People in Terra, governing a bizarre little country

Ya'er couldn't very well go to the toilet to ask for a change.

Does this make Jeragund seem petty? It's just a statue, a tiny thing, yet he has to perform miracles and personally modify this and that, dissatisfied with this and dissatisfied with that.

That's embarrassing!

Ya'er even felt a surge of despair.

In the end, He did not make a move against the burly figure in the Holy Records Hall.

Actus wasn't wrong; the fault actually lies with Himself. It's all because He was young and naive, and when He was creating His incarnation, He didn't think much of it, just threw it out and used it haphazardly. Who knew that someone would actually remember it!

I could just write it down and let it go; it's not like it's impossible for Sherag to have a situation like "the storeroom flooded and books lost," and I could help settle the accounts. But Manju Academy is built on a mountain; what kind of water could flood this place? The water that flooded Jinshan Temple?

He was diligent, and the Sherag people were cautious. The Manjusin Temple never had any major fires or other mishaps, so much so that over thousands of years, the book recording His original appearance was actually passed down and was found by Actos!

Now that the painting is finished, even if He were to kill Actus in a fit of rage, it wouldn't change anything, let alone the fact that He couldn't bring himself to harm his own child.

What's done is done, is this the end of it? My lifelong reputation!

No, no, there's still a chance!

He suddenly realized what was happening, took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and contacted Ernst, who was just about to go to sleep, sending him a message!

[Baby, you're furious! Return at once!]

Holy Son, save me!

After procrastinating for so long, the exams are finally almost over. Tomorrow is the last one, so I'm asking for leave tonight.

I can't say I passed all the exams I took recently, but I was definitely on the edge of my seat. I need to work harder, otherwise the pressure of starting school will be too much.

Goodnight, brothers.

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Chapter 238 Beast Lord Gawain is here, give me some face

"Oh, I seem to be sensing some interesting power."

A somewhat murky voice suddenly rang in her ears, and Mostima's expression faltered slightly. Her pupils shifted to the side, and she subconsciously turned her gaze to the black box wrapped in black cloth that she had placed beside her.

But the voice stopped Mostima's movements.

"No need to look over here, little girl. Just pretend you didn't hear what I was saying."

The murky voice spoke gently, like ripples spreading across a calm surface of water. The next second, Mostima noticed that the black box containing the lock and key began to emit a faint, eerie blue light.

Spell?

As the sealer of the lock and key, Mostima certainly knew the source of that voice.

That was the consciousness, or rather, a part of the consciousness, of a genuine behemoth sealed within these two staffs.

The behemoth known as the God of Time had no name, and its fall was a lost secret from ancient times. In that era, the inhabitants of the land did not yet have the habit of naming behemoths.

Hmm...maybe there were some? But they just didn't survive? After all, those "people" who knew the most about the behemoths at the time were either crushed to dust by the combined forces of the gods and the ancestors, or they were too arrogant to care about it at all, simply referring to these enormous creatures as "behemoths".

The giant beast within Mostima's staff has never died.

After suffering an attack powerful enough to destroy his own body, He very casually abandoned his battered body, freed his soul, and even performed a surgical dissection on himself, placing himself inside several objects and falling into a half-awake slumber. He would only wake up briefly when he encountered something that interested him.

Of course, this information was revealed by the awakened behemoth during its brief exchange with Mostima after the lock and key were handed to it. Was it stubbornly defiant despite being beaten, or was it truly as carefree and unrestrained as it claimed? Mostima didn't know, and dared not ask.

Mostima's identity as the behemoth's agent is also due to the powers granted to her by the Time Behemoth. Even after losing the right to use the Guardian Gun, she can still borrow the power of the Time Behemoth through locks and keys to unleash Originium Arts that can create ripples in the tide of time.

However, in Mostima's memory, the Time Beast was extremely indifferent to most things. Although the fact that it used a mortal object to seal the staff with locks and keys was really a bit ridiculous, it still stayed obediently in the sealed iron box. It rarely took the initiative to leak out its power and release some kind of spell like it did at this moment.

Mostima immediately tried to speak up to stop them, because there were not only her and Fiameta sitting in the limousine, but also Ernst and his group!

Ernst is another representative of the behemoths. Mostima isn't sure what the temperament of the behemoth behind Ernst, the one bearing the name [Yeragand], is like, but based on the current intelligence, Yeragand seems extremely protective of the Kjerag! What if a sudden attack by a Time Beast injures Ernst, triggering a great war between behemoths here...?

Mostima couldn't even imagine the scene—a battle between colossal beasts and gods wielding various powers—it was beyond the comprehension of ordinary mortals. Even Mostima, who usually prided himself on having seen it all, had to honestly admit, "I've never seen anything like this before," in the face of such a clash.

