What? Theresis Was Beaten Up?
"You're saying Theresis was beaten up?"
Kazdel, Military Commission Council Chamber.
The Sanguinarch looked at the Confessor in front of him as if he had seen a ghost, the wine glass in his hand nearly slipping from his grasp.
"Explain this to me. What exactly do you mean by 'Theresis was beaten up'?"
He still couldn't comprehend what those words meant when put together.
Theresis—that's Theresis we're talking about!
Even though the Sanguinarch had led the Vampire Royal Court for so many years, he didn't dare claim he could actually defeat Theresis. The man had, after all, fought his way out of genuine battlefields.
Honestly, given the political atmosphere in Kazdel, where rebellion and assassination were as common as a home-cooked meal, if they didn't have strength, even if the siblings were two of the Six Heroes who once saved Kazdel, two hundred years would have been enough for them to die countless times.
Since when did a Sarkaz Demon King ever meet a peaceful end?
Moreover, the siblings had no faction behind them. Before becoming heroes, one was a guard and the other a seamstress; their backgrounds were clear as day.
If it weren't for the fact that the two of them were simply too good at fighting, would the warmongers in Kazdel have obediently crawled into their holes for two hundred years to recuperate? Not every Royal Court was like the Banshees, who chose to isolate themselves.
Take the Foragers, for instance. They seemed full of talent, and their army's strength could be called the best among the Sarkaz, but two hundred years without large-scale war had left the successors within the Foragers increasingly lackluster.
The fact that the siblings could suppress them for two hundred years was already impressive enough.
And now, the leader of the Confessors—or rather, the former White-Horned Demon King, the One Who Knocks at the Gate, Quisatustar—had said it himself.
Although this man's identity was a secret, it couldn't be hidden from the Sanguinarch.
"Not just beaten," Quisatustar spoke, "but beaten miserably. He didn't have the slightest power to fight back."
Hearing this, the Sanguinarch couldn't help but straighten his posture. "Truly?"
The nearby Forager King also gripped his long staff tighter, and the Shapeshifter Collective nearby widened its eyes and leaned in...
In response to the Sanguinarch's doubt, Quisatustar recalled the pathetic state Theresis was in when he left.
Pummeled back and forth like a sandbag. That ironclad person's invulnerable armor was simply too much of a counter for a warrior like Theresis; he was beaten to the point where he couldn't even strike back.
"It couldn't be truer," Quisatustar nodded seriously. The moment he saw Theresis being hammered into the ground, he had rushed back to Kazdel to report the news.
He hadn't even stopped to catch his breath.
"Pure fantasy," the Forager King clearly didn't believe it. "Theresis's strength is obvious to all. Even if the Witch King were resurrected, he wouldn't be able to treat him like a sandbag."
At least against the Witch King, Theresis would be able to fight back; he might even have a chance of winning.
"But he doesn't seem like the type to make up nonsense," the Shapeshifter Collective said with a smile. "Right, Quisatustar? You may be despicable and shameless, but at least for now, the Military Commission's goals and yours don't conflict, do they?"
"Whether it's true or not, won't you know once you go and take a look?" Quisatustar ignored the evaluation of him and simply said, "In any case, the person is still there."
"Who can guarantee this isn't a trap?" The Sanguinarch chuckled, mocking him. "A trap to lure us Royal Court Lords out alone, away from our armies, to concentrate power for a decapitation strike?"
"Theresia... Hah, she seems like such a merciful person normally, but when it's time to make a decision, she can be more ruthless than anyone!"
Otherwise, how could she sit securely on the throne of the Demon King?
"But if the intelligence is true, we cannot leave Theresis behind," the Shapeshifter Collective considered more factors.
"Sending people to scout now and then waiting for the report would take too long. There are too many variables. A decision must be made immediately."
"Uh, actually, there's no need to be in such a hurry," Quisatustar shook his head upon hearing this. "That person is very restrained. Theresia also said it was just to give Theresis a beating; she won't go for the kill."
"You believe the Demon King's promise?" The Sanguinarch scoffed. "Quisatustar—oh, no, White-Horned Demon King, the One Who Knocks at the Gate—you think the Demon King's word is trustworthy?"
