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Chapter 568 You are the Traitors (Please Subscribe!)
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"Think!"

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"This can't stop me!?"

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Garr, the second-in-command of the Heroic Legion, has now descended into a berserk rage in this critical moment.

"Go away!"

Each volley of Eldar spirits' shots was blasted away by the shockwave generated by this intruder's stomp, and they crashed to the ground.

At this moment, the legendary warrior's ferocity was fully revealed.

Especially now that Garr is wearing heavy armor and is still in his heroic spirit form, he stomps his feet again and again, creating huge craters, making him look incredibly terrifying.

"Hahaha!"

He laughed wildly, and the fear he felt from the failed sneak attack gradually dissipated.

"Is this the limit for you traitors?!"

Humph.

It's just that its defense is a bit stronger; it's nothing to be afraid of.

However, Gard did not notice.

Those arrows that he easily blasted away were not actually aimed at his vital points from the very beginning... but rather precisely at the space around his body and the gaps in his armor joints.

Many arrows exploded automatically as they approached Garr, before even making contact, turning into wisps of colorless and odorless mist, but carrying a strong purifying power, which then merged into the surrounding thick fog.

Silent Arrow!
It does not create silence, but rather its accompanying "magical stasis" effect, which can greatly interfere with the target's energy flow and senses.

Gradually, Gar felt a sinking sensation all over his body, as if he were sinking into sticky glue. His movements became sluggish, and his connection with the energy of the outside world became obscure.

At this point, he finally realized something was wrong.

"It's a trap!"

Garr roared, trying to unleash another burst to disperse the light mist, but found that the magic was gathering at an alarmingly slow pace.

At the same time, the ground beneath his feet suddenly became as soft and muddy as quicksand!

Countless shimmering mycelia emerged from the ground, coiling around Garr's leg armor like living snakes, and rapidly spreading upwards, attempting to pin him completely to the ground.

This is the "Binding Fungus Net" produced by Miser, which not only has extremely strong physical restraint, but can also absorb the energy inside the prey.

If this intruder hadn't been wearing specially made heroic heavy armor, Misser would have had a real hard time controlling him.

Gar finally realized he had fallen into the enemy's trap and let out a furious roar of resentment.

"mean!!!"

But he was, after all, a legendary hero who had fought countless battles, dedicating everything to war both in life and in death, with the instinct for battle etched into his soul.

He roared, forcefully breaking free of some of the mycelium, and stomped on the ground with his heavy armor, temporarily stabilizing his body with brute force.

"traitor!"

"Don't try to trap me!"

In an instant, a massive warhammer of heroic spirits materialized in Garr's hand, which he slammed forward, attempting to forcefully carve out a path.

But the next second——

Boom!
A massive metal tower shield, carved with the head of a roaring bear, blocked his way like a mountain.

Five Heroic Shield warriors, equally clad in heavy armor and no less imposing than him, appeared abruptly as if they had sprung from the ground.

"What!?"

Garr's soul fire surged and roared as he brought down his hammer once more.

"Get out of here!"

Boom!
The warhammer slammed into the tower shield with a deafening roar. The runes on the shield's surface flashed rapidly, diverting most of the impact to the ground. The shield warrior's body sank slightly, but he did not retreat a step, channeling the remaining force to the side.

The five shield warriors worked together to deflect the force, passing it down layer by layer, and successfully withstood the opponent's explosive attack.

Although their individual strength was not as great as that of a legend, when they joined forces, they surprisingly unleashed a power that was no less than that of a legend.

Behind the shield warrior, on both sides, more figures emerged from the ripples in the air, from the shadows of the trees, and even from the cracks in the ground.

The elusive, stealthy heroic spirits; the archer heroic spirits wielding longbows; the warrior heroic spirits holding weapons such as battle axes and hammers...

They remained silent, without shouting or roaring, only a chilling killing intent woven into a net, their eyes cold as if looking at inanimate objects.

Without a word, the heroic spirits joined forces and charged toward Gar, beginning their encirclement and annihilation of him.

Their teamwork was exquisite.

The long-range harassment arrows and natural magic never stopped, constantly weakening the enemy's condition, and would unexpectedly shoot a tricky arrow at the knee.

The melee shield warriors stood like rocks, withstanding Garr's ferocious charge and delivering heavy blunt blows as he attempted to turn.

