Final Boss-Chapter 217: Burning Kurrus Fortress and Marquis Charles’s Ultimate Defeat (Part 1)

Translator: The Light

Editor: Entelechy

Clyde returned from the Hamilton Plains to that discarded warehouse prepared by those Dark Church’s Dark Shamans. That summoning magic array had turned into a teleportation magic array he could use as he pleased.

After reaching a cooperation agreement with Ancient Demon King Philip, Philip would resolve Earl Royle and stop those over 30,000 troops from leaving Tonister City to reinforce Marquis Charles. Although Earl Royle seemed quite meek based on various signs, that fellow might suddenly change his mind and send troops, which would disrupt Clyde’s plans.

When he returned to that discarded warehouse, those Dark Shamans and maids were still there. Seeing the man in front of them, they felt inexplicable fear. In their current terrible states, the appearance of a man was a very dangerous matter. Moreover, this man didn’t conceal his greed and wickedness.

“I have already dealt with the Ancient Demon King you all summoned. As for you all...”

“You... What do you want to do? We are the Dark Church’s...”

These Dark Shamans attempted to calm down and maintain their usual aloofness. However, when Clyde intentionally revealed his Colclough Clan insignia, they panicked. This big clan specialized in the slave trade, and the fate of any woman who fell into his hands was obvious. Like the Light Church, the influence of the Dark Church was limited to the Victor Alliance. Outside of the Victor Alliance’s nations, the other two alliances didn’t consider their faces.

Olan Treaty had almost no unified belief, instead having all kinds of strange religious beliefs. Each nation under Oran Treaty had different faiths and gods, so the Dark Church had little influence there. As for the Clark Alliance, there was no need to mention it; there was basically no faith there. Regardless of Light or Dark Church, they had no way to preach and establish a branch. Even if the saintesses of the Light Church were sold there, they would be reduced to white lambs.

When these Dark Shaman beauties discovered that Clyde might be a member of Colclough Clan, they trembled, regretting that they were not ugly enough. If they had been ugly, the other party might not have paid them any attention. With a wicked smile, Clyde took out several black leather collars with iron chains from his storage ring before walking towards those Dark Shaman beauties. When they saw this, they nearly fainted on the spot.

“Don’t... don’t do this! We can give you money. You can quote the price!”

“I’m not short of money. Tsk tsk, with these figures, I guess I can sell you all for a good price!”

“Don’t, don’t say that! We beg you... We will do anything as long as you don’t sell us!”

Clyde saw that they had been scared out of their wits and took out some previously prepared enslavement contracts. Those contracts were full of demonic words, although he hadn’t written them since he wasn’t particularly good at the demonic language. He had obtained it from that gentleman Ancient Demon King Philip. Just after changing the name of the owner, he could use them.

“Sign it, and I promise not to sell you all!”

Those Dark Shaman beauties blushed at the demonic text on the enslavement contracts. It was exactly the same as a contract to sell themselves. After signing it, it was equivalent to selling their everything to this man. Under his wicked gaze, they felt invisible pressure to subconsciously press their thumbprints on the enslavement contract.

Collar-like magic lines appeared around their white necks, and a strange magic imprint appeared on their navel. Ancient Demon King Philp was a true gentleman; these magic imprints greatly resembled the legendary silver lines. The feeling of déjà vu was too strong, and Clyde couldn’t ignore it.

Afterward, those black energy tentacles quickly disappeared, and those Dark Shaman beauties knelt in front of Clyde, waiting for the arrangements of their new master. From now onwards, they didn’t belong to the Dark Church. It was impossible for average humans to get rid of an enslavement contract written by an Ancient Demon King although Clyde could get rid of it at any time since his abilities were far superior to an Ancient Demon King’s.

“Mas... Master, this place is unsuitable. If you want, you can go to our rooms.”

“No need for that now. I want you all to continue to lurk in the Dark Church as my agents.”

When the Dark Shaman beauties saw Clyde scanning their white bare bodies, they mistakenly thought that Clyde wanted to play with them. Although they were still virgins, they could hand it over if their master wished.

