The Lich of Glory Knight Spirit: Moving towards Krimasha!
Chapter 319 - 47: Father and Son Conflict (4)_2

Chapter 319: Chapter 47: Father and Son Conflict (4)_2

"Very dark?"

"Yes."

"No light?"

"Yes. They will steal our torches, and then we won’t be able to see anything."

Count Messier snatched the torch from his hand and threw it to the ground, stomping on it twice until it was completely extinguished.

"Have you forgotten that you’re actually a bat?" He turned his face, slightly opened his mouth, and emitted a sound that humans could not hear.

Suddenly, as the sound waves spread, a hazy image of the underground passage’s structure appeared in the minds of Count Messier and the other members of the Blood Clan.

"See, so simple?"

Before he finished speaking, another sound inaudible to humans resonated.

...

Deep in the passage, Jones also slightly opened his mouth.

"Lord, what are you doing?"

Jones waved his hand to signal the dwarf beside him to stay silent.

...

Outside the passage, the image of the passage initially forming in the minds of the Blood Clan became completely blurred.

"He’s interfering with me!" Count Messier’s eyes widened. Helplessly, he picked up the extinguished torch from the ground and whispered to his subordinate, "Light... light it up."

"Jones! Come out for me—!" Count Dracula took a step forward and roared.

"I won’t—!" Deep in the passage, Jones immediately responded, "This is my territory, get out of here!"

"You ungrateful child! Get out here!"

"You’re not in a position to teach me! Have you forgotten that you gave me to someone else?"

"If I catch you, you’re as good as dead!"

"Then come and catch me! I’m waiting right here!"

"You’ve grown a spine, haven’t you?"

"I grew one a long time ago, you just didn’t know!"

"You!"

"Come in! Let’s see who the real waste is!"

The sound of the father and son arguing echoed in the air, everyone could hear it clearly.

Count Dracula’s face turned red with anger.

Count Messier shouted loudly, "Jones! I watched you grow up! Do you know what happens if you attack the Deacon Council? If you come out now, I can still show some leniency!"

"Who did you watch grow up! I have nothing to do with you!" Jones roared in the passage, "If you want to know the consequences of attacking the Deacon Council, talk to my adoptive father! The White Bone Holy Light Court doesn’t play by the Blood Clan’s rules!"

Now Count Messier’s face also turned red with anger.

At the other end of the passage, Duke Clement listened in silence, "Jones! Your name is Jones, right? Listen, this is your last chance to reconcile!"

"Who the hell are you? Invading someone else’s territory and expecting reconciliation? What a joke!" Jones screamed, "Listen, this is your last chance! If you don’t leave immediately, I will pursue this to the end! Your actions will be considered a declaration of war against the Silver Moon Knight Order! The White Bone Holy Light Court will issue a warrant against the Bloodline Elder Council! Think about the consequences! Including you! My father! I’m not speaking to you as your son right now! I’m speaking as the son of the Lich King, a member of the White Bone Holy Light Court Judgement Council, and a guard close to the Lich King! Spare me your attempts to oppress your son!"

The entire world fell silent, no sound at all.

Count Dracula’s face turned red and then white, his expression twisted with rage.

The deacons of the Deacon Council, seasoned veterans though they were, had never seen a scene like this.

Sorry, but they really hadn’t. A young member of the Blood Clan confronting his father to this extent.

This had already escalated to the level of war.

This was a war between father and son, and it carried an air of inevitable destruction.

Turning his face, Count Messier looked at Count Dracula and said in a low voice, "Didn’t you tell me that his status as the Lich King’s adoptive son meant nothing?"

"I still say so now," Count Dracula replied quickly, "Rest assured, I correspond with Lich King Gray. This matter will not escalate as he said."

"Let’s hope so. I think you might not understand your son at all." Glancing at Count Dracula, Count Messier pointed to his temple and communicated to Duke Clement, "Your Grace, rest assured, I have reconfirmed with Count Dracula."

