C13 Church

When the old man saw this, he was shocked and puzzled. Was this fellow crazy? Could it be that he knew he could not dodge and was seeking his own death?

While the old man was still in a trance, Zhao Yang safely dispersed the ball of fire and arrived two meters in front of the old man. Without a moment of hesitation, he threw out the rank 12 attack magic scroll in his hand and threw it at the old man.

During the process of throwing the magic scrolls, they would not display the slightest bit of strength, so the old man was able to hide it from his eyes. When he saw that it was a magic scroll approaching him, his heart was filled with joy, and he smiled: "Stinky brat, a magic scroll without any killing power, you can …"

Before the old man could finish his sentence, a sense of foreboding arose in his heart. He hastily stopped talking and fished out a magic wand hidden by his side. He then swung it towards the approaching magic scroll.

As soon as the old man's staff touched the magic scroll, he heard a deafening explosion.

Suddenly, the old man felt an extremely powerful magical energy rush toward him. It tore apart the magical defense on the surface of his body and struck his body. His entire body was sent flying into the air and disappeared without a trace.

The shockwave from the explosion engulfed the surrounding space for several dozen feet.

After the light disappeared, all of the life forms besides Zhao Yang disappeared, leaving a mess behind.

Dozens of houses on both sides of the surrounding streets were destroyed by the force of the explosion. Scrap bricks, tiles, and burnt limbs could be seen everywhere.

With a "pu" sound, he fell into the rubble, turning into a pile of flesh and blood. If it weren't for the evidence of that gray piece of cloth, no one would have recognized him as the extremely arrogant old man in the gray robe.

With the death of the gray-robed old man, all of the participants in the battle stopped. They raised their heads to look at Zhao Yang, who was floating 30 feet in the air, their hearts filled with admiration and worship.

At this moment, in the eyes of the crowd, he exuded a majestic aura akin to the descent of a god.

Zhao Yang looked around and landed in a safe area. He blew the whistle for retreat and used the Free and Unrestrained Steps to head straight for the church.

He knew that if the man sitting in the Humakiewicz was a fake, then so was Utorov.

It seemed to him that the real Duomakch and Utorov were about to have a grand wedding for a couple in the church.

As expected, there was a sea of people at the entrance of the largest church in O'Mara City. Around the church, there were over a thousand guards that tightly guarded the gate, preventing those unrelated people from entering.

Seeing this scene, Zhao Yang felt discouraged. He helplessly sighed, stood there blankly, and fell into deep thought.

Although he was protected by the strength of a rank 12 magic scroll, he did not have the guts to rush in.

After all, this was the place where the experts from both sides gathered. No one knew how many experts were hidden here at the wedding ceremony.

The magic scrolls also had a time limit. Once the magic power failed and the opponent had many experts, even if he had the greatest ability, he would still end up dying miserably in the end.

While Zhao Yang was deep in thought, a high-ranking officer in blood-red armor landed on the steps of the church. He took out his identity plate, tossed it to the guard, and rushed into the church.

When the people in the church saw the high-ranking officer's appearance, they all felt extremely shocked and puzzled. They made a path for him.

The high-ranking officer walked in front of him, knelt down, and said, "Lord Fiscal, our plan has failed. Those fellows are too strong, and not only did we not catch any of them, we even suffered heavy casualties. Other than me, everyone else, including the Elder of the Sky Region, has been killed."

Just as the treasurer's voice fell, a cleric rushed to his side and whispered into his ear, "Sir Udotov, something bad has happened. Your son, Duomakch, does not look normal right now. If we didn't guess wrongly, he was poisoned."

Hearing this, the expression on his face changed. Without giving any explanation, he followed the cleric out of the hall and into a room next to the hall.

Inside the house, the ashen-faced Du Mackenzie was lying on the bed. He smiled as he walked into the room and said, "Father, I said that you can't win against me. You won't believe me. "Hehe, if I die, I won't have that much trouble, and I won't have to worry about someone forcing me to marry a woman I don't love."

