Ashen Dragon-Chapter 666 - 77 Sovereign God and the Token of Faith_2

Chapter 666: Chapter 77 Sovereign God and the Token of Faith_2

Chapter 666 -77 Sovereign God and the Token of Faith_2

This cult that worships the ‘Sovereign God’ first emerged eleven years ago, at that time it was merely attracting some impoverished commoners from the Lower District.

Over the past ten years, this cult has maintained a low profile, nowhere near as infamous as the Deep Sea Dominator Church, the Returners, or the Baal Sect, and other such cults.

Vincent took a stack of documents from the pile and continued, “But since last July, this cult has become exceedingly active, with twenty-one missing cases and twelve murders all related to them.

The Secret Silver Hand has conducted multiple investigations but has yet to locate their lair, whereas on the outskirts of the city, they seem to be recruiting goblins, ogres, and other monsters en masse as followers.

Your Grace, that is roughly all the intelligence we have regarding the ‘Sovereign God’ cult.”

Vincent handed all the documents to Duke Aiden, then stood back with a slight bow, silently standing to one side.

Duke Aiden casually looked through the documents and said in a deep voice: “Recruiting a large number of monsters as an army outside the city…

That would explain the frequent pillaging of many caravans on the northern roads lately. It seems that there’s an organized Monster Legion emerging.

“Snap.”

Duke Aiden fiercely slapped the documents on the table, his voice sharp.

Heh, daring to do such things in the vicinity of Victoria Port, they must have some backing, even trying to abduct my daughter… Unforgivable.”

“Simon Amorim.”

“My lord.”

At the doorway, the Knight Commander of the Secret Silver Hand, who had been standing guard for a long time, pushed the door open and strode in, respectfully kneeling before Duke Aiden.

Simon appeared only to be in his thirties, tall and muscular, with a scar covering half of his face.

He was adopted by the Sivier family from the ravages of war, and from a young age, he received the finest knight education, faithfully following Duke Aiden for over twenty years.

He was also known as “the Sivier family’s sharpest blade,” possessing undeniable strength, rumored to be nearing the Legendary level.

Duke Aiden placed the stack of documents before Simon and commanded: “Simon, I want you to mobilize the elite forces of the Secret Silver Hand to thoroughly investigate this so-called ‘Sovereign God’ cult.

He paused in his tone, then continued, “However… don’t startle them, try not to let them discover you.”

Simon picked up the papers from the ground imprinted with the intelligence of the Sovereign God and skimmed through the text, his tone firm: “Yes, my lord.”

He was known for his efficiency in carrying out tasks, strictly following Duke Aiden’s orders, without regard for other considerations.

Suddenly, like recalling something, Hilowiz reminded: “Father, I suddenly remember something—

That hermit Sir, he referred to those cultists as ‘worms’ and seemed quite familiar with them; it probably wasn’t their first encounter.”

“Oh?”

Duke Aiden’s brow furrowed immediately, and his expression grew more severe.

It is worth noting that the ‘Hermit,’ as an Ancient Bronze Dragon, had been asleep for at least four hundred years! Before his slumber, even Victoria Port did not exist.

If he is also familiar with it, then it implies that the Dominator God Sect is not just a shallow-rooted cult, but an ancient force that existed hundreds of years ago.

A recently established cult and an ancient sect entrenched for hundreds of years are not the same concept at all, you must know that the Sivier family rose from the ashes of war merely two hundred years ago.

Thinking of this, Duke Aiden’s expression turned even more unpleasant, he asked in a low voice, “Hilowiz, is that hermit Sir still in Victoria Port?”

Hilowiz replied, “Yes, Mr. Hermit said he wanted to casually browse around Victoria Port.”

“Can you contact him? It is also time… to meet this existence that might become a future ally of the Sivier family.”

“Of course.”

Hilowiz pulled out a greenish ancient coin from her pocket: “This is the summoning token given by Mr. Hermit, he said that as soon as it is thrown, he will appear here.”

Duke Aiden raised his hand: “Wait, don’t use this token just yet.”

