They all call me an Outer God.

Yes, that's it! That's it!

The mentor's insane words echoed in people's minds. In an instant, it seemed as if countless tentacles were churning in their brains, causing blood to flow from their eyes and noses.

You'd better pray that you completely destroy me, otherwise, if I have even the slightest chance, I will make you experience what it means to wish for death but not be able to live, and to wish for death but not be able to die so easily—

With the final attack, the angel's phantom had long since vanished without a trace.

Now, Sphinx touched his face and saw nothing but crimson.

The nobleman and his guards, who had little experience in dealing with such situations, were already convulsing on the ground, their eyes wide open, their faces covered in blood, and they kept grinning foolishly.

"Heh...hehehe...hehe."

Upon seeing this, someone immediately slapped the leading nobleman twice, and he stopped laughing foolishly and began to weep bitterly, but the snot and tears that should have appeared were replaced by blood.

"You have all seen the remaining supernatural pollution in the mentor himself. Even though there is glass made of special materials to block the pollution, it can still destroy a person's spirit like this."

"And all of this was because He made contact with the Key to the Outer Gods back then. Once those beings awaken, our civilization will be utterly vulnerable in their presence."

Sphinx ordered his men to remove the contamination with a mysterious artifact, otherwise it would be troublesome if the nobleman suddenly died here.

Everyone in the association has received systematic training and is familiar with all the subsequent procedures.

Soon, with the help of the mysterious object, the man stopped laughing and crying. He opened his eyes and, after a long pause, the first thing he did upon regaining consciousness was to point in Ivand's direction with a ferocious expression: "Kill Him! Kill Him now!"

"You actually kept this kind of thing? This thing should never be kept!"

Sphinx: "Calm down, sir. The containment object is no longer a threat."

"I don't care whether something is a threat or not. I'm starting to doubt your motives for holding all kinds of contained objects, especially Evans!"

Other contained objects are one thing, but what are you trying to do by keeping the Mentor alive? Are you going to all this trouble to create opportunities for Him to destroy us? If this continues, our company will have to reconsider whether our partnership with you can continue.

The man raised his voice: "Strip this guy of his brain, break down his body, stop all nutrient supply. We must not allow this guy any room to think."

Simply breaking down His body isn't enough; I want you to stuff His body into a high-speed blender and turn it into a paste!

Sphinx ignored him and stared at the cell where the mentor was being held. When the man saw that he dared to ignore him, he stood in front of him and repeated his words.

Sphinx grabbed the man by the neck and lifted him up. The man's guards raised their guns and pointed them at Sphinx. The association members did not react; only the lights on the walls indicated their attitude.

“I think I have made myself clear, sir. The association is not a tool for you to achieve your goals. You are not qualified to speak to me. Bring the King here. I want King Wilton to speak to me personally.”

These words shocked the man. His face turned bright red, and he finally managed to stammer out, "You don't know what kind of person that king is, do you? What kind of decisions can he possibly make?"

"I'm sorry, but this matter is out of the question unless His Majesty is present in person."

"see a visitor out."

Sphinx threw the other man to the ground and left with an aura as cold as frost. A top-level investigator stepped forward and gestured for the man to leave.

The man's face turned pale and then flushed, and he coughed incessantly, clutching his neck, where a handprint had appeared.

He felt that these people were really good at eating but not working. All it took was for the current Wilton King to come over. The puppet emperor was as obedient as a guinea pig in front of them, and dared not go east or west.

Once he brings Wilton here, he'll make those people regret it.

"Just wait and see. He's just a prison warden who houses supernatural objects. He really thinks he's something special."

The man clenched his fists in anger and left with his guards.

He had just gotten into the carriage after leaving the house and hadn't gone far when another voice rang in his mind.

There's not much time left.

"My Lord War Knight, you will arrive soon."

I am neither that patient, nor as foolish as the plague. Since I am seeking someone to reveal the revelation, my requirement is absolute wisdom.

"I have found the most suitable candidate for you. Believe me, no one in all of Endlers is more suitable than Him. However, better things always require more resources to obtain, so you will need to wait patiently."

I swear on my soul, you won't have to wait long.

You'd better be telling the truth, Yotar.

The sound vanished without a trace, but by then Yotar's forehead was covered in cold sweat.

The war has been watching them all along.

Whenever those self-righteous individuals try to achieve something, it's always the ordinary people who suffer.

Now he needs to go back immediately and bring the king and himself here. Perhaps it would be more appropriate to send someone to invite him, but King Wilson has a problem with his mind. He is so stubborn that he will not go unless he is invited by the king himself, and he will not listen to anyone's advice.

Cranbea Palace.

Golis stood in front of the mirror, admiring the pristine white head in her arms. To make it look even more beautiful, she had soaked it in hydrogen peroxide solution and other liquids. Over time, the bones became noticeably whiter.

After admiring the bones, she placed them beside her pillow on her bed, picked up the golden bowl on the table containing steaming soup, added some medicinal powder to it, stirred it well, and then left the room with the bowl.

She found Wilton in his study, who seemed to be still blaming himself for the disappearance of his offspring, and looked quite haggard.

"Father."

Golis does not address him as "Father," as that would seem too formal.

Wilton turned around, and she walked over with a smile.

"I've made some soup for you, please have some."

"You're so thoughtful."

Wilton took the golden bowl, scooped up a spoonful and put it in his mouth, thinking that of all his children, Golis was the most sensible.

Golis watched her father drink the soup little by little until he had finished it all before asking, "How did it taste?"

"Much better than the chefs in the palace."

"Didn't you feel any special physical reaction?"

"No, rather, my dear little princess, my heart is so warm right now, let Daddy give you a hug."

