Chapter 1107 - 522: Blessed by the Divine, Yet Bound to Slay the Divine

Chapter 1107: Chapter 522: Blessed by the Divine, Yet Bound to Slay the Divine

They glanced at the white-haired young man who was ridiculously serious, then looked at the divine statue behind him, which had reverted to its ordinary appearance at some point.

No, are you being serious?

You... ordinary?

Really ordinary?

Just now, you displayed a close relationship with the divine spirit in front of all of us, and then turned around to tell us you’re just an ordinary Paladin.

Who are you trying to fool?

No, do you really think anyone would be fooled!??

You’re just fooling yourself!

It’s okay to fool us, just don’t end up actually fooling yourself!

In Herbert’s eyes, the scene just now was the Ice and Snow cat messing with him, proclaiming to everyone His ownership of him.

But to the others, this scene was entirely the Ice and Snow Goddess supporting Herbert, giving him strong backing.

Even if some people really weren’t sure about Herbert’s identity, they knew for certain he was definitely not a "ordinary" Paladin.

Seeing nobody believed his nonsense, everyone had a "what is this guy talking about?" expression, Herbert regretfully shook his head.

Sigh.

Life, oh, so lonely like snow!

It’s all that little cat’s fault for causing trouble, making me lose the chance to be questioned by small fry, losing the pleasure of showing off and face-slapping.

Since no one would fall for it, Herbert had no interest in continuing the act.

He shook his head, put away the faint smile at the corner of his mouth, his gaze instantly turned serious, his aura became sharp.

This glance made some people instinctively avert their eyes in shock.

Among these people were legendary ones, usually powerful figures from all sides, who were met with eyes of awe wherever they went.

But now, after looking at someone else, they experienced a feeling of inferiority.

The aura emanating from Herbert was fluctuating, like legendary, yet also epic.

They secretly compared, based solely on the aura emanating from Herbert, it actually wasn’t inferior to the other two epic strongmen present, even seemed to surpass them!

"..."

Finn, surrounded by the Witch Association, quietly watched Herbert, whose sharpness was revealed and seemed like a completely different person from the one joking and jesting earlier, tightly furrowing his brow.

"What on earth does he mean?"

Out of respect for Finn, no one else in the Witch Association eavesdropped on the conversation between the two earlier, unaware of the adversarial relationship between them.

And Herbert seemed to have no intention of telling others, didn’t take advantage of his current status and the opportunity to pressure the Witch Association to abandon him.

If thinking from the perspective of putting oneself in Herbert’s position, he would have done it without hesitation.

Even if unable to truly sever the relationship with the Witch Association, he would at least become a forsaken stray dog.

Though unsure of Herbert’s intentions, since there was no risk of exposure now, he gladly stayed silent.

On the surface showing weakness to the enemy, exhibiting a stance of being overwhelmed by Herbert’s influence, while covertly he was fully implementing backup plans he had prepared for years.

In this short span, he activated all the pieces he had placed within the Witch Association over the years, starting them on different missions.

Since the decision was made, he wouldn’t hesitate and fret.

The current situation is a crisis but also an opportunity.

Everyone’s attention is drawn to the God of Sand and Stone and Herbert, thus naturally neglecting the small maneuvers within the Witch Association.

Despite the clone being exposed, Finn hadn’t dismissed this secret puppet, planning to use it as eyes, constantly monitoring Herbert’s actions.

On the other side, the Kingdom Alliance was shrouded in silence.

They looked at each other, none daring to be the first to speak, unsure of what to say.

At this point, naturally, someone noticed the resemblance between Herbert and the Silver Wing Duke’s white hair and brows, their heart stirring as they recalled the rumor previously treated as a joke.

This young Godslayer, is he truly from the Frost Crystal Kingdom?

Before this, they had heard of this news, but found it hard to accept that such an exaggerated rumor was actually true.

Who would dare to believe it?

In less than a year, a noble youth who only loved art was transformed into the world’s most brutally powerful executioner.

"..."

Standing before everyone, the Silver Wing Duke’s gaze toward Herbert was rather complex.

There was comfort, heartache, and deep within, even a trace of fear.

Comforted by the transformation of the fragile youth into such a powerful figure now, heartbroken by all the pain and effort he endured to reach this point.

What Herbert paid, Adrian as his father was completely unaware, not being there by his side.

For this, he felt deeply guilty and ashamed, always seeking a way to make amends.

Thus, when Herbert initiated contact this time, Adrian accepted without any hesitation, executing all instructions in the letter, performing actions contrary to his usual character.

Using bloody methods to suppress chaos, eliminating all potential hidden dangers, then leading the rest of the alliance forward with him.

This method certainly has hidden dangers, but Adrian couldn’t care about that, perfectly executing the task Herbert entrusted to him.