Clyde was a fellow who liked to throw a long line to catch a big fish and was not so impulsive. Under his command, the Dark Shaman beauties helped Clyde prepare those maids to be sent back to Miss Sivia. Clyde not only took the other’s young lady but also their maids like catching the whole lot in a dragnet.

After taking care of everything, Clyde instructed these Dark Shamans and maids to stay in this discarded warehouse. As for himself, he left to participate in the surprise attack on Kurrus Fortress. By the time Clyde arrived, the attack had already begun. The new Underground Rat King Boolean led his subordinates as the vanguard against Kurrus Fortress in order to express his loyalty to Clyde. Those underground ratmen rushed out from various exits and immediately struck the stationed human troops, targeting the city gate and other important places.

The troops under Marquis Charles were dumbfounded, unable to understand the situation. They didn’t know why the originally allied forces had suddenly turned hostile. The tactics of the underground ratmen under Boolean were very boorish. They didn’t fight to the finish. Like rats, they rushed all over the place while fighting and looting. For a moment, Kurrus Fortress fell into unprecedented chaos. The defending troops’ formations were messed up by these underground ratmen and dense smoke rose.

The thick and heavy gate of Kurrus Fortress was also ignited by the underground ratmen, and it was only a matter of time before this rock-firm fortress gate was burnt down. Clyde walked through the chaos and took action. Those defending troops busy with battle and putting out fires didn’t notice him.

According to the information provided by those Dark Shaman beauties, Clyde easily found their companions. The male Dark Shamans were sorting valuables in a certain secret room deep within Kurrus Fortress. It seemed that they were planning to run away. After the underground ratmen had betrayed them, they were powerless to reverse the situation. In a magic crystal on a desk, an image of a beautiful young girl with her face covered with a black veil appeared.

“Markle, what did you all do for the situation to deteriorate to this state?”

“Your Excellency... Your Excellency Saintess, we also don’t know! Underground Rat King Braund must have lost to his cousin Boolean, so the other party usurped the throne. It is also unknown what’s going on with Boolean, but he refused to respond to our call. Even though we increased the reward by three times, he didn’t cooperate.”

While the Dark Shamans were reporting the situation, Clyde burst in and murdered those Dark Shamans. His actions were very fast, faster than even an assassin. Those unfortunate Dark Shamans couldn’t even summon any monsters or create any magic defense barriers before dying to Clyde’s sword.

“It’s truly a pity that some ran away!”

Clyde looked at the magic crystal ball and intentionally made a slip of the tongue, covering for those few Dark Shaman beauties. Although the appearance of that black-veiled beauty couldn’t be seen, from her bearing, Clyde knew that her attractiveness index wouldn’t be low. He had heard a section of the conversation between those Dark Shamans and this person in the crystal ball and could roughly guess her identity. She was likely one of Dark Church’s saintesses, the same rank as Light Church’s saintess. It was very unlikely that she was an ugly girl.

“Who are you? Why did you do... We... We don’t have any conflict against your noble clan!”

“I just like it. Is there a problem?”

That dark saintess in the magic crystal ball saw the Colclough Clan’s insignia worn by Clyde to make them a scapegoat. Like those Dark Shaman beauties before, the tone of this mysterious dark saintess turned cautious after seeing that insignia. The scapegoat clan Clyde had found was truly terrifying. They didn’t need to give the Dark Church any face. In the Clark Alliance, they were an existence that covered the sky.

“Your Excellency Saintess, let’s not just contact through magic! Your name...”

The dark saintess quickly closed the magic communication crystal. Her action was somewhat hurried, not even leaving behind any sharp words. Clyde didn’t care too much about it. In any case, he had those few Dark Shaman beauties as planted agents. It would not be difficult to get information on the saintesses of the Dark Church.

Now, one half of the Dark Church’s team had surrendered, and the other half was destroyed. Like this, Marquis Charles’s final external help was dealt with. Clyde could set his mind at ease in the final decisive battle against him.