Hermes, the Old Holy City area.

Marvin's feelings over the past month or so could be described as a rollercoaster ride.

From the moment the Lord of the Sky brought him onto the God-made God, he had already made up his mind to cling to this lifeline no matter what, never letting go.

What were firearms and iron birds compared to a flying city?

This was a miracle worthy of worship!

He also swept away his previous decline, showing his value as much as possible, sparing no effort in organizing the people to work and build supply stations, and repeatedly received praise from the Lord of the Sky. This made his position among the nobles increasingly stable, and he seemed to be the leader of the group.

However, a letter from the Northern Lands broke Marvin's peaceful life.

He didn't expect that the Lord of the Sky would attach so much importance to this seemingly absurd piece of paper. The first thing he did after reappearing after disappearing for several weeks was to order them to go to the foot of Hermes Mountain and the Eternal Winter Kingdom to wait for new similar letters—as for who sent the letter, how long it would take to arrive, or even the specific location to receive it, he knew nothing.

Frankly speaking, Marvin was a hundred times reluctant to leave the God-made God, even if it was full of devils, they were devils who would not deprive him of his position and power. However, the Lord's orders were hard to disobey, and he finally chose the former between the two places, for no other reason than that the Old Holy City was closer to the God-made God.

At this time, the northern borders of the Four Kingdoms were covered with red mist, and the Graycastle people seemed to be exhausted from resisting the devils. He had some nobles following him. But waiting idly for a secret letter that he didn't know when would arrive was really anxiety-inducing. In order to complete the task as soon as possible, Marvin risked his people running away and expanded their activity area. During this period, there were several private escape incidents, and he also hanged many people as a warning, while offering generous rewards for possible clues, but he never waited for that letter.

If all the above were just a matter of luck, then the development of things later completely exceeded Marvin's expectations.

The God-made God suddenly rose higher, then moved east all the way, and finally disappeared from his sight—this made the Duke feel extremely panicked. The city of miracles floating behind him was his greatest reliance, and life without it was restless. What was worse, the Lord of the Sky never showed up again, as if he had completely forgotten about the secret letter.

Before long, he heard the news that the floating land had been shot down by the Graycastle people.

To be honest, Marvin didn't believe this nonsense from the bottom of his heart—that was a floating mountain dozens of miles in radius. If the Graycastle people had the ability to level mountains, why would they wait until now to use it!

Unfortunately, not everyone was as smart as him.

For a time, people's hearts were fluctuating, and he found that he could not control the other nobles.

The Lord of the Sky still had no news, which further aggravated this point.

His mood became worse and worse. Besides using alcohol and women to relieve his worries, he didn't want to do anything else. Life was almost back to the way it was when he was in the Eternal Winter King's Capital.

"Sack, Sack!" After finishing a bottle of wine, Marvin shouted the old butler's name.

"My Lord, what are your orders?" The butler quickly pushed open his door.

"Find a few more girls tonight, young and beautiful—" he shouted with a slurred tongue.

"But, you only ordered them yesterday..."

"That was yesterday's business! I am the Duke, this is my right, understand? They should dedicate everything to me!"

"Yes... I understand," the old butler said, bowing his head.

"By the way, the people who were sent out... is there any new news?" Marvin didn't believe the rumors in the streets, but that didn't mean he wouldn't verify them himself—in fact, when the God-made God left the Hermes Plateau, he sent several teams to track the target, trying to figure out where it was going. It's just that these people were really inefficient. By yesterday, only a few of them had returned.

The old butler shook his head, "Currently, we only know that Graycastle did not engage in any battles with the God-made God along the way. Perhaps in another two days, there will be definite news."

"These lazy bastards..." Marvin opened a new bottle of wine while cursing, "Alright, you can go down."

Then he would just wait another two days.

The red mist was dissipating, and he couldn't guarantee when the Graycastle people would make a comeback. He had to consider a way out for himself—even if he wasn't here, it wouldn't mean he was disobeying the Lord of the Sky's orders. Whoever gets the letter gets the credit, it's just that the merit is a little less.

