**Chapter 115: The d*ath of Chouhou! [Request for Recommendation Votes]**
2016-09-04
Author: Floating Tower
“What?”
“Harvest Festival?”
In the magnificent palace, a woman of extraordinary beauty and allure sat on the throne, dressed in a scarlet gown that made her appear as a beautiful yet poisonous enchantress.
The Duchess of Red Dragon looked down at the man kneeling on one knee before her and furrowed her brow, asking, “Why is Modo suddenly planning such a grand Harvest Festival? Are they trying to woo the Agricultural Goddess? Have someone keep an eye on Modo’s movements! Let General Katella come in to see me!”
After saying that, the Duchess of Red Dragon rubbed her forehead wearily.
She never dreamed that Soren, whom she initially did not care about, would ascend to godhood, and now become the Lord of Shadows. She missed the chance to eliminate him when he was at his weakest. Now, Soren had become her most terrifying and dangerous enemy. Every time she thought of Soren’s existence, she couldn’t help but shiver slightly, a hint of fear swelling in her heart. If it weren’t for the Rosad Duchy’s support in the inland regions and the backing of the Demon Duke from Bartok Hell, she might have been eliminated by Modo long ago. However, even so, the Duchess of Red Dragon had been cautiously monitoring everything in Modo. There were many others like her, and although they were far away in the Overseas Islands, every move of Modo stirred the hearts of countless people.
Soon, a burly general walked in.
Seeing him, the Duchess of Red Dragon rubbed her forehead again; after all, her rule was not legitimate.
This world had its own rules.
The Duchess of Red Dragon had usurped the power of Rosad Duchy, but she had also lost the support of many nobles. Now, although she controlled most of Rosad Duchy’s territory, there were still many nobles publicly opposing her rule, and many others appeared to support her while secretly supplying resources to the rebels. Recently, a significant issue arose; the Noble Goddess seemed very unfriendly towards her, believing that she was disrupting the order of the nobility. This goddess was not exceptionally powerful, but if a deity openly opposed her, it could cause her great trouble.
Especially the Noble Goddess – Xienwose, who held significant influence over the ruling class of the Material Plane.
If she did not recognize the Duchess of Red Dragon’s rule, then most rulers in the Material Plane would not hold her in esteem and would instead view her as the one disrupting the heritage of the nobility.
General Katella was a powerful legendary warrior.
But he was also a brutal butcher; if there were better candidates, the Duchess of Red Dragon would certainly not let such a violent person lead her army. However, at this moment, she had no better choice. Modo was holding a grand Harvest Festival, which meant that for a short time, Modo was unlikely to wage war, giving the Duchess of Red Dragon an important opportunity to calm the rebels in Rosad Duchy.
Currently, the number of rebels had expanded to three factions.
More than twenty nobles were openly opposing her rule, and these nobles had somehow found a illegitimate son of the Duke of Rosad.
The Duke of Rosad’s sons had almost been wiped out by the Duchess of Red Dragon.
An illegitimate son originally had no inheritance rights, but rumors of the Duchess of Red Dragon colluding with demons severely undermined her rule. Even such an inconspicuous illegitimate son, with the support of these nobles, could potentially gain legitimate inheritance rights.
“Modo.”
After issuing orders to General Katella, the Duchess of Red Dragon went to the balcony, gazing towards the sea as if watching the distant Modo, murmuring, “What should I do next?”
“Defeat Soren?”
“That’s almost impossible. Not even the Lust Demon Queen could manage that.”
“If this goes on…”
“I’m afraid I will be defeated by those nobles and the united church. No! I must find an escape route for myself!”
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On the surface.
Modo City seemed to be preparing for the grandest Harvest Festival in history; this festival was not only held in Modo but also in Spearwind Hills, Shipwreck Bay, and near Taro Port. Modo alone had more than 200,000 participants, and with the other locations combined, it reached hundreds of thousands of people.
Many suspected that Soren was trying to win over the Agricultural Goddess, to rope in a powerful ally.
But in fact, that was indeed the case.
However, the real purpose of Soren was obscured within. The abnormal movement of supplies in Modo hinted that Soren was preparing for war, though many did not believe he would attack during the Harvest Festival. Likewise, Modo’s army showed no abnormal mobilization and could only be considered to be gathering supplies for the future war. Almost no one thought Soren’s goal was not in the Material Plane, and the frequently moved materials were sent to the Bottomless Abyss. Soren’s true ambitions were bolder than they imagined, even the mad Spider Queen could not foresee that Soren would attack the Kingdom of Fear during the Saint’s Cataclysm.
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“Am I going to d*e?”
In a profound darkness, a frail figure stumbled forward, covered in various wounds; if it were an ordinary person, they would have probably already died.
But a powerful force still relentlessly supported his life.
Nearby, the low growls of demons could be heard, as well as that terrible aura of fear. The Slayer was tracking his trail. These high-level monsters, above level 21, were fearsome enough that even high-level demons dared not face them alone; they were bizarre creatures wholly controlled by madness, a source of terror and repulsion even in the Bottomless Abyss.
Chouhou breathed heavily as he approached a cliff; his life force was already very weak, and behind him, there were over a hundred high-level demons in pursuit.
Under such circumstances, survival was nearly impossible.
“It seems I can’t leave this land alive.”
Chouhou bit down on a dagger to extract the bone spike that had pierced his kidney from behind. It was a mark left by a Slayer, but the enemy had also perished in his counterattack.
At that moment, Chouhou’s body was already riddled with wounds.
The numerous high-level demons were hardly something a Wanderer could face alone; without divine power supporting him, he should have been dead long ago. But even with divine power dragging him along, it was unlikely he could walk out of this land alive, as thousands of demons surrounded everything outside.
Countless Prayer Weavers of the Demon God of Fear were searching for his trace.
“Cough cough.”
Chouhou gasped as he sat on a rock, with hundreds of meters of cliff behind him. His breath had become increasingly difficult, strength waning with the loss of bl**d. Chouhou looked into the distance and saw hundreds of demons had already found his trail and were rushing towards him.
“At least my master’s mission has been completed.” Facing the horde of approaching demons and Prayer Weavers, Chouhou grinned savagely, making a lewd gesture towards the demons before turning and leaping off the hundreds of meters high cliff.
In late August 1677.
Soren’s most exceptional believer, Modo City’s most promising newcomer, the Legendary Wanderer – Chouhou, died while carrying out the mission to probe the Kingdom of Fear. The Throne of Fear had been locked down, and the mission was perfectly accomplished.
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(PS: Second update.)(To be continued ~^~)
