Little Tyrant Doesn't Want to Meet with a Bad End Chapter 429.2: How Things Have Changed (2)

The reason why Roel dared to boldly stand before Bryan and the others was due to the reinforcement of his heretic army and the inquisitors. He had not just been doing nothing over the last few days. 

From the moment he was certain that the Elrics would make a move, he knew that he would have to face more than a single enemy. This was further affirmed by Artasia’s later statement. He was only able to remain calm despite his pessimistic situation because he also had trump cards to rely on. 

The Strength Sect and Unyielding Sect were two powerful armies that were led to him under the guidance of their ancient gods. The inquisitors were the elites of the church, the bane of the evil cultists. 

After the disappearance of Tark Stronghold, Roel wrote a letter and had it delivered to heretic army and the inquisitors. Just last night, he received confirmation that they were in the vicinity and were ready to move. 

To make Bryan let his guard down, Roel told them to hold their positions and bide their time till the final showdown. It was only when Bryan finally showed his face that he gave the signal for them to appear.

The sudden reinforcement heaped a great deal of stress on the evil cultists of the Connoisseur Guild, but it also sparked their belligerent nature. With their sworn enemies appearing right in front of them, the eyes of the evil cultists reddened with killing intent. 

Similarly, the inquisitors also tightened their grip on their weapons. 

Everyone was gathering their mana, preparing for war. A tense atmosphere could be felt in the air. 

Both sides were only a thousand meters away from each other by this point. Yet, Bryan frowned distractedly at the sight of the heretic army, having found them awfully familiar. 

He raked through his memories to grasp that feeling of familiarity, and it finally struck him when he finally felt the mana pulsations coming from Wood and the others. His golden eyes widened as his memories brought him back to the March Turmoil two hundred years ago. 

In the distant past, a young man known as Fe

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