"How, did you give the things to him?"
Located in the pitch-black environment at the deepest part of the Abyss, two creepy huge red eyes looked down at the spider goddess Rose.
Needless to say, the owner of the eyes is the will of the abyss plane called "Urgashek".
But unlike his usual cold and emotionless reaction, he seemed a little excited and expectant today, so much so that his voice and tone had very obvious ups and downs.
Rose was quick to notice this, and immediately put one hand on her chest, bowed slightly, and responded, "Yes, as you instructed, I personally put the abyss fragment into Soth's hand.
But the price was that one of my avatars was destroyed.
Moreover, he was restricted by the gods of the Gray Eagle plane and was not allowed to appear in this world or send down any incarnations, projections, or saints for at least five hundred years.
That damn guy used my relationship with you as a threat and pushed all the dirty water and faults onto me in front of the gods of Os.
What's worse is that I have now become enemies with many lords, including Graz'zt."
When this matter was mentioned, the Spider Goddess became furious.
Obviously, after Zuo Si left, she was besieged by the Gray Eagle gods including the sun god Pero, and even her descended incarnation was beaten to pieces.
Although due to the monopoly of the dark elves' faith, even if they are restricted from entering this plane for five hundred years, it will not actually have much impact.
After all, the connection of faith and the granting of divine powers can proceed as usual.
But the problem was that Rose, who was narrow-minded, had never suffered such a loss before. She stayed in the deep pit magic net and became more and more angry and crazy, but she had no way to retaliate.
To be exact, after witnessing the insane fighting power of the Khorne Angel Zariel and his brutal act of eating a demon demigod alive, she was still feeling frightened.
The goddess was unsure whether the drow warrior demigod who obeyed her orders, Selvetarm, could withstand a head-on battle against this great devil who had already established his reputation in the bloody battle.
What's even more terrible is that Rose suddenly discovered that the mages can actually summon the gods and their incarnations of Faerun across planes.
She simply couldn't imagine what a horrific scene it would be if Zuo Si combined this ability with the huge network behind him, and then led the gods of Faerun to start a cross-dimensional missionary and conquest mode.
You have to know that not every material plane has gods, and not every place with gods can reach the strength of Toril or Greyhawk World.
When a suitable material plane is found, a large number of incarnations of medium or even powerful gods will descend directly. It would be strange if the gods that have not yet developed can withstand it.
Once this alliance grows like a snowball, it will turn around and deal with itself. The mere thought of it makes one's scalp tingle.
Fortunately, from Zuo Si's series of actions, Rose did not yet realize that the other party had such plans.
Otherwise, she would be feeling very uncomfortable.
Unfortunately, Urgashek was clearly not interested in these complaints.
To be precise, no one in the entire universe knows better than him what kind of creatures the demons bred in his body and the chaotic evil gods living in the abyss are. They are so bored that they have to find something to do, and every now and then they will be beaten back home in a very shameful way.
Especially the spider goddess Rose in front of him, who has been making small moves against the elven pantheon since her fall.
Not only did he secretly create a magical artifact called the [Rose of Qirashar] to corrupt the elven gods.
Moreover, he formulated a very sinister and cunning plan, preparing to first assassinate Corellon so that he could not exert his full strength normally, and then contact a large number of allies including the orc gods to attack Avandor and destroy the entire elven pantheon.
In other words, Corellon is more nostalgic, and his temper is relatively mild among all the powerful gods.
Otherwise, with Rose's current behavior, she would have died several times already.
But Zuo Si obviously did not tolerate the bad habits of the Spider Goddess, and she always fought back immediately when she provoked him.
So from the moment he secretly revealed the information about the Abyss Fragments to Grazzt, Urgashek knew that Rose would definitely suffer a great loss this time.
As expected, he became the public enemy of the gods in the Gray Eagle world.
For five hundred years, no incarnations, saints, or projections were allowed to descend, which basically cut off any possibility of her making any big moves.
