, you miserable wretch, how dare you attack the king? You deserve a thousand deaths!" The elder responded angrily.

After a brief moment of consideration, Angus Rizzo got up from the ground, took a few steps forward, and prostrated himself in front of Hunting.

"Your Majesty, spare me, please spare me. I was forced... It was all the duke's threat that made me do it... He... He threatened me. If I didn't cooperate, he would wipe out the entire Wu Du Sect..."

"You guys are really something!" Hunting's expression turned icy as he reacted from the shock, speaking each word deliberately. By this point in the unfolding events, he had understood what had happened. The root cause of everything was with the duke.

"Angus Rizzo, you scoundrel, you're just spewing nonsense. I'll kill you!" The elder roared, got up from the ground again, and lunged at Angus.

Before he had taken two steps, a blade's edge swept out from Vermilion Bird's hand, flashing past his shoulder.

Thud! An arm of the elder was severed at the shoulder, and blood spurted out.

"Ah..." The elder let out a miserable scream, falling to the ground again, his expression twisted in agony. Before he could say anything, Vermilion Bird arrived beside him. Raising his hand, he struck down with a palm.

After the elder struggled to open his mouth, his eyes rolled back, and he passed out.

"Please... Please spare me, Your Majesty!" Angus trembled all over, his voice quivering as he begged for mercy.

"Execute him!" Billy's voice sounded calmly.

Vermilion Bird's wrist flicked, and a blade's cold light struck out once again. Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

"No..." Angus's voice of despair erupted once more.