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Chapter 346 It's very simple

This explains why these masked knights are all Inquisitors of the Holy Light, and why Devonreira cooperates with the Inquisitors. One reason is that they need a large amount of resources to maintain their connection with Deria. The other reason is probably for a pretext.

The judges need a just war, and assisting Derya in resisting Levis's invasion is justice.

We must leave immediately and check on the situation of the others.

"Looks like we've returned empty-handed once again, Mr. Messenger." The commander of the Judgement Legion shrugged helplessly, which indirectly confirmed the accuracy of Ralf's prediction.

The Devonreira envoy also showed the same regretful expression as the legion commander.

"Sir, if there is nothing else, I shall take my leave now."

"and many more."

The words of the Judgement Legion Commander rekindled Ralf's heart.

“Sir Envoy, I have come up with another small test method, and I hope you will cooperate.” The legion commander raised his hand, and a ball of holy light was gathering in his palm.

“The servants of the Holy Light have their own unique way of distinguishing friend from foe, I hope you don’t mind.”

“This spell will not harm you, provided,” the judge smiled broadly, “that you are not some kind of repulsive dark creature.”

"The name of this divine spell is: Detect Evil."

Ralph gritted his teeth inwardly.

Werewolves are not friends of the Holy Light.

"Commander, may I take this as an insult to the Devonleyra family?" The envoy displayed the anger of a nobleman. "If the Holy Light treats its allies like this, I think your Holy Light will weep."

The Judgement Legion Commander's smile grew even more unrestrained.

"No, the Holy Light does not weep."

"Because holy light is just a kind of power."

On the other side, Greer and the others were waiting. As time went on, their expressions grew increasingly anxious. The lyrebird had been gone for far too long, unusually long.

Finally, a mournful cry rang out from the bird's whistle.

The entire Night Owl team, including Echel, was stunned.

The cry of the cuckoo. The cuckoo's cry of blood.

"Run! Run now!"

The moment Greer and the others acted as instructed, the dilapidated cellar exploded, and three masked knights appeared at the center of the blast, their shining holy light transforming into the blades in their hands.

"Judgment on your sins!"

The holy light that lingered on the Judgement Knight dimmed instantly, turning into a quagmire like a shadow.

"Shadow Copy, Shadow Horde."

From the shadows of the Black Knight, a beast formed of shadows let out a desperate howl and pounced on the fleeing rangers.

Knights clad in heavy armor followed closely behind.

"Shadow Copy, Light Breeze."

A storm of pain swirled around the feet of the Judgement Knights, making them as light as birds and even faster than the Rangers.

The riots immediately awakened the entire armed forces of the nation of Deria. The Deria Knights displayed their power, and waves of steel began to hunt down the instigators of the unrest, including both the Night Owl Squad and the Judgement Knights.

Compared to the Judgement Legion, whose average combat strength was at the fifth tier, the Night Owl Squad, which barely reached the fourth tier, clearly faced more interference, even though the Derya Knights automatically focused their primary targets on the Judgement Knights due to the varying levels of threat. Like human war chariots, the Judgement Knights still demonstrated their superior strength.

The distance is constantly closing.

The Night Owl Squad did not give up hope; they believed in their teammates and, even more so, in their king.

The eyes of a falcon, the heart of the sky, and his unparalleled archery skills.

The moment the cry rang out, Echer had already reached the tallest building nearby. The enormous silver falcon bow was drawn to its fullest extent, gleaming in the air like a dazzling star.

Breathe, hold your breath. Air currents swirl around Echel's bowstring, the cold wind from the deep forest protecting the Ranger King.

"The arrow, as I wished."

"Falling Silver Star".

Echel fired a streak of light from the east of Deria, like a cruise missile, which landed behind Greer, blocking the Judge's slash and blasting the Judge away.

The Judge rose from the ground, ignoring the cracks in his body; shadows emerged from within, filling the gaps. He raised his hands, one in front of the other, as if drawing a bow, aiming at an unseen distance.

"Shadow Copy, Falling Silver Star."

The same streak of light shot from the Judge's hand toward Echer. It then veered off course, exploding on the city wall twenty meters away. "Tsk, requires skill-assisted abilities." Without attempting another shot, the Judge gave chase.

Echer burst into maniacal laughter from the high vantage point. "Even a ten-year-old like Leviathan can shoot more accurately than you." With no one to restrain him, Echer immediately activated his turret mode.

The people of Dreyar saw a meteor shower fall upon their city, accompanied by a continuous barrage of explosions like firecrackers.

The Judge lost track of them. "Go back, there's still one prisoner." The Judge slipped into the shadows and disappeared.

Echel also chose to retreat. Her mission to support her companions was complete, and she had to retreat before the Drea Knights came looking for her.

When Echel reunited with Reid and the others, she realized something was wrong.

Where did Lyle go?

Lyle acted the moment the Judge first used his power. Even though the circumstances were different, the terrifying suppressive force and overwhelming power were no different from the Guardian Legion they had encountered before.