After a few minutes of silence, Urgashek said bluntly: "I don't care about your little tricks during the transaction, nor am I interested. I just want to know where Soth took the fragment and why he hasn't studied it or even touched it yet?"
"Haven't you started touching and studying it yet?"
Rose was stunned for a moment, then she looked thoughtful and guessed, "Maybe he is more cautious. After all, this guy is always very careful no matter what he does, and I suspect he has hidden his real body a long time ago and has been using some kind of clone ability."
“But the problem is, I can no longer feel the existence of the fragments.
It has been taken out of this universe.
It felt like I was trying to kill three Eldrazi titans, but couldn't find their bodies or spirits at all.
Apparently, Soth left this universe with the fragments, completely isolating me from perception through the dark space."
Urgashek stated the problem that was troubling him very straightforwardly.
Because this was a situation he had never encountered before, and his perception ability was the same as that of the gods in this universe, unable to pass through the mysterious dark void.
Although the planeswalker's land cards can form a certain spatial connection, that is achieved through sparks.
And the Spark also possesses some of the characteristics of the Dark Void to some extent.
"I'm sorry, but I can't help you with this. If you want to talk to him in person, the best time to do so is when he comes to fulfill his promise to seal away the three Eldrazi titans."
After saying this, Rose once again placed one hand on her chest and saluted the supreme will of the abyss, and then returned to the deep pit magic network that she ruled.
Although Zuo Si's threat, which was almost like flipping the table, made her very angry and annoyed, it was still far from the deep hatred she had for her "ex-husband" Corellon.
In the eyes of the Spider Goddess, the several small conflicts with Zuo Si were at best just tests and games, while the war with the elven gods was a real fight to the death.
The huge red eyes floating at the bottom of the abyss watched Rose leave, and then quickly disappeared without a trace.
…
At the same time, in a secret base established by Shane VII in another world, three planeswalkers were staring at the fragments of the abyss placed on the table in a daze.
To be precise, it should be two planeswalkers plus a planeswalker's projection.
The main brain separated a piece of its own brain tissue and used transformation magic to shape it into a girl that looked exactly like Isadora.
On her chest, there was a unique light of sparks flickering.
Shane VII next to him was in a more miserable state. Most of the body of the legendary magic - the demilich had been destroyed, or it had been eroded by the power of the abyss, turning him into a half-human, half-demon form.
Especially the second demon head that grew out from the fork of the neck, it opened its mouth and grinned like a lunatic, and spoke some confusing abyss language from time to time.
"How do you feel now?"
Zuo Si asked without turning his head, staring at the books on the table that were constantly emitting black and red mist and faint light.
Shane VII smiled bitterly and replied, “It’s terrible.
I felt like my consciousness, thoughts, and soul were about to be torn apart in that instant.
Fortunately, my true soul is preserved in the phylactery.
And the spark also gave me a certain protection.
Otherwise, it will definitely be eroded and distorted by some powerful will.
I can't believe that a madman like you would actually make a deal with the will of the Abyss Plane to get such a dangerous thing."
As he spoke, the half-lich raised his hand and fired an extremely effective [Disintegration] at his other head, directly turning the guy who kept making noise into a pool of powder. His entire body also collapsed and disintegrated, revealing a skull inlaid with gems hidden inside.
Obviously, this is his real body.
Zuo Si smiled and asked, "Why not? As long as the price is right, I am willing to trade with anyone, even an mortal enemy. What's more, in this transaction, I only paid a tiny price."
"But the question is how to deal with this fragment of the abyss? With the level of me and Mastermind Planeswalker Spark, we can't draw any energy from it, let alone read the forbidden knowledge stored in it."
There was a hint of helplessness in Shane VII's tone.
Obviously, he and the mastermind had tried it before, and all of them failed.
"Don't worry. Leave it here first. I will come and deal with it after I recover from hibernation. And this thing was obviously sent here by the Plane Will of the Abyss for testing. I am becoming more and more interested in it now."
