Original God's Dark Priest

When a person is strong enough, he doesn't need to do what he wants to do himself.

Such as this time.

Safir went into the tent to rest. The tent was arranged by Dianaila, and a small table was thoughtfully prepared for it.

She sat in a chair beside the table, propping her head up in thought.

She was certainly not thinking about the Tanit tribe. In her eyes, the few people here were not enough to attract her attention and could be destroyed with a flick of the hand.

She was thinking about other things.

Zoya came to her tent, said nothing, half-knelt on the ground, and remained silent.

With Zoya here, Saphir naturally couldn't continue thinking about her own things. She tilted her head to look at Zoya who was kneeling on the ground and frowned slightly.

Although Zoya came from the Hearth House, she was not her direct descendant after all, so they were not that familiar with each other, and Zoya did not know her very well.

But she knew what Zoya was thinking, so she said, "If you think my approach is unreasonable, you can just say it directly. There's no need to express your position to me in this way."

"No, Lord Safir, I just don't quite understand, and I haven't figured out how to ask." Zoya lowered her head, and Safir couldn't see her expression.

But all this was not a problem for Safir. She chuckled and said, "Your stubbornness is kind of cute. You can't accept that I gave away your research results casually, right?"

"I dare not." Zoya replied.

She really didn't dare to complain, but she dared to run to Saphir to express her dissatisfaction.

Saphir looked at the girl who had lived with him in Hearth House and shook his head. "Repairing that huge relic machine is an achievement, and I don't want to erase your achievement."

"Then why does your Excellency..." Zoya raised her head in surprise, revealing her eyes.

Her eyes were slightly red, and she was obviously aggrieved.

Safir twitched his lips, and instead of answering the question immediately, he asked, "Am I usually too kind to you, so you dare to come and cry in front of me?"

Zoya quickly wiped her eyes and suppressed the grievance in her heart.

I have to admit that there is indeed a reason why she dared to do this, but she can't say this casually, otherwise she will be killed.

"Forget it, get up now." Saphir felt a little bored. "Babel wanted to use Marcela's matter to throw dirty water on me, but Asarige threw the dirty water back. Can you understand the twists and turns?"

Zoya shook her head in confusion. To be honest, she really didn't know why this happened.

Seeing her ignorance, Saphir was not annoyed, but patiently explained: "Asarig has ulterior motives. He wants to betray Barbel. It must have been Barbel's idea to bring Marcela's head here, and the message should have been directed at me.

Although I don't know why Barbelle thought that passing on this message would be disadvantageous to me, she was provoking me by doing so.

Asarig foiled Babel's conspiracy. He thought that I would look up to him, so this matter was like his token of allegiance.

It's a pity that he underestimated me, or rather, thought too highly of himself. His token of allegiance was not significant enough."

"If you want, you can just kill Marcela directly. Why go through so much trouble?" Zoya for a moment stopped thinking about the research data.

Saphir raised an eyebrow: "You know I want to kill him?"

"The murderous intent in your eyes cannot be faked. Anyone with a discerning eye can see it." Zoya nodded with certainty. If any other executive was here, she would not dare to say this, but she dared to say it to Saphir.

Saphir suddenly stood up and looked outside the tent. Tadella couldn't help peeking over here. "But it wasn't me who did it, was it?"

As she spoke, she picked up a stack of letters on the table. On it was something similar to a person's diary, which recorded the deaths of many people from the Tanit tribe, including the incident of Gabriel falling off a cliff.

"Marcela must die, and so must Barbelle." Her eyes flashed scarlet light, "I handed Barbelle a knife, and the knife cut off Marcela's head in an instant.

Babel is very decisive, she probably thinks that her actions will win further support from the Fatui…” Saphir said in a gloomy tone, and Zoya suddenly had an idea: This woman doesn’t look like a good person!

Saphir didn't know what Zoya was thinking, and said to himself: "Now, the second knife... has also been sent out."

"Sir, will you take it back?" Zoya was more concerned about the information she had worked so hard to research.

Saphir looked at her, and after a few seconds he smiled brightly: "Why should I compete with you for merits? Do you think I don't have enough merits?"

"No!" Zoya lowered her head and her tone became much more relaxed. She understood completely now!

Seeing that she understood, Saphir nodded slightly. Although this girl was not very spiritual and a little dull, she still had some brains. Moreover, such a person would speak out whatever he thought, and would not do anything shameful in secret, so he could be trusted to work with her.

