Everyone Is A Lord: My Talent Is A Little Too Strong

Chapter 2065: Chapter 1157: The Other Side of the Battlefield

A middle-aged man with a sullen complexion arrived, clad in a luxurious bishop’s robe of deep red and white, appearing to be in his fifties.

He remained calm and unflustered amidst the earth-shattering explosions, in stark contrast to the panic-stricken Hull.

The surrounding Grim Guards, upon seeing the newcomer, all paid respect by clutching their chests, exhibiting extreme reverence.

Hull immediately turned around with an expression of utter relief, as if grasping at a life-saving straw.

The newly crowned king of Grim scrambled towards the newcomer in a disheveled manner, adjusting the crooked crown on his forehead while pointing at the endless barrage of magic artillery outside the Absolute Defense Barrier, trying to say something.

However, as the explosions grew increasingly intense, his voice was quickly drowned out by the deafening roar, barely audible.

Witnessing this, the middle-aged bishop in luxurious robes flicked his hand expressionlessly, causing a golden barrier to rise, enveloping both himself and the new king of Grim.

In an instant, the earth-shaking explosion sounds vanished, clearly isolated entirely by this golden barrier.

“As expected of the Cardinal Your Excellency, the Silence Barrier you casually cast is perfect!”

Hull rubbed his buzzing ears in awe, complimented reverently, and then filled with panic once more, said: “Your Excellency, the magic artillery of that despicable Otherworldly Prince is extremely terrifying. What should we do?”

Wiping the cold sweat off his forehead, Hull added: “And with those 60 legions of useless Ironhand Archipelago, that despicable Otherworldly Prince has a total of 130 legions at his disposal, which is utterly terrifying!”

“Your Majesty need not panic.”

The middle-aged bishop in luxurious robes, although using respectful terms, showed not the slightest bit of reverence.

He waved a hand dismissively at Hull and said indifferently: “I have long since laid a trap; the enemy is no different from fish on the chopping block.”

“But the Absolute Defense Barrier of the Royal Capital can only hold for less than a quarter of an hour. Once it shatters, everything will be over!”

Still unconvinced, Hull persisted: “What means have you deployed, Cardinal Your Excellency? Can you tell me a bit?”

“This is not something Your Majesty needs to know. Just enjoy the show from here.”

The bishop in luxurious robes, seeing Hull’s lingering doubts, raised an eyebrow: “How? I was personally deployed here by the Supreme Lord to deal with the Otherworld scoundrels. Do you not trust the Supreme Lord, or do you doubt my capabilities?”

“Your Excellency, I have misspoken. You are the Chief Cardinal of the Temple of Light, the Supreme Lord’s most trusted aide. How dare I doubt you?”

Hull unconsciously switched to respectful terms, waving his hand quickly: “I shall await Your Excellency’s good news here.”

“Keep your eyes peeled. I have prepared a long time for this day.”

The corner of the bishop’s mouth in luxurious robes slightly twisted, forming a killing aura-laden arc, and he said coldly: “Let those despicable Otherworld scoundrels dance a little longer, for the real show is about to start.”

While Hull and the bishop in luxurious robes were conversing, a different scene unfolded on a mountain peak not far from Brilliant City.

A slender figure in an elegant purple formal gown narrowed her starry eyes, staring intently at the stormy Grim Capital below.

The massive Brilliant City was surrounded by gigantic military formations, impervious to all, and as tens of thousands of cannons fired in unison, even this mountain peak trembled, shaking the sand and stones.

“As expected of that crafty-tongued fellow much like the transformed whiny ones, not only skilled in words but also tremendously capable in actual combat.”

With a single hand supporting her chin, the slender figure remarked as she watched the colossal siege scene below: “In the past millennium, the Human World had never experienced such a grand siege of the Royal Capital.”

“The Vice President Your Excellency is correct.”

Another robust figure nodded slightly in agreement: “In my opinion, aside from the Holy Lion Prince, no other Human Kingdom is capable of achieving such a magnificent display of ten thousand cannons firing as one.”

Under the brilliant sunlight, the two figures became clear—it was the Vice President of the Mercenary Guild, known as the Lady of a Thousand Faces, Black Diamond Level mercenary Diana, and the Head of the Cold Flame Branch, Gray Diamond Level mercenary Durant.

“The Cold Flame’s siege force alone exceeds twenty thousand magic cannons, which probably equals the total magic cannons possessed by other Human countries, unmatched indeed.”

Upon saying this, a hint of doubt appeared on Diana’s fair face, and she furrowed her brow: “But really, how did that guy acquire such a massive quantity of magic cannons? It’s simply baffling.”

“I too am baffled by this question. Many of these magic cannons are of a much superior manufacturing technique than today’s, likely originating from the lost spells before the Era of Blankness.”

Durant observed the astonishing siege scene below, magic artillery blazing the skies, agreeing: “Finding a few by chance would be reasonable, but this overwhelming amount is just too terrifying, isn’t it?”