The Lich of Glory Knight Spirit: Moving towards Krimasha!-Chapter 220 - 29: The Power of the Reader_2

"We... are surrounded?"

"Bruto..." Gray reached out a straining hand towards Bruto, "Did you come to catch me?"

"Not exactly," Bruto firmly grasped Gray’s hand and said softly, "Alright, as the protagonist, you’ve been great. Next, watch us readers perform."

Morca sheepishly climbed up to the rooftop with all four hands.

"Author?" Gray was astonished. frёeωebɳovel.com

"Yes, it’s me. I brought the readers to rescue you."

"Readers?"

Dragging Gray, Morca used both hands and feet like a spider and retracted to the balcony below.

Bruto looked towards Jeremy, the soul fire in his eye sockets blazing wildly. Although expressionless, there was a sense of a chilling smile.

"Are you from the Lich Council? What do you want? We executed our attack as agreed! You have no reason to interfere!" Jeremy roared

"Hehehe, the Lich Council is just our surface identity. Our true identity is——" Bruto lowered his head, grabbed his robe, and yanked it off, revealing a set of armor identical to the Silver Moon Knights’, "Silver Moon Knight Order’s Fourth Squad! Hahaha! Didn’t expect that, did you!"

"That’s right, we’re going to protect our own protagonist, oh, I mean, our own captain!"

"Dare to bully our captain? It seems like you’re tired of living!"

"Gagagaga! Happy ending! Happy ending!"

"In the name of justice, can we charge now?"

"No, wait, according to the plot, we need to show off first!"

The liches chattered away, each revealing armor identical to that of the Silver Moon Knights.

Jeremy’s eyes widened and his mouth twitched uncontrollably.

It wasn’t just Jeremy; all the angels and humans’ eyes widened as well.

"Are those... reinforcements from the Holy Knights?"

A moment ago, Levi, who had been slaughtering like a War God, was about to faint.

Bungler’s jaw was about to drop: "Since when did we have a Fourth Squad in the Silver Moon Knight Order?"

"I... I haven’t heard of it either. Maybe we should ask Carl." Camilla looked around and found that Carl was just a skull rolling around, mouth open and unable to speak.

It wasn’t just them, Gray also had no idea where the Fourth Squad of the Silver Moon Knight Order came from.

Everyone present, regardless of their nature, was dumbfounded, except for the liches.

Morca whispered to Gray, "Stay calm, stay calm, the armor is just surrounding merchandise."

"Surrounding merchandise?"

"Yes, authors nowadays have a hard time. They can’t survive just by writing. They need to deal with copyrights, merchandise, and occasionally receive rewards and monthly tickets from readers."

"Uh... I don’t quite get it."

"You don’t need to understand, just watch."

In the distance, on a hillside, an old man in a black robe couldn’t help but cover his mouth and chuckle.

Jeremy roared loudly, "I don’t care what relationship you have! According to the "Gray Robe Agreement", this is not your concern!"

"Oh, the "Gray Robe Agreement"?" Aikleion, the Secretary of the Lich Council, took out a thick scroll and said, "Is this what you’re talking about?"

Before he finished speaking, the "Gray Robe Agreement" had already been ignited and turned to ashes.

"Alright, it’s gone now. Gagagaga!"

"You!"

"Didn’t you know agreements can be torn up?" Bruto asked coldly.

The whole world fell silent, everyone’s eyes widened. Even Zeda, hidden in the shadows, gasped.

This was... a tripartite agreement. Angels, liches, demons, it was jointly signed.

"You... you actually tore up the agreement?" Jeremy trembled with rage.

"Yes, freshly decided in the meeting," Bruto said with no emotion, "We believe that if this agreement can’t protect our faith, it holds no meaning."

"What faith do a bunch of liches have?"

"Just got it a moment ago, why, got a problem? Then come and fight us!" Bruto cracked his neck, the sound echoing, and said provocatively, "To crusade against our undead, one Angel Army might not be enough, right? We can give you time, how about summoning all twelve Angel Armies? After all, we are the liches of justice. And you! We’ve long noticed you there! Either join the fight or get lost!"

Bruto pointed in the direction of Zeda.

Frightened, Zeda quickly materialized, and respectfully said, "As you wish."

After speaking, he disappeared.

Jeremy clenched his teeth, glared at Bruto, his mouth twitching uncontrollably, and couldn’t say a word.

...

"What is this? The Lich Council engaged in the fight? And tore up the tripartite agreement? They were never this united..."

All the demons in the abyss were stunned.

"Have they all gone mad?"

"Will this be good for us?"

"I don’t think so... Didn’t you hear their slogan? A group of just liches. They’re probably more troublesome than Heaven. The key is, they don’t follow rules."

"So, what should we do next?"

The Demon Lord remained silent, saying nothing.

...

"Why has this happened! The entire Lich Council showed up at Salted Fish Port and we didn’t notice! How did this happen!"

The Holy Light was in chaos.

"These liches usually stay hidden and elusive, it’s not surprising our intelligence failed."

"A few mistakes are one thing, but the entire Lich Council slipping by? Moreover, what do they mean by the protagonist and readers? Isn’t this Lich Knight just an adolescent lich? How could he get the entire Lich Council to support him?"

"Wait, we’re missing two..."

In an instant, the remaining seventeen angels of the Holy Light were shocked.

...

On the hillside, the man in the black robe slowly pulled down his hood, revealing an old and lecherous face identical to the statues in the cathedral. He smiled contentedly at the approaching Undead Army.

"Were those novels your gift to them?" A relatively younger figure appeared behind him.

"Yes, cost me quite a bit," the old man answered softly.

"You created a powerful enemy for us."

"Or perhaps a powerful ally?" the old man smiled, "It depends on what ’we’ actually means. Different understandings of holiness lead to different meanings of ’we.’ As long as someone is willing to make this world a better place, I don’t mind who they are."

...

"So, what now? Shall we fight?"

"I think it’s best to call your angels."

"Your actions have made me very unhappy! I’m going to beat you up to vent my anger right now!"

The liches were indignant, eager to join the fight.

The overwhelming Undead Army advanced towards Salted Fish Port. All those who supported the church, including the church members themselves and the four Holy Knights, surrendered after lowering their weapons. Anyone who refused to surrender was forced to lay down their arms after being struck twice.

The four Holy Knights were tied up and thrown onto Bone Horses, along with their Guardian Angels.

The Angel Army shrank into an island within the vast ocean of the undead.

Amid the shouts and roars, the wind blew softly, the smoke lingered, the Silver Moon Banner on the tower of the Salted Fish Port Castle fluttered as always.

The Black Cat, having finally regained consciousness, leaped onto the balcony where Gray lay.

Gray, lying quietly on the balcony with his body severely damaged, turned his face. Lich and cat stared at each other silently, both relieved.

"My goodness, where did all these liches come from? You... actually won? I can’t believe it. We defeated Heaven..."

"I am the Guardian of Justice, and justice will always prevail in the end, as long as we believe in it."

*At that moment, there was a genuine sense of comfort.*

"See, I told you, readers who buy the official versions are good people," Morca muttered softly while stretching his neck to see into the distance, "Of course, they could also be good liches, but anyway, they’re good! And they will certainly win!"

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