The witch thought I am a Demon God
Chapter 829 - 435: Black Rock Substance, the Millennium Research Achievements of the Druids_2

Chapter 829: Chapter 435: Black Rock Substance, the Millennium Research Achievements of the Druids_2

At that moment, some clever individuals noticed that after the mud beneath their feet had turned into black-gray rocks, humans could no longer command or control warhorses and other creatures.

But these voices were drowned out amidst the chaos.

As a result, many knights were betrayed by the warhorses they had ridden day and night, thrown off their backs, and then trampled in the chest by the horses.

Compulsion Viscount’s eyes were about to split open, "How could this happen."

"The Druids have deceived me."

"What are you trying to do, if you are not on my side, then you must be with the city council?"

A Dark Giant looked teasingly at the warhorse beneath the Compulsion Viscount, and immediately, the horse raised its hooves and threw the Compulsion Viscount off its back.

The Dark Giant said to the Compulsion Viscount who had fallen off the horse, "You are absurd, human. Do you really think that in Ambros, only humans can be rulers? Is that so?"

"This time we stand with no side, we represent the Son of Forest, and we want you to give Ambros back to us. We don’t care about the internal conflicts among you Ambros people, but we have used your conflicts to ensure your utter defeat."

Compulsion Viscount noticed that, for some reason, the bean soldiers he had previously planted were dying off in large numbers.

His complexion turned ashen, knowing that he had lost this time.

After accepting his defeat, Compulsion Viscount proposed to the Dark Giant, "Alright, consider me shortsighted for allowing you to win. But I am of noble blood, highborn, with a long family history. I surely deserve some preferential treatment!"

The more Compulsion Viscount spoke, the more confident he became. By the end, he had completely convinced himself and once again carried himself with arrogance. "So I request to meet with your... King of the Dark Giants, or rather, the nobles among you Dark Giants, you commoner move aside quickly, you are not qualified to speak to me."

"On ordinary days, those who speak to me are at least gentlemen of the noble knightly class."

"Your status among giants is nothing more than that of a commoner."

The Dark Giant across from Compulsion Viscount almost died laughing, "Hahahaha... How stupid. Even among the lowly humans, you nobles are the most foolish, the lowest of the low."

Hearing himself called the lowest of the low, Compulsion Viscount’s face turned red.

The Dark Giant mocked him, "We giants don’t do the whole noble thing. You hold no value in my eyes; your life is no more valuable than any beggar who has died in the streets. You are just a mass of rotting flesh and fragile bones, I could poke you to death with my finger."

"I will kill you right now."

Compulsion Viscount could hardly believe any of this; his entire worldview was about to collapse.

Could it be, to his enemies, his noble status truly meant nothing?

Compulsion Viscount looked up only to see the massive finger above his head, instantly felt a wave of despair, knowing that with his feeble strength, there was no way to prevent death from coming.

Facing the giant’s finger, he suddenly realized that his noble status could not help him at all in this moment.

What a joke.

Compulsion Viscount closed his eyes, desperately prepared to accept death.

Just at that moment, he suddenly heard the Dark Giants let out exclamations of surprise.

"How is it possible for someone to use magic again in the environment of black rocks? No, this can’t be. The entire natural environment here has been pushed to the most extreme, it is impossible to change the laws of nature."

The Dark Giant looked grimly at Compulsion Viscount and his remaining guards, who disappeared right before his eyes.

At that moment, in the western district of Ambros, Ivita noticed the turmoil among the Dark Giants and, sensing the existence spying on the battlefield just like him, curiously left the battlefield openly.

He knew the opportunity to control the entire city had finally arrived.

However, he waited a bit longer to ensure that there were no other fishermen hidden on the battlefield before making his move.

Ivita used the enhanced Light Soul and the Super Divine Soul Palace, simultaneously summoning hundreds of Dark Doors. One after another, Dark Doors descended like a black canopy over the city, filling the battlefield with a mysterious and ancient aura.

It was clear that the dark giants were hunting down the entire upper echelon of the Ambros people, and now more than half had already been slaughtered.

But through the Dark Door, Ivita forcefully rescued the remaining leaders of the noble factions and guild factions, along with their guards, from the hands of the dark giants.

Now, this gathering of the crippled and defeated all appeared on the street where Ivita was.

These people were all filled with mist and gratitude.

"Someone saved us, damn it, those giants ate my right arm," complained the governor of the Republic of Belisarius.

General Val from Potzstan said, "I couldn’t break out of the city at all, the city was completely surrounded by ancient war trees. I found out that these suddenly appearing giants and ancient trees were all from the Druids."

The chairman of the city council looked coldly at the Compulsion Viscount. He had guessed it was the giant Ivita who had saved them, and he quickly said to the giant Ivita, "Mr. Giant, please hurry and kill the Viscount, this source of evil."

"I clearly saw that the dark giants emerged from that mountain-like monster’s body that he conjured. He is the culprit."

Facing everyone’s stares, the Compulsion Viscount’s heart stopped beating for a few seconds, fearing he had just barely survived only to be thrown out to feed the bodies of those dark giants the next moment.

The Compulsion Viscount immediately responded, "What are you talking about? I got the monster from the Lower Burgundians, how was I to know it was a Druids’ conspiracy. Where is General Val from Lower Burgundy!"

Everyone immediately looked towards the Lower Burgundians, eyes fierce, ready to catch them to vent their anger.

But a distraught man from Lower Burgundy stepped forward. "Our general has long been dead. That general was a Druid in disguise all along."

Then, the general from Bavaria suddenly mentioned, "Speaking of which, Lower Burgundy is very close to Brittany. General Val’s origin is Breton. Didn’t Brittany support both your factions? I saw them quite close with the ancient war trees. Now it seems that the problem lies with them."

Several soldiers from Brittany all turned pale.

They looked at each other, facing fierce stares from everyone, and for a moment didn’t know how to defend themselves.

Just as the farce was about to occur and the people were about to catch the Bretons, the giant Ivita suddenly spoke, "Enough!"

"Stop doing meaningless things. Haven’t you realized by now that everyone present is responsible for turning things into this mess?"

Ivita looked at the city council chairman, who was subconsciously about to showcase his talent in speech making, and said, "Chairman, is this Republic really representing the public? To me, it seems to represent the wealthy and the guilds. How are you different from nobles, do you not both enjoy privileges over the common folk?"

He turned to the Chairman of the Weaving Guild, "Chairman, I see that in your squad, your wife and two ten-year-old twin sons are well cared for. But why don’t I see the wives and children of your ordinary guild apprentices and laborers in your squad? Do you think your family’s lives should be above theirs? How are you different from the nobles?"

"And the mayor." Ivita turned to the mayor, "Mr. Mayor, can you really represent the opinion of everyone in your countries? Why should the rich pay money and the poor sell their lives? Isn’t the wealth of the rich earned from the poor? No, you are just as selfish as those nobles."

The mayor, the chairman, and the chairman of the Weaving Guild were all momentarily silent.

Ivita turned to look at the still frightened Compulsion Viscount, "And you, Viscount, do you really feel that your lineage is nobler by birth, that your life is more important than those of commoners?"

"It seems to me the dark giants might kill you as easily as killing a chicken."

"You apparently receive none of the respect you imagined you deserved."

The Compulsion Viscount, with a shameful expression, bowed his head and dared not look up. He had not expected that the giant Ivita had witnessed that scene, making him feel the greatest loss of face in his life and completely shattering his worldview.