Beginning Of Multiverse Saga

Chapter 300: Capturing The Rebel

Just then, there was a disturbance outside. Soon afterward, someone reported, "Sir Allen and Brock have returned."

Thomas quickly exited. They saw the two dejected individuals and asked in alarm, "Where is everyone?"

The two hadn’t returned with suspicious individuals the way they had imagined, but had rather returned with many stretchers. There was white cloth covering many of them. When they saw that, Thomas’s moods immediately plummeted.

Allen and Brock explained with sullen expressions, "We sought them out according to the list of names, but those people already received news ahead of time and either fled or committed suicide. We didn’t even find a single living person to interrogate."

"They were all silenced!" Thomas exchanged a look. They saw shock in each other’s eyes.

But that didn’t make any sense! After all, they had taken action so swiftly. Why had those people been able to move before them? Wasn’t the one behind the scenes a bit too remarkable?

While the two of them were shocked by the situation, heavy footsteps suddenly rang out from outside.

"What is that noise?" Those present suddenly raised their heads.

A guard ran over in fear and alarm, exclaiming, "Reporting! Chief Officer Torro is leading a great army in our direction!"

"What?!" The group was shocked.

Thomas harrumphed. "How daring!" He quickly walked outside with an overcast expression.

The group arrived outside the entrance. They saw that the entire temporary residence had already been completely surrounded.

"Thomas, you have quite the guts!" Thomas looked at the one in the lead with a furious expression, exclaiming, "Are you trying to rebel?"

Thomas was a tall and strong man. All of them had met each other before during the evening banquet. But back then, his official position hadn’t been as high, so he hadn’t sat in the highest positions.

"I do not dare!" Torro cupped his hands. "We are only here for an explanation. Sir Nick has acted cautiously and conscientiously over the years in Cloudcenter Commandery, and he has always worked diligently for the court. Yet you all captured him today with baseless accusations, and even hounded many Civil Affairs Manor officials to death. Could it be that just because you are the Imperial Envoy, you can act so ruthlessly and willfully?"

Thomas said calmly, "As the Imperial Envoy, I am naturally acting in place of the heavens. I have the authority to punish local officials. Why do I need to explain anything to you?"

"On the contrary, I have just captured someone, and yet you immediately led an army over. How can there be such a coincidence in this world?"

Torro replied, "Cloudcenter Commandery is strategically located, with evildoers spying on us all the time. That is why we will always have troops monitoring the situation. Furthermore, Sir Thomas has caused such a scene with your actions that it would be impossible for us to not know about this even if we tried to ignore it."

"Then what are you trying to say right now? Surrounding the Imperial Envoy’s official residence can already be viewed as rebellion." A flash of killing intent appeared in Thomas’s eyes. He had to deal with these situations quickly and decisively, or else those who were watching from the sidelines would start to do the same things.

But the other party seemed to have anticipated that. He had hidden deep within the enemy force. This situation would be hard to deal with if they couldn’t take him down in one blow.

"Please do not try to attach that kind of a title to me, Sir Thomas. We only came to uphold justice, and not to rebel." Torro’s entire body was taut as he spoke. He gripped the handle of his blade tightly.

"Then what kind of justice do you want?" Thomas asked expressionlessly.

"Let Sir Nick go." As soon as Torro spoke, his subordinates shouted as well. Shouts of ’Sir Nick!’ echoed through the place.

Even Nick in the prison heard them. He opened his eyes, but no changes of emotion were visible on his face.

The soldiers had begun hollering louder and louder, and they looked as if they were about to charge forward. The elite Armed Escort Army raised their spears and assumed a defensive position. When they saw that, the city gate troops also drew their longswords one after another.

Visible beads of sweat began to trick down Torro’s face. It was easy to see just how nervous he was. The current situation could still be explained, but if they really fought, his actions would be synonymous with a rebellion.

Thomas’s expression was also ashen. He quickly tried to think of how he could immediately capture the other party. Unfortunately, Torro was extremely experienced and had hidden among his troops. No matter how Thomas calculated it, the chance of success wouldn’t exceed fifty percent.

Both sides knew that a battle might break out at any moment. Once there was the slightest spark, the whole situation would erupt into an uncontrollable wildfire.

Even though both sides were still holding back, if a third party with ulterior motives interfered...

Sure enough, whatever one was most scared of was what would happen. A loud arrow suddenly flew out from the side, and a Cloudcenter Commandery soldier fell.

Someone from within the troops thus shouted, "They want to kill us all as traitors! Brothers, we have to stake it all!"

Those present all felt extremely tense. With that voice as the fuse, the gathered forces subconsciously followed blindly. Cloudcenter Commandery’s soldiers quickly clashed with the Armed Escort Army.

"Motherf*cker!" Torro cursed. How could he not tell that someone had incited disharmony? But as matters stood, he couldn’t do anything about it. His subordinates were all in a frenzied state, so he couldn’t stop them even if he wanted to. He had to save Sir Nick first no matter what.