The agile stalkers, like a persistent leech, launched deadly attacks when the enemy's defenses faltered, leaving deep scratches on Garr's heavy armor.

Although it couldn't break through the enemy's defenses immediately, it greatly disrupted the enemy's rhythm and continuously depleted his defensive energy.

This is not a battle, it is a hunt.

A drill that had been practiced countless times, a highly efficient and ruthless slaughter targeting various types of formidable enemies.

In this long-awaited battle, these heroic warriors remained silent, but a joyful smile appeared on their lips.

Right, that is it!

That's how it should be!
If the residents of Eldar were to witness this scene, they would find it hard to believe that these "construction workers" and "simple farmers" could display such brutality.

But this is what these heroic spirits truly look like.

Ever since they were awakened by Herbert using the Pool of Heroes, they have been obeying orders and silently carrying out various infrastructure projects.

Building houses, farming, patrolling, praying... all day long is just endless repetition of these harmless daily routines.

While that kind of life wasn't bad, it was still a bit too restrictive for guys like them who yearned for battle at heart.

Only in this way can they be the servants favored by the gods, and be reborn after death... Heroic Warriors.

"Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!!!"

Despite possessing legendary peak power, Garr was utterly suppressed by this airtight coordination, endless interference, and bizarre mycelial bindings, leaving him feeling incredibly stifled.

He felt like a raging bull trapped in a swamp, full of strength but with nowhere to use it, the swamp sinking deeper and deeper, devouring his strength and life.

"Traitor! Get out of here!"

Extreme anger and humiliation finally caused Garr to completely explode.

He abandoned all defense and frantically poured all his remaining power into the weapon in his hand. The icy blue soul fire instantly burned to its limit, even seeping through the gaps in his helmet!

"In the name of judgment, purification!!!"

He unleashed his ultimate self-destructive skill—a forbidden technique that released an indiscriminate, destructive energy shock at the cost of destroying his own soul core.

A terrifying, destructive aura of icy blue energy ripples suddenly bloomed around him like a flower of death, spreading rapidly in all directions!
Wherever it passed, space itself began to distort!
This strike is enough to turn everything within a hundred meters into dust!

Tata, who had been watching from the treetop, suddenly contracted his pupils and raised his claws, as terrifying power began to gather on them.

"Whew! It's my turn!"

It knew it could no longer just watch the show.

If that guy were to self-destruct, the surrounding heroic warriors would likely suffer casualties.

However, before it could unleash its full power, another figure moved.

"Everyone, back off."

While the others retreated, Sophia, who had been controlling the situation in the command post, had somehow appeared at the edge of the battlefield.

Faced with the devastating impact of the icy blue energy, she neither retreated nor blocked; instead, she strode towards Gar.

As she walked slowly, she calmly raised the spear in her hand.

There was no dazzling brilliance on the spear, only an extreme restraint, as if all light and heat had been compressed into the tip. Then, she simply hurled the spear at the core that was about to explode.

There was no sound, no presence.

But the seemingly unstoppable icy blue energy surge, upon contact with the subtle sword light, collapsed and disintegrated instantly, like a balloon punctured by a needle.

The spear continued its momentum, striking with unparalleled precision the core of Gal's chest armor—the very point where his soul core interacted most intensely with external energy.

Click!

With a crisp, clear sound like crystal shattering, the violently surging energy emanating from Garr came to an abrupt halt.

"No, this, this is impossible..."

His swollen body seemed to have all its support removed, instantly slumping down. The burning soul fire in his eyes flickered violently a few times, then quickly dimmed and finally went out completely.

He remained frozen in place, still in the forward swinging hammer posture, like a lifeless metal statue.

There was dead silence on the battlefield.

There was only the rustling of the grass in the breeze, and... the faint hissing sound of energy dissipating from within Gar's statue-like body.

Squirrel Tata slowly lowered its raised front paws, and the light on them faded.

It looked at Sophia, who was still in the throwing motion, and then at the battlefield below, which had instantly gone from extreme motion to extreme stillness, and blinked in surprise.

"Wow, I didn't realize her combat skills were so good. She found the enemy's weakness right away."

Of all those present, perhaps only it could truly grasp the significance of Sophia's shot.

It seems simple, but in fact every step requires meticulous calculation and a very high level of skill.

If Sophia's strength advances to the Epic level, even if she is only at the initial Epic level, she will be a formidable opponent for most Epic powerhouses.

