Heir to the Kingdom of 1.4 billion people

Chapter 178 Osirion, son of the Storm Pope, an overwhelmingly powerful assassin

Twilight City, as dusk approaches.

A giant, azure eagle soared over the city, bringing both awe and fear to passersby who looked up below.

After all, anyone could see that this giant eagle was definitely a powerful magical beast.

Fortunately, the giant eagle soon flapped its wings and rose into the air, disappearing into the layers of clouds, which gave the patrolling knights a long sigh of relief.

"Could that person with heterochromia be connected to the Martha family?"

On the eagle's back, Osirion frowned slightly as he looked at the unmoving pointer on the silver compass in his hand.

While flying low on his Hurricane Eagle, he used his compass to explore various locations, and the pointer invariably pointed to the very center of the city-state—Red Fox Castle.

"In that case, it might take a little longer," Osirion muttered to himself.

His original plan was to find the heterochromatic-eyed individual who had advanced to the Morning Star rank and kill him with a single sword strike, even though his Pope father's orders were to capture him alive.
It wasn't because he hated people with heterochromia, or for some boring reason like upholding justice; it was simply because the latter was too troublesome!

So, should we just storm Red Fox Fortress?
In any case, the Martha family, whose strength has plummeted since the death of Crimson Flame, would be no match for him even if all of them attacked together.

After a moment's hesitation, Ausilion abandoned the tempting idea.

To storm the castle of a ruler of a realm head-on is practically tantamount to declaring war on all the nobles. Even if he were the son of the current pope, he would still end up being imprisoned for a long time.

Most importantly, he doesn't like fighting the weak.

"Let's go ask the bishop of the city's branch church first."

With a thought, Ausilion's hurricane eagle began to rapidly search the city's churches with its sharp eagle eyes.

Human-Mount Message: You can directly transmit your inner thoughts, images, and other information to your mount's mind, and vice versa.

This is one of the abilities Osirion gained when he was promoted to Knight of the Crescent Moon. It is said to be an ability that many knights in history have dreamed of, but he himself is indifferent to it.

In particular, whenever this dead bird gets even slightly hungry, it frantically sends an image of a chicken into his mind, sometimes making him so angry that he wants to chop it up with a sword.

"Siss, I'm leaving. Fly around nearby for a while, and... don't keep popping chickens into my head!"

After the Hurricane Eagle used its excellent eyesight to locate the target, Osirion stood up and gave instructions.

Hey.

The Hurricane Eagle let out a lazy screech, though it was unclear whether it had actually heard it.

Swish!
Immediately afterwards, Osirion jumped straight down from a height of several thousand meters.

Hua Hua Hua.

His body fell rapidly like a shooting star, the whistling air even sparking from the friction between his skin and the air.

Falling from such a height with flesh and blood, even a Crescent Moon Knight would normally turn into a blurry cloud of blood the moment he hits the ground.

However, he was a person blessed by the world, a person beyond the ordinary.

rustling.

The next moment, countless gentle breezes came from nowhere and lifted his body up as if an adult were holding a baby.

The speed of the fall stopped, and it continued to slow down.

Descendant of the Divine Wind: You are favored by the wind, and all the winds in the world will cherish you like a mother.

This was a gift Osirion was born with, and because of this gift, he was once hailed as the "Son of the Wind" by the people of Windbreak City. However, due to his extreme fanaticism for swordsmanship, the title gradually changed to the Blade of Windbreaker.

Storm Church.

In the hall, Bishop Rune, dressed in a pure white robe, stood beneath the statue of the god of storms and hunting, his hands clasped in devout prayer.

"Great God, Elise is a good child. Please, have mercy on her and let the paladin who came to capture Bo be a reasonable person!"

Rune prayed and muttered to himself.

boom!
A loud crash behind him startled him from his prayers.

Rune immediately turned around warily and gathered his magic power, preparing to unleash the Storm Divine Spell.

However, the sight before him left him speechless—there was a large hole in the roof of the church, and a tall young man with long green hair and a somewhat unruly and dashing appearance was lying half-lying in the ruins beneath him, casually smiling and waving at Rune.

"You must be Bishop Rune of the Twilight City branch. I am Osirion. May I have a cup of tea first? I'd like to try some of the local specialties," the young man said casually.

The moment he heard the name, Bishop Rune's round face broke into a smile, but inwardly he felt a sense of foreboding.

Your Holiness has sent the most troublesome paladin ever!
living room.

