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Chapter 885: Successfully Sowing Discord

Chapter 885: Chapter 885: Successfully Sowing Discord

"Everyone should know about what happened yesterday."

In the grand hall of the City of Death, a group of zombies and skeletons sat together. If you looked closely, you would realize that none of them were undead mages; they were merely smaller undead possessed by the mages, expendable and unworthy of concern.

Usually, it was the undead mages themselves who sat here.

Though it’s uncertain if they were physically present or if they had any defensive measures, they were indeed absent. The events of yesterday led everyone to dare not show their true forms.

Many even confirmed that those individuals were probably no longer in the City of Death.

They had certainly felt that enormous Holy Light; if it had struck directly in the City of Death, they would all be doomed.

"We know such a large-scale Holy Light Magic must be the work of the Temple, most likely the Light Temple."

"Are they crazy? We haven’t even settled the previous matters with them, and they dare attack us. They may be powerful, but we’re not incapable either."

This arrogant tone, contrasted with cowardly words, drew the attention of everyone present.

Yet nobody spoke, as that’s exactly the reality. Just the Temple Alliance inside the Chirali Empire is not something they could contend with, even if the legendary mage behind them stepped in.

Their existence was tolerated because they are still useful for intimidating the ordinary people.

After all, if there were no evil in the world, what use would there be for light? This was something they understood long ago.

"The people of the Light Temple are all a bunch of lunatics. It’s not surprising that they would do something like this."

"Let’s not discuss this now; what’s important is what we should do."

"Fight back, we must fight back to show them our strength."

"If we fight back against the Temple, aren’t you looking for death?" someone immediately countered.

The previous speaker said, "The Temple attacked us within the Chirali Empire, definitely at the Empire’s behest; therefore, our enemy should be the Empire."

Everyone understood, intending to launch a justifiable attack on the Empire.

This might be beneficial; they had long resented living under various oppressive rules and were eager to hunt and kill more freely.

The more creatures they hunted to create undead, the stronger their overall power would become. It would also allow them to conduct experiments and acquire more death power, enhancing their strength, possibly even advancing further.

In terms of profession, the undead attribute could be considered one of the easiest entries for many professionals.

As long as one is not afraid of losing their mind or inciting public anger to be exterminated, hunting a large number of living creatures, the growth speed is very fast. Before reaching legendary status, their bottleneck is much smaller compared to other professions.

However, breaking through to legendary status is quite difficult, yet very few manage to achieve it.

"Let’s proceed like this; everyone should avoid gathering in big cities unless necessary."

Everyone understood, realizing this place had transformed into something akin to Plague Swamp. Nobody dared to gather, but this time it wasn’t due to mistrust among themselves; rather, gathering created too large a target. View the correct content at f|ree(w)ebn\o.vel.co(m)

Recalling the horrific scene from yesterday, chills ran down everyone’s backs.

If that had fallen directly on them, there would have been no escape from death.

Even a legendary mage might be injured if hit by such an attack. It’s not simply because of the spell’s strength, but because this powerful spell inherently possesses a restraining effect against evil.

The power of the Holy Attribute is something that neither undead nor demons dare to easily touch.

With the unrest among the undead mages, the lords everywhere could no longer contain themselves.

What started as small-scale conflicts grew, gradually escalating into larger confrontations.

Faced with such a situation, even King Klein couldn’t stop it. As matters intensified, the confusion in the king’s heart was indescribable. Who exactly orchestrated this? It certainly wasn’t him.

However, whoever could enlist the Temple to do this certainly wasn’t an ordinary person.

Could it be someone other than himself, perhaps other members of the Royal Family, or perhaps a coalition among the great nobles?

The king’s confusion deepened, as if the whole incident felt like something he himself did.

If he hadn’t been certain he didn’t do it, he would have suspected himself, thinking the culprit might be him.

"It couldn’t possibly be the Temple, could it? But why would they do such a thing?" Compared to other countries, the Klein Empire’s Temple composition was quite different. View the correct content at fr\eewe.bn(o)v\el.c(o)m

In Klein Empire, the high-ranking members of the Temple were mostly nobles.

Nobles entered the Temple to worship the Divine, and climbed ranks with the backing of collective power. It’s safe to say the Temple in Klein Empire was essentially tied to their noble system.

However, because of the Temple’s immense power and the greater groups behind it, it wasn’t easy to control.

Sometimes, even his own words had little impact, although he certainly wasn’t entirely without influence.

Faced with the fervent gaze from his subordinates, the king felt as if he sat on pins and needles; his discomfort was palpable.

"What are you planning to do?" the king asked curiously.

"Your Majesty, should we clean out those undead bones next?"

"They’re still useful to us, and we proactively invited them here, so how could we clean them out?" King Klein had been using these undead mages quite effectively and didn’t want to break relations with them.

"We understand, we all understand." The crowd showed expressions of tacit understanding.

What exactly do you understand, the king thought, vexedly, unable to show it. It was truly uncomfortable.

This meeting brought about bouts of depression for the king. When everyone misunderstood his intentions, even being right felt wrong, and he had to go along with the mistake.

Forget it; given that those undead mages had angered everyone, it was best to let them clash.

As for himself, he’d try to guide those troublesome individuals to confront the undead mages.

Adding to that, in recent days, the undead mages had been excessively ruthless. In just a few days, countless villages and towns were attacked; they must be mad.

Amidst mutual misunderstandings on both sides, Zhao Guang’s purpose of sowing discord was finally achieved.

Inside Klein Empire, chaos began to brew, while conversely, the borders of the two kingdoms grew increasingly calm. It seemed the friction between the two countries was truly coming to an end.