Of course, the Eternal Winter Kingdom was not a place he wanted to go. It had been proven that it could not resist the Graycastle people's attack.

Marvin learned from other high-ranking devils that a new God-made God was flying this way, and it was the city where the Devil King was located. It was obviously a very suitable retreat.

As long as he followed the route taken by some of the devils who had been transferred earlier, it shouldn't be difficult to find it.

When the time came, he would only leave with the most loyal nobles.

Night fell quickly, but the girls Marvin wanted had not appeared yet.

This made him furious, it seemed that his old butler was also starting to become useless.

He waited patiently for another half an hour. When footsteps came from outside the door, the words of blame were already in Marvin's throat.

However, the person who opened the door was not the old butler, but a group of dirty people. Some of them were holding hoes, and some were holding carrying poles. They looked like a rabble. The Duke looked at them in disbelief as they poured into the house, trampling the velvet carpet in the bedroom with mud.

Thinking that his mansion was being trampled by such a group of lowly people, he couldn't help but scream, "Guards, guards!"

But Marvin did not get a response.

Interrupting him was a bloody head, that of the old butler Sack.

Marvin's drunkenness instantly faded by half.

"What do you want to do!?"

"Everyone has had enough of your oppression, Marvin. Pike!" the leader shouted, "Because of your damned orders, many people have been worked to death in the quarry, but you turn a blind eye and even withhold the wages that should be paid! We are not your servants, let alone your slaves!"

"Nobles are not superior to commoners, the Graycastle people are right!"

"Working desperately for monsters during the day, and offering our wives and daughters at night, you are the real devil!"

"Surrender and go to Graycastle with us now, or you can forget about leaving this room!"

Damn it, Marvin thought hatefully, these guys have been eroded by the ideas of the Graycastle people—if he had known this, he shouldn't have let them go outside the Old Holy City to inquire about news!

"I am the Duke, who dares to attack me?" While sternly warning them, he drew the long sword from the table. Compared to the "weapons" in the opponent's hands, this sharp blade looked unparalleled. Since they were able to break in here without warning, it was clear that the guards and servants had betrayed him. He had to break out of here, contact other nobles, and then concentrate the knights to wipe out this mob!

The Duke's name temporarily shocked everyone—he was not a commoner like the old butler. The Pike family had ruled Snow Reflection Fortress for many generations. For the commoners of Eternal Winter, his status was unattainable. Marvin was precisely aiming at this point when he deliberately put on a superior posture. He didn't believe that any lowly person would dare to hurt him.

Suddenly, a stone was thrown from the shadows, hitting him directly in the side of the face.

The severe pain instantly froze Marvin in place.

They actually dared?

An old man with white hair rushed out of the crowd and lunged at him, crying, "Devil, give me back my daughter—!"

Marvin subconsciously raised his sword and pierced the other person's chest.

By the time he reacted, the crowd had already swarmed up—the old man's death was like a floodgate, releasing the emotions that had been suppressed by the crowd for a long time.

Hoes and carrying poles rained down on Marvin, and he seemed to hear the sound of his bones breaking.

"You lowly people, stop!"

"No, stop... don't, don't hit me..."

"Cough cough, please..."

The voice gradually lowered.

It was not until the Duke turned into a puddle of mud that the crowd stopped.

"We killed a noble..." someone said in a trembling voice.

"So what? The King of Graycastle doesn't recognize nobles, and besides, he was an enemy of Graycastle."

"What if the other Eternal Winter nobles find out? They have horses and armor, if they catch up..."

"Anyway, things have come to this point, what else can we do." The leader looked around and said, "We are not the only ones who have been oppressed. While the devils are not here, why not—"

"Fight them," another person said in a low voice.

"Fight them."

"Fight them, and then go to Graycastle!" Before long, the voice spread, turning into a unified slogan, rushing out of the house like a flood to the dark earth.