Chapter 845 (2/2)

There was only one noteworthy thing, though. Among his descendants, there was one family member of his bloodline that had grasped the opportunity during the human’s great reclamation of the West, and they finally managed to climb up to a high position after several twists and turns. This family became the founding fathers of the Commonwealth of Gold Coins—one of the nine earls.

This descendant, by the name of Hauss, was good at training horses. Because his territory bred superior warhorses and also because he was fond of horseback riding competitions, he was therefore given the nickname, “Good Horse.”

Holy Spirits were different from Oracles. They were essentially already very close to the gods. If they wanted to enter the human world, they would have to suppress their power to the point where they were practically powerless. In this form, all that remained that could be of use to them was their wisdom. However, there were many times where wisdom was not useful, or rather, not so useful. It was inconvenient for them to go without power, after all. Under such situations, the Holy Spirits would usually choose to possess the bodies of blood-related descendants, thereby evading the limitations imposed upon them by the Main Plane. This way, they could still unleash some of their power.

Just like how the founding monarch of the Red Moon Dynasty chose to possess the body of the “Flower of Ilo,” Sophie Red Moon, that ancient king chose to possess the present earl “Good Horse,” whose name was Decken Hauss.

At the time he was possessed, Decken Hauss was only the son of the former earl. He had yet to succeed the title of the earl. This youth only had mediocre talents. He had always been honest and knew his obligations well. Other than his love for equestrian competition events, there was nothing special about him. But after he was possessed by an ancient Holy Spirit, he immediately underwent an earth-shattering transformation… Everything that followed originated from this transformation.

This transformation gave rise to many things. Among which, the changes in the Hauss family, as well as the possibility of its decline in the future, were nothing more than minor matters.

The next morning, before dawn, the troop set off.

The troop started out with more than 200 men, but now, there were only about 120 men left. The rest, of course, were dead, partly because some of them did not have the heart to slaughter anyone, so they were sentenced to death by Earl Hauss. Some of them had also been killed in the most recent battle that they fought.

That battle was exceptionally dangerous. Even when they had used some clever means to lay an ambush, with less than 200 men fighting against another troop with more than 300 men, it would not have been easy. This was why at the beginning of the battle, Earl Hauss had executed his legendary-level strength. With a single blow, he killed the leader of their opponent, who was a high-level paladin, as well as several officers and a dozen of the best warriors.

Although he became vulnerable to the suppression of the Main Plane after this blow, to ensure victory, he braved the risky situation with ingenuity and determination and made several moves successively. Not only did he manage to utterly defeat the merchant party’s rapid-mobility troop, but he also preserved as much of his troop’s military power as possible.

For this, he paid the price of being punished by Heaven—the punishment power that came from the enchantment of the Main Plane. Although the punishment he had to receive was not serious to the extent of having a space mine befalling him, the power of heaven’s punishment was absolutely not something he could bear for long. He could still walk and talk as usual for now, but in truth, he was in intense pain all the time. The scariest thing was that his soul was constantly being weakened. If this went on, it would not take long before he would completely disappear and cease to exist.

But this did not bother him at all. Since the era of the great development up till now, he had lived for too long, simply much too long. His long life was making him tired, and so he wanted to be reduced to ashes. This might seem terrible to others, but to him, it was nothing much at all.

Even the great God of Royalty had fallen, so what would a mere Holy Spirit be worth?

He felt that it was worth dying for the noble cause of the human gods.

Moreover… he had already made plans. Even his “death” itself was part of his plan. Everything could be used altogether.

Of course, he had made the arrangements for the soldiers of this rapid-mobility troop, whose hands were stained with the stench of blood, long ago. At the right time, they would follow in his footsteps and die with him.

After all, this was a “necessary price.”

But he did not know that all his plans had long been under the watchful eyes of the war gods. In fact, it was still unknown whether his plan would succeed or not.