Inventor of another world, the little female ghost wants to kidnap me

Chapter 317 Traitor

Cassius and Shana had heard Mel mention the gathering of the army before, but the order Mel received at that time was only to report to the northern base.

He also had no idea as to the purpose of the army gathering in the northern part of the Holy Kingdom.

Originally, Cassius and Shana were planning to catch up with Mail and go to the northern base to find out more details.

However, the information that "Miss appeared in Leri City" came suddenly, and the two immediately decided to return to Leri City.

They had thought that their own holy kingdom might take action against the northern countries.

But they never expected that the reason why the Holy Kingdom sent troops would be a mineral vein.

Seeing that the two were also confused, Fulesman suddenly thought of something.

He quickly looked at Marknick, who looked guilty.

"Rob, when did the soldiers of the Holy Kingdom start to be stationed at the border?" asked Foresman.

Rob thought for a moment and calculated an approximate time.

"It should have been more than a month ago. The negotiations between the two sides have been going on for a while now. Not many people have shown up. It is very likely that our northern countries will compromise."

Flesman thought for a moment, "More than a month ago... In other words, when Marknik left the dungeon last time?"

After a moment's silence, Rob frowned and stared in amazement.

"What? Mr. Macnick, you..."

In this way, it is impossible for Marknik not to know that the Holy Kingdom army was gathering in the northern base.

"McKnick, do you have anything else to say?"

There was murderous intent in Fulesman's eyes as he locked his eyes on Marknik.

Marknik stood up suddenly, his eyes panicking, "It's not me, I don't know either!"

All the doubts in Fulesman's mind were resolved, and he could no longer believe a single word he said.

"You took advantage of our stubbornness to drag us here, and tried your best to buy time for the enemy. Sure enough, everything is a conspiracy, you traitor!"

After analyzing all the information, Rob felt a little dizzy.

"Mr. Macnik? Treason?"

He could never imagine that this sword master who was protecting the Kingdom of Claude not long ago would betray his country and defect to the Holy Kingdom of Veratis.

"Is there some misunderstanding here, Mr. Macnick? Speak up!"

At this time, Marknick was speechless. The vice president of the Adventurer's Association couldn't be a fool.

He had no more room for explanation.

"So you are not one of the two children living in the Great Labyrinth. You cannot break the seal at all. Everything you said is a lie."

Regret emerged on Flesman's gloomy face, anger disrupted the circulation of his magic power, and tremendous pressure spread instantly.

Marknik backed away, leaning against the seal outside the portal.

The distance between him and death is slowly closing.

"I swear, I have never betrayed my country, I swear!"

Flesman remained indifferent, and the ruthlessness in his eyes had already given Marknik the final verdict.

"President Fulesman, you, you can't kill me. I told you that it will take more time to unlock the seal. You must believe me!"

Marknik tried to make a final struggle, "Without me, you will always be stuck in that big maze!"

Colorful fireflies appeared in front of Flesman, moving and intersecting.

A magic array with extremely complex patterns gradually took shape.

"McKnick, you are a complete liar. I have begun to doubt whether you are a citizen of the Kingdom of Claude."

The attack of a disaster-level magician cannot be easily resisted by a LV5.

Marknik's men scattered, and no one was willing to stay with him.

In panic, Marknik drew the magic sword from his waist with trembling hands and tried to fight back and escape.

But Sosk's sword was always hovering in the air near him, ready to pierce his body at any time.

"Great! Fortunately, we made it in time."

Rob was thankful that he had the help of that supporter, which enabled him to arrive here in time.

Otherwise, by the time he found Flesman, the negotiations in the North might have been over.

Next, they only need to return along the same route and leave the dungeon to create invisible pressure on the Holy Kingdom, thus affecting the outcome of the negotiations.

Flesman didn't say anything more. He was used by Marknik in this way entirely because he, as a leader, misjudged the situation.

He must take full responsibility.

Without hesitation, Flosman acted decisively, leaving Marknik no chance to escape.

"I can't make another mistake."

The scorching magic power surged out from the magic circle in front of Fulesman and instantly gathered into a giant flaming three-headed python.

Wherever the fire python roams, the space fluctuates due to the scorching temperature.

Marknik looked up and saw that the entire sky was obscured by the coiled body of the fire python.

"No, don't kill me, I finally avenged my father and became a sword master, I can't die yet!

Rob, you damn bastard, why are you here, why!

If you hadn't been so nosy, I would have been able to complete my mission, damn it!"

Just when the giant fire python was about to devour Marknik, the space in front of him suddenly distorted.

A thin, hunchbacked old man suddenly appeared, wearing a snow-white robe that symbolized holiness.

He pointed the black crystal wand in his hand forward, and a defensive magic took shape instantly.

The fire python crashed into the old man's defensive barrier with all its might, and its huge body was instantly shattered by its own impact force.

The raging fire instantly formed a barrier, blocking everyone's view.

When the flames fade away, the blue color appears.

Fulesman was surprised to find that the defensive barrier had not moved at all and was still intact.

Seeing this scene, the members of [Nameless] opened their eyes wide.

"The president's high-level fire attack magic was intercepted just like that?"

"Didn't the president use [Overclocking Magic Amplification]?"

"Impossible! How could the president make such a low-level mistake?"

The result of the collision between offensive magic and defensive magic was unexpectedly a one-sided situation.

There are only two possibilities for this situation.

First, the magic of one side is of a higher rank.

Second, one side’s spellcaster has a higher level.

Fulesman's deep eyes stared at the old man behind the defensive magic, and a thin layer of sweat appeared on his forehead.

"Could it be...super-level magic?"

Cassius and Shana took a closer look and were both stunned.

"Lord Archbishop?"

"Why would the Archbishop, who never leaves the cathedral, suddenly appear here?"