"The power of holy light!" Damn it, this is a legion of holy light!

Nia hid in her own shadow, carrying Lyle as they sped through the shadows.

"Ralph is in danger!"

The wind was cutting my face; the icy air I inhaled felt like it was cutting my heart.

“This isn’t just a simple danger; now, we are enemies of the Holy Light!” A terrifying pressure descended upon Lyle. As a junior colleague admired by Mr. Raymond, Lyle was completely unprepared to oppose the Holy Light. “But I must do it; Ralph needs my help!”

Lyle's eyes turned cold. He hid in the shadows of the wall, looking at the Church of Holy Light not far away. The basement was right in front of him. The Judgement Knights had already dropped their disguises after hearing the noise and surrounded the door. Nightingale and the others were nearby. Although they had not been exposed, they were destined to be no match for the Holy Light.

It can only be up to me, it can only be up to the plague.

Using the plague to create a great upheaval, the stench of death and corruption is solidifying in Lyle's palm, growing increasingly decayed and dangerous.

"That's not enough, I need more. For Ralf, I will use all my strength, even if it means creating a dead city." Ralf's crisis made his face contort, contorted with rage and madness.

The plague messenger.

With Lyle's arm swaying down, the city will be tormented.

In the basement not far away, the Legion Commander of the Judgement was also casting his divine spell, his arm swinging down in sync.

Detect evil.

The holy light descended, but Lyle's arm was gripped tightly.

Lyle felt his heart stop beating. He numbly turned his head to look at the person who had stopped him, his eyes still filled with despair and tears.

The man stood upright, his gentlemanly demeanor a stark contrast to Lyle's disheveled appearance. He wiped away Lyle's tears with a handkerchief.

Why are you in such a sorry state?

“I…I thought you were in danger, Uncle Ralph.”

Standing behind Lyle, watching alongside him, was none other than Ralf, disguised as an envoy, who should have been trapped in the basement.

Ralph frowned and patted his nephew's head lightly. "You can always trust me, and you can trust my abilities."

"But Uncle, how did you escape?"

In their line of sight, the messenger walked out unharmed and came to Ralf's side, just like a normal person, the only difference being that his eyes were closed.

"I didn't go in at all."

"What disguise can be more real than the truth?"

"I was just trying to control a sleepwalker."

"I am a dream walker, it's that simple."

Chapter 347 The Spark of Conspiracy

“That’s the Legion of the Holy Light, the Knights of Judgment, one of the most powerful armies in the world. We have no chance of winning.” Ralf led Lyle back to Echer’s hidden stronghold. The Dreya Knights were conducting a thorough search of the streets, and it wouldn’t be long before this place was discovered. “Their target is Lewesser. Devon Lyra is allied with the Church, and their goal is to manipulate the Dreya to destroy Lewesser through war.”

"The lyrebird has been captured."

Ralph sighed, his cold gaze unable to suppress the restlessness in his heart. "That's a trap. They'll use the Lewesser Rangers as a fuse to spread the flames of war to Lewesser."

"Your Majesty, you need to return home. They have succeeded in their plot. You need to inform the people to prepare for battle and prepare for war."

"What about the lyrebird?"

“They just need a pretext. To achieve their goal, the judges will likely publicly execute him. I will organize a team to try to rescue him,” Ralph paused, “but you should be prepared for the worst.”

“Mr. Ralph, I’m handing the Night Owl Squad over to you. Please take care of yourselves.” Echel packed her things. “Go back and warn Kayla that I alone am enough.”

Ralph tried to dissuade him further. "Your Majesty, your safety..."

“The Lyrebird needs the Night Owl Squad more than I do.” Echel’s face was serious, and her every move carried the authority of a monarch. “Mr. Ralph, thank you for passing on such important intelligence to me.”

"Liweser will remember your kindness. Whether this final operation succeeds or not, you are the savior of Liweser and the protector of the Kingdom of Rangers. I look forward to the day I personally confer upon you the title of nobility, although this noble title probably only applies to Liweser."

“My friend Echel…” Reid watched his old friend depart. His kingdom, his legacy, would become a tool for despicable people to harm his friend. Enrage, transformed into the fury of a king, sustained the founder as he continued forward.

“Mr. Ralf, I need to make some arrangements in Drea. It won’t interfere with your plans. Please allow me to leave the group alone.”

“Your Majesty, Deria is now in crisis. If the Judges’ plans are thwarted, Deria’s people will be the first to suffer…”

“No, I will not stop them.” A cold light flashed from within the iron helmet. “If the scum of the Holy Light expects Derya to run, then I will grant their wish.”

"But Derya, who is on the run, will not stop easily."

Both kings began to take their own actions, and without further ado, Ralph embarked on his almost desperate rescue plan.

The Devenrera envoy arrived at the Deria Royal Tower once again, but this time, he was "invited" there by the Deria knights.