Madmen don't keep diaries

Chapter 327 326 Landslide
Things seem to have gotten serious.

Modra spoke these words without any attempt to hide them from anyone, and Shunzi, who was hanging to the side, heard them clearly.

Do you think he can just listen to things like the fog enveloping the Eastern Continent and the wind and rain stopping?

Shunzi also tried to break free of the restraints, but the mist chains not only imprisoned his body, but also obscured his connection with magic, making it impossible for him to activate magic. He could hardly move with the strength of his physical body alone.

Shunzi was extremely anxious.

Regardless of whether the Church of the Mist is plotting against the Eastern Continent or wants to fight the Temple to the death, these matters are too big for Shunzi to handle; he neither wants to nor can he.

The problem is that Feng Xiuhu is still in Fancheng.

My brother is unaware of what's happening here. If these inhuman monsters attack, Fancheng will be thrown into chaos. Will my brother be in danger?
There's an even more serious problem—if the angel can spot Shunzi as a "spy" at a glance, he might also spot his older brother as a "spy."

If we're talking about who knows Feng Xiuhu best, then it has to be Shunzi No. 1.

Shunzi may not be able to explain how Feng Xiuhu gained the church's trust, but he certainly knew whether Feng Xiuhu was truly devout or not.

If my brother is truly a die-hard follower of the God of Mist, Shunzi would dare to write his name backwards.

"Mist..."

"familiar……"

"The power of... authority..."

From the moment I was bound by chains, that voice appeared in my mind again, speaking intermittently.

Shunzi was already anxious, and this undeniable voice kept interrupting his train of thought, making him even more agitated.

On the other side, after boosting morale, Modra stepped forward and drew the saber from Commander Doro.

The descent array above had completed its mission and began to slowly dissipate, and the passage gradually closed.

General Modra handed the sword to Ilse and prepared to lead the angels on their way.

Ilse took the knife, pointed it at Shunzi, and asked, "Modra, what do we do with this spy?"

Modra glanced at Shunzi: "Execute him, he's useless to keep him alive."

Ilse had been waiting for him to say that, and laughed, "Leave it to me, let me test the power of this body."

After saying that, he walked up to Shunzi with the knife and stabbed Shunzi in the chest with all his might.

A sharp, piercing metallic scraping sound rang out. Under immense force, the armor was pierced through, but the blade tip remained pressed against Shunzi's chest, unable to advance any further.

The lead weights he always carried saved his life.

"Ok?"

This result puzzled Ilse.

Shunzi himself was also suffering. Although he avoided the pain of being pierced through the heart by a sharp blade, the fierce force made him feel as if he had been hit head-on by a blunt object. In addition, the chains held him firmly in place, so he could not even cushion the impact and could only endure it.

A metallic taste rose in his throat, and blood seeped from the corner of Shunzi's mouth.

The smell of blood ignited Shunzi's emotions, and immense anger flared up from his chest and rushed to his head.

It's unclear whether the voice in her head affected Shunzi, or whether Shunzi's anger affected the voice.

The voice suddenly became frantic as well.

"A familiar scent..."

"It's them!"

"thief!"

"It's them--"

"They! They deserve to die!"

A mournful cry, seemingly echoing from time immemorial, reverberated deep within his soul, concealing an unspeakable rage.

Shunzi's eyes instantly turned bloodshot, and his sealed magic power seemed to be stimulated in some way, causing it to boil over.

The anger that had been building up in her chest could no longer be contained. Shunzi threw her head back and roared, "Ah!!"

His muscles bulged and tensed, and the chains binding his limbs began to tremble.

Ilse's expression hardened, and he drew his military knife, aiming it at Shunzi's neck.

It's too late to say.

Bang— The misty chains shattered into pieces in mid-air, and Shunzi, his eyes blazing with fury, stretched out his neck and bit down on the blade.

With a crisp snap, the military knife broke instantly.

With only half a military knife in his hand, this scene was unexpected for Ilse, but the enemy's desperate counterattack was not enough to make him change his expression.

Ils seamlessly began chanting: "In the name of the mist, peel—"

But Shunzi, blinded by rage, disregarded all rules. Before Ilse could finish speaking, Shunzi raised his big foot and delivered a powerful kick to Ilse's chest.

Bang!
Ilse flew backward like a cannonball, landing right in front of the angels who hadn't gone far.

The angels all turned around to look at each other.

Someone jokingly asked, "Ilse, how did you fall down?"

Many people chuckled softly and chimed in, "If you can't adapt to the physical body, don't force yourself. Go back before the gates of the divine kingdom close."

Ilse didn't reply. He got up, intending to get back at her, but was stopped by Mordred.

Modra stared at the cracks on Ilse's breastplate, remained silent for a few seconds, and then turned his gaze to Shunzi.

Shunzi, panting heavily, unfastened his armor.

"True God or evil god, it doesn't matter."

He spat out a mouthful of bloody foam and muttered something as if talking to himself.

"I'm too lazy to care about this god or that god... As long as I can stop them, I can accept an evil god."

Modra stepped forward, took the greatsword from his back, and asked expressionlessly, "What are you talking about?"

By this time, Shunzi had taken off all his armor, but he did not rush to answer.

He ripped open his outer garment, revealing the innermost lining, and then took out heavy lead weights from pockets sewn into various parts of his body and limbs.

Boom!
Boom!
Boom!
The heavy objects fell to the ground with a series of dull thuds, raising a thin layer of dust.

As the last lead weight landed, Shunzi twisted his neck and finally looked up at the other side.

“What I mean is, I didn’t say you could leave…and he didn’t agree either.”

"he?"

A hint of wariness flashed in Modra's eyes. At that moment, a group of angels came to his sides, casting undisguised malice at Shunzi.

Where the angels couldn't hear, the provoked "evil god" was roaring madly in Shunzi's mind. His language was illogical, just a constant screaming of "revenge, kill them!" as if he wanted to crawl out of Shunzi's head and do it himself.

His roar was so loud that Shunzi could barely hear anything outside. He felt his temples throbbing and his head felt like it was about to explode.

"Shut up!"

Shunzi couldn't hold back any longer and roared loudly.

Instead, it startled the angel on the other side.

Shunzi, with one hand on his knee and the other covering his forehead, gritted his teeth and said in pain, "I know! Stop talking!"

After observing for so long, Modra still couldn't sense any danger from Shunzi. He took a step back and said, "Kill him. We don't have time."

Without needing further instructions, the angels immediately took action.

"Restraint!"

"Banned!"

"deprivation!"

"Execution!"

The angels worked in perfect harmony; some cast spells, others drew their swords, and a variety of deadly attacks came at once.

"I fucking said, today..."

Shunzi gasped for breath through his nose and took a heavy step forward.

"No one is leaving!"

Boom! !

The mountain collapsed.

(End of this chapter)