After so many responses in such a short period of time, the Count has done everything he can do.

If he had a hundred eyes, he would have seen Zieges ambushed under the castle.

But now he only had three eyes left, two eyes could not move on his face, and one eye was used to fight back, and he had no energy to monitor other places in the valley.

The Count trapped in the mud did not struggle much. Ziggsey tried to keep a distance of fifty steps from the Count. The last battle was vivid in my mind. Looking at the empty sleeves on his left arm, he did not have the courage to get close to the Count, nor even the courage to look directly at the Count.

But Manda must get close to the Count and must look directly at the Count, because he must take the Count's life with his own hands. No one, including Leonder and Bruto, has the courage to kill the Count, and no one can do this for Manda.

Manda stood in front of the count, and the count clenched his fists, with a smile on his face, not looking so angry, and for some reason his fists were clenched so tightly.

"Tell me, what did I do wrong?" the Count smiled, "You are the prisoner of the Claudesay family. You were driven into the valley. I gave you the chance to survive."

Manda nodded and said, "That's right, I should be grateful for you in this matter."

"I don't know how you used to hide your natal god, nor do you know how you used to hide your first sacrifice. In short, you have been cheating on me all the time."

Manda nodded and said, "As far as these things are concerned, I owe you a little."

"I sent you out of the valley to collect information for me, you brought a group of people I didn't know at all, and instigated Worm to continue to deceive me, this is a betrayal of me."

"I don't deny it," Manda nodded again, "I have never been loyal to you, nor have you trusted me."

The Count shook his head and said, "But the betrayer should be killed after all, and I still did nothing wrong with this."

Manda shrugged and said, "You think you can kill it if you should kill it. You are really wrong in this matter. I am not someone you can kill it if you want. If you let me have a way out, everyone will get along well and break up. How perfect would that end."

The Count was silent for a long time and sighed: "I am about to die. Can I answer my last question? Who is your natal god?"

Manda said: "Your natal god is Argos, a hundred-eyed giant. If you still remember the records in the divine spectrum, you should know whose hands Argos died." [Note 1]

"Hermes, the Lord God believer," the count smiled, "I really didn't expect that this is fate, come on, do it!"

He put his hands on his chest and made a prayer gesture. Manda suddenly took out the spindle and threw it towards the count's right hand.

The spindle pierced the count's palm, and a bloody eyeball fell into the mud.

No wonder he held his hands so tightly, and he had an eye in his hand. He wanted to take advantage of the opportunity to pray for the final counterattack, but unfortunately he was seen through by Manda.

The Count cried out in pain and trembled, saying, "Argos was finally resurrected by Hera, and he is still a god."

"It's a pity that you don't have a chance to be resurrected." Manda showed an unbearable smile with a provocative mask.

Golden light emerged from the count's eyes. These two eyes were his original eyes and could not change the position. Manda could judge the direction of the emission of the golden light, so she could naturally easily avoid the golden light.

The golden light gradually dissipated, the count exhausted its mana. After a period of running-up, Manda jumped high, cut off the count's head in the air, and his feet fell outside the mud.

Ziggas retracted his mud skill, and the count's head remained quietly on the ground.

Manda digs out the Count's last two eyes, completes the final blow, completely cutting off the consequences.

He raised the count's head and stood in the middle of the valley.

Some believers who came from all directions were at a loss, some wanted to rush up to fight, and some wanted to take the opportunity to escape the valley.

Until Leonder walked to Manda, he knelt on one knee to express his surrender.

Everyone knelt on the ground, waiting for Manda's hair to fall.

Manda whispered loudly: "The Earl's era is over, and Leonde has become a demigod. He has won the name of Cerberus [Note 2]. From now on, he is the master of the valley of resentment!"

Leonder's breathing stopped. He forced himself to inhale, but his throat tightened and his body trembled, which made him work hard several times before he could suck the air into his lungs.

He stood up with difficulty and walked to Manda with a little confused face. He didn't know what to do next.

Manda handed the count's head to Leonder. Looking at the count's hideous expression, Leonder was a little scared. Although there were only two empty eye sockets left under the count's eyebrows, Leonder was really worried that the count would suddenly have two eyes and use skills he could not imagine to kill him.

It was like a tamed beast. After experiencing countless trainings, he always believed that the Count was omnipotent.

Fortunately, there were more than one wild beasts tamed at the scene, and all members of the valley had natural fears about the count.

Leonder gritted his teeth and raised the count's head over his head. Everyone knelt on one knee and expressed surrender to Leonder.

Their surrender comes from fear, not from sincerity. Even if they become demigods, Leonde's strength is still far from that of the count. It was not him who killed the count, but Manda. The most important thing is that Leonde did not get the contract of Tifeng. The Valley of Respect is part of the abyss of Taltarus. If he wants to become the master of the Valley of Respect, he must be recognized by Tifeng.

If he wants to keep his seat firm, Leonder still has a lot to do, and Manda's top priority is to save Bruto.

He carried Bruto up the cliff and went to the old witch's cave. The Count's poison had already made Bruto lose consciousness, but Portia was very confident in her methods.

"It will take a month to walk in three days and completely recover. It seems that a battle has occurred in the valley. Is the count dead?"

Manda told the truth, and the old witch was not surprised that Manda killed the Count.

"Some people can never be tamed, and choose to endure because they are not full of wings," the old witch sighed. "The Count is too arrogant. From the day he lets you out of sight, today's ending is destined..."

While speaking, Manda suddenly felt a chill behind his head. He instinctively jumped forward and avoided the dagger that stabbed the back of his head.

Manda turned around and saw a beautiful woman staring at him with blood-red eyes.

The old witch smiled and said to Manda, "Sarya, you know her, she still hates you so much."

I know her? She hates me? Where did this start? I have never seen her before.

Manda said with a confused look on her face: "We have no grudges in the past and no grudges in the past, why are you..."

The witch Saarya looked at Manda fiercely and said, "You turned me into a slave."
Chapter completed!