Ark, they don't revolve around you

They maintained order throughout Kazdel, which made the central city seem undermanned, but they were helpless.

But this does not mean that the city has lost its high-end combat power. As long as the Shard is still there, the city cannot fall.

For this reason, the Shard is naturally a military base, heavily guarded. The best Sarkaz warriors guard it day and night, gritting their teeth and sucking blood, and the magicians are on high alert to prevent any mishaps.

Theresa herself is assured of the ceremony.

——But the light came silently.

Touched by the light, all life quickly disappears, the skin visibly dries up, and in the blink of an eye, it withers and turns into piles of bones.

It was as if morning and evening were cut apart.

"Is this the spell of the Pardoner?!"

"The one who knocks on the door, Quesatusta is back again?!!"

Suddenly, the military camp was in an uproar.

Unlike the title of the hero of Tracys Sarkaz, the Pardoner should basically be buried underground.

Quesatusta may have the great ambition to recover Kazdel, but he is more ambitious and conspiratorial. He has been hiding behind the scenes, but the doctor caught him and even revealed his underwear.

No wonder Kwisatusta hated Zhuang Ning so much.

No one expected that the Absolver would openly invade the Shard, and the warlock in charge of guarding it was panicked.

A hand was placed on the man's shoulder, and the voice was strong and generous: "Calm down, the pardoner may not be here in person, take me to the top floor."

The warlock looked up at the man, confirmed his identity as the general, nodded, and hurriedly opened the door.

There was no sign of invasion in the natural disaster control room, and the magician breathed a sigh of relief: "Sir, you are right, the pardoner is not so powerful that he can invade here."

The warlock complained more and more: "Quesatushta is still unwilling to give up. This time, Her Majesty Theresa will definitely catch him and tear him into pieces, right, General?!"

"Yes." The general nodded.

Then he drew his sword and cut off the head of the magician who was still in an excited state.

The general's sword strike was truly exquisite, reaching perfection, like a streaking lightning, with blood gushing out from the smooth cross-section, the color as red as paint.

Shaking the blood off his sword, the general sighed, "If Quesatusta is really caught, he will most likely be sentenced to death."

"Of course, the premise is that you can really capture Quesatusta."

The general's expression changed, as if it was melting, and finally solidified into a fluid, which was manipulated at will by a huge hand, outlining the magician's figure in the blink of an eye.

The Shapeshifter can also plunder the memories of the object he transforms, and he uses this method to dig deep into the information of the Shard.

"What a headache! It turns out that it's not that easy to start this thing."

The Shard is one of Kazdel's greatest deterrents, and the characteristic of deterrence is that it must never be used lightly.

Therefore, to activate the Shard, not only does it need to be charged, but it also requires Theresa's permission.

This bit of information was dug out by the shapeshifter as he arrived, his hands tapping away at the keys frantically.

The Shapeshifter did not intend to fully activate the Shard. What he wanted was a natural disaster that could shake the current order in Kazdel.

This is the sign of Quesatusta's return. The "former demon king" uses this method to show off his return!

The disaster control device dissipated the light, and a huge disaster cloud swept across.

The storm is coming.

……

……

same moment.

As if sensing the storm, the dead souls immediately received the signal.

--disappear.

The dead soul knew that it was Zhuang Ning who deliberately indulged in this conspiracy, and this person had already learned the whole plan from him.

If he wanted to stop it, he had thousands of ways to do it, but Zhuang Ning chose to let it go.

Forget it, so what?

That damn guy didn't take the Sarkaz seriously at all. Such hatred surged in the dead soul's heart, and he wished he could tear Zhuang Ning into pieces.

But as soon as the thought came to its mind, a black shadow appeared behind it.

A dead soul is a spiritual being. Theoretically, no life can hide from its perception. However, not only was it unable to fully perceive that person, but its inner thoughts were also revealed.

"Are you cursing me in your heart again? Are you done yet?"

"I--"

The dead soul was about to speak.

Then, a sharp sword light burst out, tearing the silent sky.

