Ark's Journey to the Demon God

"Tsk, tsk, hurry~" W spread his hands and mocked: "Your method is not a good one."

"Why?" Ines was still dissatisfied.

W shook his head with a smile and said: "The Iron Duke has never been threatened by anyone. In the past, Corsica I threatened him, but in the end Corsica died and he is still alive."

"Did you see it? This old guy is obviously the type who doesn't take things easy, just like his nickname... Unless he comes to us on his own, there is no way he can cooperate with us."

"Then what if...we don't cooperate with him?" Abrana looked at the remote control swinging in W's hand, suddenly laughed, and said, "Maybe we can skip him and cooperate with someone else?"

"I seem to remember that the Duke of Wellington has a young son?"

Chapter 34 The Thunder of Struggle

In the conference room, Abrana paced, and a brand new strategy was hatched.

"This plan..."

Even W frowned. She just felt that the Drak woman in front of her was really evil.

Is she really Agaritu's adopted daughter?

Does Agaritu's adopted daughter actually have such a side?

The backbone of Shenchi lowered their heads calmly. They never had any objections to the leader's decision.

To this day, the idea that "the Tara people are unconditionally loyal to Drac's rule" is like a maggot attached to the bone, still lying on the head of every Tara person, it is nothing more than a difference between light and heavy.

However, Yelena, who came from the integration movement, was not very accepting of this method. However, she did not object. She just waited silently, waiting for an opportunity to cut into the topic.

Finally, Ravshini spoke:

"Sister, is this method too vicious... Moreover, once the other party discovers our plan, even if they have no evidence, they will probably..."

"Of course I know about this." Abrana smiled and said, "So I don't want everyone here to do this."

"Then who wants..."

"It's very simple, we can... kill with a borrowed knife."

……

Londinium, within the royal court.

"Your Highness."

The Scavenger King holding a long staff slowly walked into the hall, raised his head, and looked at everything in front of him: on the throne made of steel, was the great monarch named Tresis.

He is not a monarch yet, just a regent, but his fame has brought him infinitely close to the monarch.

For many years, the Sakaz people have wandered on this land for too long, and now, they have finally regained their glory and achieved a victory that was unimaginable in the past hundreds of years.

"Hello, Lord Scavenger."

A shadow appeared from behind the throne. The man's whole body was wrapped in a slim-fitting black hooded robe, even his fingers, and his face was also wearing a golden mask in the shape of a sheep's head.

The leader of the Sin Absolvers and the servant of the Demon King.

Scavenger actually doesn't like him very much, or in other words, he doesn't like the entire Sin Absolver race very much.

As a race that buries life, the King of Scavengers considers himself to be adhering to the natural way of reincarnation of all things. However, the Pardoners...their magic and swordsmanship all contain contempt for life and souls, which makes the Scavengers The King of Hunters was not satisfied.

Life should have weight, and its quality is worthy of remembrance, commemoration and even respect.

However, the Pardoners, they are a group of people who play with souls and are not worthy of the King of Scavengers' attention.

"Your Highness." The King of Scavengers ignored the greetings from the leader of the Pardoner and said directly: "Londinium and the surrounding cities have been cleared."

Now that Londinium and a large area around it have become Sakaz's world, Sakaz has time to repair.

As Shen Muke expected, defeating Victoria did not stop Sakaz. They were already planning the next war.

"Where will the next stop be? Casimir or Letania?"

Traces thought about this problem more than once. In this land, almost every country has been stained with the blood of Sakaz, so they are all targets of the Sakaz people without exception.

"Ordnance industry

How's it going at the factory? " Traces asked.

"The Great Lord has taken control of all the arsenals, and those workers are working non-stop to forge equipment for our soldiers." The leader of the Pardoner replied: "In addition, His Excellency the Dead Soul, his body is also being manufactured..."

The dead soul encompasses the existence of the Sakaz people's history of suffering for thousands of years. It is almost an omnipotent revenge machine, and the airship it will transform into is the biggest trump card in Trasis' hand.

Tracy's eyes passed through the imperial court. In the center of Londinium City, there was a towering building standing here.

The Shard.

The ultimate product and supreme symbol of Victoria's hegemony, it is also Victoria's indisputable great weapon.

Victoria did not use this weapon when the Sarkarz attacked the city before because it was too close to Londinium and was afraid of accidental damage. However, Tresis believed that this was simply because the king died and controlled the fragments. The parliament that controls the building no longer dares to resist with the thought of destroying both the stone and the stone.

It's better to die than to live. In order to survive, there is no shame.

"Victoria doesn't use such a magnificent thing, so let us use it."

The airship transformed from dead souls must also be equipped with a natural disaster control system that is more powerful than the Shard. Only in this way will the airship become an invincible secret weapon for the Sakaz people!

Everything is moving in a good direction...

"In addition, Your Highness." The King of Scavengers paused and said, "Agaritu, he is here."

"Agaritu, Honorary Marquis?"

The leader of the Pardoner stroked the sword in his hand and said, "Is he here to support the Sakaz people?"

"Not really." The Scavenger King shook his head.

"Then why didn't your Excellency come back with his head?"

The Pardoner suddenly became angry and asked, "Why is he still alive?"

The King of Scavengers was silent and did not speak. He just glanced at the Pardoner and stopped talking.

"Agaritu, where is he now?" Traces asked.

"I don't know, Your Highness, I met him at the border. I only know that he entered Victoria, but I can't tell the specific location."

"When do you think he will show up?" Tracy asked suddenly.

"No matter where he is, no matter when he appears, he cannot shake the victory of the Sakaz people." The King of Scavengers said.

"Yeah, you're right, scavenger."

