The eccentric doctor never makes a misdiagnosis!

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The Remnant Eye, trapped within the Secret Sanctuary, was unaware of what was happening on Vanfna Street, and therefore unable to discern his true stance. If they had indeed come to provide support, they would certainly possess an overwhelming advantage in a two-on-two situation.

But what if that's not the case? What if everything we're doing now is just a show, a way to lure him out of the secret realm?

Then, the Remnant will face three enemies of equal rank. At that point, even retreating back to Oak Shadow Nest will become extremely difficult, and there is a high possibility that it will be intercepted and killed on the spot by the three sides.

Indeed, the shadowy figure formed from the remaining eye was coldly observing the battle in the oak forest.

He bore the weight of the Six-Eyed Raven Order's survival on his shoulders; every action he took was crucial. Whether it was breaking through their predicament or facing utter ruin... it all depended on the decisions he made.

"what……"

Jude stuck out his tongue and licked the blood left on his cheek from when he activated the secret technique.

It has a slightly fishy, ​​sweet taste, a hint of saltiness, and carries the cool body temperature typical of the Moon Clan.

"Things have come to this point, and seeking reconciliation is a pipe dream. It's time to let the younger generation experience what 'hidden warfare' truly means. Go! Moonkin with Noralian blood flowing through their veins, tear apart the Tidecaller's lines... and their very bodies!"

"Abandon everything you've learned in the civilized world; now all you have to do is take the other's life." —Barbara

From the dark oak forest came the shrill, flapping sound of fleshy wings.

Following them came nearly several hundred Moonkin who had taken human form. Some wielded swords, others carried guns, and under the cover of the Night Oak Forest, they dispersed into small groups and began their attack on the Listeners of the Tide.

The Moon Familia's oath of allegiance to the Moonlit Cult is with the White Cup Order. (Liu)

Therefore, some of the younger members of the Noralia family study at Norrington Central College. What they learn includes not only the humanities, social sciences, and natural sciences, but also modern warfare concepts.

To some extent, these young Moonkin are more skilled with firearms and tactical command than the Tide Listeners. Similarly, they make full use of their superhuman physical abilities.

While Jude was holding back the woman in the ochre dress and Victor, Edros, the son of the Marquis of the Moon, charged into the Star Abyss Society's lines under the cover of the oak forest and began his slaughter.

Blood splattered, limbs flew everywhere; he was like a highly efficient meat grinder, rapidly reaping the lives of those who pleaded with the stars. 4

As for those Listeners who possess a certain hidden rank... there's no need to confront them directly. His task is simply to eliminate as many of their forces as possible, reduce their numbers, and spread fear.

Occasionally, horrific screams of humans being torn apart could be heard, and some less fortunate members of the Moon's Kin were struck in the head or heart by silver-plated bullets, turning into gruesome, charred corpses.

As casualties on both sides began to rise, the intensity of the fighting also began to escalate dramatically.

"The sweet, fishy wind feels like going back six hundred years."

Jude inhaled the increasingly strong scent of blood in the air, a hint of nostalgia appearing in his crimson eyes.

For the sake of his race's survival, he must do everything he can to keep the Moon Familia from getting involved in chaos and conflict... but his instincts also yearn for and call for blood.

Now that the irreconcilable conflict has been provoked, all the marquis can do is resort to violence.

Wars may begin with greed and arrogance, but they do not end with fear and cowardice.

Only decline, demise, conquest, and submission can mark its end.

The woman in the ochre-white dress lightly touched her cheek, seemingly unconcerned about the casualties among the Star Abyss Society members, as was Victor. After all, the losses weren't among their own sect's disciples, and this conveniently weakened the power held by Melvis.

The two exchanged a glance and, with a tacit understanding, activated the secret ritual, intending to eliminate Jude as quickly as possible.

His displayed "sincerity" was clearly sufficient; Jude was likely about to leave Oak Shadow Nest. Jude had to be killed before that guy came out, or at the very least, driven away.

……

The explosions of gunfire, the flashes of magic, and the whistling wind rushing past her ears all made Rosalie feel unreal.

She had never imagined that she, so young and a journalist, would be caught up in a clandestine war, a veritable meat grinder, where the slightest lapse in concentration would turn her into minced meat.

She witnessed a young pursuer die at her feet, his neck twisted and broken.

That guy was none other than the former law enforcement officer who patrolled the area surrounding the Foy 7 Daily News. He was under thirty, cheerful, well-liked, and diligently performed his duties. Now, only a mutilated corpse remained.

In the midst of a raging war, the kind will die, the despicable will die, the intelligent will die, and the foolish will die as well.

Everyone has an equal right to life and to face the imminent threat of death.

All Rosalie could do was further urge [S-912. Banquet Ring] to provide cover for her companions with blood manipulation techniques, and to wield Bloodthorns to try and take the lives of her enemies.

