Chapter 91 The End

"The fireball is coming! Everyone be on the lookout to intercept it!"

Just then, a clear breeze brushed by and a message reached their ears, and everyone was shaken and seasoned, ready to meet the baptism.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

The fireballs kept being blasted in the sky, turning into a rain of fire and falling down.

One, two ... five ... until finally forty-three ...

Another large number of houses were burnt down, a large number of people, soldiers were burnt and killed, a rescue operation that did not end until the afternoon.

It was as if nothing had ever changed.

The clouds in the sky never receded.

They were like little worms in a sandbox, locked up, unable to leave, unable to resist their fate, played with by an invisible hand of terror!

The sky was still blue, but in everyone's eyes, the sun was no longer visible at all ...

In the basement, the bickering became more and more intense.

On the ground, all the soldiers gave the latest order from the Lord of Ireland.

All the Lords, if they still wanted to live, to dig a passage and live underground for the time being!

Many of the lords began to do the same.

But others remained stubborn and stayed above ground, or kept thinking of escaping from the cage

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

Seemingly noticing that the little bugs on the ground had gone underground, the attackers in the sky struck more and more often, constantly bombarding the surface, almost daily.

Some spell casters, whose magic simply could not keep up with the consumption, were eventually forced to hide underground together.

There were hardly any living people on the entire surface.

Except for a few guarding the city gates ...

The ground was bombarded frantically and the whole city turned into a sea of fire, with smoke rolling up into the sky.

This time, finally, no one came out to put out the fire.

It burned into the night and the city was reduced to rubble.

But was that the end of it all?

The answer is no!

The bombing continued.

The ground continued to shake and the people hiding underground were so frightened that they could hardly sleep at night.

As soon as they fell asleep, large numbers of people would wake up, their spirits deteriorating.

Some even became debilitated by it.

One by one, they couldn't take it anymore and even began to commit suicide!

Others, of course, ran out of the ground and took the opportunity to escape the cage.

A month soon passed.

Ten days before.

There was no more roar from the ground and everything, it seemed, had really passed.

A large number of people returned to the surface.

The whole city before them was no longer an intact house, there were ruins everywhere, the ground was scorched black and there was not a blade of grass to be seen.

It looked like a ruin that had been ravaged by centuries of time, so strange that it was frightening.

The breeze swept by, bringing up a cloud of dust.

It was like a black wind from hell.

When everyone saw this, they couldn't help but cry out in pain.

They wandered like soulless puppets.

Days passed, some regained some of their senses, others remained so, starving and wasted, some even died outright.

And the Viscount and the others, hiding in the basement, were finally sure that their attackers had left.

With smiles of relief on their faces and a hint of apprehension, they returned to the surface.

Walking towards the heart of the city, their hearts grew colder and colder as they looked at the wrecked, mute crowd.

The Irish Viscount knew that his Irish town was completely ruined!

Even though there were other towns, even if there was an Irish collar, he no longer had the strength to compete with the other Viscounts.

He had become an utter failure! A useless man who had consumed the rest of his ancestors!

He would be nailed to the pillar of shame of his clan forever!

The Viscount of Ireland seemed to feel the strange looks of those around him.

With a poof, he fell to the ground.

The subordinates around him did not raise their voices to comfort him at this time; they too were now in a state of extreme depression and mixed feelings.

Hundreds of metres around, at least fifty or sixty people, were eerily quiet at the moment.

There was only the sound of breathing.

A gentle breeze blew by, swirling up the dust in the sky.

Suddenly.

BANG!

A strange sound rang out.

It brought the disoriented crowd back to reality.

Only to see a lump of iron fall from the sky and smash into the ground.

This piece of iron, it was so familiar!

So much so that it caused everyone to subconsciously tremble, and some people directly pissed their trousers.

Could it be that the heavenly punishment had not yet passed?

They were breathing a little sharply, and in their eyes, there was despair, tension, and a hint of relief.

A few of them walked silently to the iron block.

Then they looked at the iron block and recited in a mute manner :

"All causes are caused by the Viscountess.

When the nine heavenly punishments have fallen, all karma will disappear."

...

In an instant, everyone's body shook once again, and they turned their heads around in unison, dozens of pairs of eyes staring deadly at the Viscountess.

"What the fuck ... are you doing? What is the meaning of this look in your eyes, you cunts? Do you think it's all my fault? Do you think that what is written on that iron is true?"

The Viscountess's body shook and her scalp tingled.