After finishing his sentence, Dumaccic gave a few loud laughs, opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of black blood. He then fell on his back on the bed, his eyes wide open.

He walked quickly to the bed, put his hand under his nose, and when he saw that there was no breath left, he knew that he had been poisoned. He felt a pang of grief, but more of hatred.

The clergyman shook his head, reached out and touched Dumaquic's face, told him to close his eyes, looked at him, and said: "Lord Treasurer, what should we do now? The wedding is about to take place. If the people from the Tanker clan were to find out that your son is dead, they would definitely be furious. From then on, you will be cut off. The consequences would be unimaginable. "

Udotov let out a long sigh and said, "That's right, I understand this very clearly. If the Tanneke clan no longer supports me, then there will be many enemies that will secretly kill me. Sigh … I regret offending the local officials just to curry favor with the king! "On the surface, the king trusts me, but I can tell that it's because of my close relationship with the Tanik family. Otherwise, this merciless chopper would have extended its evil hand to me."

The clergyman saw that Udotov's expression was serious and his mind was preoccupied. He didn't have any good ideas, so he could only stand to the side and wait for Udotov's orders.

He turned his head to look at the priest and said to him, "So what if this damned beast dies. There is nothing to be sad about. Go and help me call General Otorsk over, I have something to tell you."

When the clergyman saw that Udotov had lost his son, he did not feel sorry at all. Instead, he smiled and felt sorry for the poor Dumaccic.

He sighed and went out the door.

Soon, the cleric called for General Otorsk.

General Otorsk was a very outstanding young general who was two years older than Dumakitch. However, at this moment, he was already a level 7 Knight.

He was one of Utorov's most coveted aides.

When he saw Otorsk enter the room, he motioned the clergyman out and closed the door.

When he saw the body of Dumakitch lying on the bed, he had a vague idea of why he had come to see him.

Otorsk sighed helplessly, but he still pretended as if he hadn't guessed anything. He said, "Sir Otorov, I feel very honored to be able to share your worries. However, I don't know what orders you have for me."

He looked him up and down carefully, then smiled and said, "I want you to replace my son and marry the daughter of the head of the Tanik family. Of course, there will be benefits for you as well, and it is very likely that most of my assets will be yours as well. I believe that with such generous conditions, you won't reject my good intentions. But afterwards, whether you are in front of people or behind them, you will be able to get Dumakic to call himself a man, will you? "

When Otorsk heard this, he was overjoyed. He knew that this was a rare opportunity to become a phoenix on a branch. There was no reason why he shouldn't.

He quickly knelt down and said to Udotov, "Father, accept your son, Dumaccic, and bow to him!"

He hurriedly helped him up and said, "Quickly take off your military uniform and change into the clothes of Du Mackenzie. We will head to the main hall together to meet the beautiful lady from the Tanik clan."

Since he rarely went out, and he was a bit introverted, he knew him well enough to know, except for the guards who were close to him and those who were close to him. There were not many people who knew what he looked like.

Otherwise, he would never have allowed Otorsk to impersonate his son and marry the daughter of the Tanneke patriarch.

Seeing that Otorsk had changed his clothes, Utorov smiled and patted him on the shoulder. "After that, you will be my son, Dumaqui. The one who died in that bed is Otorsk, do you understand?"

Otorsk nodded and said, "Yes, Father!"

...

Otorsk followed him out of the room and into the hall.

After Utorov and the elders of the Tanik family introduced their "son", the daughter of the Tanik family walked out with the two maids accompanying her. She smiled as she sized up the "Dumakic".

The wedding ceremony proceeded punctually. After Archbishop Dukes solemnly announced that the two of them had become husband and wife, a pair of newlyweds with smiles and sweetness all over their faces held hands and began to accept the blessings of the guests.

The priest who had discovered the real Duomakch was dead had been secretly taken away. No one knew whether he was dead or alive.

As for the real Du Mackenzie's corpse, a few guards had already stored it in a wooden chest and placed it in that room. They would wait for the wedding to finish before taking care of it.

Of course, all of this was secretly arranged by Udotov.