Gudongdong.

Osirion sat on the sofa, picked up the scalding hot teapot and poured it directly into his mouth, gulping down the fragrant tea like a cow, completely oblivious to the pained look on the face of Bishop Rune opposite him.

What a waste! This is a top-quality twilight tea that even I wouldn't dare drink!

"Phew, as expected of tea that enjoys a high reputation throughout the entire continent, it really tastes good."

Osirion wiped the tea residue from the corner of his mouth, a satisfied look appearing on his sharply defined face.

"Bishop Rune, thank you for your hospitality."

“It’s alright. Your Excellency Paladin, you have traveled a long way to be here on the orders of His Holiness the Pope. A few cups of tea are hardly enough to entertain you,” Rune said politely.

"So, you already know why I'm here?"

"It's just a guess, but it should be related to people with heterochromia."

"That's right, Bishop Rune. The Silver Compass of the Flowing Wind Church pointed to the Southern Territory last week, meaning that a new Morning Star-rank heterochromatic individual has been born here. And you, as the Bishop of the Southern Territory, failed to report any information about this individual before this."

As he said this, Osirion's azure eyes narrowed slightly, and a sharp sword intent, like the tip of a blade, erupted from his body.

Bishop Rune, facing this sword intent, felt as if countless swords were pressed against his neck, and his entire body trembled uncontrollably.

He knew very well that he had committed the crimes of negligence and cover-up in the matter of Elise, and that as a paladin and the son of the pope, Osirion could simply kill him on the spot without bearing any guilt.

"Sigh, the journey back after completing the mission will be long. If only I could have a few pots of tea to keep me company!"

Just as Bishop Rune was racking his brains for an explanation, he suddenly heard Osirion, who was in front of him, sighing softly while holding his forehead.

In that instant, Bishop Rune had a sudden realization.

“I have a few packets of Twilight Tea left in my cabinet, I’ll give them to you.”

"Haha, Bishop, you are indeed a loyal and responsible person. It must be that the despicable Martha family that has misled the heterochromatic eyes."

After accepting the tea, the sharp sword intent he had felt earlier vanished instantly, and the paladin laughed and patted Rune on the shoulder.

"This guy changes his tune faster than I do," Bishop Rune thought to himself.

However, he doesn't seem to be as "unapproachable" as rumored; perhaps it's worth trying to sound him out.

“Ahem, Your Excellency Paladin, the relationship with that heterochromatic person is rather complicated,” Rune said slowly.

"You mean, there's an incredibly important person whose identity is unimaginable, someone even my father treats with utmost care, who wants to protect that person with heterochromia?" After listening to Rune's account, Osirion's brows furrowed tightly.

"That's right. Due to the oath, I cannot reveal the specific identity of that great man, but I swear to the great god of storms and hunting that even if that great man is His Holiness the Pope, he will be treated with humility and courtesy."

Bishop Rune solemnly stated that, in a sense, he was doing this for the sake of the Storm Church, since there was really no need to make an enemy of His Highness, who had the blessing of 1.4 billion, because of a kind child.

Osirion was taken aback. Even if he was ignorant, he knew that for believers, especially extraordinary individuals like Rune who walked the path of priests, breaking their oath to God was a punishment more terrible than death.

In other words, it can be confirmed that what he just said is true.
"That important person must be very powerful, right?"

After a long silence, Ausilion suddenly spoke, his tone revealing an undisguised excitement.

"That gentleman is a mage and has no knowledge of swordsmanship."

Having guessed the paladin's thoughts from his series of horrifying past experiences, Rune immediately offered a flustered explanation.

"But surely that lord has a bodyguard with exceptional swordsmanship?" Osirion persisted.

Rune was taken aback.

As someone who was practically one of Red Fox Fortress's own people, he vaguely heard that His Highness had once summoned a golden-haired attendant who had killed three Crescent Moon Realm experts with a single sword strike, and that the dazzling sword light had even engulfed one-tenth of the city square.

Ausilion had already noticed something amiss from the change in his expression, and he laughed as he got up and walked towards the door.

“Bishop Rune, I’ll be right back. Of course, if I don’t come back, remember to collect my body and tell my father that I’ll be waiting for him in the underworld for a drink.”

Upon hearing this, Rune's expression instantly turned terrified. If the Pope's son were to attack His Highness, the death of either side would be as devastating as the collapse of the sky.