"Heh, perhaps some of your bloodline were naive enough to believe you over the years, but where are they now?"
"Oh, they've all become bodies for you, haven't they?"
Hearing this, the other two Royal Court Lords looked at their noses and hearts, remaining silent.
Quisatustar truly lived up to his history as a former Demon King; he didn't show even a hint of extra emotion. "I won't deny what you said, but right now, Theresis's situation is more important."
"What should we do?"
Hearing this, everyone in the meeting hall looked toward the Forager King.
As the Sarkaz god of war, even the Sanguinarch had to look to his thoughts at a time like this.
"Assemble the army," the Forager King spoke. "Whether Theresia just wants to teach Theresis a lesson or it's an ambush for a decapitation strike, we will march there with the army!"
As the Sarkaz god of war, his approach was simple and crude. Even a lion must use its full strength when hunting a rabbit. They would directly summon the elites and strike; all conspiracies and tricks would be useless.
While he spoke, his long staff already rippled with dark waves. Within Kazdel, countless spirit banners rose like a flock of crows with the wind, sounding the horn of war!
A wave of blood surged beneath the Sanguinarch. Summoned Vampires took to the sky, merging into a river of blood.
The elite soldiers of the Military Commission also received their orders and began to leave their camps. Dense ranks of soldiers started marching toward the outskirts of Kazdel.
"There's still a bit of time," seeing the others mobilizing their forces, the solitary Shapeshifter Collective rubbed its nose, feeling a bit awkward. It could only look toward Quisatustar, who also hadn't moved. "Tell me, what's the background of that person who's beating Theresis's head in?"
"Background? I don't know," Quisatustar shook his head. "Theresia called them a mercenary, and they didn't seem particularly close."
"The person looks like a soft girl with no racial characteristics, but she can summon a suit of silver-white combat armor out of thin air. That armor is extraordinary; Theresis's saber couldn't even leave a mark on it."
When he had returned to report, Xia Yu had not yet taken off the armor to fight.
"With the armor's enhancement, that person's strength and speed exceed Theresis's. In such a case, even the most exquisite martial arts are useless against an enemy who is stronger than you and invulnerable to blades."
The several Royal Court Lords looked grave upon hearing this.
While they also had the confidence to fight Theresis—aside from the Shapeshifter Collective, both the Sanguinarch and the Forager King felt they had a winning chance—they definitely couldn't achieve a crushing victory over Theresis based purely on physical attributes.
Their winning chances were entirely dependent on Arts.
Or rather, experts like Theresis—who didn't rely on Arts but instead dominated through a robust body and peerless martial skills—were the minority. The vast majority of top-tier experts on the continent had their own specialized Arts.
"Is this considered good news?" The Sanguinarch began to look eager. "Perhaps Arts will work?"
"We'll know once we try," the Forager King looked at the gathering army outside. "The time to march has come!"
Meanwhile, outside the Scar Mall.
Theresis, who had been kicked away once again, stood up panting.
How many times had it been?
Ten? Twenty?
In any case, the surrounding earth had been plowed into a mess; everywhere were the marks he had 'cultivated' with his own body.
Clearly, that person only came up to his chest, but her strength and speed simply crushed him.
And the opponent was very relaxed. After all, given the combat power of the two, changing the terrain was normal, but Theresis had already struck with full force, yet the surrounding terrain was only plowed with deep trenches.
It was obvious the opponent still had strength to spare to control her power during the fight.
"A tyrant?" Theresis looked at his younger sister, who was smiling quite wantonly. He knew that saying anything to the mercenary girl, whose face was written with nothing but 'fight,' was useless. His younger sister was the employer.
"This path is very difficult."
"No matter how difficult, I still want to try walking it," Theresia shook her head. "At worst, I'll just suppress things for another hundred years. I've already suppressed the Sarkaz for two hundred years anyway."
A hundred years of time should be enough for a genius like the Doctor to bring the Sarkaz's technological level up to the mainstream.
Well, her thinking was still too conservative.
"Is it Kal'tsit who gave you this confidence?" Hearing this, Theresis looked at the Firefly in front of him. "This unknown expert—did she find them for you as well?"
