ebookslot Chapter 441: Varuga Town
Chapter 441: Varuga Town
Chapter 441: Varuga TownInside the imperial palace, Prince Wilmar and Grand Duke Donovan sat at the dining table, seemingly enjoying the meal before them. Maids stood by at the edges of the room, ready to attend to their needs. For a few moments, only the sound of forks meeting plates filled the dining room, until the prince’s voice broke the silence.
"The effect should take place today, right?" Wilmar asked.
"Yes, Your Highness. Based on my estimation, the Weilmar Barony, especially Caritas and Weilmar City should already be in chaos as the outbreak has begun," the grand duke replied.
Wilmar nodded before slicing another piece of meat and continuing the conversation.
"Now we have leeway while that bastard deals with his own problems. He’ll be too preoccupied until everyone infected has died. I don’t believe he can solve this crisis. However, even if he does find a solution, it will be too late for him to do anything. By then, our troops will have already conquered the north and west. After that, we can focus on the south, strike the Rosalind Barony again, and finally move east."
He put a piece of meat in his mouth and chewed.
"After that, we’ll have even more power, and we’ll use everything we have to crush that man!" he added after swallowing the meat.
Grand Duke Donovan nodded.
"The western side only needs a little more push before it falls. And although we encountered a hindrance in the south with the appearance of that mysterious swordsman, once he returns to Caritas, we can resume our offensive and regain momentum. We only need to maintain our pace for two weeks at most, and we’ll be ready to conquer the eastern region," he said.
"Even the mysterious swordsman has his limits if we cut off his connections within the empire. Even if we can’t kill him, we can drive him out of the empire that way. Well, that is—if he isn’t too stubborn."
Wilmar took another bite and smiled.
"Good, good. But truly, we are fortunate to have ’that man’s’ Gu in our facility. With his help, we can continue our re
"Argh! Nggh!"
The man was about to scream in pain, but Aldrian grabbed his mouth with one hand and instantly forced him to swallow a bolt of lightning. His body convulsed violently before Aldrian’s other hand struck his dantian with a powerful punch, instantly shattering it. His cultivation dissipated at an alarming speed, but Aldrian paid no mind, he simply wanted to look the man’s memories.
However, before Aldrian could begin, another figure appeared a few meters away. Then another. And another.
In moments, more than ten King-stage cultivators had surrounded him, all wearing deep frowns as they observed the scene. They turned their gaze to the King-stage cultivator in Aldrian’s grasp, who was barely clinging to life. With his dantian shattered and his body scorched by lightning, he was already on the brink of death.
One of the King-stage cultivators then sneered as he glanced at the helpless man in Aldrian’s grip.
"Serves him right. His own reckless nature led him to this. He never thinks before acting, always killing anyone who disrespects him without hesitation," the man said with a mocking tone before shifting his gaze to Aldrian.
All of them could sense that Aldrian was only at the low Duke stage, yet he had effortlessly subdued a peak King-stage cultivator. That could only mean one thing—this masked figure was concealing his true cultivation level.
"Who are you? How dare you—" The man’s voice suddenly halted as recognition flashed across his face. His eyes narrowed as he took a closer look at Aldrian’s masked figure.
He recalled something from the news he had read not long ago, a figure who had become a hot topic across the continent in recent years. According to the latest reports, this cultivator was at the Duke stage, as sensed by those who had encountered him.
More importantly, he was the one who dared to stand against the entire Second Prince’s faction alone.
The mysterious swordsman.
Although sketches of his face had spread across the continent, he was known for wearing a mask. The mask before them was different from the one the swordsman usually wore, but it was still known that he preferred to conceal his face.
Some of the King-stage cultivators also seemed to realize something as they observed their colleague who had abruptly fallen silent.
Meanwhile, sweat had already begun rolling down the man’s forehead.
"Shit!"
Finally, something clicked in their minds as they recalled the news. A chill ran down their spines, and without hesitation, they instinctively tried to flee, soaring into the air. The slower ones, still processing the situation, could only watch in confusion at their companions’ sudden panic.
"HE IS—!"
But before they could finish their shout or escape, they felt their bodies freeze, locked in midair.
They were horrified to find that no matter how much strength they used, their bodies refused to move.
"Where are you going? Since you came to me voluntarily, you should stay a while."
Aldrian’s voice sent a chill straight to their hearts.