This isn't my area of ​​expertise! We need to talk to Da Yan about this; they were the ones who actually participated in the war between the giant beasts, even if they only played a supporting role.

But it was too late. The moment Mostima opened her lips, the blue light before her eyes had already brightened to a dazzling degree at an unimaginable speed.

The reverse of [Subjective Slow], [Subjective Speed ​​Up].

A brilliant light shone forth, and it seemed that in the next instant, a spell cast by the Time Beast itself would burst forth from the black box, spreading across both vehicles and causing some unknown consequences. But at that critical moment, a golden beast claw suddenly and steadily descended, pressing down on the black box.

In an instant, the black box, which had been emitting a bright blue light, returned to calm, as if nothing had happened, and sat quietly at an angle beside Mostima.

Mostima was startled, and after a slight sigh of relief, as if suddenly realizing something, she slowly raised her head and looked at the owner of the golden beast claw.

It was an elegant creature defying description in the language of the Terrans. Majestic and imposing, its body golden, its mane like the blazing sun high in the sky, its face clearly beastly, yet its eyes held an unusual humanity, gleaming with intelligence. It sat down on its hind legs, its forelegs slightly raised, resting on the black box containing the lock and key, its form resembling a seated Sargon with the body of a beast and the face of a human.

The Sargon statues were built in the image of the beastmen who followed the King of Kings, the King of Time and Calendar, the greatest Sha'aluga Sargus, in his conquests and ultimately disappeared in the scorching winds. Remnants of these statues still remain in a few places around Sargon.

The golden creature before them was more majestic and impressive than even the most magnificent beast-bodied human-faced statue.

"Don't worry, little girl, it's alright now."

The golden creature did not speak, but its voice already resonated in Mostima's mind.

Mostima also asked himself, "Who are you?"

The air seemed to fall silent, and Mostima received no reply from the golden creature.

It seems to have no desire to communicate? Is it only here to suppress the consciousness of the rampaging Time Beast?

Mostima had a sudden realization, and instead of looking at the mysterious golden creature that aroused so much curiosity, he turned his gaze to Ernst and Vina in the front seat of the vehicle.

She had noticed that neither the sudden outburst of the Time Beast's consciousness nor the abrupt appearance of the golden creature seemed to have attracted the attention of Ernst and the others. No, not only Ernst and the others, but even Fiameta, sitting right next to her, was completely unaware of the golden creature so close at hand.

It seemed to have concealed its form, making itself undetectable?

That's an amazing ability. Based on that alone, Mostima can be certain that this is also a mysterious being who can rival the "Beast".

But is it Jeragund?

Mostima pondered for a moment, but then denied the conjecture.

In the mythology of Kjerag, Jeragand is often depicted as a "woman," "mother," "mountain," "cloud," or "great stone," never as a golden beast. Although legends, as expressions of mortals' limited understanding of giant beasts, are bound to contain some inaccuracies, they still hold considerable reference value.

In other words, the one who took the initiative to protect the golden life of the people in the vehicle was another powerful being who was not Yeragand!

Mr. Ernst has a lot of cards up his sleeve.

Mostima sighed inwardly, finally feeling somewhat relieved.

She made the right choice coming here. It seems that Sherag is destined to be an incredibly exciting place.

..............

Gawain found it incredibly exciting!

From the moment Sherag and Yelagand greeted each other and said they would accompany Vina and Ernst on this trip to Lateran, it guessed that something was likely to go wrong.

At first, when it followed Ernst to the central garden of St. Marso and encountered Andorn, it thought that Ernst was going to get involved in the Lateran anti-fraud center and start a police chase.

As it turned out, Ernst did not. Not only did he not, he also used his phone to talk to Andorn about turning himself in at the Papal Palace.

Gao Wen thought to himself, "That's fine. At least nothing unexpected happened, and there wasn't any commotion. Everyone is safe, and it saves me trouble."

As a result, Ernst turned around and went into the Lateran underground.

What lies beneath Lateran may be unknown to others, but surely these beast lords know it too?

Many of the secret technologies of that lost pre-civilization are still in their hands!

Gawain pondered that since Ernst had been taken underground and seen that large computer, given his intelligence, he would most likely realize something, such as the relationship between Sarkaz and Sarkaz.

Ernst eventually gave up.

He couldn't program, hesitated once in front of a supercomputer, and chose to only touch upon the various secrets of Sarkaz, knowing what but not why.

This is actually a good thing. Gawain doesn't oppose this approach; on the contrary, he feels that this is what truly wise people should do.