He turned and instructed Vincent, “Go, call Mr. Koshk, and the other two Knight Commanders over.”

“Yes, Your Grace.”

Soon after, a mage dressed in a deep blue robe and holding a Mithril Scepter entered through the door, gracefully bowing to Duke Aiden.

He appeared to be only in his forties, with everything about him immaculately clean and tidy.

“Good day, Duke Aiden, I hope I haven’t kept you waiting too long.”

He is Koshk Hayden, Chief Mage of the Sivier family, owner of the Coast Mage Tower, a disciple of the Great Sage Trafalgar, and a profoundly knowledgeable Archmage.

It’s known that on the Fianso Continent, to be called an “Archmage” is only a step away from being a Legendary Mage, missing just that bit of inspiration and accumulation.

“Mr. Koshk.”

Duke Aiden nods to the spellcaster and then turns his gaze back to the door.

Following that, a man and a woman, both clad in silver armor, rush over and kneel before Duke Aiden.

“Your Grace.”

They are the other two leaders of the “Secret Silver Hand” mercenary group, Feodoro Pet and Jenny Aldis, both loyally devoted and powerfully strong.

Koshk looks at the two perspiring leaders who hurried over and smiles: “Duke Aiden, you must have called us here for some important matter.”

“Of course.

This is not just an important matter but also one that could potentially change the destiny of the Sivier family.”

Koshk’s expression suddenly becomes serious, and the three commanders also look solemn, quietly awaiting the Duke’s address.

Duke Aiden nods slightly and surveys the people in the hall, then says in a clear voice: “Today, we are about to welcome a special guest.

His identity is something that you could never imagine—An Ancient Bronze Dragon that has awakened from a slumber of over four hundred years.”

“What?”

The few people in the hall who just heard the news are visibly surprised, and Koshk himself can’t help but exclaim.

Gripping the Mithril Scepter, Koshk adds with a trembling voice: “Your Grace, forgive my frankness, I need to correct your guess.

As far as I know, Ancient Dragons are only eight hundred to a thousand years old, and a bronze dragon that can sleep for more than four hundred years must at least be… an Upper Ancient Dragon.”

An Upper Ancient Bronze Dragon.

As a disciple of Trafalgar, he is well aware of the significance of such high-level giant dragons appearing in the world.

The “Wings of Silver,” Osedro, who has resolved crises on the Prime Material Plane and repelled multiple invasions from The Abyss, is but an Ancient Silver Dragon.

Even his teacher, Trafalgar, had to treat this “Wings of Silver” as an honored guest, warmly welcoming him with great deference.

The possibility of forging a connection with an Upper Ancient Bronze Dragon means an incredible elevation for the Sivier family of Victoria Port.

Thinking of this, Koshk’s breathing becomes a bit rapid. He starts to straighten out his clothes, concerned about any unseemly aspect.

Servants bring in a large amount of gold and, based on the “Fianso Giant Dragon Guide,” bring many items that the bronze dragons might like, arranging the hall.

After a period of discussion and Koshk instructing on various protocols for hosting giant dragons, the people in the hall finally prepare to meet the distinguished guest.

Duke Aiden once again combs his mustache, grooming it neatly before instructing his eldest daughter: “Hilowiz, let’s begin.”

“Yes, Father.”

Hilowiz nods and with the nervous gazes of everyone upon her, she takes out the bronze ancient coin and lightly tosses it.

“Ding—”

A clear metallic sound echoes, and everyone immediately holds their breath, awaiting this moment.

The space in the hall gradually distorts, then shatters like glass.

All the many forbidden magics and protective spells that Koshk had set up within the castle seem to do nothing, easily shattered as if they were made of paper.

Suddenly, a warm and deep male voice fills the hall.

“Miss Hilowiz, I apologize for keeping you waiting.

But you’re right, Victoria Port is indeed a fine city, I quite like it here.”

Everyone quickly looks towards the source of the voice to see a man holding a bronze scepter, draped in a gray cloak, stepping out from the space rift.