Chapter 350: Mutual Schemes

The Church of the Goddess of Dawn and the Security Department of the City Hall launched a joint attack, and the Roth family’s private villa was almost instantly overrun. The dozen or so guards were no match, and in the great hall, Morse Roth and a black-robed man were surrounded by nearly a hundred knights, warriors, priests, and clerics.

The corpses of two imps were thrown out, and the white-robed bishop drew a circle: “Morse Roth, as a member of the human race, you colluded with demons from hell to harm your own kind. Do you confess your sin?”

“Oh, you hypocritical and lowly humans, from where do you see Morse as still human?” Morse remained silent, and the black-robed man spoke first: “Although I knew you would come knocking soon, I didn’t expect it to be this quickly. I presume this is the master of the All-Trades Guild, Sir Scholar?”

“Or perhaps, should I call you Lord Will Declan?” The black-robed man’s next sentence shocked everyone.

Morse Roth leaped up: “What? The Scholar of the All-Trades Guild is Lord Will Declan? How is that possible?!”

The black-robed man looked at Little Will’s calm expression, feeling a slight displeasure. “Sir Scholar, aren’t you going to explain?”

Little Will, dressed in his All-Trades Guild scholar attire, snapped his fingers: “Book!”

A magic book appeared in his hand, its faint shimmering light appearing exceptionally solemn.

“From the moment Gru Hammer appeared in Rose Knight’s territory, I knew that this opponent was a clever person, someone who preferred open schemes over covert ones.”

Little Will said calmly, “Everyone is calculating; it’s just a matter of who calculates more accurately. I didn’t expect Morse Roth to be controlled by you, nor did I expect you to target Thorn. After Thorn completed his bloodline transformation, his identity was inevitably exposed. It was easy to learn from Morse Roth that he was my man, so my identity naturally ceased to be a secret. This is not surprising. It’s just…”

Little Will looked deeply at Morse Roth: “It’s just that I never thought you would be so deranged as to kill your own father.”

“It’s all your fault! If you hadn’t refused to help me lift the curse, my beloved wouldn’t have died, and I wouldn’t have been targeted by demons. If it weren’t to keep your identity a secret, Father wouldn’t have been possessed by a Heart-Devouring Demon and ended up dying with it. It’s all your fault!” Morse Roth glared fiercely at Little Will, his eyes bloodshot, and he opened his mouth to reveal four sharp fangs.

The Blood Race, also known as Vampires, are the Family of Death God Ramode. They don’t seem to be indigenous to this world, but rather a new race created by Death God Ramode, who plundered the bloodline of the Hell Blood Race, removed their hellish magic, and then fused it with the human race of this world.

However, Morse Roth seemed to be a Hell Blood Race, or perhaps a Hell Blood Slave, an acquired Blood Race member.

Morse Roth

Age: 26

Strength: 11.8

Agility: 12.5

Constitution: 13.9

Spirit: 1.6

Supernatural Power: Hellish Magic

Bloodline: Hell Blood Race, low bloodline concentration

Talents: Bat Transformation, Bloodlust Frenzy

Overall Evaluation: This is a useless blood slave.

He’ll be like this his whole life. Simple-minded and mediocre in physique, he has no redeeming qualities except for his childish thoughts and actions that can be annoying.

When Little Will saw this evaluation, his first reaction was that the Demon Boy was on duty, and the lovely Little Wei was resting again.

“Yo, Apostle, don’t be fooled by them. Only two puppet clones are left here; their main bodies are long gone, though not too far away.” The voice of the demon Moody appeared in his mind.

“What is the effective range of this puppet technique that allows mental connection with the main body?” Little Will’s heart stirred. The demon Moody’s knowledge was far more extensive than his own, but he was also a money-grubber: “Ten contribution points.”

“Deal!” Bargaining with him took too much time, and what he lacked most right now was precisely time, so he accepted it.

“Hell Flesh Puppet Technique, the applicable range varies according to strength. It retains one-tenth or even less of the main body’s strength. Generally, a first-order strong person can control within ten miles, a second-order strong person can reach thirty miles, and unranked small fry usually only have a range of three to five miles.”

Moody’s information was crucial. Little Will nodded, understanding. This fellow was stalling for time, so he could quickly reach his intended destination, which was Little Will’s pre-arranged trap.

“Why should I save you? I’m not your father; I have no obligation to pamper you.”

Little Will sneered, “Morse Roth, and this unknown Night Elf, you are surrounded. There’s a peak second-order wizard, and a white-robed bishop from the Church. You have no chance. To suffer less, surrender.”