...

"Understood." Duke Clement lowered his finger from his temple and said to his subordinates, "Advance."

"Yes!"

...

On the other side, another group of Blood Clan deacons led by Count Messier also advanced deeper into the passage.

...

"What now?" The dwarf whispered, "Do we use that trick again?"

"That trick won’t work anymore." Jones said expressionlessly, "We need a different one. Do we have explosives?"

"Yes... but not much."

"As long as we have some. They don’t know how much we have."

...

With a loud bang, the entire passage shook violently, sand and rocks tumbling.

"Retreat!"

The Blood Clan members who had just entered a short distance quickly withdrew from the passage.

...

The minutes ticked by.

Jones, along with a group of dwarves and a Hydra, hid in a cavern, cautiously watching the outside.

Outside the cavern, a group of deacons began to grow anxious.

"This is insane, is he really just a child? They’re using explosives in the passage? Are they trying to blow us all up?"

"We need to find another way. If we don’t, not only will we fail to rescue our people, we’ll lose ourselves in here."

"What other way? Count Dracula, I think you don’t understand your son at all."

Everyone looked at Count Dracula.

Count Dracula was stunned for a moment and said, "Use any method, just don’t kill him. As for the dwarves, their deaths don’t matter. The same goes for the Hydra, it’s best if it dies."

"Got it." Duke Clement said softly, "Use the toxic gas."

"Toxic gas?" Count Dracula was taken aback.

"Non-lethal, but it will cause unconsciousness for more than three days. It’s effective on both the Blood Clan and dwarves, although it may cause some physical harm." As he spoke, Duke Clement took out a small black pellet.

...

The Blood Clan deacons quickly spread out to all the known passage entrances. They used magic to make the pellets float in their palms, then ignited them with torches.

The moment the flame touched the pellet, it was ignited, emitting thick smoke.

One toxic gas pellet after another was thrown into the passage from various angles.

...

"Quickly put it out!"

The moment the toxic gas pellet hit the ground, a dwarf jumped on it, hurriedly trying to cover it with a shovel full of sand. But before he could completely cover the pellet, he had already passed out.

The toxic gas quickly spread around.

"Retreat! Everyone retreat!" While shouting, Jones covered his nose and rushed to drag the unconscious dwarf away.

It was clear that stopping the toxic gas was impossible, so they had no choice but to escape.

...

"Hold this." Count Messier handed a white pellet to Count Dracula.

"What is this?" Count Dracula asked.

"Hold it in your mouth, and the toxic gas won’t affect you," Count Messier answered softly.

Around them, the Blood Clan deacons began assembling crossbows hidden in their wrists.

"What are those for?" Count Dracula asked.

"Poisoned needles." Duke Clement, standing nearby, inserted silver-white needles into the crossbows, speaking casually, "Don’t worry, they’re not for your son. They’re for the Hydra. The dose of toxic gas is too small to affect the Hydra, but the poisoned needles will work."

Count Dracula could only stare blankly.

...

Fortunately, the passage was complex enough that the toxic gas hadn’t reached every corner.

"This way!" Leading a group of dwarves who were supporting each other, Jones ran through the passage, followed by a Hydra.

"We’re doomed! We’re really doomed this time!" Some dwarves were on the verge of tears, "Maybe we should surrender..."

"No! We haven’t lost! The war has just begun! Even if we die, we will die fighting, not in disgrace!" Jones grabbed a crying dwarf and roared, "Only slaves choose to submit! Free people fight to the end! Got it! I can only give you physical freedom, but the freedom of your heart is up to you!"

At that moment, Jones gritted his teeth, eyes wide with determination, and veins popping on his youthful face.

The dwarf was stunned and could only nod dumbly.

"Long live the Lord!" Silver Axe raised his pickaxe and shouted hysterically.

"Long live the Lord! Long live Giant Snake City!" All the dwarves raised their weapons and shouted.