After saying this, Zuo Si carefully wrapped up the fragment in the form of a book again with the piece of silk.
After a simple test, it can be basically confirmed that without sufficient strength, any attempt to read, understand and absorb the contents of this book will be no different from suicide.
Shane VII nodded thoughtfully: "This is the only way now. But are you sure you want to put the abyss fragment in this world? Don't forget, we haven't completely seized control of this world yet."
"It doesn't matter. If there are guys who are not afraid of death, let them steal. Anyway, we will definitely not be the ones who suffer in the end."
Zuo Si shrugged his shoulders as if he didn't care.
Are Abyss Fragments so easy to steal?
Stop it! If this thing is not controlled properly, the core of the entire world will be corroded and distorted, and then transformed into a new abyss level.
The best proof of this is the gods' vigilance, fear and terror in their reactions when they saw it.
"Hahaha! Okay, I admit that what you said makes sense. No matter what this world eventually becomes, it will provide us with enough energy." Shane VII couldn't help laughing.
Ever since he broke free from the constraints of space and became a planeswalker, he has been able to feel more and more what true freedom is. Naturally, his personality has become more open-minded and he is no longer as petty as before.
After all, if you fail in one world, the worst that can happen is that you can just start over in a new world.
There are countless time and space in the multiverse, and you can always find the one that suits you.
"Yes. No matter what the truth of the original magic is, and whether it can really be used in the future, we can draw enough energy from this planet. By the way, Mastermind, how is the situation over there now?"
Zuo Si suddenly changed the subject and looked at the girl next to him who looked exactly like Isadora, but whose eyes revealed a cold and rational look.
The mastermind replied without hesitation: “Everything went well.
I have currently used those lizardmen to convert nearly six to seven million mind flayers.
And the remaining 600 million were kept in captivity as slaves and food.
At this rate, it will take only a few months to complete the transformation into a super brain.
As for strength, it should be able to compete with a demigod."
"Demigod? Are you serious!?"
Shane VII was stunned on the spot.
Because he had been trying for so long but still couldn't obtain the power of a demigod.
"certainly.
Unlike arcane magic, psionics is an absolutely idealistic power that originates from firm convictions in the mind and even the soul.
In other words, as long as my mind is strong enough, I can fight against the divine power and not lose in the battle.
Moreover, every time I merge with a mind flayer's brain, my power will become stronger."
When saying this, the mastermind's tone did not fluctuate even a little bit. The extreme indifference and rationality gave people goose bumps involuntarily.
Obviously, the indigenous people of the occupied time and space, the Lizardmen, have now completely become captive livestock.
The mind flayers who think they are the masters are slightly more advanced livestock.
By "scientifically" managing these livestock, resources can be maximized and a steady supply of spiritual energy can be provided to the main brain.
What's even more amazing is that both the Lizardmen and the Mind Flayers can be transformed into a powerful army at any time.
In this regard, the management and efficiency of the Mastermind are no worse than those of the devil army in Baator and the flesh-and-blood mechanical army in New Phyrexia.
Moreover, as the number of mind flayers increased, psychic technology also began to develop by leaps and bounds, and the functions of many psychic devices were no less powerful than those of the Shock Oil creations.
For example, the mind detection used in the Gray Eagle world that is enough to cover an entire continent can actually be directly replaced by mind suggestion, charm, control, and even pulling millions or tens of millions of people into the virtual world.
In addition, on the planet controlled by the main brain, more than a hundred snail-shell ships have been built, and the brain pool of each battleship contains the secondary brains sorted from her.
This means that even if the main brain carrying the spark is destroyed in battle, she will not really die, but will only lose a part of her huge body.
"Damn! Psionics sounds like cheating."
Shane VII couldn't help but complain in a low voice.
He finally realized why Iolum, the great arcanist who created the Golden Age of Netheril, finally chose to merge his consciousness with the mind flayer's mastermind and became the first mastermind lich in Faerun's history.
