Lord of Glory

At this time, the Night Owls met on the first floor of the Ulysses Mage Tower. ． COM Rodrian, wearing a blood-red Night Owl robe, shouted nervously to Ulysses behind the desk in front of him: "What to do! You are the leader of the Thirteen Night Watchmen, and you are also an elder. This incident is simply a disaster for us!" After that, Rodrian shook his fat body and slammed the documents in his hand on the table. There was just a snap, and such a violent whipping that the magic lamp hanging on the golden lamp stand flashed.

But Ulysses, like Rodrian, was wearing the red robe unique to the Night Owls. A few days have passed, and it seems that a few wrinkles have appeared on the already old Ulysses' face again. The corners of his eyes and the ridges on his cheeks gave him a feeling of twilight sadness. His eyes that were gradually becoming chaotic moved slightly. Ulysses stretched out his hands that were as dry as tree branches, let the documents on the table float to him, and turned the pages in the air.

Seeing this, Rodrian sighed, ran to sit on the red sofa next to him, poured himself a cup of black tea, and just sat there, looking at Ulysses intently. After a while, Rodrian, who was drinking black tea, could clearly see a slight flash of nervousness in his cloudy eyes. I saw Ulysses slowly putting down the documents and straightening his back, which was tired from this huge matter.

His eyes were full of spirit, and he looked at Rodrian and said: "The Knights Hospitaller, the Executive Officer of the Inquisition, the five legions of the Engelland Empire, and hundreds of thousands of people are about to attack our Night Owl Society? Now they have arrived outside the forest. . It won’t take a few days for the troops to attack the city?” The question-like tone made Rodrian, who was not shocked, feel an unknown anger. He immediately stood up and shouted angrily: "That's right!"

But as soon as Rodrian finished speaking, Ulysses not only was not frightened by the tone, but even more furiously shouted: "Then why did you come to me! Where is the president! Why don't you follow the president!" "You Do you think I haven’t? The president and the six elders ignored me. I waited under the mage tower for most of the day, but they didn’t react at all!” “What!”

After hearing this answer, Ulysses also stood up from his seat, with solemnity flashing in his eyes. He looked at Rodrian and said, "Go and ask again. We, the Thirteen Night Watchmen, are supposed to guard the Night Owl Association. Now, when life and death are at stake, there is no room for slacking off. If the president still doesn’t pay any attention to us at this critical moment! Even if we commit the crime of attacking the mage tower and ask the president to lead everyone to resist, we will not hesitate!"

"Don't mess around! This is treason!" Rodrian trembled, his angry expression turned into fear, and he hurriedly tried to stop Ulysses' thoughts. But who would have thought that Ulysses frowned and shouted: "The Night Owl Society cannot protect us, and the president cannot protect us. There is no meaning of existence! The Night Owl Society has no meaning of existence either! Rodrian . Your magical attainments are low, but your power is higher than that of the Thirteen Night Watchmen. And you are the first person to enter the Night Owl Club... Are you hiding something from me?"

"I..." Rodrian subconsciously tilted his head and hesitated to speak. Ulysses, who was already doubtful, became more convinced and stepped forward to put pressure on him: "You have to understand that if we don't make any resistance to this invasion, an army of hundreds of thousands of people will be there before the elves." Some crush the Night Owl Club that we have worked so hard to build! To be honest, this so-called president has done nothing but show up once in a while. The current scale of the Night Owl Club was built by me and you. Why? Our blood and sweat. But it’s exclusive to this guy who doesn’t have to do anything? Now because he doesn’t care, is he going to give away our achievements? What’s the difference between this and those humble commoners being exploited by nobles!”…,

"Okay, goodbye, I'll tell you the truth!" Under such pressure, Rodrian's expression, which was already a little shaken, became firm, and he suddenly raised his head and looked at Ulysses. Secret: "Actually, the six elders and the president Sam Redo are just puppets. There is someone else who really controls the Night Owl Society."

Upon hearing the news, Ulysses just raised his eyebrows slightly, but didn't have much reaction. Maybe such an idea has already existed in his mind. However, Rodrian didn't react much when seeing Ulysses, nor was he surprised. But the next paragraph. But it really shocked Ulysses. I heard Rodrian take a deep sip of black tea, adjust his tone before speaking: "Actually, the president Sam Ruido and the six elders do not exist, or they control our Night Owl Association, From the beginning to the end, it was the man behind the scenes."

"What?" asked Ulysses, who subconsciously asked a question, but the latter still explained calmly: "Among the six elders, two elders were once my friends. And the president, Sam Redo, , before the Dead City incident a few years ago, he was just an unknown president of the Mages Association. His own strength was just like me, an ordinary great magician. Do you know what this means? ?”

"Could it be..." "That's right." Rodrian thought of the guy wearing a white mask and existing like a god, with a hint of fear in his tone: "A puppet, or more appropriately, a container. No matter it is The president, or the six elders, are all just puppets of that existence. Every move, word and deed is controlled by the mastermind behind the scenes. To a certain extent, they are actually the same person."

"Are you kidding? This is not about making alchemy puppets, but the realm of living soul magic! How can someone in the world be able to split their own souls and then be crushed and controlled by the consciousness of multiple people?" "You forgot. , did Sam Redo save me? At that time, I should have returned to Belair's arms, but I was saved. My Ulysses, you should be very aware of the overwhelming strength. , and the means to recapture the soul from the hands of God! The ability to resurrect from the dead! You should know better than me what kind of existence such a guy is!"

"The God-Rebel!" Ulysses blurted out with a look of shock on his face! But seeing Rodrian's calm look confirmed his suspicion. He couldn't help but take a few steps back, and sat down on the chair. His expression was full of pain: "Let's take the other night watchmen and look for this existence together. Although we don't know what his plan is to cultivate us. But if there is still value, he will not ignore it. Let's go again Let’s talk!”

Upon hearing this, Rodrian, who was about to stop him, suddenly stopped. Yes, this is the only way at the moment. No matter how powerful a dark wizard is, facing an offensive of hundreds of thousands of troops, he can only lie down and beg for death. Run or die. Rodrian naturally didn't want to die, but he was so happy here that he didn't want to escape. He really had to face it for the first time, the existence that was like a god in his memory!

"Okay! I'll call the others!" Rodrian made a decisive decision. But just as he turned around, he suddenly stopped and without looking back, he lowered his voice and said, "Be prepared to escape." After hearing this, he looked at Ulysses, who was leaving without looking back at Rodrian. He sighed heavily again. . (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to (.) to vote for recommendations and monthly votes. Your support is my biggest motivation.)