---- Chapter 2906 A direct heir of the Ludendorff family had been taken out, and the way he died was brutally horrific. The signal behind it was obvious to anyone with half a brain. Someone out there did not take Ludendorff, the King of the Ounds, seriously at all Raiden spoke calmly, "Fine. I''ll leave this to you. But you know what I want." Cyril mmed his right fist against his chest and bowed deeply. " Your will is the will of the entire Ludendorff family. I will carry it out to the very end." Raiden nodded with satisfaction.


    However, he suddenly added, " The one who killed Marshall was a Holtrien. From what I can tell, this person appears to be quite skilled. At the very least, he''s got to be at the martial emperor level or higher. But as far as I know, there aren''t many Holtriens in the Ounds with that kind of power." Cyril sneered viciously. "There aren''t many, but not a single one will escape me. If they can''t give the Ludendorff family the answers we want, then everyst Holtrien in the Ounds will die. ---- Raiden frowned. "Don''t go too far with this. Reginald is still active in the Ounds right now.


    His presence isn''t just for show. It''s best not to provoke that man''s anger lightly." Cyril fell silent for a moment. For once, he was not arrogant or overbearing. Instead, he nodded and replied, "Please rest assured, I''ll be careful." Raiden continued, "What about that angel from the Lomuia Grand Cathedral?" Cyril''s expression darkened. "She''s already been locked up in the family''s ck prison. But there''s no more value to squeeze out of her.


    ording to her, the holy light power of Saint John in the Wraith Graveyard was stolen by a Holtrien, and she was a victim herself." Raiden asked back, "What do you think?" Cyril gritted his teeth. "I''ve used every method avable. That Ivory Seraph is nothing more than a broken shell now, with no use left. And based on her description, I''m 90% certain that the one who stole the holy light power is the same man who killed Marshall." Raiden snorted. "You''ve let this unknown Holtrien seed twice in a row. Cyril, you''re making me very angry, understand?


    I can understand if it were some powerful figures from the Dark ---- Trinity. But this pest killed Marshall and came out on top in the Wraith Graveyard. I have to question yourpetence!" Cold sweat immediately broke out on Cyril''s forehead. Although he was a peerless martial god with unmatched strength, he was nothing inparison to Raiden, for that man existed at a level above the martial god level. "Forget it, there''s no point in talking more." Raiden waved his hand, dismissing Cyril "Go handle it. The Ludendorff family has lost people, and the family has been disgraced because of it.


    We need to wash away this shame with someone''s blood!" "Understood!" Cyril bowed and turned to leave. Raiden suddenly called out again, "That angel from the Cathedral, deal with her!" Cyril was stunned. "Sir, even though the Ivory Seraph is ruined, we could still use her to extort a hefty ransom from the Lomuia Grand Cathedral. Wouldn''t it be wasteful to just dispose of her like this?" Raiden shook his head. "Whatever the Lomuia Grand Cathedral can give, the Ludendorff family doesn''t need. What the Ludendorff family wants, that old bastard Pope won''t give up just for one angel.


    Deal with her, but I want it done in a way that ---- makes Lomuia believe the Ivory Seraph died at the hands of that Holtrien." Cyril frowned, then understood and smiled. "As you wish!" Rosemary was still an angel, after all. Killing her outright would only deepen the Lomuia Grand Cathedral''s hatred, and Andrew would be the perfect scapegoat.