"It's the Duke, the Duke is back!" Everyone couldn't help but scream when they saw Dresel appear.

Although Dresel looks scarred, you should know that he faces an eighth-level ancient god alone. It is a blessing to be able to come back in this situation. It is normal to suffer a little injury. More importantly, does Dresel's appearance here mean that he has won the battle with that eighth-level?

"Teacher!" Sigmun also showed joy, but in contrast, there was the horror on the faces of Ferdinand and Ugo. The two looked at each other, and they didn't know what props they used. A beam of light penetrated through them and disappeared into the Ancestor Arena together with them and several clergy around them.

Swish!

Before leaving, Dresel raised his hand and waved his hand, and a scream came from the light column. When everything disappeared, two split corpses fell in the air.

"How is your injury?" Aplead took the initiative to meet him.

"It's a little trouble, but it won't take my life." Dresel smiled, "Let's go down, the battle is not over yet."

Aplead took back the Ancestor Arena, and everyone landed on the edge of the ruins of the palace, where Marek was leading people to save the guards and servants who were crushed in the ruins.

"Eltan is not dead." The Duke said, "He is an extremely powerful ancient god. The battle between us destroyed that place. He could not stay in the real world for too long. He should have returned to the Kingdom of God at this time, but I think it will not take long before he will come here again through the ritual."

"How long does it take to prepare?" Aplead's expression was solemn.

"Maybe it's an hour, but it's not more than one day at the latest."

"Is there any way to stop him from coming?" Charlotte came to Sigmon at some point.

"For so many years, the Oracle Church has never stopped transforming Abetus. In fact, they have adopted two plans, Secret Realm and Realm. We have closed the door of Secret Realm, but we can't do anything about reality."

"Unless...unless we can kill all the people infected with thirstemia! But that is impossible, because there are too many of these people, and before we can finish killing, the city will probably be destroyed."

"What's even more terrifying is that if we do that, bloody, killing is likely to lead to a more terrifying change that will push the city to the other extreme," Sigmun added.

"Everyone go down and prepare." Dresel suddenly spoke, "What you need to do is to find a way to clean up thirstemia as soon as possible, or to screen out infected people from the crowd. The existence of these people changed the environment of Abetus and solved this problem. Although it cannot stop Eltan, it can stop other eighth levels later."

"As for Eltan, just leave him to me." Dresel's voice was firm.

"Are you sure, Dresel?" Aplead looked serious, "We have no way out."

"Don't worry, when did I disappoint you?" the Duke smiled, "You should know that when I was in Abetus, I was the strongest state." His expression was relaxed, but for some reason, Sigmon saw the heavy weight that Dresel had hidden...

His heart sank suddenly.

It is necessary to pay a price to fight against the ancient gods with the body of a mortal.

The snow in the sky was still falling, and these snowflakes floated from somewhere. Even though Nükmen and others exploded the clouds in the sky, the snow was getting heavier and heavier.

The sun had risen at some point, but the entire city was shrouded in haze, making people feel no trace of temperature.

"Sigmon, come with me." The Duke's injuries recovered partly, the gap in his chest grew, and the broken arm grew again.

"Do I need any preparation?" Sigmun asked.

"No." Dresel took Sigmun to the ruins of the Duke's Mansion, "have breakfast with me."

"Breakfast? Now?" Sigmun looked surprised, but when he looked up at the expression in Dresel's eyes, he instantly understood something.

The entire Duke's Mansion had been completely destroyed in the battle between Dressel and Eltan. He waved his hand to push away the collapsed house. Dressel took Sigmun back to the location of the original study of the Duke's Mansion.

The ground trembled, and a force cleared the surrounding debris from the inside out, revealing the steel floor carved with runes. The ground slowly sank, and the two of them came to a room with wooden doors on the wall.

Walking to one of the gates leading to the Palace of Elland, Dresel put his palm on the door. After a moment, the gold color on the door faded away, revealing its original background.

It looked just an ordinary wooden door.

"Come in."

Pushing the door and seeing the scene in front of him, Sigmun was slightly stunned.

He was so familiar that the displays that only appeared in his memories made him mistakenly think that he had returned to that world. "This is Louis's secret room, and I will stay here often after he left." The Duke gave an appropriate explanation.

"Sit down and have a meal."

Sigmun didn't speak. He skillfully found his position. After sitting down, he didn't even need to turn around and pull out a pair of chopsticks with his backhand. When he raised his head, he saw the Duke's smile.

"Sure enough." He just smiled, and didn't say anything more. He threw away his torn coat, changed his clothes, washed his hands, and sat opposite Sigmun.

“What to eat for breakfast?”

At this moment, the curtain made of hanging beads rolled up, and a petite figure walked out of it. Sigmun turned his head when he heard the sound, and then he saw a woman retreating with her back facing away.

Seeing this scene, he couldn't help laughing.

He still remembered that when he used to take things out of the kitchen, he used his back to lift the curtain out bit by bit, but while he was funny, he couldn't help but joke at Dresel, "I didn't expect that you kept hiding people in your house. No wonder there was no gossip about you outside."

Dresel did not explain, a faint decline flashed in his eyes. At this time, the woman walked up to the two of them with food. Sigmun raised her head and saw the food on the plate.

Buns, fried dough sticks and soy milk.

"Louis likes eating these things, and he tried to promote these foods, but he didn't succeed in the end because the people in Abetus were obviously not interested in them," Dresel said. "But I like them."

Sigmun didn't say anything. These foods that were originally common made him feel particularly friendly at this moment. He took the plate, then raised his head casually, and saw the woman's face clearly.

The next second, his movements suddenly froze.

He saw a face without facial features.

"This is a person who is very important to me." Dresel's voice was full of melancholy, "but I can't remember her."
Chapter completed!