After confirming Zoya, Saphir ordered: "Notify them to rest here for a day, and then we will go back."

"Why one day? This..." Zoya was about to ask, but suddenly realized, "Your Excellency means... to give those people some time to prepare?"

"If you want a good show to start, it naturally needs to be carefully crafted, which takes time." Safire nodded.

Zoya understood, and then asked one last question: "So, what about those weird chess pieces? Don't you want them anymore?"

"Throw it over to the chessboard of God, someone may need it." Saphir waved his hand and let Zoya go out.

Nothing happened that night. On the second day, due to Saphir's deliberate delay, the Fatui did not start to pack up the camp until noon.

Tadla calmed down a lot after a night, and was staying beside Safir in a depressed mood. She wanted to help, but she didn't know how to help those people clean up, because it might be a bit of a hindrance if she went forward rashly, so she could only follow Safir and watch.

Seeing Little Falcon's expression, Saphir knew that she had probably figured it out, but he was still unsure of what she was thinking, so he asked, "What are you thinking about?"

"Mr. Executor, you wanted to kill Marcela from the beginning, right?" As soon as Tadella opened her mouth, Dieannala, who was not far away, slowed down her movements.

Although a little guy is not enough to pose a threat to Safir, she will not allow someone with bad intentions to be around Safir.

Safir didn't care. She asked in a relaxed manner, "Why do you think so?"

"Eyes. A murderous look cannot be hidden." Tadella said, and then paused, "Maybe you did it on purpose, deliberately letting me see your eyes."

Safir laughed: "You are young, but you are quite scheming? I deliberately let you know that I want to kill your father? What good will this do for me?"

Tadella shook her head: "I don't know."

She just guessed that Saphir's behavior was too strange, and the things her subordinates did made people very concerned.

Tadella always felt that there was a hidden meaning behind everything these people did, and she was a little suspicious now.

"I don't know, so don't think about it. Just tell me what you think. Marcela is dead, and you are completely free. No one will force you to do anything you want in the future." Saphir took some documents handed over by Zoya, took a look at them and put them away.

Tadella herself was also very hesitant. She didn't know where her future lay. Marcela died. Babel killed her because of a word from Saphir.

She didn't know whether she should hate or who she should hate.

To be honest, she didn't like her father. There was no affection between them. Marcela had always trained her to be a falcon, but she was not that good, so Marcela was very disappointed.

She didn't want to, but she had no choice.

She had spent the past decade or so in her short life drifting with the tide. Now, when she was suddenly asked to think about her future life, her mind went blank and she knew nothing.

"Want revenge? Babel and Marcela don't get along. Getting rid of Marcela has always been her wish. Now that she has got her wish, do you want to collect some interest?" Saphir's smile was cold, with a devil's smile on his angelic face.

Such a smile made Tadella feel frightened, but it also had a fatal attraction.

Revenge, the hatred for killing one's father is irreconcilable, so of course revenge must be taken.

Tadella's breathing became rapid, and her heart was beating.

Saphir could naturally see what Tadella was thinking, and the smile in her eyes deepened.

However, she still spoke: "I may disappoint you. We may not see Babel when we return this time."

"She's going to run away?" Tadella immediately became alert.

But Saphir shook his head. Seeing that the Fatui vanguard had already packed up, he simply started walking towards the Tanit tribe: "She didn't offend me, why is she running? Besides, she doesn't think she will be killed by me."

There is someone else who would kill him, and what Saphir has to do is naturally to prevent Tadella from killing Babel.

At first she planned to use a tougher approach, but she didn't expect that traitor Asarig would jump out. If she followed his line of thought, Safir found a softer way.

In other words, a more radical policy.

As they got closer, the group heard a loud roar mixed with explosions.

Hearing this voice, Safir and Zoya looked at each other and knew that it was done.

Tadla and Gabriel were a little nervous and unconsciously quickened their pace.

Safir calculated the time and felt that it was about time. By the time they arrived, everything would have settled. So he did not stop them, but asked the others to speed up and follow Gabriel and Tadla towards the Tanit tribe.

Outside the Tanit tribe, a huge relic machine as big as a mountain stood on the edge of the cliff, bringing tremendous psychological pressure to everyone in the tribe.

Babel stood not far from the relic machine, her eyes darkened: "Asarig! What do you want to do?"

That's right, the person who drove the Relic Machine here was Asarig. Saphir gave him all the content that Zoya had researched. Asarig had some research on the Relic Machine. He took his people to repair the Relic Machine, and now the machine has been restarted.

