Wizard: I use my omniscience to interpret the truth.

In the aftermath of the chaos, in the heart of the castle, atop the church, Abultan watched as houses were engulfed in flames and as cries of anguish replaced the songs of praise.

He took a deep breath, his expression one of ecstasy, and murmured to himself, "Yes, yes, yes, that's the taste—wailing, flames, screams, blood..."

"This is war, this is my domain, but it's still too small. Since you want to divert my forces, then I'll do as you wish and add fuel to the fire, making this conflagration even more intense."

"But you mustn't disappoint me. You absolutely have to come. I really want to see what kind of existence a wizard is, and whether he will unleash a different kind of wail under crushing pressure."

After saying that, Abuldan's figure blurred and appeared at the church entrance, in front of the tall man.

"Now you bring these soldiers, who have not been granted divine power by me, to join this carnival. I want to see rivers of blood flow; this is the best gift for me!"

Upon hearing this, the tall man cursed inwardly as a pervert, but his reaction was quite the opposite.

He bowed respectfully before Abulda and said, "As you wish."

Abuldan waved his hand: "Go! Go, join this celebration! Prove your faith in me on the battlefield, and fulfill your vows!"

Upon hearing this, the soldiers lined up neatly in front of the church saluted in unison, and a series of powerful and resounding sounds rang out.

Then, led by the tall man, they headed towards the battlefield.

As for Abuldan, he led the remaining warriors, whom he had bestowed with divine power, into the church and closed the church doors.

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On the other side, atop a hill outside the castle, Byron stood and looked at the burning castle, a look of emotion on his face.

These nobles don't value the lives of commoners at all; they're far more ruthless than him.

His original intention was to have those two mobilize their forces and fight face-to-face with the forces controlled by Abudan, thus diverting their strength.

But he never expected them to go this far; it was beyond his imagination.

Just when he thought he had no bottom line, he suddenly felt so pure when compared to these people.

However, Byron was not some kind of saintly hypocrite; he distanced himself from everything, as if it had nothing to do with him.

He knew in his heart that this disaster was inextricably linked to him, and he had no intention of shirking responsibility.

Since it's already done, why say so much more?

So Byron only sighed inwardly for a moment, then realized that this was the perfect opportunity.

Without hesitation, he turned to the fat man behind him and said, "Now it's our turn to enter. Lead the way."

The fat man didn't speak, but nodded respectfully before leading Byron into the hidden passage at the entrance.

As they entered the dark passage, Byron remained silent, simply following the fat man who was leading the way.

As for the fat man, Byron didn't say a word. He didn't dare to speak, so he could only keep quiet and lead the way towards the destination he remembered.

The reason why the fat man had to lead the way after entering the secret passage was because the secret passage was not the kind of passage that could be walked from one end to the other without any branches.

Can such a secret passage still be called a secret passage? If a good person built a secret passage for escaping like that, wouldn't they be instantly killed if pursued by enemies?

He didn't know how long he had walked, but Byron could hear the sounds of fighting and crying growing clearer.

Instead of diminishing over time, the commotion grew even louder.

Realizing this, Byron narrowed his eyes, a half-smile appearing on his lips.

Although he didn't know how powerful those two families were, he knew how powerful the warriors under Abuldan's command who were granted divine power were.

The opponent was able to hold on for so long and even get more and more excited as the fight went on.

Without even thinking twice, there are only two possibilities for this situation.

One possibility is that the god named Abuldan was extremely weak and could not bestow much divine power, so he could only rely on those mortals.

Another possibility is that He is fishing; He is afraid that if He resolves these people too quickly, He will scare Him away, so He is standing there to show weakness to the enemy.

Byron dismissed the first possible scenario without much thought.

Who would believe He was weak if He allowed two warriors granted divine power to run around so freely?

Therefore, it can only be the second one, and it can only be the second situation.

Thinking of this, a dangerous glint flashed in Byron's eyes.

If you want to treat yourself as an angler and me as a fish to be caught, then I don't know if your appetite is big enough, your rod is sturdy enough, or your strength is great enough.

You absolutely mustn't end up being dragged into the water by a fish instead of catching one.

That would make us a laughing stock.

Not long after, Byron's pupils contracted slightly as he saw wisps of light appearing ahead.

At the same time, the fat man walking in front excitedly said, "Sir, we're almost at the exit, it's just ahead."

Byron nodded, stopped following the fat man, walked past him, and spoke.

"Very good, you've completed your task. Now, like those two, go and help them. Don't let me down."

The fat man looked at Byron as he walked out of the secret passage, his face filled with a look of utter despair.

What on earth did he do? Why couldn't he hold back? Why did he walk away so fast?!

Honestly, now I have to go do other things.

In that case, wouldn't he be doing one more thing than them?

If they saw this, I'd be laughed to death.

However, he couldn't not do it; he didn't want to die, nor did he want his family to be destroyed.

Therefore, no matter how unwilling he was, he could only obediently follow Byron's instructions and do the work.

With a soft sigh, the fat man seemed resigned to his fate. He turned into the dark passage, entered another side path, and disappeared into the darkness.

As for Byron at this moment, he neither understood nor wanted to understand the fat man's complexities, after all, he had only said it casually and had not taken it to heart.

Emerging from the secret passage, Byron found himself in a vast, luxuriously furnished room filled with an air of extravagance.

Looking around, one sees towering vaulted ceilings, exquisite furnishings, and antiques imbued with the scent of time...

Seeing all this, Byron nodded slightly in his heart, confirming that he had not gone to the wrong place, and that the decorations in the room were exactly the same as the fat man had described.

This must be the residence of Baron Verra, the owner of this castle.

The church where Abultan resides, which was converted from the hall, is not far from here.

Even at this moment, Byron could see the church spire through the window.

Byron looked at the pointed building, smiled slightly, and without hesitation, strode towards the gate. His destination was, of course, the church where Abultan was located.

However, as Byron walked, his figure gradually disappeared into the room, and in the end, only the faint sound of his footsteps could be heard, but he could not be seen anywhere.

Before long, the luxurious room returned to its previous silence, with only the pushed-open bookshelves and the dark passageway indicating that someone had been here before.