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Werther secretly summoned Carter, and said to him, "From tomorrow onwards, we will be able to meet cities and towns with population. I will also leave the main force and travel alone, and I only want one thing from you, the bigger the better, and I want more people to know that the eighth banner team is returning to the imperial capital." Carter's face changed, "Captain, could it be that you want to lure the enemy away by yourself?" Werther coldly smiled. "Hmm, if I have been following the team, how could the enemy make a move?" However, after I leave, I'm afraid that the others will make their move against you. So, you must try your best to create a big commotion so that you will be safer. " Carter refused, and shouted: "Captain, that is out of the question! Without you, how am I supposed to explain this to my brothers? "And you alone ?"

Werther sneered. "Don't worry, my strength has advanced greatly since last time. Even a semi-god level expert can't dream of taking my life now!" I just wanted to give them a chance, or it would be too much trouble to find them one by one. "I'm confident that I can kill one of them. I'll kill two of them!" His tone revealed an incomparable confidence. His current power had greatly increased, and he had many hidden techniques. If he were to go all out and use the Nether God's remains, he would definitely win. How powerful was a Divine Corpse of the Sovereign level?

Carter also knew that he couldn't beat Werther. Since the commander had orders, he could only obey. Werther summoned all the officers in the army and told them his intention. Naturally, the officers were unwilling, but since Werther used his authority as the highest officer in the army to issue orders, they had no choice but to obey. Along the way, they did indeed pass by in great fanfare. Every time he came to a town, Carter would pay a visit to the local high-ranking military official. As long as he revealed the name of Roland's family, there would indeed be no harm. Almost all the high-ranking military officials knew that the Roland Family was the hottest family in the imperial city, and this army was almost like Werther's private army. Their attitude was also very polite. After a high-profile march, the flag of the eighth banner was revealed. Fortunately, nothing happened along the way, and there were no robberies and killings that Werther was worried about. This actually made Carter even more worried, because if they stayed calm, it meant that Werther was in trouble.

His guess was right. It was indeed very lively here in Werther. After parting with the main group that day, Werther rode on the Silver Dragon. He had already made contact with James and did not return to the imperial capital. He flew straight to the southern end of the continent. His goal was clear, and that was the Dwarf territory. However, before they arrived, they had to deal with a few enemies, such as Calvin and the fleeing Necromancers. He purposefully ordered the Silver Dragon to fly at a very low speed, especially in areas where no one was around. He also intentionally slowed down his speed, pretending that he was seriously injured and couldn't stand the bumpy journey and needed to rest. After waiting for more than ten days, the enemy actually didn't fall for his trick. However, Werther wasn't in a hurry and still pretended to be sick as he slowly walked forward. He believed that the enemy would eventually act.

He was right. Werther had already passed through the Arctic Icecap and arrived at the warm central part of the continent. Today, he chose a beautiful valley to rest in. He let Silver Dragon drink the water himself, then took out some dry food and water from his spatial ring and slowly ate it. Suddenly, his brows twitched as he revealed a mocking smile. He slowly stood up, and Beckham's angry roars could be heard from the stream a few miles away. Werther shouted coldly into the empty valley, "Since you've come, please come out." "Why would a dignified Saint rank expert start to act like a cowardly turtle?"

It was the voice of Lich Dior. "Haha, Werther, you are really lucky to have obtained a fragment of the Undead's body and even destroyed my rotten flesh and me. Even Ticks died in your hands. Did you deliberately choose to travel alone, in order to tempt us to kill you so that you could take the opportunity to capture us all in one fell swoop? However, you would never have thought that it was you alone that gave us the best chance! I, Lord Dior, will wash away the shame of being defeated by you. I will roast your soul in eternal Hellfire and torture you to death! If you know what's good for you, then obediently hand over your body and the god corpse. I can also give you a quick death! " His voice was filled with hatred and the joy of revenge.

Werther wasn't the slightest bit moved by Dio's clamor. He shouted, "Why are you spouting so much nonsense? And Fran? Get him out here! " Dior's voice once again rang out, "Fran's body was dispersed by you, his soul has already been taken away by the Underworld. But I also invited two friends to come and greet you. Come out! "Slaughter!" An extremely bloody smell immediately wafted out. Werther frowned, feeling as if he had arrived at an Asura slaughterhouse. Countless souls seemed to be howling and groaning in pain, and an excessively strong killing intent assaulted him! This was a killing intent Werther had never seen before! Powerful, cold, and without emotion, what existed was only a naked slaughter!

