Chapter 20 The Rayne Who Triggered a Great War <TOC> Chapter 22 The City of Destruction
Translator: SumTLMan
The secret talks for cooperation between [White Wolf] Barzel and Ymir, the Grand Princess of Omagh, had originally reached a tentative preliminary agreement.
As for the minor incident on the second floor of the tavern, it failed to draw the eyes of these two big shots.
But nobody expected that the poison gas bomb hidden on Rayne’s body would suddenly detonate.
Although this level of toxin wasn’t much of a threat to top experts like them who had unlocked five orders of genetic locks.
However, this explosion set off a chain of reactions.
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Outside the building, several Omagh Royal Palace Guards’ leaders waited for a signal to begin their ambush and were naturally the first ones to discover the sudden and unusual explosion in the “Hyacinth Tavern”.
According to their intelligence, only the Grand Princess and Barzel were conducting secret talks with each other in the tavern…
They couldn’t help but imagine that this strange explosion must mean some kind of unknown change has taken place.
Although they had yet to see the signal to strike, they decided to begin the operation immediately.
In the next instant, several lurking masters burst out with their full auras and rapidly advanced to the location.
For a subhuman “werewolf”, a magical human subspecies with an uncanny perception of danger, this movement was like a sudden burst of sunlight in the dark of night, almost blinding his eyes.
…….
Isn’t there something wrong with his head if he still didn’t understand the situation and wondered why the auras of so many top masters had suddenly appeared?
[White Wolf] Barzel felt that if he gave any more opportunities for an explanation, he’d turn into a basket case!
Therefore, he decided to make the first move.
His werewolf senses allowed him to detect the movement outside earlier than Ymir. During a time when Ymir was utterly unprepared, he sprang into action, transforming into a werewolf and ambushing the Grand Princess of the Omagh Empire.
That was at least what Rayne had witnessed when the tavern was blown in half by the powerful explosion.
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“Are the top powerhouses in this world who have unlocked the fifth-order genetic lock, as terrifying as this…”
Looking at the expanding ruins in front of him, Rayne’s eyelids twitched violently.
The power behind this strike alone was as mighty as a single rocket launcher blast from his past life.
Naturally, Rayne hadn’t expected to meet [White Wolf] Barzel, the leader of the “White Wolf Bandits”, the man at the upper limit of the bandit profession, in the very tavern where Pythius had intended to murder him.
By coincidence, it seems that he was somehow involved in some big event…
Sure enough, his luck is as bad as ever after transmigrating.
Rayne spat curses in his mind with an expression of utter despair on his face.
As he thought about it carefully, wasn’t this man and woman the suspicious guests in the corner of the tavern?
But at the same time, he was also curious, if this mighty silver werewolf was Barzel, then who was that injured woman?
If she had somehow survived the blow, she must be a top powerhouse fighter too.
Rayne didn’t have to wait to have his guess answered.
Soon, the woman’s identity was revealed.
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In the blink of an eye after the explosion, only a few swishing sounds from wind-breaking and a flash of light could be seen.
Rayne watched as several more people appeared in the street near the tavern in another blink of an eye.
A knight with a massive sword wearing heavy armour, an old man wearing black robes while carrying a staff, a cloaked man with a hood that was covering his face, and a “handsome” young man surrounded by several guards.
It wasn’t that Rayne knew who the young man was, but because his outfit was so striking that it wasn’t difficult to guess that this man’s identity must be very noble.
The young man had dashing blond hair, blue pupils, sword-like eyebrows, and a half-face gas mask made of pure gold. He wore high leather boots with exquisite workmanship, a black dress with aristocratic style, and a double row of pure gold buttons on his chest, all engraved with a golden gryphon…
It wasn’t difficult to guess the young man’s identity at all. Of those who were qualified to have the exclusive coat of arms of the Spoglin Royal Family engraved on their buttons…
“Is he a member of the Omagh Royalty?”
Rayne saw the young blond man’s attire and guessed the comer’s identity, but in an instant, his brow furrowed.
He wouldn’t have been surprised at encountering these people anywhere else.
But he had unexpectedly run into this bunch at the “Black Market Fair”, where many rampant bandits had gathered?