There was a feeling of being watched by a ghost.

But still, she stiffened her voice and roared loudly, glaring at everyone in a vicious rage.

"Damn you, Harisan! Surely it's all your fault! You got us all killed!"

"That bitch! She used to instruct her men to kill young women! Did you think we didn't know? The only reason was because the Viscount looked at them a few more times!"

"Bitch! Give back my son's life!"

"Kill her! Kill her!"

The townspeople howled like mad and poured towards the Viscountess!

"Madness! Madness! These damned pariahs are mad! Quickly! Stop them!"

The Viscountess shouted.

But that was when she discovered, to her dismay, that her husband, unknowingly, had kept a dozen metres away from her! And was still backing away silently, the pair of otherwise gentle eyes gazing at her with a gaze so strange as to be cold!

Even her children were doing the same.

Did they think, as they did, that everything was her fault?

But what exactly had she done wrong? She didn't even know!

With her mind empty, the Viscountess felt that the whole world was turning against her, and all at once, the thread in her head called sanity, snapped!

She fell into utter madness.

"Wayne! Wayne! Do something and kill these pariahs! Kill them! Those cunts! Damn them all!"

She hissed.

Archmage Wayne, who had been beside her, flicked his staff and a series of magic missiles flew out, blasting the lords with blood and wailing! Some of them died outright!

But these folk were not afraid at all, they were like zombies without souls.

And they kept on coming! In order to get to the Vicomtesse quickly, all of them poked their arms out and kept grabbing and pulling.

The madness was so intense that one's skin tingled just watching it!

The strange noise here soon attracted other people from the surrounding area, who, after getting a general idea of the situation, swarmed towards the Viscountess.

It was like a zombie frenzy!

Seeing that there were more and more people, Archmage Wayne, having shot dozens of people, was still a bit overwhelmed. Seeing that he could not protect the Viscountess, he hastily tried to use an earth spell to make the Viscountess temporarily vanish into the ground.

As a result, a shocking thing happened.

The ground's clay was still hard under his magic.

He looked back indifferently and saw Nanga, and the cold face of the Viscount of Ireland.

It was also at this point that the Viscountess was completely overwhelmed by the crowd.

Archmage Wayne hurriedly cast a defensive spell on the two of them to ward off the onslaught of the crowd.

Bang, bang, bang.

But the onslaught of the crowd had gone wild.

Feeling his own shaky shield, Archmage Wayne's body erupted into a wave of Qi, pushing some people out of the way before not caring about anything else and flying straight up into the sky.

Even though he was an Archmage, he could not withstand the endless onslaught of the crowd.

It was also at this time that the screams belonging to the Viscountess continued to emanate from the crowd, sounding a little creepy.

Archmage Wayne landed beside the Viscount with a grimace on his face and looked at Archmage Nanga and said in a deep voice:

"Are you not afraid that the Count will be held responsible for this?"

"Reprimand? We have done nothing, but you, Archmage Wayne!

The guardian sent by Harisan's father has watched the object of his protection being killed.

I wonder what our Lord Earl will think when he finds out?"

The Irish Viscount looked icy.

"You! What a cruel heart!" Archmage Wayne grimaced.

"Harisan was never a clever woman, and was always in trouble long before, and I always treated her with courtesy for her father's sake.

But I didn't expect this stupid woman to attract such a powerful person.

She got everyone killed! And caused me to lose everything!"

Archmage Wayne's face twitched at his words, he knew that all the people here were almost mad, and with these people, there was no way to communicate anymore!

After taking a deep breath, Te didn't care to say more.

He made up his mind to return to the territory in a few days, while it was dark, to take all the valuable things with him and leave far away from this land of right and wrong ...

Whatever conflict the Irish viscount, afterwards, had with the earl, was none of his business.

Two hours passed.

The angry crowd only calmed down.

The original Viscountess Harriet Hill had been reduced to a bloody pile of rotten flesh and bones ...

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Five chapters done.

Basically changed the entirety of this paragraph and 10,000 words of saved text changed.

It was originally intended for the protagonist to take a shot at shocking the Viscount couple and then talk terms past them.

But it didn't feel good again, so it was revised like this.

Even if it's just a brush with a wave of killing enemies.

Otherwise, the thunder is loud, the rain is small, perhaps more discontent.

The main character of this episode basically did not appear, it feels better not to appear, mainly to depict some desperate people in his shadow, so perhaps more emphasis on the horror of the main character?