"I might rember you, a guy who fell the day before the Great Expedition while seeking plunder for your descendants." Xue Ding looked at the corpse broken into two pieces on the ground and said silently.
For so reason, Xue Ding thought of the events in Wancheng during the Three Kingdoms and the most expensive plunder in the world.
If this event could be recorded in the history of this world, it would probably have a similar historical status to the Wancheng events, and it might even provide more amusent in making future generations laugh than the Wancheng events did.
Soon, the Archer quietly returned to the Royal Family, and at this ti, she was holding a stranger’s head.
"I killed that Minstrel, here is the head." She threw the unfamiliar head to the ground casually and quietly returned behind Xue Ding.
Very quickly, those few people were all captured by the Royal Family’s mystic scholars. Their location was too easy to find; whether it was the seemingly sensible second son of the Duke, who was still prepared to escape despite his anger, or the two who were furious at being betrayed by their Heroic Spirits, they were all stopped by the guards.
They were all pressed to the center of the arena, like bulls in heat.
Among them, two stared fiercely at Lana, while the female pirate’s host stared at her intensely. The Archer’s host spoke directly, hurling insults like "fool, traitor, swordsman, wooden idiot."
The Prince, on the other hand, courteously entrusted the disposal of these people to Xue Ding, saying, "How these people should be handled is up to you, dear Viscount of Madness."
There was no other way. Those who recognize the tis are wise. The Prince had just thought he was about to endure a difficult battle; after all, the Blood Duke was recorded as an extrely strong hero in the records. Although not the strongest of that tier, he was definitely at a T1 level of strength.
And their side’s strength was mid-tier; even with the support of the Royal Family’s mystic scholars, he believed the best result would be to exert all their effort to trap the Blood Duke, or to make him retreat upon realizing the difficulty, while secretly taking out their host when the Duke was being contained.
Thus, this would preserve their living forces and smoothly resolve this incident.
Who knew that Xue Ding’s hand was too fast? Although the battle lasted a minute, ten seconds were the Blood Duke probing, more than forty seconds were Xue Ding probing, and after completing the probing, the actual conclusion of the battle took less than a second.
If this were a hot-blooded shonen story, it would surely be crap. The Blood Duke was still going berserk one second and fighting Xue Ding with joy, expressing through chatter how exhilarating it was to finally have such a battle, excitedly raising flags.
Everyone thought this would be an evenly matched or even a protracted war, but suddenly the next second, the Blood Duke’s upper body separated from his lower body, and he fell into a pool of blood, starting to speak so nonsensical words.
This scene made the Prince’s eyelid twitch incessantly, enough to give an indescribable thrill.
"Hmm." Xue Ding responded calmly, then looked at Lana and the other two Heroic Spirits, "It’s up to you all to decide how to deal with it, I’m going to start trying the next Heroic Spirit Summoning Ceremony."
Xue Ding seed to have said sothing unbelievable calmly, the Prince’s eye corner continued to twitch.
He was actually more worried that this "Viscount of Madness" should have had a grudge with the Royal Family before, after all, what he researched in forbidden experints was to use the Royal Family’s corpse and bloodline to summon the Golden Emperor. The master’s call was vanquished by the Royal Family over a century ago just before it could succeed.
However, after simple interaction, he even felt this Viscount of Madness was entirely different from the one in history, even gave him a feeling of being easy to get along with. Instead of hatred, he seed to appreciate the Royal Family more.
For so reason, the Prince actually also felt a kinship with this "Viscount of Madness." If ti were not so pressing, he would indeed like to continue perfecting the Viscount’s original experint to summon the "Golden Emperor." That way at least humanity could steadily summon the strongest Heroic Spirit in history before the Great Expedition.
The founding emperor of humanity, the man called the Golden Emperor, was reportedly clad in golden armor from head to toe, a giant with a height of more than three ters.
Even so, the price of summoning that man was sacrificing a mber of the Royal Family, but sacrificing so Royal Family mbers every century and steadily drawing SSR cards seed worth it to the Prince.
Unfortunately, ti was running out, and the day after tomorrow the Great Expedition was to officially begin; tomorrow they were going to the Land of Judgnt.
"Well, Viscount of Madness, if there’s any tools or materials you need, let know and I’ll have them prepared overnight." In the end, the Prince still extended a friendly offer.
Xue Ding rely nodded calmly then imdiately returned to his room to attempt continuing the summoning of Heroic Spirits.
After all, their side had lost two mbers, and according to past history, if a Heroic Spirit is lost before the Great Expedition, a corresponding host will be randomly selected to start a new summoning imdiately.
He didn’t want this kind of ntal pollution and distortion to affect more people, so he decided to occupy the spot first.
He even looked at the twisted human face shadow on the Pseudo-World Heart and felt like he might have found the source of this pollution.
Ninth Apostle?
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