1484 Broken Head Part 2 (1/2)

Van Gogh smiled. ”Indeed, Saleen. The people are not actually really wanting to be at your side. You're not going to misunderstand anything with me doing that, right?”

”Of course I'm not.” Saleen shook his head. Van Gogh knew that Saleen was reminding Arbola. However, he had gone to painstaking lengths to get to Jalin in the first place, and he was not going to just give up then.

The peach flower mask on Jalin's face was so red that it felt as it was going to start dripping blood.

”Madam...”

”Hmph!” Arbola snorted and tens of huge pythons shot from the magic book. The snakes seemed to have behaved like magic beasts of summoners, as they were of flesh and blood, but Saleen knew that it was but an illusion created by magic that reached sufficient levels.

His Thundering Phantasm was able to do that as well, but the constructs lacked the frightening offensive capacities of the snakes.

The pythons charged at Van Gogh and Arbola seemed to have forgotten about Saleen altogether.

Van Gogh's lips twitched, finding that Saleen had no intentions of joining hands with him and felt rather frustrated.

Pride of the mages then? Like I'm going to buy this. He knew that Saleen was hostile towards him, but he was unable to figure out why.

There was no way he could know, that Saleen was able to see how he went on to rob all remaining temples of the Goddess of Nature, through that plane map that Saleen owned. It was obvious that there was a contract between Van Gogh and the Goddess of Nature as well, and the contract was a new one. The goddess would not let him run around like that otherwise, and she would have Saleen deal with him instead.

The luck that the goddess had distributed did not get taken back; they were given to Van Gogh instead.

It was entirely normal for the goddess to feel insecure about Saleen and she was right to do so. The one who was wrong was Van Gogh, who thought Saleen knew nothing and chose to approach him.

It would be a good choice to kill Van Gogh first if possible. It was a pity that Van Gogh's skill looked rather troublesome, and it would be very difficult to kill him.

Saleen tried to lock onto Van Gogh and found that it was not working, so he let Van Gogh fight Arbola for a bit instead.

”Lady Arbola, I've just taken a student of yours. Is there a need to go that far? From what I've heard, Lord Saleen was about to crush Golden Plains.”

Van Gogh's words pissed Arbola a lot. She began to regret threatening Saleen.

Saleen was the kind of person who would fight anyone who dared to act against his subordinates. Anyone who threatened his family, he would see to it that they were thoroughly dealt with.

The Holy See tried to abduct Saleen's children a while ago, and Saleen eventually erased the Holy See's existence from the plane gradually.

She too was a level 14 mage and she was unable to fathom why she said something like that in the first place.

Arbola was oblivious to the fact that she was under Saleen's influence through his Thundering Sound skill, which made her anxious, restless and definitely leaning towards violence.

Saleen, without doubt, was not afraid of Arbola's threats. Ever since his magic amplifier gained the magic cube, the safest and most stable of spaces was established within. Sika and her children were all in that space and did not emerge.

Sika was also one who had no further concerns. All Caucasian elites were inside her weapon—the metal totem pole. She had no need to protect any lands as she followed Saleen around. So long as she remained alive, she could go anywhere with that pole of hers.

Saleen had also moved his two closest bonded creatures to the spirit plane. The most important thing of all, however, was that he had a level 15 weapon spirit, a true lesser god, at his disposal.

If Saleen was not concerned about having it seen by the goddess, Saleen would unleash that thing against Arbola.

”Saleen, do you have to really make a move against Golden Plains?” Arbola turned around and asked when the pythons shot at Van Gogh.

Saleen smirked. ”Lady Arbola, this is Lex's royal palace and just how many Golden Plains mages are outside right now? Am I the one who wants to do anything against Golden Plains, or is Golden Plains the one that is trying to do something against me?”

”I'm a Grukos.”

”I'm sorry, my surname's Metatrin,” Saleen answered with a cold smirk.

Arbola looked at the magic tower. ”Master Merlin once said that Lex would destroy the empire, and it seemed that he was right after all.”

Saleen raised his eyebrows. ”The way I see it, it's the empire trying to destroy Lex instead.”

Lex watched everything that was happening outside from within the tower as she frowned hard. She was still unable to bring any cold, hard evidence saying that it was Golden Plains that set her father up and causing his death. However, every single piece of testimony and evidence seemed to be pointing in that direction.

To Saleen, that was more than enough for him to act against Golden Plains.

However, most of Golden Plains had the surname Grukos.

Saleen, on the other hand, was a Metatrin.

Lex was not dumb. No matter what happened, she would remain by Saleen's side. If she could give birth to a child, she would not have wanted the child to succeed the throne. The Qin Empire would not stay in existence for much longer.

The astrologer was right, she would be the one to end the Qin Empire.

The longer she stayed on the throne, the more exhausted she had gotten. The Goddess of Myers was resurrected and the mainland was gradually put under control of Nature Faith. Alchemy City was crushed by Saleen and the remaining mages were but shadows of their former selves. They would be utterly incapable of stopping the faith's propagation in Qin.

What is the point of letting the Qin Empire stay around then? Unless we kill the goddess, the empire is going to become a state that belong to the faith sooner or later.