From Nun to Real Heiress: Expert at Turning the Tables

Chapter 1526: 690 Rise of the Victorious King, Fall of the Loser_1 Chapter 1526: 690 Rise of the Victorious King, Fall of the Loser_1 Allegro Kent’s last hiding place was near the Holy Temple.

Snow Lion led his men into the temple, where the once sacred and mysterious building was now deserted and desolate.

“Leader, we did not find Allegro Kent, but we found footprints on the edge of the Snow Cedar Forest in the south.”

“Chase them.” Snow Lion led the way to the south.

His subordinate hurriedly said, “Leader, you mustn’t.

The Snow Cedar Forest is a forbidden area of the Holy Temple.

It’s said to be very dangerous and no one who goes in ever comes out alive.”

Snow Lion sneered disdainfully, “The Holy Master is a fraud.

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He can deceive the ignorant people, but can he fool me?

A forbidden area, you say?

Just a smoke and mirrors trick.

Allegro Kent will have escaped and you won’t survive.”

Nando had asked him to keep an eye on Allegro Kent a long time ago, but Allegro Kent was very cunning and managed to escape on the eve of the crackdown.

If he couldn’t hand him over to Nando as ordered, he would have to face dire consequences.

He knew that following Nando was extremely risky, but as the saying goes, fortune favors the bold.

He couldn’t remain an invisible covert leader forever.

He wanted to be a great general.

Only Nando could satisfy his ambition.

So, he was indeed going to venture into the Snow Cedar Forest.

When the subordinate heard this, he spoke no more.

Snow Lion ventured into the Snow Cedar Forest.

It was the middle of July, which should’ve been hot, but the Snow Cedar Forest was extremely cold.

An inexplicable chill crept up his spine, making even someone as sturdy as Snow Lion shiver.

The deeper he went, colder it got.

Snow Lion couldn’t help but look up at the sky above him.

The sun was like a ghostly shadow, hung high in the sky, not casting sunlight, but a cold shadow.

Percival was located in a high latitude area, where the sunlight it received was already scattered and sparse, but the further they went, the deeper the feeling of extreme cold.

He shouldn’t go any further, a voice inside him said.

Years of experience in extreme environments had given him strength beyond ordinary people, and his perception of danger far exceeded that of the average person.

His sixth sense told him he should not continue.

Just as he was in a struggle, a trembling voice full of fear reached his ears, “There…there’s a monster…”

As Snow Lion was about to berate his subordinate for the lost of composure, he felt a wave of cold air hit his face, bringing a scent of blood and decay.

Snow Lion turned his head, his eyes meeting a pair of oily green ones.

Those were calm, ferocious, and intimidating eyes, like a hunter staring at a juicy prey.

Snow Lion suppressed the chill in his heart, scoffed, and pulled out the dagger from his boot, gritting his teeth.

“Little beast, I’m not afraid of you.

The cold wind howled, frost fell from the shaking cedar branches, and the faint daylight was like shadows of ice crystals.

In Snow Lion’s wide-open eyes, a mass of snow white was reflected, gradually enlarging.

It was a beautiful Snow Wolf, not a hair out of place on its body.

It was elegantly beautiful, yet as fierce as a demon.

Especially the fangs revealed from its open mouth, capable of effortlessly snapping a person’s neck.

Blood sprayed out, blossoming like a red plum in the snow.

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Nando waited and waited, but there was no news from Snow Lion, nor any news from White Tiger.

He replayed the events in his mind.

The Holy Master had long been under house arrest by him, and the Silver Armor Guard was virtually incapacitated.

The Saintess cooperated with him to lure Liam Anderson away.

He had already ordered Snow Lion to lay a trap for Liam Anderson at sea using his most elite naval force.

White Tiger, claiming to be searching for the Saintess, would then go and dispose of the bodies and bring back Liam Anderson’s remains.

Once Liam Anderson passed away, the Three Feather Army would pose no threat.

As long as he seized the King’s Palace, Percival would undergo a radical transformation.

Where did things go wrong?

“General, it’s a pleasure to see you unharmed,” a gentle and chilly voice echoed from outside the palace door, as delicate as a broken jade disk.

Nando suddenly looked up.

The young lady in a black cloak walked in slowly.

Nando’s pupils shrank instantly, his fingers tightly clutching the golden dragon head on the throne, his back of hand veins bulging.

“You have been deceiving me from the beginning.”

The Young Lady shook her head, the hood fell, revealing her beautiful face.

Nando’s eyes were bloodshot, “What’s so great about Liam Anderson that you would willingly become his queen?

I misunderstood you.

You too are a petty, power-hungry individual.”

With her cold and clear eyes, the Young Lady responded, “General, you are mistaken.

Whether it is you or Liam Anderson as the king, it makes no difference to me.

However, struggles for power have caused rivers of blood since ancient times, and it is the innocent people who suffer.

You, General, are too steeped in bloodshed and you have no concern for the people, only your own desires.

How are you worthy of being a king?”