This Lich Requests More Remuneration-Chapter 127 - 118 The Strongest Paladin of the Empire

Chapter 127: Chapter 118 The Strongest Paladin of the Empire

Chapter 127 -118 The Strongest Paladin of the Empire

In the majestic palace, Hake Stone and Hoffman Ironfist sat facing each other, with glasses filled with fresh blood and wine as red as blood before them.

Despite differences in race, taste, and status, nothing stopped these two dwarves from becoming friends.

Hoffman Ironfist raised his glass and said, “Let’s hope this time we can avoid needless sacrifice.”

Hake Stone also lifted his glass and added, “Of course, rest assured, my friend will arrange everything properly.”

After toasting and drinking deeply, a hint of redness touched the corners of their mouths.

As the wine flowed, Hake Stone asked, “The situation at the front line… I heard it’s not going well.”

Hoffman Ironfist did not hide the truth and nodded, saying, “Yes, that Laine’s executioner came to the battlefield himself, and we couldn’t hold him off. The original retreat plan had to be accelerated. We’ve abandoned a lot, and we’ve lost a lot.”

Hake Stone’s hand shook as he clutched his glass, his voice trembling as he asked, “Do you mean, that Silvermoon Knight?!”

Hoffman Ironfist sighed and explained, “It’s not just him. There’s also the Laine Empire’s Emperor’s Imperial Guard. They suddenly appeared on the front line and within a single day, they defeated our army. If not for a sudden sandstorm that halted their advance, they might already be at our gates.

“In two days, we will have to evacuate the Royal Palace and enter another area through the underground passage, hoping that the death line will hold them back.”

Hake Stone suddenly felt that the fresh blood in his cup had lost its taste.

Together, the Silvermoon Knight and the Laine Empire’s Emperor’s Imperial Guard were an irresistible force, one that probably no country on the continent could stop.

Hake Stone had witnessed the ferocity of the Silvermoon Knight before.

Once, there was a city devoted to an Evil God with a population close to thirty thousand, all fervent believers. Hake Stone had just become a vampire and was hiding everywhere. Only places where heretics congregated suited his survival.

Unfortunately, he ran into that very Silvermoon Knight.

All Hake Stone saw was a bright moonlight, and then half the city vanished.

The terrifying Holy Light sliced off half of this populous city, and it was the half that the Moonlight Knight deliberately left behind. The part that was destroyed included the Evil God’s Temple and the army of heretical devotees gathered there.

Even after Hake Stone ascended to Legendary status, the thought of the Moonlight Sword still left him with a lingering fear.

Now, hearing Hoffman Ironfist mention the Moonlight Knight, he couldn’t help but ask, “He must be at least a hundred and fifty years old by now, right? The Laine people don’t permit the use of Magic Potions for extending life, do they?”

This was a rule set by the Founding Emperor Arthur Laine, who believed that if mankind blindly pursued longevity, it would plunge the entire country into chaos. When the emperor and his ministers didn’t want to die, their entire focus would shift to life extension.

The effectiveness of life-extending Magic Potions was diminishing, and using magic for life extension had its hefty price.

If the nobles of Laine were obsessed with extending life, all the costs and pressure would ultimately fall on the citizens of the Laine Empire, so Arthur Laine decided to put a stop to this blind pursuit of longevity. Even he only lived to be about a hundred years, quite short-lived for such a powerful Paladin.

Because Arthur Laine led by example for a long time, the Laine Empire did not have people who sought immortality.

Perhaps it was precisely because of this piety and benevolence that from top to bottom, the Laine Empire was filled with true believers of Holy Light, and not those who were selfishly exploiting the name of the Holy Light. It also earned the favor of the Lord of the Dawn, resulting in a vast number of Paladins and Light Priests within the empire.

The numbers of these clergymen were many times higher than those in other kingdoms.

It was because even the emperor followed the teachings that the country became so powerful.

The prohibition against magical life extension was a rule of the Laine Empire, which successive emperors had followed, and as a Paladin, the Silvermoon Knight was unlikely to violate this rule. If that’s the case, then this man, who ought to be in the twilight years of his life, continuing to enter the battlefield and even breaking through the Dwarf Kingdom’s forces head-on, was truly absurd.

Hoffman Ironfist too felt helpless, for when one loses to such an opponent, there are no excuses to be made.

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“In any case, we have already stopped placing our hopes on the front line. We can only hope that the sandstorm at the death line and the migration work in Alchemy City go smoothly without any chaos.”

Hake Stone quickly said, “There won’t be, certainly not. As far as I know, my friend has already found a way to deal with the elves.”

“Your friend really is something,” Hoffman Ironfist remarked. “To solve even the problems with the Elf Tribe, his achievements are enough to warrant a dukedom. Still, it seems he’s currently too busy to attend to matters here.”

Hake Stone strangely asked, “Oh? What trouble are you talking about?”

“As far as I know, the faith within Alchemy City seems a little too unregulated. It’s bad enough to worship those evil deities, but how could there be Hell Believers as well?”