His physical body had been destroyed by Werther and was now in a different state. Clearly, he was the physical body of a barbarian from the ice plains, tall and mighty, but rotten all over his body, like a pile of rotten meat on the verge of death. Beside him was a fellow in a cloak. The large cloak blocked everything, so one could not see what was inside. A huge killing intent that seemed to come from his body. Werther knew subconsciously that this person was very strong. He was incomparably strong, far stronger than Fran, because on him, grudges, vile auras, and the intent to kill almost all condensed into reality! This was the ultimate killing intent that only those who had slaughtered countless numbers of creatures could possess! Even the legendary Sky Demons did not have such killing intent that could destroy everything!

Duo laughed complacently, "This is my Undead Island's number two, Sir 'Slaughter'. I heard that your strength is extraordinary, so I specially came to take a look! By the way, there's a friend you may not know, but he's been watching you for a long time. "Let me introduce you, Mr. Calvin. Please come out!" Calvin, in his cloak, appeared in the shadows with a cough. He looked at Werther and said nothing. Werther sensed his aura and nodded. "From the moment I left the capital, I felt an aura following me. Now, it seems that it's this Mr. Calvin. However, I don't really understand. Since Mr. Calvin is a high ranked official of the Holy See, why would he train in dark battle spirit?

Calvin chuckled. "The light of God is everywhere. Although I have cultivated the power of darkness, my heart yearned for light, so I was redeemed. If Sir Werther is willing to follow the Church and believe in the Gods, I think you will also be redeemed." Werther spat and scolded, "Beautiful words!" Of all the people I've met in my life, you have the thickest skin! "But I've never met the Pope. Maybe he'll be thicker than yours?"

Calvin snorted. "Werther, you have already violated the dignity of the Pope. As a member of the Ecclesiastical Tribunal, I have the right to capture you and escort you to the Holy Mountain for judgement by the gods!" Dio laughed out loud and gave him a thumbs up. "Well scolded! You scolded well! The so-called saints' words sounded better than anyone else's, but in reality, they were doing dirty things! Look, in order to obtain the profound meaning behind your power, isn't he working with us necromancers? "Kid, since you have the courage to scold the Pope, I have decided to only kill you. I will imprison your soul and not burn your Hellfire." He was rather magnanimous.

Unfortunately, Werther didn't accept this. He coldly said, "It's a pity that I'm not as kind as you. I want to use your souls to pay homage to my dead brother!" "Come on!" Dio sneered, "I advise you to surrender obediently. If you're still hoping that stupid Silver Dragon can come and save you, then you're completely wrong. Last time, you killed my darling. This time, I've summoned two of them in one go and am now entertaining your pets! " Sure enough, the dragon roars grew louder and louder, angrier and angrier. Suddenly, three massive figures soared into the sky. One was naturally Beckham, the other two were bone dragons emanating a thick aura of death.

The Silver Dragon race is a light elemental race, and they hate darkness and undead the most. When they encounter a skeleton dragon summoned by a Necromancer, they will have to kill it. Three enormous creatures were fighting in the air. Beckham would occasionally open his mouth to spit out light attributed dragon breath, aiming for the two bone dragons, which would use death energy to form a shield of color. At the end of the fight, the three dragons seemed to have given up on magic and switched to claws, fangs, and tails, the most primitive and effective weapons of creatures. However, due to the light element's natural restraint towards the Necromancy division, although Beckham was surrounded, his life wasn't in danger. He was only delayed and was unable to rescue Werther.

I never intended to borrow the Silver Dragon's power to begin with." Today, I am the only one who will defeat you fair and square! " With a leap, in a flash, he was already in front of Di Ao, his pole chopping down! The strong wind! Dior didn't even have time to react. He could only summon two layers of Undead Shield in front of him, and with a light tap of the coiling dragon staff, all of them disappeared. There was no obstruction! This staff strike landed directly on the flesh Dio had just obtained. It was as though a raw egg had been crushed, creating a dull sound. A tall barbarian's body was directly smashed into a meat patty!