The black sun hangs high

Chapter 404 A Satirical Scroll
The Sea God Society's residence wasn't too far from another defensive outpost within Watchtower City, so the Society members responsible for maintaining and protecting the Karron Mysteries quickly received reliable information from that outpost.

This includes a brief account of the attack and Baron Fiorento's heroic response to it.

After receiving this reliable information, the members of the Sea God Society completely put aside their last doubts. After treating the Baron's injuries, they immediately took him to the second floor of the Society's mansion and led him into Ms. Chiara's room.

Yes, Ms. Chiara's room.

Like other societies, the Poseidon Society outwardly respects the internal rules and arrangements of the Black Sun Society. According to regulations, the society is not allowed to set up and use communication devices without authorization. However, given that daily communication and message transmission are still important, the society usually turns a blind eye to these situations.

Just like the occult device that Chiara placed in her room, it has a certain personal and private nature, so even if she is questioned, she can make a corresponding explanation.

After some fiddling, the old-fashioned mechanic quickly came into operation, and Baron Fiorlando slowly sat down amidst the magical glow emanating from it.

Hughes did not personally use the occult to send the message; instead, he chose to verbally convey the message and instructions, and have other sorcerers from the academy relay them on his behalf.

He was anxious, yet also at peace.

Every message and every instruction was clearly heard by those present, and these orders issued to various outposts within Watchtower City and the Sharp-Beaked Owls further demonstrated the extraordinary nature of this emergency.

Several members of the Poseidon Society responsible for relaying orders to Baron Fiorlando noticed that with each order, the Baron would sternly demand or command the officers of the Sharp-Beaked Owls to "remain clear-headed," "understand their duties," and "fulfill their true mission."

Although they didn't quite understand why the Baron insisted on using such "empty words" when issuing orders, there was nothing wrong with this kind of rhetoric. Moreover, the Baron's other instructions were very clear, and they didn't need to embellish or modify them at all; they could just convey them in this blunt way.

As orders were issued, the interior of Watchtower became increasingly "lively".

Although the mages in Watchtower City quickly adjusted the protective range of the city's defense ritual after the two rounds of sudden artillery bombardment, successfully blocking subsequent bombardments, the attack that occurred in Watchtower City was no small matter, just as the Baron had predicted. Dense gunfire and explosions began to come from different directions of the city. Clearly, the Sharp-Beaked Owl Battalion, which was responsible for internal security and defense, had begun a fierce firefight with the enemy.

Soon, Hughes had given all his instructions, and he breathed a sigh of relief and slowly stood up from his chair.

"Thank you very much for your assistance. Okay, that's all for now."

Upon hearing this, several members of the Sea God Society who were operating the communication device stopped what they were doing. They looked at Hugh with confusion and bewilderment. Based on their past experience and understanding, a qualified commander should stay by the device at this moment and continuously direct and guide his subordinates. Moreover, the command system in Watchtower City was in a state of chaos and it was a time when accurate instructions were urgently needed.

A member of the Sea God Society was about to ask a question, but before he could speak, Hugh's hand had already been raised, and several pitch-black tentacles of Kalron swept out from unexpected angles and directions from these mages. Before they could even scream, their bodies were pierced through by these deadly tentacles.

Several muffled thuds were heard, and as the Touch of Karron slowly withdrew, these bodies fell heavily to the ground.

Even as their consciousness faded, these mages from the Sea God Society were unable to comprehend what had just transpired.

They were destined never to understand why their enemies were able to successfully evade the detection of the Karron Mystic Art, nor were they destined to comprehend why such a rich divine blessing existed within the black tentacles used by their adversaries.

Gunfire and explosions continue in Watchtower.

However, that was not the sound made by the soldiers of the Sharp-Beaked Owl Camp when they fought the so-called infiltrators.

The series of so-called instructions that Hugh issued through the Sea God Society's communication device were actually "hints" to all the officers of the Sharp-Beaked Owl Battalion in the city.

Stimulated by these "hints," the "seeds" that Hugh had planted in the minds of these officers during the previous Black Sun Society gathering suddenly burst forth.

The repression and discontent accumulated in their minds chemically generated intense hostility towards the Black Sun Society and the current Saint Steel royal family, which in turn escalated into concrete confrontational behavior.

"..."

Amidst the clamor, Hugh stepped over the corpses on the ground and couldn't help but let out a long sigh.

He knew very well that the impact and influence that these officers and soldiers of the Sharp-Beaked Owl Battalion could bring were very limited, and they probably wouldn't be able to truly shake the Black Sun Society's foundation here.

"What? You're not still feeling sorry for those guys, are you?"

Theseus's voice drifted over slowly: "In the end, they're just a bunch of mercenaries who can only fight when things are going well. Their skill level is neither high nor low... Besides, someone always has to bleed, right?"

Why have you become so preachy?

Hughes frowned. "I just feel a little sorry; they could have played a much greater role."

Theseus scoffed mercilessly: "Come on, don't you even look at the hints they ultimately accepted... dissatisfaction with their treatment, fear of the Black Sun Society, and even a thirst for power and status."

He chuckled coldly twice: "It's not that I'm being extreme, but if you ask me, these kinds of people are at best slightly better 'fill-in-the-blank' types. It's already the best outcome that they can be of any use here!"

"Okay, you win."

Hugh shook his head helplessly, then raised his hand and snapped his fingers lightly. A massive amount of dark abyssal magic was immediately applied to the communication device.

In an instant, the old-fashioned magic instrument reached its limit due to the excessive burden it had been subjected to. As Hugh applied further pressure, the neat and precise magical structure and lines immediately began to break and collapse.

