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Chapter 98 Revealing Identity

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The main building's doors were kicked open, and fully armed soldiers poured in.

They drew their swords, raised their crossbows, and aimed them at the panicked maids and servants.

The whooshing sound of arrows leaving the bowstring and the piercing screams instantly blended together.

People kept falling, wounded by arrows, their blood seeping onto the luxurious carpet.

Kane watched all of this expressionlessly, without intervening.

There must be no leniency towards a coup d'état.

These people are employed here, and who can guarantee that there aren't any spies from the demonic cult among them?

There was no time left to identify and arrest them one by one.

This is an important stronghold of the Demon Cult in Nord, and its scale and significance far surpass that of the foothold in the mountains back then.

Pleading and wailing filled the air, and ahead lay rows of fallen corpses.

The soldiers stepped over the fallen bodies and cleared a path ahead.

Kane, his face grim, walked step by step up the upper floor, his carpet gradually soaked with blood.

However, the situation suddenly changed.

The screams of soldiers came from above!

Kane's expression darkened slightly, and at the same time, an unsettling buzzing sound descended from above.

A mosquito-shaped demon, the size of a horse, was hovering in mid-air.

Its sharp mandibles were piercing through the gaps in a soldier's visor, greedily sucking up flesh and blood.

"Fire!" Kane shouted, waving his hand.

The surviving soldiers, their eyes blazing with anger, simultaneously raised their crossbows and fired in unison.

Arrows rained down through the air. The mosquito-like demon flung the corpse in its claws and tried to dodge, but several crossbow bolts still pierced its wings.

It let out an angry shriek and then swooped down towards the crowd.

Just as it was about to get close—

Kane's blood surged, and he shot forward like an arrow, his scimitar flashing with a cold light!

"Protect from evil spirits!"

Kane let out a low shout, his speed increased dramatically, and his scimitar slashed down with immense force!

"hiss--!"

Amidst screams, the mosquito-like demon's sharp mandibles, comparable to refined steel, were severed in one strike!

It trembled violently in agony, but Kane showed no mercy, and the blade flashed again.

The demon let out a scream, crashed to the ground, twitched a few times, and then died completely.

Kane glanced at the experience points flashing on the panel and secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

"After changing my equipment, I'm definitely much stronger."

He specially changed into enchanted equipment he obtained from the Drow Cave for this trip.

Aside from the usual curved sword imbued with "Wind Dance" magic, each part of the heavy armor is permanently equipped with a first-level spell:

Stone fist techniques, jumping techniques, long strides, and amplifying gravity.

Their strength far surpasses what it was before.

As Kane was thinking, a suppressed cough came from behind him.

He looked back and saw the soldier who had been abandoned by the demon lying on the ground, his chest armor dented.

Blood kept gushing from the corner of his mouth, and his face was as pale as paper.

The surrounding soldiers gathered around, their eyes filled with sorrow at the sight of their comrade's tragic state.

Kane stepped forward, knelt down, looked at the face smeared with blood and unrecognizable, and said in a deep voice:

"Rest in peace. I will have your captain personally deliver your compensation to your family."

Upon hearing this, the soldier's unfocused gaze suddenly sharpened, and a relieved smile forced a smile onto his lips.

He tilted his head to the side and closed his eyes completely.

The tense backs of the surrounding soldiers slowly relaxed.

Kane breathed a sigh of relief.

Even if this coup proves that the royal representatives colluded with evil.

Those who are directly "rebels" will certainly not have a good ending on the surface.

In Nord, insubordination and attacking royal representatives are serious crimes.

Therefore, Lady Mistweaver could only wait for an opportunity to act, and the Night Watch judge could only observe from the shadows.

These soldiers were nominally all "discarded pawns".

Kane set aside the equivalent of five hundred gold coins for each of them as a pension, which far exceeded their lifetime salary.

"However, it was all worth it."

As soon as he finished speaking, a series of steady footsteps came from the top of the stairs.

A middle-aged man dressed in luxurious silk attire and with a gentle demeanor walked down slowly; he was the royal representative present.

Conrad Herman.

He and Kane faced each other at the corner of the stairs, separated by the corpse of the mosquito-like demon.

Kane stared at him and slowly spoke:

"Konrad Hermann...or should I call you 'Mentor'?"

Conrad's smile remained gentle; he didn't even glance at the corpse on the ground.

He simply looked at Kane with great interest, as if admiring a perfect work of art.

"Kane, you truly are... the perfect son of the devil."

Before he finished speaking, under the horrified gazes of the soldiers, Conrad's face and body began to distort and change, eventually revealing a completely different appearance.

It was exactly like the "mentor" from the demon stronghold back then.

Kane wasn't surprised, but simply asked, "How many more bodies like this do you have?"

Conrad smiled: "Someone like me isn't rare."

"If it were just an ordinary second-tier body, perhaps that would be the case."

Kane nodded.

"But your body is clearly more than level two, isn't it? Level three?"

Moreover, it must have taken a lot of effort to reach such a high position as a representative of the royal family.

"Most importantly... if I kill you here, your other bodies won't know what happened here, right?"

Conrad's brow finally furrowed slightly.

Kane's expression remained unchanged—this was merely his deduction:

If the memories of each body are interconnected, the fact that one survived falling off a cliff would have already been exposed.

The fact that the other party allowed him to move around freely under the watchful eyes of the Night's Watch precisely demonstrates that the memories of these bodies are not shared.

Do you know what you're doing?

Conrad's smile vanished, and his tone suddenly turned icy.

"To destroy evil?" Kane smiled.

"No," Conrad said calmly, "The royal family will not allow such a scandal to get out."

"The final outcome will be that the Night's Watch's Dead Apostles and some of the City Guard, bewitched by demons, will launch a rebellion and murder the royal representatives."

The valiant royal representative, Conrad Herman, stopped the evil... All the rebels will be sent to the gallows.

His gaze swept past Kane and over the soldiers behind him. He expected to see fear and hesitation, but instead, he saw only determination on their faces.

Kane scoffed:

"I know my fate all too well; I will 'die' here. But, mentor—"

He turned to the side, gesturing to the soldiers behind him.

"Please don't underestimate human beings."

"Everyone here wrote a will before they came. They know that their deeds may never be known, but their achievements will endure."

He turned to face those resolute faces and declared loudly, "They will live on forever."

A burning light ignited in the soldiers' eyes.

Kane nodded to himself. People are selfish. In addition to the five hundred gold coins of compensation for each person, he also ignited their fighting spirit with their beliefs.

Only in this way will they be willing to die for their cause.

Conrad watched this scene, his expression finally turning somber, then slowly relaxing into a slight smile:

"Never mind, the outcome won't change."

Then, he softly recited:

"Low-level Demon Summoning Spell".

The remains of the mosquito-like demon on the ground suddenly wriggled and dissolved, and several small, distorted lesser demons coalesced from its flesh...

"Release the arrows!"

Kane did not hesitate and gave the order again.

The soldiers suppressed their fear and gritted their teeth as they pulled the triggers.

The crossbow bolts pierced the air, whistling away like a torrential rain.

But the next moment, Conrad's voice rang out softly.

"Dark magic".