Borujie was a high-ranking
A Wizard Tower! Only within a Wizard Tower could high-ranking Wizards conduct deeper research into other planes and advance their Wizard rank.
Moreover, a high-ranking Wizard protected by a Wizard Tower was worlds apart from a wandering Wizard with nothing to their name.
Of course, with so many benefits, the cost of building a Wizard Tower was equally terrifying. Even at the lowest configuration, two million gold coins were unavoidable.
Leilin was certain that Marquis Louis had poured nearly half of his trading profits into this Wizard Tower that was still under construction.
For him, this was equally a windfall. If he could seize all these supplies, building his own Wizard Tower in the future would be much easier.
Leilin had already found the exclusive construction blueprints for the Wizard Tower among Borujie's dimensional bag, but the foundational materials were also extremely precious — all shipped at great expense from distant continents by Marquis Louis, who had spent countless gold coins and manpower transporting them thousands of miles.
Following the map that Dim had provided earlier, Leilin led his men directly to the site where Borujie had planned to construct the Wizard Tower.
Several camps had already been set up here, and there was even a rudimentary foundation for the Wizard Tower.
"If we had actually let them finish building the Wizard Tower, we would never have been able to breach the port's defenses today — we might very well have been completely annihilated!"
Looking at the project that had only just begun, Leilin remarked to those beside him with lingering fear.
However, the camp was already in chaos. Corpses lay scattered across the ground in tangled heaps, and blood-crazed pirates were storming from room to room everywhere.
"Stop them!"
Leilin waved his hand. He had no sympathy for these lawless, undisciplined rabble pirates who had worked themselves into a frenzy.
"Drop what you've stolen and leave — or die here!"
Leilin spoke calmly, and to this band of pirates, he appeared as terrifying as a demon god.
Under the threat of death, most of the pirates obediently dropped what they were holding and charged toward the port.
There was plenty of wealth to be had there as well — getting themselves killed here was hardly worth it.
But a small fraction of the pirates had gone completely mad and refused to abandon their loot. For these stubborn few, Leilin waved his hand, and Robin Hood immediately led his men to pounce on them...
"Open the storerooms!"
Once the area had been completely cleared, Robin Hood seized a man who looked like a steward and, with a bloodied blade pressed against him, forced him to open each storeroom one by one.
In an instant, a kaleidoscope of dazzling light flooded the eyes of Leilin's men.
"Diamondstone, ironwood, construct cores, and so much Wizard alloy... Excellent, excellent. These are all resources unavailable in the outer seas — essential materials for building a Wizard Tower..."
But that was not all. After breaking through a concealed magical mechanism, Leilin even discovered a small warehouse storing large quantities of mithril and gold essence!
Both of these metals had excellent magical receptivity and were precious materials required for many Wizard items.
"This... is probably only a portion of it!"
Leilin's eyes carried a look of感慨 — "Slave trading really is the most profitable business!"
Of course, this was also because his family had only recently entered the sugar and fish floss trade. Otherwise, they too could have accumulated unimaginable wealth.
"Organize the men and move all of this onto the Crimson Tiger. Assign people specifically to guard it!"
Leilin summoned
Afterward, he brought Isabelle and the others to the marquis's manor, which was under siege.
Reynold was leading a fierce assault at the moment, but the resistance inside was tenacious as well. Marquis Louis had accumulated power over decades, and it was not so easily destroyed. Even though most of his forces had already been eliminated at sea, loyal retainers still appeared.
But this futile resistance crumbled the moment Leilin arrived.
A few fireball spells were enough to blast the manor's main gate wide open, revealing the opulent complex within.
Isabelle charged forward like a valkyrie, her black enchanted sword drinking deep of hot blood — toward the enemies who had destroyed her family, she showed no mercy whatsoever.
"Reynold, tell the pirates that the entire manor and several other key warehouses belong to us. Anyone who dares covet them — kill them on the spot!"
Leilin called Reynold over and issued a cold command.
