People in Terra, poor and weak but invincible

Chapter 720: The One Who Cannot Be Retained

Faced with Manfred's silence, the Shapeshifter thought for a moment and roughly guessed the reason.

"Manfred, you should not betray at a time like this," said the Shapeshifter.

"I never thought of betrayal!"

"The Blood Demon cannot die here. His ritual is not yet complete. Summoning the Originium requires his Tikaz blood."

The Shapeshifter looked Manfred straight in the eye. "Does the prophecy frighten you enough to betray Teresis's plans?"

"Sir, I will answer you again, I have never thought of betrayal!"

"But you know that you are resisting the death of Tracys as predicted." The Shapeshifter did not give in. "You want to destroy the summoning ceremony of the original source stone. You want the blood demon to return to the battlefield and become the primary target of the Duke's coalition.

You know the power of the Lord of the Royal Court. He cannot resist a decapitation operation of that scale.

Answer me, Manfred, what made you make this decision?"

Manfred looked away, raised his hand, and focused his Originium skills on a temporal turbulence.

Three embarrassed Victorian soldiers fell out of the turbulence. Before they could see the situation clearly, Manfred's Originium skill had turned into red beams that penetrated their chests.

After dealing with the three soldiers, Manfred said slowly:

"Sir, what do the Sarkaz need now?"

"We don't know." The shapeshifter said frankly.

"The Sarkaz need a new will!" Manfred's tone was still calm, but extremely firm, "When I first met Qi Yan, he told me that the Sarkaz need to get rid of the old will.

I don’t know what the original source stone can bring, but I know what it will take away.”

“You are too impatient,” the shapeshifter commented, “The court can leave, but not now.

We forgot to tell you one thing, the Absolution Master is dead."

Manfred was startled.

The shapeshifter continued, "Your Highness will soon be leaving as well."

Manfred pursed his lips and clenched his hands slightly at his sides.

The shapeshifter was still speaking: "The scavenger knows the meaning of his existence. When the war is over, he will leave in his own way."

There was a moment of silence between the two.

It was still the Shapeshifter who spoke: "What is the Old Will, Manfred?"

"The royal court."

Manfred no longer concealed his true feelings and gave his answer firmly.

"What is the Royal Court?" asked the Shapeshifter.

Manfred: ?

"After this battle, Tracys will become the new 'Royal Court'. This cannot be stopped by anyone, but it is the human heart that says so."

The shapeshifter's words made Manfred look extremely ugly.

Seeing that Manfred understood what he was trying to say, the Shapeshifter turned and walked away.

But after taking a few steps, he stopped again, turned back and looked at Manfred calmly:

"The Sarkaz don't need a savior. Tracy's sights are always on the future. Manfred, you are the one who is really stuck where you are."

After saying that, the shapeshifter had no intention of continuing the conversation and stepped into a time turbulence and left.

Manfred was left alone, lost in thought.

He wanted to change some things, but the shapeshifter's words made him understand one thing: he was destined to be unable to keep someone who had already made up his mind to leave.

……

……

Windermere glanced at the team in front of him.

Under her personal leadership, many Victoria soldiers gathered along the way. At this moment, her team had more than a hundred people, and there were even four mobile Originium cannons.

But Windermere's expression did not become relaxed because of the expansion of his team. Instead, he looked more solemn.

"Lieutenant General, did the newly returned team also encounter the secondary ship occupied by the Sarkaz?"

Windermere stared at the deputy general beside him, as if observing something.

The deputy general was a little nervous under Windermere's gaze, but he still reported truthfully:

"Yes, the location of that secondary ship seems to be quite special. A lot of turbulence converges there, so it is encountered more frequently."

"Something's wrong." Windermere's brows gradually furrowed.

"Are you saying that the Sarkaz are intentionally guiding these turbulences to sweep us to the position of the secondary ship?" asked the deputy admiral.

Windermere shook his head: "If the Sarkaz really have the ability to control turbulence, we would have died long ago. They just have special intelligence means and are more familiar with the laws of turbulence than us.

What I care about is that after encountering the secondary ships and the Sarkaz occupying them, so many teams were able to successfully retreat with some losses, and even had a chance to recapture the Originium Cannon. "

The deputy general suddenly woke up: "Is this a trap set by the Sarkaz?!"

Windermere nodded, his eyes continuing to wander among his team.

After realizing Sarkaz's plan, she immediately guessed another thing.

There are definitely shapeshifters among the teams that fled from the secondary ship.

Windermere suddenly felt a headache.

"Duke, what should we do now?" the deputy general asked nervously.

"...Go find that secondary ship."

"what?"

Upon hearing this order, the deputy general was stunned.

He clearly realized that there was danger over there, but he still jumped into the pit. Isn't this seeking death?

Windermere's eyes swept across the deputy general like a knife, and the latter suddenly shuddered and turned around to give orders.

Soon the team took action.

Most of these teams had encountered the secondary ship before, so it was not difficult for them to return along the original route. However, as the size of the team increased, their speed was as slow as a turtle in this turbulent terrain.

Windermere called the lieutenant and ordered:

"Divide the team into ten teams and move out separately. Leave all the mobile Originium cannons behind."

"Yes."

The deputy general was confused by this way of fighting, but he didn't dare to say anything and just gave the order obediently.

The team of a hundred people dispersed, and their originally slow movement speed increased visibly, until only Windermere, the deputy general, and four Originium cannons were left on the scene.

The sound of a sword being unsheathed was heard, and Windermere pointed the blade directly at the deputy general.

"Discovered."

The deputy general smiled faintly and returned to his original appearance as a shapeshifter.

He looked at Windermere and said calmly, "If an individual among me in the team spreads the news that the Duke deliberately sent soldiers to die, will your army's morale be shaken?"

"No matter what the Sarkaz plan is, it will be a long-term battle to swallow up a team of 100 people."

Windermere said coldly: "And on this battlefield, the number of Victorian soldiers far exceeds that of the Sarkaz. As long as the battle lasts long enough, there will be a steady stream of soldiers who will notice this place and join the battle.

In the end, the Sarkaz were doomed to be annihilated, and Victoria managed to gather a larger team."

"But this still doesn't change the fact that you are sending this team to their deaths." The shapeshifter was not led astray by Windermere.

"This is war."

"Yes Yes."

The shapeshifter nodded, then shook his head: "But your support is destined not to come. We have transformed into your appearance and led the Victoria team wandering nearby away from the vice-ship."

Windermere didn't seem to be surprised at all and his face was calm.

She slowly assumed an attacking stance, her killing intent firmly locked onto the shapeshifter, and whispered:

"Your infiltration ability is indeed amazing, but your nature cannot be changed. Just as I can identify you, my soldiers can do the same."