Ark's Journey to the Demon God

"Of course not. If you accidentally miss the gun, it will go off."

"As you said, I am a loaded gun now."

Shen Muke closed his eyes and said: "I have made all preparations, and the Witch King must be the same. We meet him on a narrow road, and there is only one battle."

"Besides, who said it was a dragon's pond and a tiger's den?"

Shen Muke looked into the distance jokingly and said: "Abraham, you still don't understand us. At our current level, numbers and formations are meaningless. When the Witch King and I enter the Sunset Hall, the only thing we can rely on is our own hands. existing force."

"The Witch King will not understand this truth, but his subordinates still came out in droves. Oh, doesn't this further illustrate his cowardice? Even if the tower warlocks surround the entire Sunset Hall, so what? Even if they gather all the troops So what in Veselheim? When spells really collide, only you are trustworthy."

Shen Muke stretched out his hand, patted Biegler who was driving beside him, and said with a smile: "Also, who said I just go into battle alone?"

"Begler, what happened to what I told you before?"

"The spies have been arranged to carry out the execution." Begler replied calmly: "According to your wishes, the news that you have received the invitation from the Witch King has been spread throughout Leitania. I believe that when we arrive at Vesselheim , the people of Leitania will know.”

"What is this for?" Abraham asked puzzled.

"Let me tell you something, Abraham." Shen Muke explained: "What determines whether a person can win is not only the strength in his hands, but sometimes, the human heart is also a part of victory."

"It doesn't rely on force, it doesn't rely on magic, and it doesn't rely on any divinity."

"The people's will is the general trend, and those who gain power will win the world."

Abraham nodded in understanding, then put his hand into the holster and wiped the gun with a soft cloth.

Being born in Rutland, he is not very able to understand this so-called machination and human heart. As a native and pure Sakota man, he believes more in the gun in his hand.

He only knows that Mr. Agaritu promised him to help him complete his mission, so Mr. Agaritu is his benefactor, and he needs to use everything he has to protect Mr. Agaritu.

"Witch King? I don't know how many bullets you can block my bullets..."

……

Letania, a beer hall somewhere.

A tall young man in a robe opened the door, came to the counter, and tapped with his fingers:

"A glass of rye."

"Fifty marks."

"Damn, a cup of rye costs fifty marks?! Why don't you go and rob?!" The young man started shouting. He vaguely remembered that the last time he came here was twelve marks!

"Thanks to the economic policies of our great Majesty, you can buy wine here with fifty marks. Praise His Majesty the Witch King. You won't go bankrupt just to buy wine."

Seeing the bartender's cold eyes, the young man reluctantly took out a few bills——

Hey, after this field trip, I have to ask my superior for reimbursement. A glass of wine costs fifty marks. If this continues, I will go bankrupt!

A glass of rye wine was poured into the cup. The young man sat on a chair and opened a small music box.

A trembling sound like a heart can be heard, making people's emotions unnaturally agitated.

This is the handiwork of Her Majesty the Queen and an important prop for this mission.

Putting the music box back in his arms, the young man glanced at everything in the beer hall calmly.

In Letania, the beer hall is a relatively special existence. It is like a talent market and social information exchange area. People from all walks of life often gather here, some are capable elites, and some are incompetent. Losers, but the same thing is that their lives are not satisfactory and they are all unemployed and lonely.

Nonsense, at this hour, who with a job and a family to take care of would come to a beer hall to get drunk?

However, although the composition of the people here is mixed, it is undeniable that the various forms of life in the beer hall are a realistic portrayal of the life of the lower class people in Letania.

A glass of rye, fifty marks, a glass of wine, and a day's drinking.

With luck, yes

I got some information here, found a job for myself, and got an income.

If you have bad luck, then you will spend the day like this...

In Leitania under the rule of the Witch King, people live in such chaos.

Maybe nothing will ever change...

"Hey, brother, did you hear that? That great musician, Mr. Agaritu, is going to give a concert in Vesselheim!"

"Agarito? The musician who gives everyone free dinner? That's a good guy..."

