She is a natural disaster.

Chapter 77 The Piece's Resistance

The overlords on Lonkinswit's side were mostly thugs with blood on their hands.

These thugs are inherently cruel, violent, and tyrannical, taking pleasure in torturing others; the suffering of others is their greatest joy.

When facing the Montague side led by the old butler, the mob, who had the upper hand, acted fiercely and brutally, appearing unstoppable, with everyone charging forward bravely.

However, when they faced a well-trained and well-coordinated combat squad, the thugs, who had no advantage whatsoever, lost their previous courage and, after a fierce battle, their morale collapsed and everyone considered retreating.

With the cowardly Dulles fleeing, the mob's last shred of morale completely collapsed, and one by one they began to think of ways to escape.

Whether they die at the hands of the combat squad or are captured alive, neither is an outcome these thugs can accept.

If we don't run now, it will be too late if we wait any longer!

Thus, the rout occurred.

The once arrogant and domineering thugs began to flee, scrambling to escape the manor.

The rout was always chaotic and disorderly, which gave the combat squads an opportunity. The three squads immediately launched a pursuit, catching up with the scattered rioters one by one.

Calvin watched as the rioters scattered, and as the Bureau of Abnormal Investigations drove his men away like pigs. Calvin was filled with anxiety and cursed Dulles from head to toe in his mind.

However, berating Dulles for leading the escape solves nothing. If Calvin wants to salvage the collapsing morale, he can only eliminate Mr. Stone, who controls the giants with feet of clay.

Mr. Stone realized this as well, and the Giant with Feet of Clay, under his control, kept throwing punches, giving Calvin no chance to catch his breath.

The giant's enormous fists rained down repeatedly, each blow feeling like a boulder crashing down. Calvin strained his mind, focusing intently on his opponent, and dared not let his thoughts wander.

This time, it was Calvin who was left to fend for himself. Under Mr. Stone's fierce offensive, Calvin also began to consider running away.

Dulles had long since disappeared, and the thugs had also scattered. If Calvin didn't run away soon, it would be too late.

At this moment, in the detached chapel of the manor, Catherine Capulet's face was gloomy.

Capulet possessed a unique, cold beauty, which was amplified in her rage, making her resemble an iceberg that could only be admired from afar.

"While the fighting is raging outside, you've certainly found yourself a good spot," Catherine Caplet said coldly.

The various buildings in the manor were either collapsed into ruins or burned to the ground, but this small church was untouched by the war.

This small chapel, built specifically for the early-deceased Madame Montagu, is located deep within the estate, hidden among the trees, and is only accessible by a narrow path, making it difficult for outsiders to find.

Lonkinswit's thugs first fought a bloody battle with the old butler and others, and then clashed with the Bureau of Anomalies' combat team. Even though they knew there was a small chapel in the manor, they couldn't pay attention to it for the time being.

Moreover, the Overlords on Lonkinswit's side were collapsing like a tide, and they had neither the time nor the ability to attend to this small chapel.

"Bill Montague, are you satisfied now?"

Catherine Capulet continued coldly, "Are you satisfied now that the natural disasters have turned on each other and everyone in Gloria knows about it?"

Bill Montagu smiled without saying a word; he was satisfied with everything that had happened that night, including Caplett's questioning of him.

"So many people died tonight, and the Bureau of Paranormal Investigations was involved too. Are you satisfied now?" Catherine Caplette continued. "That idiot Stone!"

The Bureau of Anomalies and Mr. Stone were supposed to mediate this dispute, but instead they became a party to it as well. How foolish of them! Caplette wanted to rush out and shoot that idiot Stone.

"I am indeed very satisfied, Ms. Caplette," Bill Montague said calmly. "Tonight's commotion was quite large, even exceeding my expectations, but not large enough."

"With the natural disaster causing such a huge uproar and so many deaths, you still think it's not big enough?" Capulet walked to the bench and sat down, casually draping her arm over the back of the chair. "I'd like to hear just how big of a mess you're planning to make."

Bill smiled and said, "You can rest assured that it was not my intention, much less my purpose, to plunge New Town into chaos."

Catherine Caplet scoffed; she could tell Bill Montagu was mocking her.

"Ms. Caplette, why do you think Montague has ended up like this?" Bill asked with a smile. "Is it because of the accelerator?"

Catherine Caplette snorted again. There were other reasons why Montagu had ended up where it was today; the accelerator was just the trigger.

"Even without the catalysts, Montague's current situation was inevitable," Bill continued, "because someone chose Montague, and someone chose me."