The sword cut through the will of the dead souls, and truly conveyed the rage of the sword's owner.

"You are weak at hypnosis, poor at bending over, loose in your movements, and slow in your reactions. And yet you still dare to slander me behind my back?"

Zhuang Ning stepped on the still-powerful dead soul and said, "I think you should be more ambitious."

Perhaps it was a habit, Zhuang Ning was extremely cruel to his enemies.

"You're just going to watch the calamity clouds form?" the dead soul roared.

"What do you know?" Zhuang Ning sneered, sheathed his sword, and even took out some popcorn, acting like an audience member.

"How can you highlight your brutality if you don't kill some people?"

"Besides, I have predicted that the number of deaths this time will not be too large. It is within a completely acceptable range, and your white-horned demon king does not want to make a big deal out of it."

Finally, he gave the dead soul a fierce kick, then turned around leisurely and said softly, "But this is the incident you caused, but it's hard to say whether you can control it."

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……

The calamity cloud swept past.

With a sound that made one's teeth ache, huge Originium condensed and fell into the building, bursting into huge crystals.

It was as if the gun was about to cut the ground apart.

This is not a large scale, only at the level of a dirty bomb, and it is not a natural disaster at all.

But this was only a small first wave, and the thick clouds did not dissipate.

Palace, balcony.

The evening breeze blew gently, and Theresa saw a dark cloud.

There was an extra pair of hands behind her, resting on her shoulders, and a special light lingered on the hands, like the flowing light of dusk and dawn.

It symbolizes both rebirth and sunset, and is also the magic of "Pardoner" that Zhuang Ning has been studying recently.

It can be seen that the effect is good. Surrounded by the light, Theresa's face showed a silent intoxication.

"how?"

"What do you want to ask?"

"Watch the disaster cloud fall." Zhuang Ning said quietly.

Theresa turned her head and looked at the man, his black clothes fluttering in the wind.

As expected of a benevolent monarch, there was sympathy in his eyes: "It's sad."

She didn't say much, but just this expression caused strong emotions to surge towards Zhuang Ning like a tide.

This was the power left by the Demon King, the power of empathy. The flames illuminated Theresa's face, and she begged.

Zhuang Ning waved his hand and coldly brushed away Theresa's heavy and depressed mood, like sweeping away dust.

"Are you grieving for the Sarkaz who opposed you?"

He deliberately threw the demons who opposed Theresa into the marginal area.

Ever since Zhuang Ning took control of Theresa, their interests have been closely linked.

When it comes to eradicating dissidents, it is always easier to eliminate them physically than to destroy them mentally or gain their reputation.

So when Zhuang Ning heard that the pardon master was going to do this, he not only did not stop him, but even added fuel to the fire.

There may be innocent people among them, but how many innocent people have died at the hands of Zhuang Ning so far?

Those deaths turned into numbers and became part of the tiny dust.

Zhuang Ning took out the red wine, poured himself a glass, hesitated slightly, and finally poured a glass for Theresa.

The natural disaster finally showed signs of receding, but this did not mean it had stopped; instead, it had become even worse.

As if brewing, the darkness above became deeper and deeper.

Tears dripped down Theresa's face. Tragedy, tragedy, death... She had experienced too much, and all the sorrow almost weighed down her shoulders.

Looking at the falling tears, Zhuang Ning suddenly became a little curious.

This was definitely not the first time he saw Theresa cry, but——

"Have you ever cried for me?" Zhuang Ning asked.

His question was light-hearted, but his eyes were sharper.

Theresa was stunned for a moment, her lips trembling, but she shook her head helplessly.

"Why?" Zhuang Ning stroked his chin.

“Because you are strong…” Theresa said.

Because he is strong.

Her tears will probably only be shed for injustices, but the strong will overcome all difficulties.

This answer was too straightforward. Theresa felt uneasy. She absolutely could not lie to Zhuang Ning at this moment.

Will he be angry?

Zhuang Ning lowered his head, chewing over these words, his face buried in the shadows, thinking, and remained silent for a long time.