Knowing about Sarkaz's relationship wouldn't benefit Ernst; instead, it would create enmity between him and the currently stable Sarkaz. Some leverage can make someone obedient, while other leverage can make someone want to get rid of them as soon as possible!

Although Ernst missed the opportunity to use the supercomputer because he didn't know how to operate it, it's somewhat of a pity. But thinking about it carefully, the computer is just there; it doesn't grow legs and run away. Whenever Ernst really needs to use it, there will naturally be other opportunities, so there's no need to be too regretful.

Gao Wen breathed a sigh of relief, feeling that this work trip should go smoothly and he was planning to spend three days and three nights sunbathing and sleeping on the roof of Manzhu Courtyard after returning to Shelag. Then he sensed an unusual energy fluctuation.

"Damn, is someone pulling another stunt? A shocking tail kill?"

These words flashed through Gawain's mind, and the next second, he was already inside the car. The Beast Lord's power could make ordinary people subconsciously ignore him. But it couldn't suppress the magic of the lock and key that held the consciousness of a Time Beast as a part of its being.

But the spell still stopped.

Because it reacted very quickly, uttering three sentences.

First: "Beast Lord Gawain is here, give me some face."

Secondly: "There is another darling of your kind on this vehicle. If you hurt him, you'd better think twice."

Thirdly: "Your kind can destroy your physical form, but I can deal with your soul. One treats the symptoms, the other the root cause; together, we can turn you into a specimen!"

He used his influence to save face, pulled in powerful backers, and made threats—all in one smooth motion!

Gazing at the black box that paused for a moment before decisively extinguishing its light, Gao Wen's heart, which had been hanging in suspense, slowly relaxed, and he smiled disdainfully.

You little brat, do you think I don't know what you're afraid of?

Gawain, the Beast Lord, is the old Victorian Lion Flag holder; that's what he does!

Chapter 239 I am Hedley, and I have many professions.

Hedley is a Sarkaz mercenary.

Mercenaries, to put it bluntly, are the kind of people who will do anything for money. As long as the money is right, he'd even be willing to confess his love to the Duke of Caesar.

But at this moment, as he stood atop the towering cliff, a hint of deep regret flickered in his eyes.

This story begins a month ago at the Iron Palace in Londinium.

"You, go and infiltrate Sherag."

Faced with the sudden assignment of a task from Chairman Theresis, Hedley's response was:

"Ah I?"

To be honest, this mission is quite torturous. The Regent himself went to Colombia and couldn't gain any advantage over Ernst, yet he's being asked to do espionage work as an ordinary Sarkaz mercenary? Isn't that asking too much?

But the reasons given by Therese were quite "convincing":

“Hedley, you’ve been with the Military Council for a while now. You have no background, but you’re capable, you’re smart, and most importantly, you’ve never exposed yourself. I won’t pursue your issues during the Civil War. Now, the Council has an opportunity for you to prove your loyalty. Go to Shelag and be its eyes.”

You idiot, Theresis!

Hadley was no ordinary man; he could easily discern the threatening undertone in Therese's words.

During the Kazdel civil war, the Sarkaz split into two factions: one supported General Theresis, who also served as chairman of the military council, and the other supported Princess Theresia, the orthodox Demon Lord. Most of the Sarkaz mercenaries who made their living from war defected to Theresis's camp.

Apart from his squad.

There were many reasons for this: Theresa's personal charisma, Babel's initial contact, and Hadley's own weariness of the war all contributed to this outcome. Their small squad also became a particularly noteworthy force on the Kazdel battlefield at that time.

This was originally just a matter of stance, and there was nothing wrong with it at all.

But why did Princess Theresa make a mistake that everyone makes?

She is dead.

Amidst the chaos within the Tower of Babel, the Doctor killed Theresa, and one side in the civil war crumbled from within. Rhodes Island, the main base of the Demon Lord faction, could only pay a heavy price and hastily fled Kazdel.

Now, Hedley's mercenary squad is in an awkward position.

With the help of his supporters and the power of the royal court, Theresis quickly unified the entire territory of Kazdel—which was actually just a city reduced to ruins. The first thing he did after officially assuming the position of regent was to settle scores.

Appeasement? Not a chance. The Sarkaz weren't buying it, and neither were Theresis. In his view, his victory was the best proof that the Sarkaz "feared power but not kindness."

Unfortunately, Theresa and the commander she trusted failed to realize this, and it wasn't until the end of the war that Theresa finally began to adopt tactics similar to Theresis's.

For those who initially disagreed with Theresis and sided with Theresa, this change became a betrayal, inspiring fear and suspicion.