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Colin, from a high vantage point, looked down at Count Evan and Anna, suppressing his voice to speak.

Anna held her sword with both hands, her expression tense as she stared at Colin, as he was putting a great deal of pressure on her.

This shocked Anna greatly, as when she had last seen this Winged Knight in Silver Moon City, he was only a fourth rank. However, in less than two years, he seemed to have already stepped into the threshold of the sixth rank.

This rate of promotion made even Anna, who had always been considered the first genius knight of the East, feel inferior.

Count Evan had yet to notice Colin’s change in strength and simply made an as expected expression, pointing at Colin and shouting loudly:

“You really do have a deep relationship with the Angler family!”

Colin looked at Count Evan with interest and asked:

“Why don’t you take a guess at what my relationship with the Angler family actually is?”

Count Evan rubbed his chin and began to speculate seriously:

“In fact, I’ve always felt that the speed of Baron Angler’s advancement is too fast. He doesn’t seem like a descendent of an obscure baronial family, but more like an illegitimate son of a Holy Knight family member who was left in the Angler family.

“And you, Mr. Winged Knight, I’m afraid you’re also related to this member of the Holy Knight family. Perhaps you’re the Guardian Knight secretly assigned by him to guard his illegitimate son!”

Clap, clap!

Colin clapped his hands and praised: “Count Evan, you are indeed clever!”

Count Evan clearly heard the sarcasm in Colin’s words, but he didn’t care, continuing to guess:

“Mr. Winged Knight, if I’m not wrong, you should also be a half-elf, right?”

“Why?” Colin managed not to laugh, “Just because we met last time in the Half-Elf Kingdom?”

“No.” Shaking his head, Count Evan pointed at Colin’s giant bat wings, “You should also be a druid, yes? Although I don’t know how you acquired this profession, which should have disappeared with the extinction of the High Elves, without the elf bloodline, you wouldn’t be able to become a druid.”

Colin neither confirmed nor denied Count Evan’s guess, only asking: “You seem to know quite a bit about druids, huh?”

“I do know a bit.” Count Evan gave a modest smile, and continued, “And I also know that there are detailed records about druids in Yevir’s Tower of Mages. Of course, you probably can’t enter the Tower of Mages, but if you need it, I can help you transcribe a copy.”

“Really? I might just take you up on that.”

“Of course. The St. Prowse family has always been hospitable, and since you’ve come to White Dew City, it’s my duty to treat you well.”

“Hospitable?” Colin couldn’t help but sneer, his tone becoming chilly, “I think Baron Angler might have some objections to that comment.”

Count Evan sighed, and said, “The death of Baron Angler is indeed regrettable. But if you want to blame the St. Prowse family for his death, you’d be falling into the assassin’s trap!”

“Oh?” Colin’s eyes flickered, testing, “Do you know who assassinated Baron Angler?”

Count Evan nodded, answering in a tone of deep sorrow and regret: “If I’m not mistaken, it was probably my mother.”

“Is that so?” Colin smiled silently.

Unfortunately, this mocking smile was hidden in the Blood Fog, and Count Evan couldn’t see it.

“Yes, Mr. Winged Knight. You must know that my mother is the Archbishop of the East, and the Church has always been trying to control the East, to prevent the St. Prowse family from forming alliances with other lords.

When my father was alive, my mother was more cautious, but now that he’s dead, she has become reckless, even cruelly killing Baron Angler in an attempt to completely destroy the relationship between the East and North.

So, if you choose to retaliate against the St. Prowse family, you would be playing right into the hands of the Church.”

Colin twitched his bat wings, creating an invisible cyclone in the empty street, as he said:

“But I heard your mother was recently assassinated too, isn’t that correct?”

“Ah yes, it was my aunt Beatrice who killed my mother, they’ve held a grudge against each other for a long time… But this is a personal vendetta, unrelated to the death of Count Angler. You needn’t associate them together.”

“Is that so?” Colin takes a step forward, coldly responding, “If your mother truly was the murderer, but now that she is dead, who else can I seek revenge on?”

The color drains from Count Evan’s face as he halts, feeling a profound, sea-like pressure that violently emanates from Colin, instantly engulfing the entire street.

“So, Count Evan, it seems fitting that your life would appease the soul of Count Angler.”

Saying this, Colin suddenly opened his mouth wide and inhaled forcefully.

Hisss—

In an instant, all the air on the entire street rushed towards Colin. Numerous vortexes formed under the terrifying suction force, spiraling rapidly.

The earth trembled, the air roared.

Count Evan stiffened, his cold sweat soaking his clothes instantly.

Anna, standing in front of him, held her sword solemnly in both hands, erect in front of her face. The wide blade aglow rapidly with Holy Light, instantly forming a huge white crystal hexahedron.

Nevertheless, the surrounding substantial pressure continues to climb relentlessly.

In Anna’s eyes, the Winged Knight standing opposite seems to be expanding continuously. Gradually, he gives off the illusion of eclipsing the very sun and sky.

Roar!

The next second, Colin opened his mouth slightly, and an endless terrifying energy erupted like a flood.

It swept over everything, engulfing all in its path.

The entire street seemed to have been ravaged by a violent tornado. Rows of houses were completely destroyed.

The white crystal rotating in front of Anna was struggling to maintain its form, but visible small cracks were already silently appearing, which were quickly spreading in an unstoppable manner.

Crack! Crack!

The cracks even extended to the huge sword in Anna’s hand. The magic patterns branded on it flickered with a dazzling light, but it still couldn’t prevent its own disintegration.

Anna’s slender body began to tremble, as crimson blood trickled from her mouth.

Count Evan finally came to his senses, by shaking his arm, a large purple magic crystal-embedded magic staff slid from his sleeve.

Catching the staff, Count Evan quickly made several gestures in front of his chest.

The purple magic crystal flickered with a peculiar light, leaving several marks in the air.

Once the marks gradually formed into a complicated magic array, Count Evan’s eyes bulged, and he roared:

“Elen Silalumenn’ Omentilvo!”

Boom!

The large purple magic crystal on the top of the staff in Count Evan’s hand suddenly exploded, transforming into countless tiny powders that floated in the air.

In the dark night sky, a distant star seemed to flicker.

The next moment, Count Evan seemed to have transformed into a star.

For a moment, the light was dazzling!