Did he become a sheep that entered a tiger’s den?
Even though these guys who just arrived look like big shots, it doesn’t necessarily mean that they can walk into a bandit’s stronghold and run rampant!
…….
And it’s clear that [White Wolf] Barzel feels the same way.
Can this silver werewolf’s temper tolerate being plotted against in his own territory?
“Heme, you old man, you actually came all this way for me? I thought you were going to die of old age in the Omagh Royal Capital…”
Barzel saw the old man with the staff, and a glint of seriousness flashed across the werewolf’s eyes.
After all, this [King of Hell] Heme Zachariah, who was famed as one of the “Ten Legendary Demon Hunters” along with himself, is one of the top masters in the field of elemental mages.
“Barzel, it’s been ten years since we last met. It seems your temper hasn’t changed at all… You werewolves have an enviable gift of longevity.”
Heme’s magic aura was so strong that from a distance, his black mage’s robe looked like black flames coming straight from hell, giving him a scorching, destructive feeling from afar.
Barzel laughed coldly and asked in a deep voice: “What, you didn’t win ten years ago, and you still want to try fighting me today?”
Upon hearing this, the Royal Court’s great mage shook his head and calmly responded: “His Royal Highness the Grand Prince is coming to quell the bandits. So, I, as his teacher, must naturally do my small part, even if I have to give up these old bones.”
“Haa?”
Barzel gave a cold snort as if he had heard the most ridiculous thing in the world.
He then glanced at the young man wearing the golden gas mask and said in a deliberate tone of exaggeration: “Oh, look who I see here, Quentin Spoglin, the Grand Prince of Omagh who has graced us with his presence. Should I, Barzel, be honoured by your visit?”
In the face of absolute power, nobility doesn’t make Barzel take a second glance.
After hearing his contemptuous tone, the Grand Prince didn’t speak. The arrogant look in the Grand Prince’s eyes made him feel as if it was an insult to talk to a lowly bandit such as himself.
The atmosphere became a little awkward for a moment.
Then in the moment after, the black-robed man beside Quentin stepped forward and laughed lightly: “Lord Barzel, there’s no need to delay. Your subordinates won’t be able to save you even if they come.”
“Who are you, haa?”
Barzel coldly laughed unconcernedly at being told of his intentions.
On the contrary, the silver werewolf’s face showed a look of mockery as he glanced at the others: “Do you really think you’ve got me beaten? Do you really think that my ‘White Wolf Regiment’ and these hundreds of thousands of brothers are just for show?”
It wasn’t that he was arrogant, but that this was the facts.
Even if the men on the other side of the board were all top-ranking members of the Omagh Royal Court, it would be impossible for them to kill him, at least for a while.
But if it came down to it, would his brothers in the “White Wolf Regiment” stand idly by and do nothing?
Do they really think that these 100,000-odd vicious bandits are made of clay?
“Yes… Lord Barzel, the reason why I’m talking to you so much is that we probably have the same idea. We’re actually waiting for your subordinates to come and support you…”
The black-robed man shrugged nonchalantly, with no hidden meaning behind his words.
Then, in the breeziest of tones, he uttered the most overbearing words.
“After all, my original intention was to kill you all… All of the bandits gathered here today!”
“What?!”
Upon hearing this, Barzel’s pupils shrank instantly, vaguely sensing that something was wrong.
He looked around… Could it be that the Omagh’s Royal Legion was coming around in full force to encircle and suppress us? Not right… We had chosen this spot on the shores of Storm Lake for this very reason, and even if they had such a large army, it was impossible to surround all of us with so much open terrain.
This guy… Where is the confidence in his words coming from?
His silver pupils stared at the black-robed man who had just “talked big” and asked cautiously: “Who are you?”
The black-robed man’s hood always covered half of his face, and only the corners of his mouth, which were slightly raised, were visible. With a hint of evil, he said: “I, Clemens F. Metternich, am only a humble aide not worthy of mention under His Royal Highness, The Grand Prince Quentin…”
Chapter 20 The Rayne Who Triggered a Great War <TOC> Chapter 22 The City of Destruction