Chapter 217: Meeting the Prophet of Mass

"The Emperor really thinks highly of me by letting me destroy the heroes."

A man with a shaved head looked at the decree in his hand with a sneer on his face.

He is Brandon Fitou, the current first marshal of the Nordel Empire.

"Are we going to do it, Marshal?" whispered the confidant beside him.

Brandon glanced at him and said, "The Emperor has given the order, can we not do it?"

"So how far should we go?" Qin Xin said.

"Of course we have to wipe them out completely. Of course, we have to let that hero fake his death and escape." Brandon narrowed his eyes. "But it depends on whether he knows what's best for him. If he doesn't, we'll make him a dead dog."

From what he said, he showed no intention of taking the Pillar Hero seriously.

In Brandon's eyes, the Pillar Hero was just like the Prophet of the Mass, both of them were fakes who could be easily controlled.

If he hadn't been gathering strength, he would have wiped out the Mass rebels long ago.

But would the truth really be as he thought?

"Are you going to hit me?" Ash listened to Nas's report without any surprise.

He was also aware of the special nature of the title of hero, and knew that if he came out with this title, he would definitely be targeted by the Nordel Empire.

But he was not afraid. It was not like he had never faced an entire country alone.

"How many branches has the Golden Scale Guard conquered?" asked Yaxiu.

"Thirty-four already. The rest should be taken down within three days," Nas replied.

Ash nodded slightly: "How long will it take for the Imperial Army to send troops over there?"

"Five days or one day." Nas said, "Five days is the time it takes for the Dragon Hunters to go out, and one day is the time it takes for the Wind Eagles to go out."

"The officer I control is not of a very high rank, so I don't know which of the two regiments the marshal will send out."

"Why can't we be sure?" Ash tapped the table with his fingers. "The movement of the regiment should be easy to determine."

"The person I controlled was stuffed with a lot of false information, and I couldn't tell the difference." Nas waved his tentacles.

Yaxiu paused tapping his fingers on the table and narrowed his eyes. "Did you try to find the person who gave him the message?"

"Yes." Nas nodded, "That person belongs to a special department, specializing in internal confidentiality and supervision."

"Tell me when you find it." Ash licked his teeth, finally finding some clues.

Although it was a special department, Ash's intuition told him that this department was probably closely related to the hidden Chosen One of Tzeentch.

"Yes." Nas nodded his antenna again.

A day later, nothing happened except that the Golden Scale Guards captured four more branches.

"It looks like the Dragon Hunters are coming, or maybe two of them are coming together."

Ash shook the pen in his hand. It had been a day and the Wind Eagle Regiment had not come. It was obvious that the Dragon Hunting Regiment, the strongest regiment in the empire, had come to destroy them, and it was not ruled out that the Wind Eagle Regiment would come along as well.

But sending the strongest team directly here really shows how good they are at acting.

Ash knew that although the Dragon Hunters came here to kill him, it was mostly a show.

After all, how can you show the enemy's strength without giving your all?
"Wu and Shu united to fight against Wei."

Ash sighed and felt that the situation in the Nordel Empire was really interesting. The Mass rebels wanted the emperor's life, the emperor wanted the marshal's life, and the marshal also wanted the emperor's life.

'I don't know who Sima is. It's quite interesting to watch.'

'What a pity! I came here to lift the plate.'

Ash stood up and stretched, then left the room. It was time to go see the prophet.

High in the sky, Ash looked down at the city below, a hint of surprise appeared in his molten gold eyes.

Floating city, no wonder it can move according to rumors.

Relying on his [Fire Eyes and Golden Pupils], Ash immediately saw through the essence of this city.

The floating city is quite an ancient thing. Nowadays, mages are reluctant to build it because it is difficult to use.

The floating city you think of is standing high in the sky, with a protective shield that can pour fire downwards, allowing you to fight and escape, and the enemy cannot catch up.

However, the actual floating city and glass cannon will shatter at the slightest touch, and a slightly stronger attack can cause the floating city to vibrate and break apart, not to mention a specific attack.

After a period of cracking and anti-cracking, the mages ruthlessly abandoned the idea of the floating city and chose the Mage Tower, a building that can defend the city and output damage from a standing position, as their main building.

Even if they had to choose floating war machines, mages would choose smaller and more compact machines such as airships and airships.

Ash didn't expect to see the floating city again a thousand years after everyone abandoned it.

'It's convenient for me to take it away.'

Glancing at the top brass plotting or enjoying themselves in their respective mansions, Ash shook his head, as expected, the top brass were all rotten.

In a study, the prophet Misa was reading a book, but then he suddenly looked up and asked, "You're here?"

"You knew I was coming?" Ash said, sitting casually on a chair.

"No, I just know that you will come sooner or later." Misa shook his head.

Ash leaned back in his chair, "In that case, guess what I came here for?"

"Seize power." said Misa.

Ash nodded, indifferent: "Count it as one."

"One?" Misa wondered, "Then is there anything else here that is worthy of your covetousness?"

"The person behind you." Ash said.

"The one behind me?" Misa was even more confused. "There is no one behind me."

"Really?" Ash tapped his knees with his fingers. "Then why did you revolt in the first place? There were so many revolts before, why didn't you join in? Why don't you revolt now, Feifei?"

"Because the brutality of the empire has come upon me." Misa sighed, "If I don't resist, I will die."

"It's a reasonable argument." Ash nodded, "You weren't instigated by anyone at the time. Think about it carefully!"

The last sentence was so powerful that Misa couldn't help but recall it carefully. In the end, he shook his head and said:

"There were too many people inciting me at the time, including my children, my grandchildren, and my servants. I can't tell who you want to find specifically."

"Tsk, you really know how to hide!"

Ash clicked his tongue. Although he didn't expect to know the whereabouts of Tzeentch's Chosen One from the mass, he was still unhappy that he couldn't get it.

"Write down the names of all the people in the empire who have given you support. I can use them." Ash said.

"Okay." A book appeared in Misa's hand and he passed it to Ash. "Here is their list and contact information."

Ash took the book with a bit of surprise: "I didn't expect you to be so self-conscious. Why?"

"I'm afraid of death." Misa pointed at himself, "Although I know I'm not worthy of the title of prophet, I still have some ability."

Predictable?
Ash flipped through the list, then stood up and said:
"Retire in peace, Miss Prophet."

"Yes, my lord."

(End of this chapter)

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