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Its power has always been a mystery. Blacklett has currently contacted the sixth, eighth, ninth, and fourteenth seats among the top seats of the Hermit Order.

The eighth and ninth seats were killed, the whereabouts of the sixth seat was unknown, and the fourteenth seat was always defeated by Blacklett.

Such an organization, even if it underestimates the enemy and loses experience, is not so fragile.

The one targeting Blacklet now is the king of the thirteenth seat. He has already defeated the sixth and eighth seats in stage seven. The king of stage six (Lambda) is not very impressive. The only thing to say about the king's strength lies in power.

Use the king's power to order other lords and nobles to launch a siege on Helet, Leah, Weilin and the Holy Church.

War is the most threatening force to the king.

However, it now seems that the individual strength of the nobles is extremely weak. Two of the lords and dukes of the King's envoys, who claimed to possess stage seven magic power, were killed in just five minutes of meeting, and the remaining three surrendered.

Such a weak lineup is completely vulnerable. Does this mean that the Hermit Society is only this strong? Of course, that is impossible.

Even the Templar Church took an extremely cautious attitude towards the Hermitage. Where the Hermitage was active, the Templar Church chose to retreat completely or transfer most of the Templar Knights.

Blacklett had long realized that the Hermits had not used their true power.

Now, he saw the true cornerstone of the Hermit Order, the fifth seat among the top five seats of the Hermit Order, the "Green Knight" Zaruul.

It just made Helete a little confused, this Zaruer was kind of handsome.

To be precise, Zaruer does not seem to fit the evil image of a senior cadre in a villain organization.

Although there are a group of insects, flies and monsters flying around him, the image of Zaruul himself is easy to make people like him, and he has a very aristocratic demeanor.

"Why are you called the Green Knight? Knight? What do you Hermits do? The fifth seat is actually a knight?"

Blacklett asked his question seemingly innocently, but it was a normal doubt.

Up to now, Blacklet only knew that the Hermit Order had been searching for the "Holy Grail", and that the leaders of the Hermit Order had been constantly increasing their own strength, targeting the Templar Church, or creating wars.

At this point, Helett was unaware of the purpose and objectives of the Hermit Order.

"Hahahahahahahahahaha, what an interesting person, you actually care about this kind of thing? Oh sorry, I'm not making fun of you, I just think you're a very interesting person, but if you're really interested in us, how about joining the Hermit Club?"

Zaruer was a little surprised to hear this question. He looked at Heilet in surprise and couldn't help laughing.

As for his invitation, Heilite naturally would not take it seriously.

"Forget it. I am also a family man. I have to consider not only myself but also my wives."

The mere existence of Heatherly made it impossible for Blacklett to join the Hermit Order.

The hostile relationship between the Holy Church and the Hermit Order is irreconcilable, otherwise the Eighth Seat of the Hermit Order would not have targeted the reincarnated Heatherly who wanted to assassinate the Goddess of the Holy Seal.

Besides, the Hermits would control the king and the nobles, and Helet would not have any unrealistic expectations of others and lay down his weapons in the hope of receiving mercy and compassion from others.

"That's a pity. If I have the chance in the future, I would like to tell you the story of our 'Four Horsemen' and the Chief."

Zaruer spread his hands and shrugged his shoulders. When he put his hands down, his eyes changed from lazy to as sharp as a knight's sword.

"But now, let me test your strength."

"The Chief asked me to test your strength and also to collect some magic power. I hope you won't be so vulnerable."

"I had hoped that these nobles would at least replace one of you, so that we could collect more mana, but now it seems that there is no other way, so I have to do it myself."

After saying this, Zaruel revealed the strange command seal on the back of his hand.

It was a goat, or more precisely, a lamb-shaped Command Seal, a magical Command Seal that looked like a living thing.

If it were just a lamb, it might look cute, but this lamb has seven eyes all over its body. There are four eyes side by side on its small face, one eye on its curled-up abdomen, and one eye on each side of its body that takes up most of its body.

Three of these strange eyes have now opened, and one can see the strange pupils in the open eyes. Staring into those pupils for a few seconds will make people feel uncomfortable.

The seven-eyed goat command spell glanced at the three lords and dukes in front of it, and then it kept staring at Blacklet.

However, Zaruel's words just now could not be ignored by the three lords and dukes.

"What fifth seat of the Hermit Order? Haven't you been assisting us? Have you forgotten that we are the king's advisors, we are the dukes! Zaruer, you were just a servant who cooked and drove for us before!"

After suffering a series of attacks and threats from Blacklet, and now being condescendingly described as waste by his servant Zaruul, Duke Grima, who weighed 300 pounds, was now sitting in a wheelchair, breathing rapidly and shouting loudly.

"That's right. We are lords and dukes. We own territories and power. We have always been helping the king. You, the Hermits, have also received our support. Do you want to burn your bridges now? You can't do that!"

The fearful Duchess Seamos obviously valued her life and status more. She knelt down skillfully and hugged Zaruer's thighs, trying to beg for mercy.

"The meaning of our lives is higher than death. I have buried many treasures and magical seals. I can tell you that they are definitely treasures that you can't imagine!"

After taking a look at the timid Duke Grima and the humbly begging Duchess Seamus, the gold-toothed Duke Nichols seemed more rational and proposed a deal.

Faced with the reactions of the three lords and dukes in front of him, Zaruer looked at them as if he were looking at food.