Such a strong individual could never be nameless. Therefore, she must have been found by Kal'tsit—that woman who has countless ties to the Pre-History. Only she could do such a thing.
"Uh, you could say that," Theresia thought about it. They were here for the Doctor, and the Doctor was someone Kal'tsit had led her to dig up. Rounding it off, it wasn't wrong to say they were brought by Kal'tsit.
"I'm truly fortunate," Theresis smiled upon hearing this. "If she had deployed such an expert in that battle two hundred years ago, we couldn't have won."
"If she had found me two hundred years ago, I would have only joined you all in wringing her neck," Xia Yu said with a stoic face. "Leading an army into someone else's homeland to carry out a massacre, hmph."
"You aren't on the same side?" Theresis was somewhat surprised.
"I told you, she's my person," Theresia's smile grew even more gentle. "Well, at least for now, she's my person."
"Only, didn't you not understand our history here before?" She looked at Xia Yu.
"Just now, while fighting, I took a look at the work reports from the Tarnished and Bailu," Xia Yu said seriously. "Your place here has a lot of value."
"Value? How come I can't see what value this land has?" Hearing this, Theresis stopped fighting and directly leaned on his sword to continue chatting.
Mainly, he couldn't win anyway... being hammered like a sandbag... he had his pride too.
He had already lost completely, so he wouldn't entangle himself further. He would wait for the army to arrive.
Theresia's eyebrows curved like willow leaves. She knew that the 'value' the other spoke of didn't lie in the land at all, but in the Doctor.
Sigh, she still needed to connect with the Doctor more.
"All things have value," Xia Yu said seriously. "What I am good at is only fighting and destruction; I don't have multifaceted talents like they do."
"So I trust their assessment."
"An aid request that can be sent to me, or rather, an application that pulled me out of Amphoreus, shows that your value is immeasurable."
"So, what exactly is the situation with Amphoreus?" Theresia asked curiously.
"Hmm... how should I put it," Xia Yu scratched her head in frustration, organized her words, and then said, "Although the starry sky here is fake, you should still have the concept of the universe, right?"
"Yes," Theresis nodded. Although the Sarkaz had a high illiteracy rate, he was still very cultured.
"The problem with Amphoreus is that, if things go wrong, the life on all the stars you can see would be finished," Xia Yu said gravely. "Including yours."
"Is it that serious?" Theresia felt quite unwell after hearing this.
"Very serious," Xia Yu nodded. "That is the Original Scepter after all, something even the Doctor would drool over. If they had that thing back then, the Pre-History wouldn't have been so tragic. The things bred inside are even more bizarre."
"Pre-History..." Theresis gave Xia Yu a deep look.
He knew it!
How could an unrecorded powerhouse suddenly pop up in the world? A powerhouse capable of pinning him down and hammering him!
Coupled with that high-tech armor... she really was from the Pre-History!
Where did Kal'tsit dig up this antique?
And what was the Scepter System? Something that could extinguish all the stars?
Who was the Doctor?
For the first time, Theresis felt that Kazdel's affairs had exceeded his control. His younger sister seemed to have secretly done quite a lot.
He could hardly understand the current situation.
"Don't worry, with the Alliance fleet there and Sister Acheron holding the line," Xia Yu gave Theresia a thumbs-up, "it should be fine."
Fine my foot. If Amphoreus appeared in this universe without the existence of Aeons, the entire universe would most likely be doomed...
Wait, that's not right. Without Aeons, even if the Iron Curtain hatched, it couldn't connect to Nous.
Without Nous, it still wants to delete all life in the universe?
Hah.
You're using a sword from an outer universe to cut my local official?
At most, it's just a large-scale Emanator, and its best methods have been banned. Acheron really could kick it around like a ball!
But that was all too far away.
Xia Yu looked toward the army surging from the direction of Kazdel.
"Confirming once more," she looked at Theresia, "just giving them all a beating is enough, right?"
"Can you do it?" Theresia asked.
"I can."
"Then let's give them a beating," her smile became even more brilliant. "Especially those few leading them!"
"Give them a sound thrashing for me!"
"Understood," hearing this, Xia Yu summoned Sam once again.
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