Someone on the side of the counter heard this conversation and came over and said, "Agaritu? Isn't he on a concert tour? Isn't the first stop in Vesselheim?"

"Your news is already out of date!" The young man took a sip of wine and said, "This is the latest news. At the end of this month, Agaritu will play music at the Sunset Hall in Vesselheim. This is half a story. Nia already knows!”

"I have listened to his concerts, and all the pieces he played were the works of the guy in the tower." An old craftsman came over and said, "But his playing level is very good! It's so good that people forget the owner of those works. …Of course it’s also nice that he gave us free dinners…”

"Is there really such a person? This is really...why haven't I seen it before?"

"Why does Mr. Agaritu want to play in Vesselheim again? Is there anything about this city that attracts him?"

"Who told you that he went voluntarily?" The young man exhaled and finally got to the point: "I heard that Mr. Agaritu seemed to have been invited by others and had to go."

"Whose invitation? So overbearing?"

"Gertrude's house in Vesselheim, an invitation written by the Count himself."

"What?!" After hearing this, everyone sat in silence.

"Who doesn't know that Gertrude is the dog in the tower? They wear the same pants!"

"Bastard, bastard! It's probably Mr. Agaritu's good deeds that attracted the attention of the tower. Who's going to take action against Mr. Agaritu?"

"Who knows? We can't guess what the people in the tower think."

"But in short, Mr. Agaritu's situation is not good..."

The young man sighed and said: "I heard that those black robes surrounded the entire Vesselheim and dispersed the residents near the Sunset Hall. What is their plan? It's obvious. !”

"Really or not? Did Black Robe eat something unclean? Why would you embarrass a musician?"

"It's true, because my cousin lives in Vesselheim." A cobbler wearing a hat said gloomily, "Yesterday, the residents of the entire three blocks near Xizhao Hall were driven out by black robes. , all replaced by their people, God knows what the black robe and the tower are going to do to that poor gentleman."

"This..." Everyone was silent, and the whole beer hall became quite quiet because of this.

"To Mr. Agaritu, to this great and kind musician." Someone raised his glass and said slowly.

"To Mr. Agaritu, to the great and kind musician..."

"Bah! What's the point of standing here and toasting? Can we save Mr. Agaritu's life if we drink here?"

The old craftsman who had listened to Agaritu's concert stood up and drank the wine in his hand.

"I want to go to Vesselheim, even if I can only see my husband for a moment...Old man, I have never seen any selfless good people in my life. I finally met one, and I can't let him disappear like smoke!" "

After saying that, he opened the door curtain of the tavern and walked out.

In the tavern, there was a deathly silence.

"What about that? I just went to take a look. It should be fine?"

"Agaritu is really as great as you say? I would like to see this."

"The man in the tower is really making trouble out of nothing. Mr. Agaritu is just an ordinary musician. Why would he send someone to target him?"

"What are those black robes thinking about? Doesn't the tower just miss us so much?"

"Guys, we can't just hang around like this." The young man in the robe picked up the wine glass and said loudly: "I have to say that the people of Letania have to stand up, even for Mr. Agaritu's good deeds! We can't Just stay here, we have to do something!"

In the tavern, dozens of pairs of eyes stared at the young man, and their gazes gradually changed from indifferent to intense.

"Gan! I will fight the black robe to the end!"

"I have long disliked those guys who show off their power!"

"How can those guys who only bully the weak and fear the strong be really capable? When it comes to playing the piano, flute and casting spells, we may not be any worse than them!"

"Asshole! I've endured it for too long! I can't bear it this time! I'm going to Veselheim!"

When a leader appears in the flock, it is natural for the entire flock to be taken away.

The young man in the robe looked silently at the torrent of people in front of him, pouring out of the beer hall.

He took out a map from his robe and marked something on it.

“This goal is accomplished, it’s time to accomplish the next one.”

Chapter 18 In the Sunset Hall

Vesselheim, Sunset Hall.

The gorgeous and complicated black robes set off the crystal-like spiral long horns of the Witch King. This exquisite tyrannical monarch was sitting under the stage, wiping the cello in his hand.

Beside him is the scepter intertwined with day and night.

