Spellcasting Gods

"As you wish."

The bodyguards and guards who rushed in quickly left the room, not forgetting to stop the servants who wanted to wipe the bloodstains on the floor and walls.

After everyone had left, Kerwin quickly drew the curtains, locked the door, drew his sword, and carefully cut a few millimeters deep in his palm.

Normally, a wound this deep would almost certainly cause uncontrollable bleeding.

But this time, not only did he not bleed a single drop, but the wound healed automatically as soon as it appeared, so quickly that there was no chance for the blood to flow out.

Shock!

excitement!

ecstasy!

Kerwin couldn't find enough words to describe his current feelings.

He never dreamed that his mysterious and unpredictable master would be so generous.

To figure out his physical limits, he repeatedly performed self-harm and tested his strength and agility over the next half hour, with surprisingly good results.

Not only does he possess monstrous regenerative abilities, but his combat prowess also far surpasses that of his most powerful knight.

If he so desires, he can disarm his opponent with a single blow. If it is a heavy weapon such as a warhammer, axe, or chain mace, he can also instantly shatter most wooden and iron-clad shields, smashing the shield-wielder into a bloody pulp.

"Hehe! This is the gift I most desire, aside from power. Thank you, generous host, one day I will repay this gratitude with interest..."

With a low, muttered monologue, Kerwin quickly concealed the fleeting, sinister smile, reverting to his usual serious demeanor, and left the blood-soaked room, heading towards the bathroom.

Ambition is an addictive poison!

Tyrants, without exception, all possess a strong desire to be subordinate to others!

Now, the two things have merged into one, creating an increasingly inflated ego in him, to the point that he is no longer willing to be a puppet.

Interestingly, Kerwin had no idea what he was about to face, otherwise he would never have had such thoughts...

Chapter 1070 Bad News

The Kingdom of Annoya is a feudal state located in the southwestern corner of the continent, with a relatively warm climate. It is mainly ruled by the royal family at the top of the power structure and six powerful hereditary dukes. It is neither powerful nor weak in the surrounding area, especially its navy, which is unique and can form a strong deterrent against enemy coastal strongholds.

Generally speaking, no one would easily provoke such a maritime power, otherwise trade would be severely affected.

But today, King Unger V, who hadn't stayed up all night to handle state affairs for thirty years, surprisingly abandoned his rendezvous with his beautiful lover and appeared in his study in the middle of the night. Also appearing with him was the kingdom's Field Marshal, Duke Bronshida.

The two listened intently to the spy's detailed report, their faces grave. Soon, Unger V couldn't help but roar in anger, "Useless! Utterly useless! I gave him so many elite troops! Even a legion of spellcasters! And he still lost! And lost so badly! Directly resulting in the loss of nearly half of his territory!"

"Your Majesty! Please calm down! Now is not the time to assign blame! Those rebels have occupied half of the kingdom's land and have even uprooted the nobles you appointed. If we allow them to gain a foothold, we will all be doomed," Duke Bronhilda warned solemnly.

“Damn it! Of course I know! But the problem is, can you guarantee that if we send out more troops, they won’t be defeated by those monsters and steel golems that appear out of nowhere?” Unger V questioned sharply.

As an old king who had lived more than half his life and ruled for over thirty years, he had never heard of such an outrageous situation in his entire life.

The Northwest Province, which has always been known for its poverty, backwardness, and fierce folk customs, has unexpectedly produced an army of about 20,000 steel puppets and monsters that can obey orders 100%.

Is all of this supported by hostile countries?

Or is it some hidden god or demon awakening from its slumber deep in the forest, intending to unleash a war that will sweep across the entire continent?

Either way, it would be an absolute disaster for the Kingdom of Annoya.

Duke Bronshida clearly sensed the king's anxiety and suggested in a deep voice, "I think the best course of action right now is to consolidate our defenses, build a defensive line around the Stone Castle, and at the same time send envoys to try to negotiate with the other side, delaying as much as possible to buy more time to gather intelligence and plan a counterattack. In addition, I have heard that Kerwin Oren was once a suitor of Princess Vilia when he was young, perhaps we can use this as an opportunity."

"You mean... to use my most beloved daughter to seduce that despicable, filthy, ugly country bumpkin?" The king was clearly enraged, his eyes blazing with fury.

To be precise, no ruler with self-respect would tolerate such blatant humiliation.