With a thought, Catherine Caplett conjured a beautifully crafted pistol, as exquisite as a work of art, into her hand.

"I am a piece chosen by the player, moving on the board according to the player's wishes," Bill continued. "When I move to the right position, the player can use me to set up his strategy and achieve his goal."

"Everyone is a pawn on a chessboard. You have no choice, I have no choice, none of us have a choice." Catherine Caplette's tone was indifferent, as if she were stating a fact that had nothing to do with her.

“Yes, we have no choice but to move the pieces on the board according to the player’s wishes,” Bill Montague said in a deep voice. “But the pieces also have thoughts.”

Catherine Caplet tapped her fingers on the gun barrel and said slowly, "I think I understand. You should overturn the chessboard first."

"Yes and no," Bill said. "I don't have the ability to overturn the chessboard, because I'm inside it."

Bill Montague is a piece on the chessboard. He can only see the situation around him, not the whole game, and he doesn't know who is playing the game.

"I can't overturn the chessboard, but I can try to get rid of my status as a piece," Bill continued.

"And then?" Catherine Caplette said. "Even if you choose to fight Lonkinswit, you can't escape being a pawn."

"That's right." Bill nodded, acknowledging Capulet's statement. "I still haven't escaped being a pawn; I've just gone from a useful pawn to a useless one."

"So?" Catherine Caplette asked, "What's your real plan?"

In Caplett's view, Bill Montagu's decision to engage in a fierce battle with Lonkinswain, and to make such a big fuss about it, was definitely not to make himself a useless pawn.

Useless pieces can be discarded by the player at any time, and the crisis of destruction faced by Montague is not only not over, but will be intensified.

"The first step is to make a big fuss, ideally letting everyone know what happened to Montague." Bill held up one finger.

"Congratulations, you've completed the first step of your plan," Caplett said. "A cataclysmic battle will draw everyone's attention to tonight's events, and even make them aware of Montague's fate."

"The second step is to make the player pay the price." Bill held up his second finger. "To let him know that Montague is not someone to be manipulated at will."

Caplett chuckled and shook her head, saying, "You're joking, Montagu. Even if the entire Montagu family were wiped out tonight, it wouldn't mean much to a chess player; it wouldn't even be considered a loss, let alone a price."

Bill Montagu smiled slightly, neither denying nor agreeing with Capulet's statement.

"Oh, and we should also add Lonkinswit," Caplett continued. "You and Lonkinswit are at best a trade, probably not even a loss."

"No, this isn't a checkmate, it's a checkmate," Bill said confidently. "Tonight, Lonkinswit has brought a calamity."

Catherine Caplet frowned and thought for a while, her fingers tapping the gun barrel more and more frequently.

"How did you know that Lonkinswit could get the Cataclysm to intervene?" she asked.

"I don't know, how could I possibly know?" Bill said. "It's just my speculation based on reality."

Catherine Caplet suddenly realized, and said, "It's because of Anastasia Angel, that ridiculously young natural disaster."

Lonkinswit's plan to deal with Bill and Mike Montague involves Anastasia, who is an unavoidable link in the chain. He either needs to overwhelm one of the Scourges with sheer numbers or have the Scourges fight each other.

Lonkinswit chose the latter, which would allow him to enlist the help of the natural disaster, a choice that was exactly what Bill Montagu wanted.

"If Lonkinswit can't summon the natural disaster, won't your plan fall through?" Caplett asked.

"I admit there was an element of gambling involved, and luckily I won," Bill said. "Even luckier, I not only won the gamble, but I also got to see you."

"You seem to think highly of me!" Capulet said. "Is this an honor for me?"

Bill Montagu did not answer, but continued to say to himself, "I believe you will come. As long as you come, it doesn't matter if Lonkinswit doesn't bring a natural disaster."

Instead of tapping the gun barrel, Catherine Caplett's fingers cocked the hammer.

"I could kill you right now, Montague," Capulet said. "Killing you would be as easy as crushing an ant."

"I don't know who the chess players are, nor do I know which side you and the faction you represent are on, but that's no longer important. What's important is that you will all remember the pieces' resistance."

Catherine Caplette's death threats were of no use to Bill Montagu.

Bill casually fiddled with the candlelight in front of the icon and said softly, "Ms. Caplette, the candlelight in the church probably won't last until dawn."

Catherine Caplette jumped to her feet, staring at Bill Montague's retreating figure, and exclaimed, "What have you done?"

"You'll find out soon enough," Bill said, turning around. "I mean, it's about time."