Thomas also felt a huge headache. Even though he knew both sides had been schemed against, this was an overt plot. No one could stop it anymore. A hint of ruthlessness flashed through his eyes. If that was the case, he would execute all of them here as an example to intimidate those who were starting to get restless. With his and Sharky’s cultivation, as well as the elite Armed Escort Army, they definitely wouldn’t lose. However, serious casualties were unavoidable.

"Ding!"

Just then, the sound of a pipa filled the air. Those present subconsciously turned around. They saw that a figure had appeared on the second story of the temporary official residence, emerging from a window.

It was none other than the Sharky, or currently we call him Duke Cedric.

"Sir Cedric!" Thomas and the others immediately felt much more at ease when they saw his appearance.

The morale of the Armed Escort Army immediately received a huge boost. On the contrary, Torro’s expression became much uglier. But with things already the way they were, he couldn’t just surrender, right?

"I will give you just one chance, either surrender yourself, or I kill you all."

Hearing this, Torro and others become more upset.

"No matter how strong he is, he is just one person!" Torro exclaimed with a cold snort. At the same time, he prepared for a sudden ambush from the other party.

"So, you choose the other option," Sharky nodded.

Afterward, his hand moved and a spiritual attack happened.

Those present felt their heads ring. It was as if a sharp, stabbing pain had entered their heads.

Thomas was alarmed. He quickly transferred his ki, and only then did that uncomfortable feeling go away. Afterward, he quickly looked at the battlefield. Most people were clutching their heads in pain.

"What kind of skill is this?" Thomas was incredibly shocked.

Just then, the air exploded. He quickly turned around. Only then did he see a white-clad figure catapulting toward Torro.

Torro was horrified. The spiritual attack had left him momentarily distracted. His cultivation wasn’t bad, so he had quickly suppressed that uncomfortable feeling. However, just as he recovered, he saw a figure charging straight at him!

He drew his blade while ordering his subordinates, "Get into formation!" Unfortunately, the soldiers were in a state of confusion, so how could they carry out his order? Helpless to do anything else, he could only brandish his blade at the other party.

As someone who often fought against the fiend races and local uprisings in Cloudcenter Commandery, he was a strong and tough individual himself. He immediately discerned that the other party’s cultivation was above his own. As such, he didn’t vainly hope that his sword strike alone could stop his opponent. Instead, he aimed to take the other party down with him.

He was gambling, gambling that the other party wouldn’t be willing to trade lives in this kind of situation where he clearly had the advantage. As long as the other party showed even the slightest bit of hesitation and evaded, he would have a chance to gain some distance. By then, his subordinates should be able to react in time. It wouldn’t be so easy for the other party to capture him again.

Even if the other party completely ignored his move, dragging them down with him wouldn’t be too bad of a result either. After all, he had just broken through into the seventh rank not too long ago. He had absolute confidence in his ability to deliver a lethal blow.

However, his eyes immediately widened. The other party actually didn’t plan to evade at all and instead reached out with a finger.

Torro felt a sense of absurdity. How could two weak, fleshly fingers possibly contend against his sharp blade? His expression grew cold as he brandished the tip of his sword at the other party’s fingers. After fighting constantly in Cloudcenter Commandery in situations of life and death, he knew he shouldn’t hold back. Otherwise, the situation might easily change.

But soon afterward, his eyes widened completely. His ferocious blade was actually gently clasped between those two fair fingers! He wasn’t willing to give up and twisted his blade to try and cut off those fingers, yet the blade didn’t move in the slightest! All of his strength seemed to be completely useless.

He was horrified. He quickly realized he had offended someone he shouldn’t have. He instinctively decided to abandon his blade and back off. But it was already too late. He felt that a suction force seemed to be coming from his blade, preventing him from letting go. Furthermore, his ki seemed to be failing him.

Normally speaking, such a thing wouldn’t be too big of a problem. He would completely recover as long as he was given a momentary breather. Unfortunately, his opponent perfectly seized the moment to press forward, pushing a finger against Torro’s chest.

At that moment, the back of Torro’s outfit exploded into pieces. He felt as if he had been rammed into by a bull charging at full speed. Blood gushed out of his mouth. He felt all of his internal organs rapidly shift their positions.

He subconsciously thought to use the force to increase the distance between them. However, the other party’s hand seemed to contain some strange suction force, preventing him from breaking free.

Then, the other party’s hand pressed down on his shoulder’s major acupoint. His entire body went weak, and he couldn’t resist in the slightest anymore.

Sharky picked up Torro. His ki empowered voice echoed through the battlefield as he said, "Torro has already been captured. Now, I give you all once more a chance, as long as you lower your weapons, we will let bygones be bygones. Otherwise, you will be dealt with as traitors!"

Cloudcenter Commandery’s soldiers looked at each other in dismay. Their boss was already being carried like a chicken by the other party; what were they even fighting for anymore?

When they recalled how Sharky had shot out like a specter and instantly subdued Torro, Sir Imperial Envoy’s ferocious gaze, all of them immediately lost their confidence. They instinctively wanted to lower their weapons.

Suddenly, however, someone shouted, "Don’t trust him! If you hold onto your weapons, there’s still a chance of survival, but if you let them go, there will only be death awaiting you! Did you all already forget the battles we fought against the fiend races over the years?"