Chapter 708 707. Where To Now?

Chapter 708 707. Where To Now?

Highland Kingdom,

In the Weeping Lake, there rested the small island called Isle of None, the headquarters of the Weeping Ghosts Assassin Guild. Once filled with green and scattered wooden buildings, it now lay in complete ruin as a single Supreme Wizard had wreaked havoc.

Boom!

Specially tasked, Julius arrived on the island with the sole aim of destroying everything within the site and removing the Assassin Guild from existence. The SSS-ranked guild was a scary and powerful thing for most, but for the Holy Land, it was a nuisance, even more so after it supported Leyon.

Of course, Sylvester had lured them to commit the folly, but it was all a grand plan to clean the world before he left for the Demon Realm. Being a naturally paranoid man, he tried to think of any negative scenario that could arise and hoped to stop a few of them.

"I wished to erase you all for a long time, and finally, the auspicious moment has arrived." Julius moved at a speed unmatched, and his thundering blasts of dark elemental energy left holes in buildings, incinerating bodies of even Grand Wizards among the guild members. Explore the genesis of this content at nov@lbin★

There wasn't even a struggle, just a one-sided massacre.

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Similarly, Emperor Raz was busy doing a little bit of cleaning on his end. Leyon wasn't just a conqueror but also a magnet of all sorts of scum of society. Anyone who wanted the Church to lose had flocked to his side in hopes of receiving some rewards when he finally won all of Sol.

So, the few leftover Assassin Guilds approached him. Amongst them was also a wealthy man with a mask on his face, who extensively funded the army and the campaign. He was the man behind the Tears of Solis.

"I hope I can stop doing this now, First Guardian. I'm a preacher, not a drug lord." Complained Cardinal Bison, who had lived his life under disguise for the past year or so. "It's been a while since I returned from Beastaria... I wish to stay in the Holy Land now."

Raz chuckled, his bony, skeleton jaws clacking together. "Don't worry, His Holiness has marked all the targets because of your great work, Cardinal Bison. I'm sure you're soon going to be assigned as one of the first State Councilmen to one of the new States of Sol."

Cardinal Bison, burly and old, sighed and relaxed in his seat while staring at the thousands of men and women lined up and made to kneel without any clothes on them, their future already decided.

"After being the overseer of operations in Beastaria for so long, I'm willing to take any normal job in Sol, First Guardian," Bison sounded utterly spent. "Luring all of these good-for-nothing drug producers and peddlers with that unholy Tears of Solis was the easy part. Making them believe I was the Drug Lord was the hardest. The vile words I had to use, the actions... I hope the Lord will forgive me for my sins."

"Well, if an undead Lich can be embraced by the God of Light, anyone can be forgiven... Not them, of course." Emperor Raz sighed and patted the old man's shoulder before looking at the gathered criminals. "The first-time offenders among you are to be imprisoned and educated for five years, and the rest of you are to be killed. May you find salvation in the world beyond?"

Thud!

With that, the undead soldiers, under the command of Emperor Raz, swung their blades in unison and severed heads from bodies. A major cancer from society was removed, and to ensure it never grows again, Project Sky Eye was enough.

A thorough cleaning was slowly occurring throughout Sol. However, that still left the fate of the other two human continents in question.

What of the Sand Continent and Central Continent?

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"Also? How many did you receive?" Felix asked in amusement.

"Ehm." Gabriel was the Wazir, so he had the numbers. "We have received nearly five thousand requests from various Clergymen and Bright Mothers. Among them, twenty were Cardinals."

"But why?!"

Sylvester laughed painfully while answering that. "Good times, my friend. There are no wars to fight anymore. The realm knows peace not just in terms of society, but also economy. There are no nobles to harass you. All the criminals are too scared. Many Clergymen hope to start families, and Bright Mothers who joined us in fear for their lives wish to go back... I expected it, but it still alarms me."

"Suffering from success, ha?" Felix jested and relaxed. "But I'm not going anywhere. With the kingdom gone, I can freely work as Saint Viceman for the Church. At the same time... I need you to help me train. The talent-testing orbs don't show one's talent beyond the highest rank. I'm already a Platinum Knight, and I wish to see if I can go beyond."

Sylvester easily saw through what Felix was trying to do. "Forget it, Felix. You don't need to do this. Just go and focus on making kids with Isabella. There are no more battles left... for you."

"I'm a free man, and I decide my own fate!" Felix angrily bellowed this time. "Don't try to paint yourself as some damn tragic hero and battle those 'whatever' gods on your own. If the First Pope was elevated beyond Supreme Wizardhood, then I, Julius, Raz, and King Rathagun can also go beyond."

"It won't be enough," Sylvester bluntly replied.

Felix remained firm in his decision. "You call us brother and act like a mother. Isabella will be with my child soon enough, Max. I'll have a family, a big one, I'm sure. But it's all useless if we're going to die anyway. So, I don't care about the cost, I want in on the plan. No matter the price... once, twice, as many as it takes, I will keep going beyond the limit."

'The problem is, I don't know if it's even possible.' Sylvester silently sighed, feeling worried.

"You think I don't want to? But what's the point if you'll vanish like the First Pope as soon as you ascend? There are hidden powers that manipulate the very basic nature of this world, Felix. I'm not strong enough to challenge that... yet."

Felix didn't fail to notice the last bit. "Then I'll wait for that 'yet' to become a reality. Until then, I will continue to grow stronger."

Sylvester sighed and looked at Gabriel. "What about you?"

"All I can do is be your Wazir, my friend. I'm not strong enough to challenge the limits of anything." There was a hint of disappointment in Gabriel's voice.

'Perhaps Nehilius can help me with this.'

Sylvester smiled and pushed a document toward Gabriel. "Then maybe you would like to push the limit of your work tolerance."

Gabriel felt sweat form on his forehead as he picked up the paper and read. "N-No... I don't want this."

"What is it..." Felix snatched it and read, only to bellow in laughter. "Haha... Poor you, Gab."

Sylvester extended his hand. "Congratulations on being the first Deputy Pope, Gabriel Maxwell."

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