Amidst the violent tremors of the magical lines, a buzzing sound arose from nothing, growing louder and louder, from low to piercing... Finally, at the moment the ritual completely shattered, a terrifying sound wave swept out in all directions, cruelly impacting the eardrums of ordinary people and the delicate magical perception of spellcasters.

Amidst the violent tremors, Hugh kicked open the tightly closed door and saw two Society guards groaning and clutching their heads and ears. He immediately raised his cane and slammed it down hard.

Immediately afterwards, under the influence of the Karron Mystic Art, the tentacles that once belonged to the Lord of the Ocean surged forth with the support of magic. Like a black tide, they rushed forward along the corridors of the mansion, tearing apart everything in their path.

Kia, who had already left Watch City, could never have imagined that the gathering place of the followers of Calron would one day be bloodied by the tentacles of the sea god.

Faced with these targets ravaged by magic, Hugh's killing became incredibly efficient. In just a few minutes, all the members of the academy's mansion perished amidst those frenzied and deadly black tentacles.

During this process, a very few mages instinctively tried to retaliate, but they soon discovered with despair that their magic was utterly ineffective against the tentacles. Instead, they were devoured and consumed like food. In the end, the executioner, still bearing the face of Baron Fiorlando, walked out of the mansion amidst flowing blood. The black tentacles swaying behind him transformed into swords of varying lengths, piercing the remaining figures one after another.

The deep shadows swayed gently, leaving the still-bleeding bodies beside the mystical sculpture of the Lord of the Ocean.

Hughes could faintly sense the slight tremor emanating from the Touch of Karron.

Those "prey" abandoned by it beside the cryptic sculptures were actually simple "offerings" offered by this child, who had completely distanced himself from his own god, to that strange creator.

Even now, the occult ritual of Calron was still operating steadily, its psychedelic colors, symbolizing life, gently scattering across everything around it, enveloping the killer and the bloodstains on the ground.

This situation is somewhat ironic.

…………

Kezlov's face was now as gloomy as a handful of dirty mud.

Although the unrest in Watchtower was subsiding rapidly due to the relentless attacks by the Azhar birds and Society members, the sound of artillery fire could still be heard from afar.

His opponent was very clever, and his plan was very meticulous. Everything was as neat as a magic formula that had been rigorously calculated and deduced.

After launching two rounds of powerful and precise artillery bombardment against key targets within Watchtower, the artillery positions immediately changed their targets—they stopped focusing their attacks on Watchtower and instead fired shells at other targets in the surrounding area.

In an instant, many locations outside the large-scale city defense ceremony suffered extremely serious damage. The people in these strongholds, outposts and even military camps never imagined that one day they would be attacked by friendly forces from the rear!
As Kezlov began trying to figure out the specifics, two shocking pieces of news came his way.

"The shelling started from behind the defensive line; it came from the Yanhu Mine!"

"A mutiny has broken out in the Sharp-Beaked Owl Battalion. A large number of officers led their subordinates to shoot their comrades and attack other buildings and strongholds in the city!"

Thus, Krzlov easily arrived at an answer that puzzled and angered him.

The organizer of this anomaly and turmoil was none other than Baron Feorlando, whom he had "entrusted with an important task"!

Or perhaps, there's no such thing as a Fiorlando at all; the one who's been jumping around under his nose all along is none other than Hugh Ernst himself!

The answer itself was more unsettling to Kizlov than the current chaos.

At this moment, bound by the ritual, the three enormous Atmir eagles had already flown out of the city. After seeing their uncontrollability, Kezlov decided to let them vent their exaggerated hunting impulses in that damned mine.

"Stop all the original plans, strengthen the defenses, and don't make any mistakes... Destroy that mine completely, we don't need any survivors, keep an eye on those Moonlings, and don't let them cause too much trouble."

With a somber sigh, Kezlov gave the order to Tatiana, who was trembling slightly beside him.

Tatiana nodded quickly in agreement. After a two-second silence, she finally gritted her teeth and asked, "About...about that traitor..."

"Just do your job, Tatiana!"

Kezlov snapped at him in a low voice, "Prove your loyalty to the society, prove to me that you are not an accomplice of that traitor!"

"Yes, sir, yes!"

Tatiana's body trembled violently. She took two deep breaths to regain her composure, then gritted her teeth and hurried off in another direction.

However, before Tatiana could take a few steps, a sudden and abrupt magical tremor erupted from the other end of the square.

A particularly loud gunshot rang out, shaking the entire square.

Within the ritual field emanating from the Black Sun Ritual, a jet-black light, symbolizing death, shot forth. The magic it contained was so exaggerated that it created a clearly visible path within the ritual field!

Time seems to stand still at this moment.

As an elite mage within the Black Sun Society, Tatiana made the most correct response at this moment.

Several different protective spells were instantly constructed through her efforts. Under her deliberate manipulation, these still unstable spells were stacked like shields in the direction of the attack.

And so, a magical collision occurred.

The Death Breath bullet, which left a dark path in the air, exploded into a terrifying cloud of suffocation the moment it hit the obstacle. The different types of magic repelled each other, eventually causing a small-scale magic explosion. The violent impact sent Tatiana flying and swallowed several Society members who were unable to react in time.

Amidst the gazes of countless people, a figure slowly approached, leaning on a cane. In his right hand, he held a captured double-barreled crystal gun that was constantly emitting smoke and dust.

"boom!!"

As if completely unconcerned about his own situation, the young figure suddenly raised his weapon and pulled the trigger in the direction where the crowd was densest.

His voice drifted through the dim light and shadow created by the breath of death.

"Mr. Kezlov, it's been a long time!"

He swung the crystal gun in his hand forcefully, and with a crisp sound, a huge amount of magical smoke was released from the crystal gun.

Do you like my gift?

(End of this chapter)