Chapter 422 They Are Vulnerable

Middenheim is a relatively clean city, partly because the local mages are purging illegal wizards in the darkness in order to repay the ruler's blessing.

The rest of the credit does not lie with the Sheriff, but with the dominant "Black and Purple Hands".

In order to shake the dominance of the "Purple Hand", the "Master of Change" of the "Red Crown" is even willing to cooperate with his former mortal enemy.

It is true that they are all servants of the Supreme Warlock, followers of the God of Change in the human world, but the battle of ideas is better than the blood feud.

Corrupting the upper echelons like the "Purple Hand" and joining them is undoubtedly a dangerous compromise. Those heretics only used the supreme divine power for their own selfish desires. The true believers of Tzeentch should destroy the dignitaries of the kingdom in the world. Use riots to build new chaos.

As long as the disempowered Imperials, as well as the mutants and beastmen within the Empire unite, the Red Crown's ideals will succeed.

"Master of Change" Sherrent has always followed this philosophy.

In the "Arrogant Baroness" tavern, loose organizations are holding outrageous meetings. There are no restrictions on speech here. Warlocks and mutant leaders one after another step on the high platform to give speeches. Unwilling groups or certain ideas are also here. It can be made public, and as the chief "change master", he is only responsible for mediation.

It is better to communicate with words than to start punching and kicking directly. That is too unseemly. Only followers of the Blood God would do that.

The Chaos Warriors from the North hide in the basement of the tavern, and the roar of the Beastmen hides deeper still.

This tavern on the outskirts of Middenheim only gets as lively as it does now every three months, and Sherrent thinks they have united a lot of strength so far.

There are always people who are dissatisfied with the status quo. Maybe they have more lofty ideals, but dreams cannot be eaten as food. Everyone has different purposes. With only gentle incitement, those groups who try to fight become the puppets of the "Red Crown" .

They were trying to build an ideal nation, so why not go one step further and jump straight into borderless chaos?

Sherrent smiled sarcastically, instigating, changing, and inducing. Every Tzeentch believer is good at this. All related parades are forces that the "Red Crown" can utilize.

It is a wonderful time now, the scholars of Nuln are bringing changes to the Empire, and there are endless changes within.

It is said that there have been merchant guilds that want greater independent power from the elector. After the empire ends the war in Sylvania, the emperor will undoubtedly reject them.

When the time comes, Sherrent will have a group of forces that can be united. Before the empire is destroyed, they will only think that this is an unsuccessful resistance rally. When the punishment comes, even if they regret it, it will be too late.

Undoubtedly, in the "Arrogant Baroness" tavern, they are all free. Isn't "freedom" the dream they pursue?

For Sherrent, there's a thin line between chaos and freedom, and he can easily blur that line.

A group of eight people walked into the tavern. The first floor of the tavern was not as full of demons as the second floor. There were only a group of impassioned speakers.

Those eight strong men were most likely warriors. Their violent eyes and invisible killing repression could not be hidden. They were guests of Sherrente.

"Welcome! Gentlemen! Would you like a bottle of strong wine? I guarantee you will feel at home." The master of transformation, disguised as the owner of the tavern, stood up and raised his glass to signal to the group.

"Tsk~ Little crow, put your tongue quietly behind your teeth, or I promise to pull it off and tie it around your waist!"

The leading man pushed away the people who were blocking the way and violently drove away a group of debaters who were sitting in the center of the tavern. The other soldiers also sat at the wine table in turn, looking at the other guests threateningly from time to time.

Sherrent didn't feel annoyed at all. He smiled and shrugged.

The Master of Change saw the weakness of Blood God believers. They were afraid of falling into invisible traps, and they were just hiding their fear with roughness.

The followers of the Blood God have always been like this, and the Yurik warriors who were deceived and corrupted by the "Scarlet Skull" are the best among the cruel ones.

They are indeed powerful, and every member of the "Scarlet Skull" is an experienced warrior. Sherrent needs such strength.

"Then let's get down to business." Sherrent motioned to others on the first floor to leave first and returned the favor to every guest who paid tribute to him.

"Did you guys have a fight with the Plague Cult on Witching Night?"

"Hmph!" The strong man just glared at Sherrent with unknown meaning. Sherrent understood everything through subtle observation. These brainless idiots knew nothing about what happened last night.

Then it's easy.

"Guys, I think we have to make the most pessimistic plan. There was a local conflict between the "Purple Hand" and the "Tillian Society" last night. The whereabouts of the last "Chosen One" has been determined. That group of The heretics are about to reach a happy ending.”

The soldiers all stared at the skinny Sherrent and roared like wolves about to hunt.

"My informant failed to get first-hand information. Some people said that the "Chosen Ones" had escaped, but were hijacked by another wave of mysterious gangs. Some people said that the "Chosen Ones" had been captured by the "Purple Hands". Heretics The final key will soon be obtained from the soul of the "Chosen One", and the "Tillian Society" is about to have a final battle with the "Urble Hand""

"There are not many opportunities left. I swear to my Lord God that we should unite together before someone from one party collects the keys and summons "Paradise". That is the power of a god, and we will not be able to resist."

"They are vulnerable!" The strong man smashed the wooden table with one punch.

"Of course. Of course" Sherrent comforted these reckless men.

"We need to attack the "Purple Hands" and the new mysterious group, and take back the "Chosen One" before they interrogate the key. Don't let him die. Trust me, you don't want to See what the "Chosen One" looks like after death."

Sherrent recalled with lingering fear that as one of the first attackers, he accidentally killed a "Chosen One".

Life is born from death. I am afraid that only the founder of the "Tillian Society" knows the source of that power. It is not a power that mortals should face.

"One more thing." Sherrent suddenly became amused and called to stop a group of eight people who stood up in a hurry and were about to leave.

"The Emerald Staff is also pursuing this incident, and there is the shadow of the Purple Rose Order behind it."

He knew that the Prince of Darkness and the Blood God were mortal enemies, and so were their orders.

Compared to the dwarves, Eugen was really vulnerable, so he did not shirk the responsibility and personally apologized to the doctor named Karis.