Unfortunately, politics often leaves one with little choice, especially when the interests of the entire ruling class are at stake. Even the king cannot stand against them, otherwise the dukes might unite to stage a coup and install a new king who can represent their interests.

As long as the royal bloodline remains unchanged, it will not cause too much impact or turmoil.

"Your Majesty! Please believe me, only by doing this can we maximally deceive the enemy, and even find out what secrets are hidden behind him. As far as I know, Kerwin was recently assassinated. Although the specifics are unknown, our spies found that the servants cleaning the room brought out a lot of blood-stained items, indicating that he should have been seriously injured. But less than two days later, he appeared in public unharmed. This is absolutely not normal!" Duke Bronhilda earnestly advised.

Unless absolutely necessary, he didn't want to launch a coup in conjunction with the other dukes at this time.

"Are you sure that sacrificing my daughter will bring a victory to the kingdom? A real victory?" Unger V raised his head and stared into the other man's eyes.

Duke Bronshida nodded without hesitation: "Of course! I promise! Also, before I leave, I would like to meet with Her Highness the Princess alone to make sure she knows her mission."

"Fine! I promise you! But if you don't give me the victory you promised after Vilia makes the sacrifice, I will show you how terrible a king's wrath can be."

With a threatening growl, the king finally decided to compromise.

no way!

Whether it was to defend the dignity of the nation and the royal family, or to unite all the nobles who could be united at a critical moment, he had to make sacrifices.

Moreover, princesses are essentially political bargaining chips. Whether they marry into important vassal states or are sent to marry into other countries, they have no say in the matter.

"Of course! I swear on my life and the honor of my family!" Duke Bronhilda solemnly guaranteed, placing one hand on his chest.

……

Soon, under the full operation of these two powerful figures, the delegation, led by the young princess, left the capital in a grand manner and slowly advanced towards the front line where the two sides were locked in a standoff.

Before even reaching their destination, Kerwin, far away in another city, had already received the news. His eyes gleamed with intense anticipation as he chuckled and muttered to himself, "Heh heh, you're finally coming? My long-awaited princess! You probably never imagined that the little country nobleman you once ignored could now threaten the royal family's rule. Don't worry, it won't be long before I swallow him whole, along with you. From now on, everything I've ever desired but couldn't have will be taken back, one by one."

The words had barely left his mouth!

He looked up at Baron Calanster, who was standing to the side listening to his instructions, and said, "My dear friend, I have something I need to trouble you with."

"Give me your orders!" The baron raised his head, revealing a bloodthirsty expression.

"Go and fetch Her Highness the princess! Remember! I only want to see the princess; the rest can be dealt with as well. After all, I'm not stupid enough to resort to such low-level, childish tricks," Kerwin ordered with a cold laugh.

Clearly, all he wanted was a princess, not some damn delegation.

Because he had no intention of negotiating from the beginning. The reason he did not choose to continue the attack was simply to wipe out all the resistance forces in his territory, not because he thought that annexing half of the kingdom's territory would be enough.

"As you wish! I guarantee that no kingdom envoy, except for the princess, will be able to reach you alive."

After saying this, Baron Kelanster bowed deeply, then turned and left the room. About half an hour later, he led a squad of elite cavalry out of the city gate, intending to massacre the entire delegation.

Chapter 1071 Slaughtering the Mission

Undoubtedly, the delegation from the kingdom had no idea that Kerwin was someone who never liked to play by the rules, let alone that he would dare to bear the infamy of a killer.

As a result, when the fierce cavalry charged in, the entire delegation did not make the slightest move to defend themselves and was wiped out in one fell swoop.

In less than a few seconds, more than half of the unfortunate men were impaled by lances and nailed to the ground alive.

As for the rest, they weren't much better off. They were either knocked down and trampled into mincemeat by strong warhorses, or had their heads cut off by sharp longswords and scimitars.

Blood!

Dismemberment!

Screams of agony!

Baron Calanter proved his passion for killing through his actions.

After personally executing the last wounded, he opened the carriage door, dragged out the beautiful maid who was trembling in the seat, threw her on the ground, and crushed her chest with one foot. Then he lifted his visor and said to Princess Vilia, whose face was already deathly pale, "Your Highness, please come with me. The Lord wishes to see you immediately."