“Hell Believers?” Hake Stone frowned deeply, then said, “Let me ask around. This indeed is a big problem.”

Hell Lords are not deities, but if we’re talking about power, the difference isn’t too great. For the Nine Hells’ Lords to unite and slaughter a powerful deity wouldn’t be too difficult.

However, getting these Hell Lords, who represent all manner of extreme evil, to unite is a difficulty that’s not ordinary at all.

The biggest problem with Hell belief is that its followers are always filled with malice toward everything in the mortal plane.

The evil deeds carried out by deities of evil alignments still rely on the mortals, such as deception, murder, pain, and so on… Mortals are the vessels for these concepts, they do bad things, cause many disasters, big troubles, but after all, it’s just moving pieces on the mortal plane’s chessboard.

But Hell is different, as it’s another plane of existence.

Their desire for the mortal plane is only destruction, hoping that all mortals die out, turning the mortal plane into a part of Hell.

The devils of Hell might choose more roundabout ways to seduce others into falling, while Hell Demons are purely destructive, eager to destroy everything in the mortal plane.

Therefore, Hell faith is an extremely destructive belief, equivalent to uprooting the foundation of the entire mortal plane.

The Golden Kingdom, while also allowing freedom of faith, still strictly prohibits Hell belief.

Only Alchemy City among the Nine Great Kingdoms would permit the existence of Hell belief, probably because these alchemists are true unbelievers, who hold knowledge above morals and faith. To all fools, no matter what you believe in, in their eyes, it’s all the same.

So these Hell Believers are the biggest trouble, no matter how Amberser tries to avoid war, both dwarves and elves cannot accept the existence of Hell belief.

Hoffman Ironfist said to Hake Stone, “Hell belief must be eradicated. Talk to your friend again, this is a bottom line that cannot be compromised. Moreover, even if we don’t deal with it now, I estimate that those Hell Believers have already prepared for retribution.”

Hake Stone verbally agreed, but didn’t really take the matter to heart.

Hell belief is extremely rare to begin with, much like a rat crossing the street that everyone wants to hit; maybe they wouldn’t need to act themselves, as nearby lords would take the opportunity to send this scum back to their Hellish homeland.

What truly troubled him was the Silvermoon Knight of the Laine Empire after finishing drinks with Hoffman Ironfist, he hurried back to his underground palace and began to send out alarms to his group friends through the Necromancy Codex.

[Dislike Humans: Special news, the Silvermoon Knight of the Laine Empire isn’t dead! This old guy must be at least a hundred and fifty years old, and he can still enter the battlefield effortlessly wiping out an entire legion of Desert Dwarves!]

[Withered Rose: The Silvermoon Knight? Impossible, he couldn’t live until now, unless he broke the rule against using magic for extending life.]

[Dislike Humans: My information is absolutely true. The King’s Hand told me himself. If not for the sudden sandstorm that blocked Laine, they would have even lost the Royal Palace. Now they have to accelerate the relocation plan, and they will fully evacuate in a few days. Gareth, you are a wanted criminal in Laine, have you ever crossed paths with this Silvermoon Knight?]

[Crown of the Headless Knight: Don’t know him, when I escaped from the Laine Empire, this Silvermoon Knight probably wasn’t even born yet? But the way you speak about him, I’d quite like to see for myself.]

[Withered Rose: Gareth, don’t act rashly. The Silvermoon Knight is absolutely the strongest Paladin in Laine’s history, even stronger than the Founding Emperor of Laine himself. If he didn’t lack the royal bloodline and couldn’t use the Magic Dragon Armament, my underground Undead Empire would have long been destroyed by him.]

[Crown of the Headless Knight: That exaggerated? Arthur Laine personally killed the Magic Dragon Tyrant, expelled all the Giant Dragons, and though I’m undead, I can’t help but admire him; he’s a true great hero. This Silvermoon Knight, I’ve never even heard of him.]

[Pale Little Skeleton: I told you not to act rashly, so don’t go looking for trouble with this Silvermoon Knight. Anyway, he’s not likely to come searching for a fight with you at the Dragon Tomb. So what if he’s strong? He’s already a hundred and fifty years old, after a few more years, he’ll turn into a pile of bones. We have infinite lifespans, there’s no need to fight to the death with him.]

As soon as Miss Bone Dragon spoke, Gareth fell silent. Although part of him was still uncomfortable, Gareth also understood that his wife was right. The undead have infinite lifespans, and this so-called strongest Paladin could possibly be replaced by another in a few decades; it really wasn’t worth fussing over.

If one had to fight with every generation’s strongest Paladin, it would be too much trouble.

[Dislike Humans: By the way, where’s Brother Diga? Why isn’t he here today? I just sent him a private message, and he hasn’t replied. What’s he busy with?]

[Withered Rose: That would be the trouble with the Elf Tribe; he seems to have found the key, and he should be busy with experiments right now.]

[Dislike Humans: Then he’d better hurry up. The dwarves’ migration plan has been moved up; his cooperation is needed, or there might be accidents.]