The only saving grace was that her mission was to conduct long-range harassment, without having to charge into enemy lines.

Meanwhile, the battle among the high priests had entered its final, fierce stage. With significant blood loss, Jude's skin became visibly shriveled, and its pale luster faded.

Even though he tried to avoid the sharp edges of the wounds, he could not avoid being injured in the intense battle. Wrinkled cracks slowly extended along the wounds, and the abnormal pain was almost breaking through his tolerance threshold.

"You little brat! If you don't act now, you'll be truly alone and helpless after I die."

Jude let out a low growl, then spat out a mouthful of dark, sticky blood.

The blood, imbued with spirituality, shattered and scattered the moment it touched the ground, like moths with downy wings. This was the manifestation of flesh and blood completely breaking free from their original bodies under the erosion of the [Morch-Down Burning Sacrifice].

Viktor had no intention of giving him a chance to catch his breath, and immediately thrust out the scabbard in his hand again. This shot, which should have hit its mark precisely, fell into empty air amidst a swaying shadow.

The High Priest of the Six-Eyed Raven... finally stepped out of Oak Shadow Nest.

How much combat capability does it still retain?

He questioned Jude, whom he had lifted up.

Seeing that the deceased had made a move, the Marquis of October finally breathed a sigh of relief. He then patted his clothes, which were stained with dust and blood, and his demeanor returned to normal.

"You only have a quarter of your physical and spiritual strength left, and it will get worse over time. If you act sooner, you can at least keep half."

"enough."

Yi Mu nodded, indicating that he understood.

In a two-on-two situation, Jude could engage one of the enemies while quickly disabling the other. After all, the enemy wasn't without resources either.

Is that really enough?

At that very moment, an unexpected person appeared in the moonlight of the oak forest and uttered a question tinged with sarcasm.

Prince Gunther, regent of the Royal Court of Geronsen.

Behind him stood a heavily armored, well-equipped royal guard. Besides them, there was another familiar face… another Marquis of the Moon, Bernhard Murdoch.

The whereabouts of the Grand Master, Melvis, are unknown, but he has presumably completed the acquisition of the hidden legacy within the streets of Vanfna. Whether he remains hidden in the shadows is currently unknown.

The unpredictability of military tactics is also a law of the battlefield.

Even disregarding Prince Gunther and his guards, the current situation will become three against two after Bernhard joins the fray, and the disadvantage remains and is difficult to reverse. Now the royal court has abandoned all pretense and is openly siding with the Star Abyss Society.

He sighed softly, then fell silent.

The current optimal solution is to retreat back to Oak Shadow Nest with Jude. However, this process will be extremely dangerous, and there will be no resources left to deal with the other Noralian Moonkin; their fate will likely be complete annihilation.

Are there any other variables, or ways to break the deadlock?

As the 9th Raven Feather High Priest was deep in thought, no one noticed a slight dampness rising in the ancient oak forest. It seemed that the daytime sun had been too intense, causing too much moisture to evaporate, and there were signs of rain appearing at night.

But before the light rain and drizzle completely subsided, a grayish-white mist rose up first, gradually spreading up to their ankles within a few breaths.

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Chapter 185 Purely External

"It's getting foggy."

Reinforcements had arrived, and victory was almost assured, but the sudden change in the celestial phenomena made the woman in the ochre dress feel inexplicably uneasy.

She slowly extended her pale, slender hand, feeling the cool, damp air gradually spreading through her. This night-moth priestess had previously performed divination, but the revelation of fate contained no mention of fog or rain.

The woman in the ochre-white dress picked up a crescent-shaped coin made of white crystal and quickly activated the third-class arcane art, [Display Tendency], to perform a divination.

The question she posed was, "Does the white fog bring misfortune? The moon's surface indicates yes, the flower's surface indicates no."

But in the end, the coin landed steadily on the back of my hand, maintaining a fragile mechanical balance in a rather bizarre way. Undoubtedly, this signified a failed divination, or that the answer to the question exceeded the limits of the divination technique's capacity.

From the crescent-shaped coin that had suddenly appeared out of nowhere, the woman in the ochre-white dress keenly sensed an undercurrent called "variability" surging within. However, she did not voice her doubts or offer any warnings; instead, she quietly took out a handheld silver mirror and concealed it within her sleeve.

"Stop wasting time. Let's end this farce. I'm tired of playing this pointless cat-and-mouse game with you lowly and despicable thieves. The gallows are the only place for you."

Facing the remains of High Priest Ravenfeather, Prince Gunther uttered a cold and melancholic murmur, seemingly suppressing his anger.

Upon hearing this, Victor and Bernhard slowly approached, silently chanting prayers, their hands each radiating a mystical spirituality. Undoubtedly, they intended to bring this clandestine war outside the Oak Shade Nest to a final close.

Fighting back is hopeless, but fleeing would only postpone death. Furthermore, this action would require abandoning all the Moon Familiars who had come here, and could even lead to the annihilation of the entire Noralian family.