"Why...why did you kill them?" The princess, suppressing her fear, raised her head and questioned loudly.

Judging from her slightly trembling voice, it was easy to tell that the hellish scene before her eyes had shattered her understanding of the world for more than a decade, and was even the first time she had felt how cruel the outside world really was.

It turns out that human life can be so cheap, killed so easily without a word being spoken, and the body left to be devoured by wild beasts.

It wasn't as exciting as the story described!

There was no legendary duel between courteous knights who showed mutual deference!

All that exists is slaughter!

The absolute crushing of the weak by the strong!

No matter how noble one's birth, everyone is equal before a cold weapon. Once a vital point is pierced, death will occur in the blink of an eye. There is no possibility of a desperate counterattack after being seriously injured.

"Them?" Baron Kelanster glanced at the nearby corpses and replied with disdain, "On the battlefield, trash has no value in living. I killed them for their own good. Otherwise, facing those monsters and steel golems, their minds would break down, and they would live in the shadows for the rest of their lives. It's better to die gloriously than to live such a lowly life."

“But…but you even killed my maid! She was just a young girl! Neither a warrior nor an envoy!” the princess argued angrily.

It's important to know that personal maids were usually nieces of nobles with a certain status and position, and they might even be relatives.

The two will know each other when they are very young and accompany each other throughout their lives. Their relationship is so close that it can lead to ambiguous feelings that go beyond friendship.

"Sorry! My orders are to bring only you back! So they are worthless! They all have to die!" With that, Baron Kelanster kicked the corpse.

The maid's eyes were wide open; even in her dying moments, she refused to believe that a man could disregard her beauty and stunning figure, choosing instead to kill her rather than commit any act of assault.

Sensing the violent aura emanating from the other party, Princess Vilia closed her eyes in despair, unable to bear watching the horrific scene. She allowed him to pull her onto the back of a group of warhorses and ride wildly towards their destination with the cavalry.

Baron Count Calanter, who has never shown any tenderness towards women, completely disregarded how terrible riding a horse was for a princess who considered herself a lady, especially since she was wearing a beautiful white dress that symbolized purity.

When they returned to the city, Princess Vilia's skirt was practically tattered, and her legs felt like they didn't belong to her; she couldn't help but tremble slightly as she walked.

Fortunately, the strict training from her etiquette teacher prevented her from losing her composure at this crucial moment, and she forced herself to maintain a haughty demeanor as she entered the study.

Kerwin, who had been waiting for a long time, quickly stood up, took the other's right hand, and kissed the back of her hand affectionately: "Ah! Your Highness, you have finally come. Do you know? I have been waiting for this moment for five whole years. The scene of our parting is like a painting, forever deeply engraved in my heart."

"So this is how you retaliate against my rejection back then?" Princess Vilia barely managed to pull her hand back, her beautiful face covered in frost.

“Revenge? No! I think you’ve misunderstood something! Why do you think His Majesty the King would send you here to me? And as an envoy no less? He wants to use my infatuation with you to buy time and gather intelligence. I’m not so foolish as to let his scheme succeed. Therefore, killing the entire delegation and leaving only you is the ideal outcome,” Kerwin explained with a half-smile.

As the saying goes, men are essentially no different from peacocks.

When hormones are secreted in large quantities, people tend to try their best to present their best side to the opposite or same sex they like, hoping to gain mating rights in the process.

Clearly, Kerwin's thought at this moment was to get the princess, who was of noble birth and lineage, into his bed, and preferably have her bear him a child. Then he would have enough excuse and reason to swallow the entire kingdom whole.

To achieve this goal, he didn't even bother to hide the desire in his eyes, a look that seemed capable of stripping the white dress bare.

Just as Princess Vilia was trembling with anger and about to raise her arm to slap the other party, a strong energy fluctuation suddenly came from the room.

next second...

A portal suddenly appeared out of thin air, and Allens traveled a great distance to arrive directly in the center of the room.

However, having already been implanted with the power of chaos, he paid no attention to the young and beautiful princess, and instead asked without thinking, "I heard you drank that potion? How are you? Did you experience any adverse reactions?"

"Damn it! How come you always appear out of nowhere and never knock?" Kerwin complained through gritted teeth.

After all, he had almost broken down the princess's psychological defenses, and if he had taken advantage of the situation and used a little violence, he would have been able to successfully subdue her.