I've Become the King of Villains in the Game
Chapter 1040 - 677: Dagon’s Nightmare

Chapter 1040: Chapter 677: Dagon’s Nightmare

Shortly after Byron and Tresor officially signed the truce.

The Naturalist Sect, Generous Council, and Madman School successively sent their elite Transcendent squads to aid Tresor in assassinating Beelzebub’s military high command, departmental chiefs, and even the Rose Royal Family aristocrats.

Even with the assistance of the Hailing Group and History and Ritual Association, the Beelzebub Kingdom suffered severe blows and continued to retreat.

Previously, when the Seven Gods Church besieged the Azure King under Emperor Andre’s command, they were backstabbed and suffered heavy losses. The Generous Council and Madman School did not participate, thus preserving their strength.

Although among the two major churches that supported Tresor the most, the Sun Church’s power was waning, and the senior members of the Moon Church were forced to become vessels of corruption, transforming into monsters, later hunted down one by one by the Lady of Silence.

But now, with the addition of the flourishing Naturalist Sect and Dawn Church, Tresor once again emerged as the most powerful force on the continent in the current era.

The Imperial Army’s morale was high, Tresor’s counterattack was ferocious, pushing the battlefront past the conflict zone and directly into the border regions of the Beelzebub Kingdom.

Anna and her brother Arno each rode a tall horse, standing side by side on a hill, gazing into the distance.

In their line of sight was a continuous stretch of high walls built upon the spine of a mountain range, acting as a natural barrier against the Imperial Army’s advance.

"Brother, we will win this epic battle, right?"

Anna turned her head to ask.

Arno smiled brightly in the sunshine.

"Of course."

"I really hope to see that day..."

Anna’s eyes showed longing, and her mouth curved into a smile.

Suddenly, at that moment.

Six figures abruptly appeared from the air, each clad in rose-embellished, fully enclosed Knight’s Plate Armor, wielding long swords, and charged towards Anna and Arno.

Yet, Arno and his sister remained unfazed, eerily calm.

Buzz!

Five golden pillars instantly surrounded them, the Bathing Light Holy Guards stood out, wielding Cross Swords constructed of light, blocking the assault.

"Wandering Knights, six Petal Knights... what a pity, Prince Arno had long guessed your intentions!"

An old voice sounded.

Saint Asolon of the Sun Church materialized in light, accompanied by two other Sun Saints.

All three simultaneously stretched their arms, instantly pulling the battlefield into the Spirit World.

The Wandering Knights, Bathing Light Holy Guards, and Sun Church Saints vanished altogether.

The hill was left with only Arno and his sister.

"It seems Beelzebub is truly desperate, dispatching the scarce elite combat power to assassinate us."

Anna sneered.

Arno shook his head.

"A last ditch effort... Rather than being slowly consumed, it’s better to fight desperately. If they can kill us, Tresor’s assault will crumble."

"Indeed used to be the ’Proud Sun,’ risking yourself just to draw out Beelzebub’s remaining elite combat power and capture them all... but unfortunately, you’ve lost your rank and power, now just an ordinary person."

At that moment, a voice suddenly appeared.

McNeil, President of the History and Ritual Association, dressed in a light brown suit, stood indifferently in front of the two tall horses, reaching out.

"Daring to oversee the front lines, you’re overly confident..."

But in the next instant.

A square stone platform "grew" out of the hill, elevating Arno and Anna to height, a beam of light focused directly on McNeil.

He halted his actions, looking bewildered.

"Without doing this, how could we lure you out too, Mr. McNeil?"

Arno smiled down, astride his horse.

McNeil squinted his eyes.

He quickly saw three figures slowly appearing outside the beam of light: a white-haired elder, a bald man, and a familiar lady.

It was Pope Floey and the two Archbishops Carmen Martin.

"Dawn Church, three demigods..."

Despite being manipulated, McNeil remained indifferent.

This was merely one of His incarnations.

"Rest assured, this is just the beginning."

Floey’s ethereal voice spoke gently.

"Hundreds of thousands of Transcendent Undead army have already entered Beelzebub territory under the leadership of the Dawn Church from the Spirit World... when the time comes, the History and Ritual Association, and the Hailing Group — whoever we see, we’ll kill, there’s no need for you to exist anymore."

McNeil’s eyes twitched.

He heard Floey continue:

"Last time we fought, before the victor was decided, you ran away... It’s okay, this time, with the gift from the Azure King, Archbishop Carmen’s ’Divination Scroll’ is sure to find your true location... I hope you can still run."

"Damn..."

McNeil grew increasingly horrified as he listened.

Yet, before he could snarl, the binding golden pillar abruptly closed, and the unparalleled Mythical Flame instantly obliterated His incarnation.

Within Beelzebub territory, Royal City Soridette.

In the grand hall of the Obsidian Palace, Rose King Mansfield convened a meeting with the high-ranking leaders of various forces.

"Your Majesty, ’Hand of Pale Leaves’ recently joined the Hailing Group, it will be our secret weapon. If used wisely, it will have unforeseen effects..."

McNeil was listening to advice from the new head of the Hailing Group, a male Deep Sea demigod, when his eyebrows furrowed suddenly.

A trace of pain and madness flashed in his eyes, quickly restoring to normal.