Tresis nodded and said: "Beware of him, Agaritu is not an easy person... In addition, when we attacked the city before, we saw many soldiers retreating into Londinium. Although the overall situation has Sure, but you also need to be cautious." Traces waved his hand and said: "Has there been no news from the Great Lord for a long time? Let him come back as soon as possible. The remaining resistance forces in Londinium need him to wipe out..."

"Blood Demon..." When talking about the Blood Demon Lord, the King of Scavengers felt a little disgusted.

This old pink-eyed man is obviously quite old, but he still can't control his emotions. He gets angry easily and has a stubborn temper... He's the kind of person who can't be persuaded to come back.

"Forgiver, where is the Blood Demon now?"

asked the Scavenger King.

"Your Majesty... he should be hunting in the wilderness right now, right?"

"Send a message to the shapeshifter closest to him and ask him to rush back to Londinium as soon as possible."

The King of Scavengers shook his head and said: "There is no point in killing those lives that have lost their courage...these lurking around us now are the real warriors worth fighting against."

Chapter 35 Clearing the way for conspiracy

Abrana shared her plan with her sister, but Ravshini was not very receptive to this strategy.

"elder sister!"

In private, Ravxini found Abrana and said as tactfully as possible: "Sister, let's think of a new plan... What you said before is really..."

"Of course I was a little bit vicious, but sister, we are going through a war now." Abrana shook her head, she lay on the couch, twirled her champagne-colored hair around her fingers, and said : "Dad taught us before that war is a game of unscrupulous means. Regardless of good or evil, only victory is the right to talk about other things, isn't it?"

"Of course, of course..." Ravshini's voice became smaller and smaller. She certainly knew that the cruelty of war could not tolerate mercy, but out of simple kindness, she was unwilling to use too sinister tactics.

"It's okay, Ravshini." Abrana held her sister in her arms. She slowly stroked her sister's hair and horns, and said calmly: "Everything we are doing now is to avoid Let more people die, and if you want to achieve this, you must compromise something..."

Politics is the art of compromise, and war is an extension of politics.

Compared to her idealistic sister, Abrana is a very pragmatic person, and therefore, she has a ruthlessness that Ravshini does not have.

"I have already sent a letter to dad, and I believe I will get a reply soon."

Abrana said with relief: "If dad also thinks my plan is not good, then we will make another plan."

In other words...if Shen Muke agrees, then no one can oppose Abrana.

……

"Some kind of veto power?"

Shen Muke, who is far away in Rhode Island, received

this letter and read it in its entirety.

"Is she your adopted daughter? Ravshini?" the doctor asked from the side.

"No, with such sharp handwriting, it should be Abrana."

Shen Muke shook his head, passed the letter to the doctor, and said, "Do you want to take a look?"

"A letter written by a little girl to her adoptive father, do I think it's appropriate?"

The doctor took it jokingly and glanced briefly -

"How?" Shen Muke said with a smile: "Do you still think that is a little girl now?"

"This..." The doctor hesitated to speak. He read it carefully again. Finally, he folded the paper and handed it back to Shen Muke: "I feel as if I am looking at myself."

"That's it... maybe this is the commonality of tacticians?" Shen Muke said with emotion: "I haven't seen her for many years, but I still subconsciously think that Abrana is still the little girl waiting for me to tell a bedtime story. "

"She has grown up to the point where I am a little surprised." Shen Muke shook the letter in his hand and said, "There are many people with tactical minds in Xiaoqiu County, including W, Hedley, and Yelena."

"But she is the only one who could come up with such a plan, Abrana."

"So, do you want to approve her?" The doctor laughed and said, "You have to be careful. Your precious daughter dares to use such a scheme against the Duke of Wellington and Sakaz today, and she will dare to use the same scheme tomorrow. The plan is against you."

"Really? I don't think so." Shen Muke smiled and wiped out the ink on the paper in his hand, and then wrote a new reply: [I will let the agents in Londinium cooperate with you. 】

"If Abrana's strategy can only be this style, then she will never plot against me."

"Viciousness can make people fearful, but it will never make people truly surrender. In the final analysis, an upright strategy is still needed to clear the way for the conspiracy."

"Looking at it this way, my Queen Drak still has a long way to go."

……

"Dad wrote back!"

Abrana opened the letter, and there were words of approval from Shen Muke.

"Dad is actually in Londinium. Is there anyone who can be contacted?" Ravxini said in surprise.

Nowadays, Londinium has been completely controlled by Sarkarz, and the only rebels cannot contact the outside world. Doesn't that mean... does Agaritu have an insider in Kazdaele?

"This is really an unexpected surprise." Abrana raised her lips and said, "Then, sister, do we still want to..."

"No need." Ravshini shook her head and said, "Dad has agreed, what else can I say? Sister, let me help you."

"Well, it's not just you. We have to bring as many people as possible this time. After all, if we want to achieve our goal, we must borrow a knife that is substantial enough."

……

Londinium, outside the Royal Court.

Vasak, who was resting in the room with his eyes closed, opened his eyes. Just now, he received a letter from his body, and almost at the same time, he knew that there were several weird guys in black robes coming outside just by his perception.

"Hamil?"

"I'm here."

Wearing a dark hooded robe, with spell-casting units made of Originium on his neck, wrists, and fingers, Hamil, one of the three captains of the Sakaz Expeditionary Force, appeared next to him.

"You called me?"

"You don't have to be so polite~" Vasak smiled and said, "I'm not Agaritu."

The shadows of the devil have their own intelligence, and they all have their own personalities when they are separated from Shen Muke's body.

"But you are the incarnation of sir." Hamill still said.

"Tsk...forget it, a guest is coming and we have to greet him."