Everyone Is A Lord: My Talent Is A Little Too Strong - Chapter 1990 - : 1118: the smoke of the fortress disperses

Chapter 1990: Chapter 1118: The Smoke of the Fortress Disperses

Due to the suddenness of the scene, by the time Leo Ray refocused his attention on William, he had already transformed into a grotesque creature with irregularly bulging muscles, like giant pustules.

Under the dim moonlight, William’s pale old face was completely decayed, with the wrinkled skin and flesh hanging down bit by bit, appearing hideous and terrifying.

Leo Ray could even clearly see the fascia on the old face slowly peeling away with the skin and flesh, reminiscent of a web of threads.

“This is simply a mutated zombie.”

Amazed for a moment, Leo Ray quickly regained his composure.

He never expected that Saint King William, standing at the pinnacle of authority in the Grimm Kingdom, would be publicly transformed into a monster by a bishop of the Temple of Light amidst the chaos of battle.

“Your Royal Highness, this is some long-lost dark forbidden technique. The Saint King has already been completely stripped of life and turned into a dark puppet controlled by that archbishop.”

On Sofia’s fair and sacred face were astonishment and dismay as she blurted out, “I didn’t expect the archbishop of the Temple of Light to use such an appalling dark forbidden technique. This is an immense irony.”

“Ancestor Sofia wasn’t wrong. In my era, even the lower tier bishops of the Temple of Light would unwaveringly stand against a dark giant dragon alone to cover the people’s retreat, even at the cost of their own lives.”

Ester also furrowed her brows tightly and agreed, “It’s unimaginable that the Temple of Light, always at odds with darkness, would lean towards it, what a degradation.”

“Ancestor Sofia, Mother, now is not the time for sentiment.”

Alfred watched as William’s body started to slowly vaporize with black fog, anxiously blowing at his beard and said, “Those invincible minions are already quite a handful, and now there’s this invincible old Saint King. We can’t just let the young Holy Lion Prince bear all the burden alone, can we?”

“Hehehe, how can those minions compare to this perfect work of art of mine?”

Facing everyone directly, Scot casually laughed with his unabashed and arrogant countenance, “This unique piece of art is already close to a half-step Tier 6 level, let’s see how you all can deal with it?”

After speaking, the black fog mutant monster’s dark death energy suddenly surged, completely shielding Scot in front.

In no time, the rampant black death energy rose, causing Scot’s white priest robe to flap fiercely. The bizarre fusion of black and white stood out starkly in the black night.

Witnessing this visually impactful scene, Leo Ray could distinctly sense.

Although the aura of the mutated monster was not as intimidating as that of true half-step Tier 6 Expert Louise, it was certainly not something a Tier 5 peak expert could withstand, especially with the overwhelming hostility emanating from it, stirring a quake in the heart.

Leo Ray clearly understood that although he could inflict lethal damage on ordinary Black Fog Soldiers, facing such a colossal adversary, even if he could cause harm, it would be challenging to shake it in a short time.

“The situation is critical; I can only give it my all. I still have several Tier 5 attack spell scrolls on me. Activating them with the Power of Divine Grace could also inflict damage on the enemy.”

Amidst the ongoing earth-shattering battle cries from the direction of the city wall, Leo Ray clenched his fist.

“What? You really intend to send yourself to death?”

Scot’s wrinkled old face twisted as he unscrupulously said, “That Supreme Majesty has ordered that, if necessary, I may take over the foolish Saint King’s role to command the Grimm Grand Army; no matter what, you won’t hold this Sunset Fortress.”

“As long as this piece of perfect artwork remains, no one can disrupt me!”

As Scot proclaimed recklessly, a golden long spear suddenly thrust from behind him, piercing straight through the old bishop’s chest.

“Ugh…”

Stiffly gazing downward at the bleeding sharp spearpoint in his chest, Scot widened his eyes in disbelief.

In his dying moments, he turned his head with difficulty, seeing a resolute and sorrowful face, belonging to none other than Jered, the Holy Knight Commander of the Grimm Kingdom.

“Once the spells casting archbishop is killed, everything naturally comes to an end.”

Jered’s gaze was cold as he withdrew the spearhead with an elbow motion, drawing out a streak of sinful crimson.

“Even if I die, that Supreme Majesty’s wish will almost be fulfilled…”

Scot’s chest, entirely soaked in crimson, swayed twice before he collapsed to the ground, his breath ceasing.

Sure enough, with the demise of Scot, the caster, the previously menacing mutant monster also sagged, swiftly reverting back to the form of old William.

“My King, you may now rest in peace.”

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Jered knelt before the perforated corpse of the old William, tears streaming down his face.

Though the extreme madness and loss of rationality in old William troubled this Holy Knight Commander deeply.

He was, after all, the monarch Jered had always loyally served, and the knight’s oath would not allow Jered to see him remain as someone else’s puppet even after his fall.

“First, let’s destroy that dark golden magic tower!”

Witnessing this unexpected scene, even though Leo Ray was quite astonished, he immediately led the strong ones towards the dark golden magic tower.