On the surface, Yi Mu remained silent and composed, but inwardly he was making a rapid and intense psychological decision.

What should I do if I feel guilty?

"Now that things have come to this, my dear, do you think you can take my children back to Oak Shadow Nest? I can try to hold them off, but... not for long. At best, I can buy them about ten breaths."

Marquis Jude pursed his lips, then spat out a mouthful of sticky, black blood.

4. With less than a quarter of his spirituality and vitality remaining, in order to hold off three enemies of the same rank and in better condition, he must be prepared to sacrifice everything and activate some forbidden ritual that requires self-sacrifice.

three"……"

After carefully considering the situation, Jude's proposal was undoubtedly the best solution at present.

Just as he was about to agree, the pervasive gray fog gradually thickened, surging like a tide and enveloping the entire oak forest. And within it appeared a tall, robust figure, his body wreathed in shimmering scales.

The old saints of the Gate of Ants and Scales, Orne, the Viper Who Drinks Candles.

"It's you?"

Upon recognizing the newcomer, Gunther frowned slightly in surprise.

Orne had spent a long time recuperating in his secluded palace, consuming a large amount of Heil's Tears to suppress the ant contamination. As a result, the prince was extremely familiar with him, able to quickly recognize him even through the dim fog.

However, Erne has been confirmed dead in the theft of the Hidden Mansion... His body was shattered into countless twisted cubic pieces of flesh, his muscles and bones were torn apart, and his head was nowhere to be found.

How could anyone survive such injuries?

"it's me."

“No wonder you find it unbelievable, Gunther. In fact, even I was surprised to be alive. I was on the verge of death, but thankfully, my ‘end’ did not come.”

Ernie let out a low laugh.

Just then, a slender, barely perceptible snake slid along the ground, climbing up Viktor's withered ankle and eventually burrowing into the old man's ear.

The serpentine creature, constructed with secret techniques, brought a sense of mystery to Viktor. His pupils suddenly contracted, as if he were immersed in some kind of shock.

A moment later, he sheathed his spear-shaped relic, the Blade of Wounds, and with a flash, he and Orne quickly disappeared into the mist. Their retreat was so swift and unexpected that Gunther barely had time to react.

They just ran away like that?

The prince could hardly hide his astonishment; his face was contorted in shock.

For Gunther, Victor's sudden defection was unpredictable and incomprehensible. The sanctuary of the Antscale Gate had long since fallen into ruin, and their followers were deeply mired in the corruption and decay of the ants... and even the Antscale Saints needed the Tears of Hyel to barely stabilize their condition.

The interests of the Royal Family and the Ant Scale Gate are almost intertwined. Why did Viktor betray the alliance because of the appearance of Ernie?

Variables... variables, yet another variable.

Gunther gritted his teeth and clicked his tongue, instinctively feeling annoyed.

The former Crown Prince Murphy of the Geronsen court died at the hands of the chief hunter, and the new king is still undecided. As the most powerful regent, he has almost become accustomed to holding all power tightly in his hands.

Therefore, he will instinctively dislike things that are beyond his control.

Within the pervasive pale mist, a slender figure clad in a long silk robe emerged. Her steps were light and her demeanor composed, as if she were strolling leisurely in a forest garden, rather than amidst a fierce, clandestine war.

The visitor was none other than Fran Hesser, the master of this mist within the doorway.

Of course, at present she is dressed in silk robes and using the identity of "Hermit".

After all, the area surrounding Oak Shadow Nest had become a battlefield, and as a doctor, intervening in it was somewhat inappropriate. To avoid causing unnecessary trouble, she would make a simple cover-up when intervening in such important events.

Currently, most of the White Cup's Exterminators and the Funeral Court's purge forces have been deployed elsewhere via the Fog Path. To be precise, they are now located at the Star Abyss Society headquarters, preparing for an assault.

The doctor brought only one companion on this trip: the young teaching assistant, Child. After a rather tedious medical treatment, he was now in better health than ever before, making him a perfect temporary henchman.

Upon seeing the gauze robe from Ahanta worn by Fran, the woman in the ochre dress pursed her lips slightly, already confirming that the person before her was the source of her unease.

"This outfit... what is your relationship with the deceased 'Flame Rose Lantern'? Why did she give you this robe?"

This was the first time the woman in the ochre-white dress had displayed an expression other than indifference.

Confused, bewildered, and somewhat surprised.

Fran did not respond, but simply raised her hand to cover her mouth, seemingly to hide a smile. The gauze robe was merely a payment she had received from Dorothy in the future, and she had no idea where it came from.

Given this, the doctor tends to remain silent on the matter.

The remaining eye was constantly observing the changing situation. Although he still didn't know why the events had taken such a strange turn, judging from the current situation... the crisis seemed to have quietly disappeared.