"Osirion, you're going to plunge the entire Church of Storms into an abyss of no return..."

"Wind, please bind him for me!"

Bishop Rune wanted to chase after him to persuade him, but Osirion only shouted once, and then all the windows in the reception room were suddenly blown open by the wind.

A stream of wind rushed in from the window, binding Bishop Rune like invisible ropes, even gagging his mouth.

So all Rune could do was watch helplessly as Osirion hummed a tune and gradually disappeared from his sight, his eyes filled with despair and anger.

The gift of being a descendant of the wind gods is truly immense; a single casual remark can unleash power comparable to the magic of the storm gods.

God of Storms, why do you bless such a wicked and unruly person?

For the first time in his life, Bishop Rune questioned the God he believed in.

Red Fox Castle, evening.

The moonlight was shattered by the thick clouds, leaving only a few streaks of bright moonlight that barely outlined the castle's silhouette.

Having just finished a delicious meal, Xia Mingyu walked up the moss-covered stone steps to the city wall, intending to clear his head.

The Roy and Roland brothers quietly followed behind him as his guards, while Karen was ordered by Xia Mingyu to focus on protecting Elise.

After all, the paladins from the Church of Storms could appear at any moment to capture her.

rustling.

Xia Mingyu leaned on the crenellations of the city wall, feeling the refreshing night breeze on his face. He immediately felt much of the chest tightness he had felt from staying in the library all day.

Tread.

Just then, a soft footstep sound came from the steps behind them.

"Who, who is it!"

Roy immediately stepped in front of Xia Mingyu and loudly questioned him.

"Don't be so nervous, they're probably just patrolling soldiers."

Before Xia Mingyu could finish speaking, a figure dressed in a black robe and wearing a mask walked down the steps, holding a black longsword.

His attire was exactly the same as that of the Faceless Men who had previously tried to assassinate him.

No, are you coming?

The last assassination attempt happened not long ago. Am I that hated?

Xia Mingyu's mouth twitched. He had a premonition that the other party dared to come up so openly, and their strength was probably a level above his own.

Bang, bang!
While he was pondering these things, the Roy and Roland brothers had already drawn their longswords and unleashed their magic, transforming into afterimages as they rushed towards the suddenly appearing faceless man from two different directions.

Faced with the simultaneous attack of two Crescent Knights, the man simply raised his longsword, its blade a jet black.

Clang clang!
The sword light suddenly appeared.

The black sword was as difficult to hide as a venomous snake in the grass in the dim light of the night, and its swordsmanship was incredibly fast, as if it had unleashed more than ten sword lights in an instant.

tear.

In just a few short seconds of swords clashing, the silent city walls were filled with the chilling sound of blades tearing through flesh.

Roy and Roland stared blankly at the sword wounds that had almost ripped open their chests, their expressions filled with disbelief.

Hua Hua Hua.

Blood gushed out, and the two men collapsed to the ground, their faces filled with resentment.

Instantly killing two Crescent Knights?!
Xia Mingyu's pupils constricted upon witnessing this horrifying scene. He immediately activated his ability, "Fighting Together Against Each Other," but unfortunately, due to the ongoing cooldown period, there was no response for a long time.

Without hesitation, Xia Mingyu hid his right hand behind his back and snapped his fingers almost silently.

The next moment, on the surface of the city wall dozens of meters high behind them, a bunch of red roses stubbornly grew out of a crack in the bricks.

Surprisingly, after dealing with Roy and Roland, the Faceless One did not immediately launch an attack. Instead, he spoke softly:

"Your Excellency, please rest assured, your two guards are merely unable to move. With proper treatment afterward, they will be fine."

Hearing this, Xia Mingyu's expression remained unchanged. While preparing to unleash the exchange magic, he stalled for time and asked:
Are you going to kill me?

“I don’t want to kill you, but I can’t disobey orders. I need to think about my family.”

The faceless man remained silent for a long time before speaking again.

"Please rest assured, I will grant you a painless death. A kind person like you will surely find happiness in the underworld."

"As for me, a person tainted by sin, I do not want to go to hell, at least not yet."

He raised his black longsword, preparing to unleash a sword technique to kill the frail sage before him in one strike.

However, in the next instant, the gentle night breeze on the city wall suddenly howled, as if celebrating someone's arrival.

"Finally, I've found a swordsman who can fight me!"

An irrepressible voice, carrying the sound of joy from afar, was first brought here by the wind.

(End of this chapter)