The battle ended as quickly as it began.

Several heroic warriors stepped forward and approached Gar, who appeared to have died in battle. The mushroom merchant's mycelium became active again, like living ropes, binding the heavy armor that had completely lost its ability to resist tightly.

They dragged Gal to Sophia and pressed her down hard, forcing her to kneel on the ground.

Tata stared wide-eyed, anticipating the trial to come.

It was curious how Sophia would deal with this enemy.

"..."

Sophia kept her head down, squinting at her palm, as if the person who had just thrown the spear had nothing to do with her.

"...Cough cough! I refuse to accept this!!!"

It wasn't until Gar, who had been bound by the mycelium, regained his senses and let out a resentful roar that Sophia's ears twitched slightly, bringing her back to her senses.

"traitor!"

Gar struggled to lift his head; though the icy blue soul fire had dimmed, it still burned with an indomitable rage and deep contempt.

He stared intently at Sophia, as if he wanted to burn her through with his gaze, and roared through gritted teeth.

"traitor!"

He growled hoarsely, his voice broken and intermittent due to the damage to his core.

"I told you from the start, that useless Ghost Wolf King is completely useless! Legion Commander... Legion Commander should have taken action himself back then!"

"He should have dealt with you, you damned traitor, himself!"

"You have defiled the glory of the fallen! You traitors who have turned your backs on our Lord, you have profaned our Lord's gifts!"

Hearing this, Sophia finally looked away from her hands and looked down at Gar at her feet.

There was no anger, no explanation, not even a flicker of emotion in her eyes, only a condescending, almost pitying calm.

This calmness stung and angered Garr more than any vicious curse.

"betray?"

Finally, Sophia spoke, saying calmly, "You seem to have misunderstood something. I have never betrayed you, and I remain loyal to my lord."

!!!

Upon hearing this, Gar became even more enraged and almost stood up, but was forcefully pressed down by the heroic spirit beside him, and could only roar.

You've been deceived!!!

He shouted in anguish, trying to awaken his brainwashed companions.

"Deception? No."

Sophia recalled Herbert's face, her eyes flashing with determination, and said without wavering, "You are the ones who have been deceived by your own thoughts."

"He has returned like a storm."

“And you bastards who can’t see this are the traitors who need to be wiped out by our lord.”

"You are the traitors."

In Eldar, the loyalty of the Heroic Spirits to Herbert is unconditional.

Of all the Heroic Spirits, the Centaur Lady is always the most loyal one.

Lord Herbert—Loyal! Honest!

"Since you question my faith, I have a question for you."

Sophia looked at the dazed Gar, her voice clear and cold like jade beads falling on a plate, yet carrying an all-knowing indifference.

"If the legion commander you mentioned really wants to eliminate us 'traitors,' then why did he only send you?"

!!!

These words were like a cold dagger, piercing precisely into the deepest part of Garl's heart, causing even the burning flame of his soul to tremble violently.

He was indeed a hot-tempered warrior, but he wasn't so stupid as to be oblivious to everything.

Did Garr really not realize that something was wrong?

Deep down, I still had a vague feeling about it.

"Just because you're the easiest to sacrifice, a mindless pawn, the perfect tool for testing the waters... a discarded pawn."

A sacrifice? No!

I have come to judge the traitors and to defend the glory of my Lord!
"You're talking nonsense!!!"

Gar struggled furiously, but the mycelium only tightened its grip.

"The legion commander couldn't possibly sacrifice me! Impossible! You're lying to me!"

Sophia lowered her eyes, about to retort, when suddenly she raised an eyebrow, turned around and left, no longer looking at Gar, as if looking at him again would be a waste of time.

Seeing that she was about to leave, the heroic warrior beside her hurriedly asked, "Lady Sophia, what should we do with him? Should we lock him up?"

At this moment, the centaur lady didn't even turn her head, waved her hand, and casually said, "Him? He's useless, just get rid of him."

Heroic Spirit Warrior: Hmm?

Tata: Huh??
Garr: Huh? ???

Everyone watched in shock as Sophia hurriedly left.

No way, is it really that hasty?!

There was no interrogation, no forced confession, and not even any interest in knowing more about the Legion of Heroes.

I'm tired, let's just give up. (JPG)
Decisive and ruthless.

The reason Sophia left in such a hurry and dealt with Gar so hastily is for only one reason—

Herbert called.

(End of this chapter)