Although it can only be opened with difficulty and moved here due to insufficient energy, it is enough.

Through the laser weapons of the Relic Heavy Machine, he can completely intimidate everyone in the Tanit tribe.

Asarig said in high spirits: "Babel, you appear to be submissive on the surface, but you actually have evil intentions behind your back. I have noticed that you are trying to betray the Executor, and I have also told her."

"What did you say?" Barbelle was stunned. She didn't expect that her favorite child would betray her. She couldn't accept it for a while.

Seeing Babel's stunned expression, Asarig sneered: "Do you think you can have a good ending if the truth is revealed? If you assassinate the executive officer, you will attract the retaliation of the Kingdom of Winter.

See this big guy? The Solstice gave me all their research data! I have a force that you can't even begin to match!

To obtain these, you naturally need to pay a small price, Babel... Madam, please make a small sacrifice."

"You!" Babel felt heartbroken. She really didn't like Saphir and had thought about betraying him, but definitely not in the way Asarig said.

The other people in the Tanit tribe were actually very dissatisfied with Safir because of what happened in the past few days. Two people died because of her when she came here. Many people thought that Safir was a weird girl and didn't want to have any contact with her.

But now after hearing what Babel had done, they realized that this time Babel had offended Saphir badly. Now, Asarig had come back to seize power, and they had to take sides.

Following Babel would undoubtedly lead to death, but Asarig seemed to have completely sided with Saphir, so he should be able to survive.

Under the threat of life, the choice is clear: no one will die with Barbelle.

So, after Babel's feeble argument, Asarig tied her up.

Even after being caught, Babel still had a glimmer of hope in her heart. After all, she knew very well what she had done, and as long as Saphir came, this little thing would not cost her life.

At worst, she'll just give in completely.

A mistress is still more valuable.

But unfortunately, just because she thought so didn't mean that others thought the same, especially Asarig.

He was also very clear about what Babel had done. After all, he was the one who delivered the message. If Babel and Saphir met, and this woman begged for mercy, what would happen if Saphir happened to be in a good mood and forgave her?

By then, Babel will still be the mistress, so what will he, Asarig, be?

After thinking through all the key points, Asarig made up his mind and raised his knife to chop at Barbelle, who had no power to resist.

Under Babel's shocked and horrified gaze, the long knife was swung down, and blood splattered.

The matriarch of the Tanit tribe died at the hands of her own people.

Others were shocked to see Asarig being so decisive, but they did not dare to say anything because the person behind Asarig was the Fatui executive.

Asarig breathed a sigh of relief. Now that Babel was dead, the Tanit tribe and the huge ruins machine all belonged to him. In the future, he would become the unattainable king of this desert.

He was not depressed at all because he had killed his own woman. After all, what was waiting for him was a higher power. He had long wanted to stop being manipulated by this stinky woman. In fact, the figure of Saphir even appeared in his mind from time to time in the past two days.

Compared to Babel, Safir did look much younger, but the younger the girl, the more attractive she was to him. Especially since Safir was not a woman from the desert, her fair skin always made him have wild thoughts.

Of course, he didn't dare to speak out such dirty thoughts. Some things should only be thought about in the mind. If they are spoken out, they will be close to death.

Asarig was well aware of this.

Finally, under the leadership of Saphir, the Fatui returned to the camp of the Tanit tribe.

Naturally, they were greeted by Asarig and the rest of the tribesmen, some of whom had hateful eyes.

In the eyes of the people of the Tanit tribe, Asarig was just relying on the power of others to bully others. If it weren't for Safiir, Babel would not have died. These people were all from Babel's lineage. They once believed in Asarig so much, but now, this man had betrayed Babel.

What about the future? Will he betray Tanit because of Saphir?

Seeing Asarig, Saphir grabbed Tadla's left hand and squeezed it gently, then let go and walked towards him.

Tadla understood that Safier was asking her not to act rashly.

Asarige forced out a smile that he thought was appropriate, and just as he was about to speak, he heard Saphir say, "Where's Babel? I have something to ask her."

"She..." Asarig was about to say that she was dead.

Then Saphir continued, "Didn't I ask you to transfer the relevant technology of the Relic Machine to her? Now that this thing is coming, she hides herself? Is she destroying the bridge after crossing it?"

When he said this, Saphir's face showed just the right amount of confusion and coldness.

In that instant, Asarig felt as if he had fallen into an icy cave.