“Don’t you dare mention my father!” Morse Roth suddenly let out a roar, seemingly provoked, and lunged forward, clawing, but was slapped to the ground by the black-robed Night Elf next to him.

“We found Chief Louis’s remains.” A security officer from the City Hall’s Security Department quietly approached and reported a not-so-good piece of news. Although he had suspected it for a long time, Little Will still felt it was a great pity.

Chief Louis was a clever man, but he was killed by a madman. He died unjustly and took with him the Roth family’s last hope.

“Who are you? What do you want to do?” Suddenly, Morse Roth let out an unclear sound, and the Night Elf was annoyed, using force to knock him unconscious.

“He’s an idiot, please ignore him!” The Night Elf’s words made everyone break out in a cold sweat. Come on, he’s an idiot, but we’re not.

“Oh, you’ve already separated, which means you’re at least five miles away from us right now. By my calculations, you must be almost at my house, or rather, you’ve already arrived?” Little Will’s words made the Night Elf slightly stunned.

“Now! Dawn’s Protection Barrier, rise!” At the white-robed assistant’s command, the Dawn Goddess’s Protection Barrier, jointly constructed by ten priests and missionaries, quickly formed, enveloping an area of a hundred meters. Over fifty temple knights stood in neat formation, loudly chanting the Knight’s Code.

The Night Elf in the hall trembled violently, intense pain spreading from the depths of his soul. “You, what have you done?”

His voice was filled with deep fatigue, extreme pain, and a hint of fear.

“While I was chatting with you, do you think His Eminence the Bishop did nothing?” Little Will gently tapped the protection barrier with his fingertip, causing faint ripples.

“You were stalling for time, trying to keep us here, while you secretly ran off to my house to cause trouble. Why wouldn’t I also want to stall for time to set up a protection barrier? The Hell Flesh Puppet technique is indeed powerful, but unfortunately, a fake is a fake. Under the divine eye, all falsehoods have nowhere to hide.”

“Heh heh, what if you know? It’s too late. My main body, with the Death Knight, has already arrived at your doorstep. What can you do even if you’ve bound a part of my soul?”

“Do you really think your mother, a third-level wizard apprentice, can stand against a ranked Death Knight? Hahahaha, when you return home, you’ll see the corpses of your parents and sister.”

“Kid, opposing a great Hell Lord will not end well. I’m not that idiot Baron Moon Rabbit. Human rules are ineffective against me. As long as I can strike at my enemy, I have no scruples.” The Night Elf laughed loudly, though his laughter contained more pain than joy.

“With your soul split, how much strength does your main body still have? I admit my mother is truly no match for your main body, but what about this incomplete puppet? Do you want to try?” As soon as Little Will finished speaking, a delicate shout rang out: “Starry Sky Witchcraft, Meteor Fall!”

A small stone appeared above the Night Elf’s head, transforming into a giant meteor that smashed down fiercely. The secretly wary Night Elf cursed inwardly, then suddenly pushed off with his legs, picked up the unconscious Morse Roth, and rolled to the side to dodge. “Boom!” With a thunderous roar, the ground trembled slightly.

“You dark fellow, do you want to kill me?” Mojes’ voice came from beneath her wide wizard’s robe, and her hood was thrown back, revealing an angry, beautiful face.

“You, how are you here? Where is Wizard Stardale?” The Night Elf secretly cried out in alarm. The person who came wasn’t Wizard Stardale, which meant his main body and the Death Knight were in danger!

“Grandpa and the people from the Church of the Storm God and the Church of the Moon Goddess are waiting for your esteemed presence at my house. Here, there are only people from the City Hall and the Church of the Goddess of Dawn. For you, I’ve almost mobilized all the forces that can be gathered in Drake City. Even the Rose Duchess’s mansion has people from the Church of the God of Commerce and Wealth secretly watching.”

“For this, shouldn’t you feel honored?” Little Will’s words made the Night Elf grit his teeth; his plan had been seen through.

“Hmph, do you think these people can really stop me? The only one in all of Drake City who can truly make me look him in the eye is Wizard Stardale!” The Night Elf’s aura erupted, and he fiercely punched the Dawn’s Protection Barrier. The barrier rippled greatly and quickly returned to normal.

“If it were your main body, this protection barrier, unsupported by the church’s power of faith, might not be very effective. But it’s just a puppet. Do you think you still have a chance of winning?”

“Actually, I was prepared to just drive you out and didn’t really intend to do anything to you. I didn’t expect you to be so cooperative.” Little Will’s calm demeanor, coupled with his infuriating words, made the Night Elf grit his teeth, wishing he could just rush out and kill this little bastard.