Zongwang: Unspeakable fear!

Chapter 196: Former Comrades, Today's Enemies

The Yongyao Knight is very fast, but the territory of the Holy Gold Empire is too large. Before the Holy Gold collapsed, the problem that the teleportation array could solve can now only be solved by relying on the nightmare monster under him.

Although the distance between the southern center of Walpole and the Yongyao capital is shorter than the distance between Bangor and the capital, in order to take into account the speed of the auxiliary corps and the rugged road, they had to slow down to maintain the integrity of the organization.

Along the way, the Yongyao Knights experienced no less than thirty battles of varying sizes, but because they were relatively fast, the number of enemies they encountered was not large.

There were as few as a few thousand and as many as twenty thousand people, all of whom were killed by the Eternal Glory Knights, and they couldn't even slow down their pace.

Looking at the huge city that appeared at the end of his sight in the distance, Gao Yang finally breathed a sigh of relief.

After ten full days, they finally arrived at Walpole, the capital of the Boiling Kingdom.

Arriving here is only the first step. Next, what they have to do is to flatten this huge city and wipe out all the lives in the city on the Holy Golden Map.

It was already late, and in order to ensure combat effectiveness, Yegrit directly ordered the Eternal Knights to set up camp on the spot, eat and sleep well tonight, and launch the siege early tomorrow morning.

The tents were set up, smoke was rising, and the members of the Yongyao Knights looked relaxed. It didn't look like they were heading to the battlefield, but rather coming here for an outing.

The dinner was very sumptuous. Both the people and the mounts had full bellies.

Gao Yang and Yegrit were in a military tent when suddenly a Yongyao Knight's voice rang out from outside: "Captain, the envoy from the Boiling Nation wishes to see you."

The messenger from the boiling kingdom?
Gao Yang was a little surprised. Logically speaking, the other party should not send any envoys.

It is impossible for the Yongyao Knights to hide their actions from these forces. When the Yongyao Knights rush out of the royal capital, the only way left for everyone is to fight to the death.

Now that the Boiling Nation has sent an envoy, it is definitely not to seek peace. So what is the other party's purpose in coming here?

While Gao Yang was puzzled, Yegrit was used to it. He said in a deep voice, "Bring the person here."

After a while, two men of medium build were brought into the tent. When they looked up, Gao Yang saw two pairs of deep red pupils lighting up.

The two pairs of crimson pupils were so bright that Gao Yang could vaguely feel the boiling will in them.

"Good evening, Captain."

The middle-aged man on the left bowed politely to Yegrit. His manners were decent and his words were very friendly.

puff!

With a slight explosion, Yegrit slowly withdrew his palm, and the headless body of the middle-aged man in front of him swayed and finally fell backwards.

Gao Yang looked at Yegrit in surprise, feeling that his action was somewhat unexpected.

"Too much nonsense." Yegrit said expressionlessly, looking at the remaining Boiling Messenger, "Higgins, how long do you want to hide? If you don't want to come out, then there's no need to come out."

Ok?
Gao Yang glanced sideways slightly and looked at the only remaining Boiling Messenger.

The latter's expression was calm, as if the person whose head had just exploded like a watermelon next to him was not his companion.

After hearing what Yegrit said, a smile appeared on his lips, and the next moment he slowly sat back.

As he moved, light and shadow twisted behind him, as if a tangible and invisible chair was supporting his body. He sat peacefully opposite Yegrit.

Gao Yang suddenly felt that at this moment, he could not see the face of the envoy opposite him clearly. The huge boiling will was like a mask, covering him. Then he realized that at this moment, the will of the Boiling Monarch had descended.

"It's been a long time, Yegrit."

The Boiling Lord Higgins's posture was extremely natural, as if this was not the camp of the Yongyao Knights, but his palace.

He crossed his legs, folded his hands on his upper knee, and looked up at Yegrit opposite him and Gao Yang beside him.

"I still remember the time when we fought side by side many years ago. Although those years were difficult, they were also the most relaxing moments for me."

Yegrit pursed his lips, took a deep breath, suppressed the anger in his heart, and spoke slowly: "Is that so? But ever since you betrayed me, I have been thinking about twisting your head off every minute and every second. You are not worthy of being my comrade."

Higgins's smile remained unchanged. He looked at Yegrit and continued, "You are still so reckless. Recklessness will not save the Holy Gold Continent."

"Can you?" Yegrit sneered, with fire flashing in his eyes.

Higgins shook his head, leaned back slightly, and pressed his back completely against the invisible chair back, then he sighed with contentment.

"The demise of the Holy Gold Will is irreversible. No matter what we do, we cannot avoid this outcome. Since the demise of the Holy Gold is a fact, why can't we condense a brand new will from this dying will?
Death is not the end, death also means rebirth. The holy gold disappears and boils for new life.

Boiling continues the will of Saint Gold, and the will of this world will also be reborn from the ashes. What do you think of naming the new continent "Boiling"?

Higgins's face was blurry, but his eyes were as bright as torches. The strong light of his will even suppressed the other lights in the tent, causing the surroundings to become dim, while the place where he was was bright.

boom!
The golden-red fighting spirit suddenly exploded from Yegrit's body, and with extremely hot and domineering power, it turned into an invisible big hand and slapped Higgins's position hard.

A muffled sound like thunder echoed in the hearts of the three people, and light returned to the tent.

Higgins wanted to say something, but as soon as he opened his mouth, his head flew up into the sky.

Yegrit looked indifferent and whispered, "I will crush your so-called boiling will."

A faint chuckle sounded in the tent, and Higgins's voice came from the freely falling head: "Heh~"

The head fell to the ground, and the sitting corpse lost all support and fell heavily to the ground.

Gao Yang waited for a while before speaking: "Is that the Boiling Monarch Higgins?"

Yegrit nodded slightly.

Gao Yang exclaimed in admiration, "It's incredibly difficult to achieve such a huge and concentrated will. It looks like he wants to convince you."

"This isn't the first time. He does this every once in a while." Yegrit shook his head, his fighting spirit slowly receding. He turned to look at Gao Yang and said, "He used to be the High Priest of the Empire, and I was the leader of the Holy Golden Knights. We fought together on the battlefield.

However, when the boiling will appeared, he changed."

A long silence fell in the tent.
Gao Yang sighed slightly. The current situation was very clear. What Higgins called the boiling will was basically the same as the thing behind the Old Gods. The only difference was the different nature of their external manifestations.

The Old Gods' religion tends to be weird and fanatical, while the Seething Kingdom is hot, boiling and crazy.

But one thing is consistent, their ultimate goal is to suck the nutrients of this plane.

(End of this chapter)