"..." He hugged Golis and patted her head, then the remaining drugs in her skirt pocket were found.

Wilton opened the paper packet in front of her and poured all the powdered medicine into his mouth.

"My good child, why are you still hiding food from your father?"

Golis exclaimed in disbelief, "You—"

That stuff was poison, and a deadly one at that. She'd originally intended to kill the current king, hoping to create chaos ahead of time or become the new king and cause even greater chaos. Who would have thought Wilton would react like this? Aren't people all secretly thinking he's utterly spineless?
Now, the "cowardly" Wilton smacked his lips, feeling that these things weren't even enough to satisfy him.

“This kind of poison can’t kill me, my daughter. Try something else next time.”

"How did you-"

"It is not possible for an ordinary person to become the ruler of Endlers."

"Besides, this poison itself is too bitter. Next time you can try to find a different flavor of poison from the witches. Maybe one of them can kill me?"

Golis could hardly believe her ears. The father she should have known most had become completely unfamiliar. He still looked the same, but Golis could sense that something was different.

Do you consider me a suitable successor?

"If you can successfully kill me next, you will be the one."

"Well."

Golis lifted her skirt and smiled, bowed to her father, and left the study. On the way, she became increasingly angry, unable to figure out why.

But Wilton mentioned something about witches...

How can I find a witch?
This question seems pointless, because if a witch doesn't want to see someone, that person has a hard time finding them, but if she does want to, she simply can't get rid of them.

At the end of the corridor, the Wise Witch Alice leaned against the windowsill, wearing a sky-blue dress, her folding fan slightly obscuring half of her face, her emerald eyes captivating.

"Greetings, Your Highness Goris. You seem to be facing some difficulties. Do you need my assistance?"

"who are you?"

"My name is Alice Madanza." Alice closed her fan, her beautiful face undoubtedly captivating everyone's heart.

Golis: "Are you from the Madansha family?"

Madansha is a family of scholars, renowned for the intelligence of its members, many of whom are engaged in recording and copying the history of Enderus.

However, for some reason, the entire family was later hunted down and tried by the Church of the Rising Sun, on the grounds that the family members were suspected of believing in an underground church.

In Endreus, where pagans were considered unforgivable, these people, who held high positions, naturally suffered even more horrific treatment. Men were hanged, and women were branded witches, paraded on crosses, and burned.

"Please don't be so afraid just because you hear this surname, Your Highness. It has long become a thing of the past."

"I never expected to hear you say such things. I remember your race was wiped out because of some belief."

Golis had secretly read many books, but in fact, those people didn't care about them much, as long as they didn't run around or rebel, they were fine with whatever they wanted.

"It seems to be... the Truth Society?"

Golis called out the name, and Alice smiled slightly.

"The buildings of the Truth Society are no longer there, but its members are still scattered in various places. Even without us, the wisdom of the Lord will be eternal. We are just a group of apprentices who satisfy our thirst for knowledge under His glory."

Putting all that aside, Your Highness Goris, I am aware of your desires and will assist you in the time to come.

Golis stared at her: "Why did you do that?"

"Because the truth endures."

Alice touched her heart: "Furthermore, I also look forward to witnessing the change of kings, the day you become the new king."

Half a day later, Yottar returned to the palace and requested an audience with King Wilton, which was granted.

He saw the old man sitting quietly on the throne, looking down at him. That look made Yotar extremely unhappy, but he still had to pretend: "Your Majesty, the Order Society refused to hand over the mentors and even attacked your subjects directly. If I hadn't been so lucky, I wouldn't be seeing you now."

They clearly intend to rebel, and they even specifically demanded Your Majesty's personal presence, threatening to refuse to release the prisoners otherwise. Such behavior is utterly contemptuous of the law and of Your Majesty's authority.

Wilton propped his head up with one hand, and after a moment, pondered, "Then what should we do?"

"You may need to go there in person to intimidate them and make them pay the price."

"so……"

Wilton: "I remember Lord Yottal wanted Charlie's brain."

"Yes."

What's the use of a brain?

"This involves some specialized fields, Your Majesty, perhaps..."

"Lord Yotar, are you saying I don't understand?"

"That's exactly what I mean. You are indeed very clever."

Evans has repeatedly lost control during containment and possesses the ability to instantly derail all contained objects. Such a being must not be allowed to live; preserving his brain in our hands is of paramount importance.

What you said seems to make a lot of sense.

So you've agreed?

Yotar appeared delighted, but inwardly he wished he could grab the old man by the neck and drag him out. He was so slow to even speak. Once the offspring were found, he would immediately suggest replacing the king.

"I promise, but..."

"But!?" Yotar's expression froze.

"I'm tired today and don't want to go out. You can go another day."

At this point, Yotal finally couldn't hold back any longer. He stood up, pointed at Wilton, and cursed, "You bastard! Don't be so ungrateful! How do you think you got to where you are today—"

Before he could finish saying "status," he suddenly touched the area below his nose and saw a scarlet mark again, only this time it was darker, almost black.

Looking up again, he saw that the person on the throne had changed his posture, lazily looking down at him as if that gaze were a reward.

"You've finally stopped pretending? Every day I see you all clearly dissatisfied but still putting on a respectful act, it's really quite amusing and adds a lot of fun to my boring life."

"But no matter what, I am still the ruler of a country. Your pointing at me like that makes me a little unhappy."

【so--】

【Kneel down】

With a loud "thud," Yotar felt as if his knees had shattered from the impact of his kneeling. His body was out of his control, and every drop of blood in his body was telling him not to resist. His heart was pounding in his chest.

At this moment, he was like a mouse being targeted by a venomous snake, and this mouse had been poisoned, and every move he made could not escape the snake's control.

(End of this chapter)