Sampo had once secretly snuck into Zoe's research lab. From what he saw and heard there, he felt that even compared to that old woman Herta, Zoe probably wouldn't fall short in the slightest.
If nothing unexpected, Zoe was most likely also an emissary of the Aeon of Erudition.
"Tsk, tsk, what kind of virtue and ability does this Belobog have, to make so many big figures toil over it."
Just thinking about them going head-on against the Company made Sampo so delighted he could barely breathe.
If this place weren't so ridiculously remote, he would have really wanted to call over Fireworks and the others, so that this great play could gain even more uncertainty, allowing him to feel even more joy.
On the other side, seeing with their own eyes the advance squad of the Interastral Peace Corporation descending from the sky, personally experiencing their invincible power,
The big shots of the Landau family and the Architects fell into wild ecstasy.
Later, when Gepard led the Silvermane Guards and Cocolia down to the Underworld and never returned, this indirectly proved that the Emiya family and the traitors' end had finally come.
The big shots, unable to wait to hear the news of the Emiya family and Cocolia's deaths with their own ears, brazenly opened an incomparably debauched party in the manor.
To make this day of remembrance more perfect, they were no longer willing to suppress the desires in their hearts.
The playthings in the manor, already long worn out from being toyed with, were casually thrown aside.
The big shots cast their eyes on the handsome men and beautiful women whom they had usually fancied but hesitated to lay hands on. Now, swaggering and ordering their private troops to swarm out, they grabbed all of them back at once.
The process went abnormally smoothly. Don't even mention the annoying Silvermane Guards, even the ordinary soldiers were nowhere to be seen.
"Hiss, don't tell me the adults of the Interastral Peace Corporation killed off all our troops!"
The Landau matriarch furrowed her brows. Though she didn't get along well with the Silvermane Guards, deep down she acknowledged their contribution to Belobog. There was really no need for them to be buried together with the invaders and traitors.
"Killed then killed. The Silvermane Guards' hearts had long been clouded by that Emiya family. If left behind, they were only the root of chaos!"
The Landau patriarch didn't care that much. With the Company here, would little Rift Monsters dare to run wild again?
"Indeed, the Company are the mightiest subordinates of the Aeon of Preservation. To even call them overlords of the universe wouldn't be excessive."
The Architects especially revered the Company. When the advance squad arrived in Belobog, the most attentive among them had been the Architects.
As they said, everyone was a follower under the Aeon of Preservation's command. This was like one's maternal family coming to help. Trusting them was surely right.
The Architects of Belobog, who had suffered bitterly for hundreds of years, were finally about to see the light.
Bang!
Just as the Architects' representative, Adrian, raised his head with a long sigh, a blood-soaked head slammed straight into his face.
His nose bridge cracked instantly, and Adrian himself was blasted back several steps by the impact, stumbling before falling flat on the ground.
"Ugh!" Adrian wanted to cry out for help, but whether it was his own blood or the head's, the constant flow drenched him, clogging his eyes, ears, nose, and mouth.
Immense terror surged up in him, making it feel as if all his strength had been stripped away. He wanted to raise his hand to wipe away the blood, but his limbs wouldn't obey.
Luckily, at that critical moment, someone crouched down and kicked the head away, then used a rag to wipe the blood clean from Adrian's face.
Only then did this most authoritative representative among the Architects avoid dying of sheer humiliation.
"Bastard, to dare humiliate me in public, I'll definitely kill your whole family!"
Before his vision even returned, Adrian's temper had already come back. As the Architects' representative, he had always been arrogant and condescending, never having endured such disgrace.
Instinctively cursing aloud, Adrian swung his arm, wanting to slap the person in front of him hard, to show them his might.
But the newcomer didn't indulge him. Easily knocking aside Adrian's arm, the person followed up with two heavy slaps across Adrian's face.
Pa! Pa!
The crisp sound of slaps echoed across the manor. Adrian's old face was flushed blood-red, whether from the blows or from rage, it looked like a monkey's backside.
"You're courting death!"
Pa! Pa! Pa! Pa!
With Adrian's furious roar, he was rewarded with four more of his "favorite" hard slaps. His muddied vision instantly cleared.
Only then did Adrian realize the one slapping him was none other than Gepard Landau, the traitor who should have already been executed by the advance squad.
And the head that had rolled to the side, its features twisted grotesquely, was actually that of the supreme commander of the Interastral Peace Corporation's advance squad, who only moments ago had seemed untouchable and invincible.
Looking around, Adrian's last spark of anger was blown out cold by the chilling wind.
At some unknown time, the manor in the midst of revelry had already been surrounded, sealed tight, by the Silvermane Guards.
The handsome men and beautiful women who had been locked in cages, not yet consumed, were all released unharmed.
As for the big shots who had been singing and dancing just moments ago, along with their immediate families, their heads now looked like open paint shops. Clearly, all had received the Guards' special treatment.
The Landau patriarch and matriarch, those two who had dominated Belobog's affairs for half a century, those two self-styled noble aristocrats, were at this moment beaten into submission as well, lying silently on the ground groaning.
Judging from their weak breathing, they were clearly badly hurt.
"What the hell is going on here?!"
Adrian fainted straight from anger. The sight before him was far too unreal, making him think he was dreaming a nightmare. But even in nightmares, such things shouldn't exist.
"Huff! Huff!" Adrian's wretched howl before fainting scared the barely-conscious Landau patriarch awake again.
Panting heavily, he rolled over, pressing most of his weight on his wife, and using her as support, forcibly sat up.
"Patriarch, if you had just been beaten to death by the Guards earlier, maybe that would have been a good thing for everyone," Serval said, brushing her hair back, her meaning unreadable.
The Landau patriarch didn't reply, but glared venomously at the culprits of this rebellion, Gepard Landau and the long-absent Serval Landau.
For a long time, the patriarch squeezed words out through his teeth, one by one.
"You two scourges… I should have killed you both and thrown you in the sewers the first time you mixed with those lowborns!"
"And I said long ago, if my younger brother died, you'd all be buried with him!"
Serval had seen through the family's rot earlier than Gepard. She had once thought of giving up, even of dying, but for the sake of her foolish little brother, she held on with determination.
All these years, Serval had used the "Neverwinter Workshop" as cover, secretly gathering considerable strength, even linking together the major forces of the Underworld.
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