Tower warlocks constantly set up divine channels through him to report to him.

Following Agaritu's movements, he just waited, waiting for his old enemy to approach step by step.

Gently stroking the champagne-colored cello in his hand, the Witch King's mood gradually stabilized. During his crazy decades, music and magic were the best medicine for him to relieve loneliness and fear.

His cloudy eyes swept to the corner, and the rustling sounds bothered the Witch King. Through the empire of consciousness, the Witch King reluctantly saw those black monsters.

"Here we go again... so annoying..."

Over the past few decades, the Witch King has fought countless battles with these monsters lurking in dreams and consciousness. Although each time he ended in victory, the Witch King's fear of evil spirits has grown day by day.

These invisible monsters will gradually grow with failure, and will absorb fear and pain to strengthen themselves. They leave wounds on the Witch King, and the curse-like pain entangles him, making him unable to sleep, let alone Talk about staying sane.

However, it is so painful that it cannot be explained to outsiders, because these evil spirits seem to have identified the Witch King as their target. They will only invade the Witch King's dream, and others cannot even detect their existence.

The long-term pain gave birth to the Witch King's twisted character and behavior. He began to take pleasure in blood and pain, until now.

Therefore, for the current Witch King, Agaritu is not only an enemy that must be killed, but also a good medicine.

"Come on, come on, Agaritu, when I tear you apart, your wailing will definitely save me from part of the pain."

……

At the city gate of Vesselheim, Shen Muke's land vehicle arrived.

A large number of eyes were cast on the land vehicle at the moment it stopped. Through the divinity, Shen Muke felt the chaotic consciousness and emotions.

Some of it is sympathy, pity that he is about to embark on the road to death.

Some of them were joking, joking that he didn't have eyes and dared to provoke the Witch King.

There is also a sense of indifference, as if today, his end has been determined and there is no need to worry.

All kinds of different emotions almost all point in one direction, that is, Agaritu will die today.

"Sir? Shall I go in with you?" Abraham looked forward through the car window, his eyes shining like his halo.

"The city is full of warlocks..."

"No need, Abraham..." Shen Muke shook his head and said with a smile: "Do you still remember what I said? At our level, the number of people and formations are meaningless. Just wait here, be ready to lead Those letters that came... After today, your mission will be completed."

"...Understood, sir, take care."

"Don't worry~"

Shen Muke patted his shoulder, then jumped out of the car with a chuckle.

The cold autumn wind whistled by, and the gray robe rustled with the airflow. Shen Muke stretched out his hand to cover his face and pushed back his messy hair.

With his movements, the originally deep facial wrinkles were gradually smoothed out, the spiral horns on his head gradually shrank, and the silver-white hair was dyed black, revealing the face of a young man, Shen Muke.

Agares, the mercurial marquis.

Shen Muke moved his wrist, put the silver ring on his hand, took out his cane, and walked forward step by step——

Vishelheim, every plant and tree here represents prosperity. Some people who are here for the first time may wonder. Vischelheim is not an economically developed city. The only thing that can be called good is music. So why is it so popular here? All kinds of buildings are so exquisite and elegant, do they reveal a sense of luxurious art?

Regarding this point, we have to talk about Gaul.

As a powerful country that once almost annexed half of the continent, Gaul had only one shortcoming, and that was their defeat in the Battle of the Four Emperors.

If Gaul had not been defeated, then today's Ursus, Victoria, Casimir, Letania and the large fertile land in the middle of Terra would all belong to only one country, Gaul.

Corsica I was a great monarch like no other. He could turn a mediocre Gaul into a great overlord that surpassed other countries. One can imagine what talent he had.

However, just like Napoleon came to Waterloo, Gaul is gone, and its former glory can only be seen in some insignificant places.

This is the loser. The loser may leave a mark, but it is always irrelevant.

Just like Xiang Yu in China, for thousands of years, literati and historians have lamented the defeat of the Overlord. However, a defeat is a defeat, and it is useless to regret it. When people discuss Xiang Yu, the most common thing they say is a pity.

Shen Muke shook his head. He didn't want to feel regretful, let alone failure.His path is only successful.