"Your fate has been determined from the beginning. The seats at the 'Awakening House' are to raise you like pigs and fatten you up until the time is right to be slaughtered. That time is now."

Being raised like pigs, these words made the lords and dukes change color drastically.

They knew exactly what they were eating at the feast at the House of Awakening, but it enhanced the magic.

Just eating can enhance magic power, but I didn’t expect that I would also be a dish on the “House of Awakening”?

Chapter 209 Plague Zaruul

"Get started! Flame vortex!"

"Dark Serpent!"

"Ice Hell!"

At this moment, the three lords and dukes tried their best to release the few sixth-level magic they knew.

They knew very well what they were eating at the "Home of Awakening", and naturally did not want to become a dish on the plate.

At this moment, if the three lords and dukes wanted to fight for a chance to survive, they could only kill Zaruer in front of them.

"Wait, you misunderstood, that's not what I meant."

Zaruul looked at the lords and dukes who were desperately casting magic at him. He wanted to explain, but the three of them no longer wanted to listen.

Seeing that Zaruul actually said "wait", the three lords and dukes worked even harder to output their magic power.

However, they soon saw that their magic was dissipated as they were surrounded by a group of small insects and flies.

"Okay everyone, are you calm now?"

"You misunderstood what I meant just now. When I said I would raise you like pigs, I didn't mean simply killing you and serving you on the table."

"You should know that the activities of the 'Awakening House' are limited to providing services to nobles like you. Although you are indeed the equivalent of pigs we raise, we will not eat your meat."

Zaruer's words gave the three lords and dukes a glimmer of hope again. It turned out that they would not become a dish on the plate.

But Zaruer didn't finish his words.

"All we want is magic power and your bloodline. After all, you are nobles and have bloodlines different from ordinary Muggles. You do have some magical talent."

Looking down at the three lords and dukes in front of him, Zaruer clapped his hands.

The Command Spell of the seven-eyed lamb on Zaruel's head suddenly widened the three eyes that were already open. In an instant, the faces of the three lords and dukes changed, and they covered their heads at the same time.

The magic command spell that was about to be activated again was interrupted, and the lords and dukes struggled on the ground in pain.

"My head... hurts! It hurts so much! Heal, heal with magic!"

"Healing Bell, Bell! Damn it! The healing magic doesn't work! Za, Zaruel, is there something wrong with the food you gave us?!"

"Quick, kill him! You guys, hurry up and kill Zaruer, or you will be killed too!"

The lords and dukes who fell to the ground groaning in pain left the other servants and nobles present at a loss as what was happening before their eyes was happening too fast.

First, Blacklet attacked and killed Duke Christian and Duke Mandela, and then the airship pilot Zaruer became the enemy?

They just wanted to travel with the lords and dukes, hoping to show off and enjoy a glorious journey as subordinates of the king's envoys.

But what happened before their eyes shattered their fantasy. Faced with the orders of the lords and dukes, most of the servants and nobles chose to obey because their masters were these lords and dukes.

What is Zaruur? Zaruur is just an airship pilot, just a driver.

"Big flame!"

"Hand of Darkness!"

"Rain of icicles."

"Tearing Wind!"

"..."

Dense magic rushed towards Zaruer and was about to drown him.

But the small insects and flies surrounding Zaruer once again absorbed all the magic. Under Zaruer's cold and indifferent gaze, the small insects and flies swarmed towards the servants and nobles.

Faced with these small insects and flies that were able to absorb magic power, the nobles and servants suddenly panicked. Their magic could not cause any harm to these insects and flies, but instead fed these insect monsters.

The small insects, flies and monsters crawled into their mouths, noses, ears and even eyes.

The nobles and servants whose bodies were invaded by the small insects and flies monsters soon could not stand. They fell to the ground and began to cry and dig at their throats and eyes, their whole bodies gradually starting to twitch violently.

After a while, these nobles and servants could no longer move and could only kneel on the ground and vomit.

At this time, what they vomited out of their mouths was not what they had just eaten.

Instead, it was insect eggs, which were spit out one by one from their mouths.

These small insect eggs were soon hatched, and the newly born insects and flies exuded the smell of plague and flew around in filth and struggle.

In just a moment, the bodies of the nobles and servants became shriveled and they could no longer spit out anything.

With green spots appearing all over their bodies, they fell to the ground, struggling in pain, tearing their throats, and finally stopped moving.

The lords and dukes lay on the ground and watched the scene helplessly. They certainly did not want to save these nobles or servants, but they could not escape.

They were being watched by the eyes of the lamb with the Command Spell above Zaruel's head. At this moment, they could feel that all the magic power in their bodies was being quickly drained. The strange seven-eyed lamb was absorbing and draining their magic power.

The magic power of stage seven was continuously injected into the Command Spell of the Lamb, until the Command Spell of the Lamb slowly opened its fourth eye.

"puff……"

The moment the strange lamb above Zaruul's head opened its fourth eye, the lords and dukes vomited blood.

The blood they spat out was now absorbed into the strange Lamb's Command Seal, followed by more magic power and blood.

The three lords and dukes could not hold on for long, and soon they lay pale and stiff on the deck. The Lamb Command glanced around, and immediately the blood and magic power of the nobles and servants lying on the ground were sucked away. Those servants and nobles who did not attack Zaruul did not escape the gaze of the strange lamb.

When there was no living person around except Zaruer.