He was no pushover. He had summoned all these rabble pirates merely to bolster their presence. Letting them run wild and plunder was already a show of mercy — there was no way he would hand over the greatest profits to them.
"At once, Young Master!"
Reynold's entire being radiated excitement. He harbored his own grudge against Marquis Louis's family, and now that his vengeance was being fulfilled, his admiration for Leilin was complete.
The operation proceeded smoothly. By the time Reynold directed his men to empty several storehouses, Leilin had also received Isabelle's battle report.
"The entire manor has fallen. Everyone except Dim and a few others has been captured — even Marquis Louis was found dead in his study?"
"That's enough. Let's go!"
Leilin looked with a cold smile at several spots in the city that remained relatively calm — even glowing with light. Those were the temples!
Even the bishops could not withstand a tide of pirates like this and could only passively rely on the divine power within their temples for defense.
Leilin was certainly not foolish enough to send his men to storm the temples. As for the other crazed rabble, there was no need to worry about them either.
Moreover, Leilin's attack this time had only succeeded because it caught the enemy off guard. If the other temples managed to react and even coordinated with each other, it would become troublesome.
"At once, Young Master! And the other pirates?"
Reynold asked, pressing his right hand to his chest in salute.
"They came for wealth, and now they die here for wealth. Isn't that perfectly natural?"
In the grip of such a frenzy, the pirates who could recognize the danger and withdraw in time were, after all, a rare few. And if they could manage that, they naturally deserved to survive.
The Crimson Tiger departed the port — now transformed into hell — accompanied by several warships. They even set a few large fires, yet still attracted little attention from the pirates. People immersed in madness and slaughter were always quite slow to notice what was happening around them.
Several beams of divine light stubbornly shone through the flames, even providing shelter to the surrounding commoners.
But among those beams of temple light, a few shadows seemed to be mixed in as well.
"Heh... The Church of the God of Murder? Our account will be settled one day..."
Leilin sneered, his eyes calm yet somehow containing a demonic glow.
...
"Your Grace, the Holy Knights have assembled and are ready to march at any moment!"
A young female priestess had an angry flush on her face as she gazed at the throngs of refugees in the temple square, her eyes filled with compassion.
"Those wretched pirates — my Lord's light will one day utterly purge them!" the young priestess declared indignantly.
The elderly bishop's eyes seemed to contain the whole world, suffused with a gentle luminescence. He turned toward the statue of Ilmater at the center of the temple and began to pray slowly.
"God have mercy on the world! Alice, you must understand — our strength here cannot match all the pirates outside. We must wait for the right moment..."
The bishop's voice was aged yet resolute, carrying a soothing quality that calmed the young priestess's heart.
"Your Grace! A priest from the Church of the Dawnfather seeks an audience!"
At that moment, a figure hurried in.
"Excellent! Show him in at once!" A trace of joy appeared on the bishop's face.
The Dawnfather
With the help of his Holy Knights, there was hope of restoring peace and order to the entire port!
"Your Grace!" A priest with brilliant golden hair, wearing the robes of the Dawnfather's clergy, strode in, his face contorted with righteous fury. "Our church will throw every force at our disposal against evil. I hope to gain your assistance!"
"Naturally — this is a duty we cannot decline. I — urgh!"
The bishop stared in shock at his own chest, where a black dagger had already been driven. Blood spread from the base of the blade like a blooming rose.
A vicious curse immediately invaded through the wound, one that even divine magic could not dispel.
"You... you are not a priest of the Dawnfather..."
The bishop slowly crumpled. In his final moments of life, he saw the face of the priest shift grotesquely, finally revealing a sinister visage. The figure began laughing madly as he slaughtered everyone around him. The young priestess, Alice, collapsed into a pool of blood...
Shadow Leap!
After assassinating the bishop, this high-ranking assassin — above the fifteenth rank — immediately activated a high-tier ability and vanished into the void, slipping through the Shadow Plane. When he reappeared, he had already arrived at another location.