"If you are interested in this, I have the professional information of the spiritual master here. You can merge with the master mind that you captured before through magic rituals." Zuo Si suggested with a smile.
Shane VII obviously hesitated for a moment, but soon shook his head and refused, "Forget it. Psychic power is not suitable for me. I'd better continue to walk the path of arcane magic."
"What about soul energy? Are you interested in soul energy?" Zuo Si continued to ask with interest.
"Soul energy?"
There was a strong sense of surprise in Shane VII's tone.
Zuo Si nodded slightly: "Yes, soul energy is the heavy magic power invented by the genius archmage Karsus.
Its essence is to shape the raw soul and life energy directly into spells for use.
If using the magic web to cast spells is equivalent to processing firewood into coal, and then putting it into an efficient furnace to maximize combustion utilization, then soul energy is simply and crudely lighting the wood to build a simple bonfire.
The most important thing is that the energy source used by soul energy is not one's own soul and life energy, but borrowed from an infinite and huge source.
The more connected your soul is to this Source, the greater the power you can draw from it.
How about it, doesn't it sound interesting?"
The gem-studded skull of Shane VII floated up and shook gently twice: "It's very interesting, but I also feel the huge risks involved. Normally, if mortals connect directly with such a source, it will be affected, right?"
“It’s definitely dangerous.
But I can assure you that this danger is not at the same level as the abyss fragment you just touched.
Here, here is the information about soul energy.
If you are interested, you can find a chance to try it.”
After saying that, Zuo Si placed the notes he had sorted out about soul energy on the table beside him.
"Okay, I'll watch it when I have time."
King Xia En VII readily accepted Zuo Si's suggestion and put away all the notebooks.
Different from normal magic, divine arts and psychic powers, real soul energy is connected to a system called "chakra" through a method similar to enchantment, and then gains additional magical effects and power by strengthening a certain part of the "chakra".
This stuff is pretty interesting.
Moreover, since the number of soul energy users is very small, it is very easy to achieve the effect of "killing at first sight" as long as it is used well.
Just when the three planeswalkers temporarily ended their research on the abyss fragments, a hurried sound of footsteps suddenly came from afar, and then a voice that made Zuo Si feel uncomfortable all over echoed at the door of this secret room.
"Hey! My dear master, how did you take time out of your busy schedule to come here? Did you come to check if I was being lazy?"
While he was talking, the diary's sloppy and annoying face appeared at the stairs.
Just think about it, as the secret base of Shane VII, there are only a handful of people who are qualified to pass through the numerous traps and guards to enter.
He happens to be one of them.
"What the hell are you doing?" Zuo Si asked, holding his head.
Diary took out a handkerchief from somewhere, wiped the lipstick marks of different sizes and colors on his face and neck, and responded heartlessly: "Hey - I can't help it, who makes me so popular.
Those young and beautiful girls couldn't walk when they saw me, and they had to express their inner joy and excitement with practical actions.
The Church, in particular, even specially prepared thousands of carefully selected women of childbearing age, and insisted that I have in-depth discussions with them, hoping that they would get pregnant and give birth to more strong offspring.
Looking at the high priest's expectant and earnest eyes, I didn't know how to refuse.
Alas - what a kind and gentle person he is, willing to give everything for the survival and development of the human race.
I decided to help them despite my difficulties."
He proved through his actions that if people succumb to their desires without any bottom line, they are basically no different from smarter animals.
Zuo Si couldn't help but complain: "So this is actually the choice made by the little head below instead of the big head above? You should know what the priests of the Church are thinking, right?"
"Of course I do.
They simply took a fancy to my individual strength, and wanted my tadpoles to cultivate and give birth to powerful offspring, so that they could awaken and gain powerful powers like those gods.
I have no problem with that.
Anyway, all I want is to get something for free in the literal sense. As long as I feel good, I don't care.
What's more, it's not certain whether I am fertile or not.
Maybe I should let those experts do a checkup next time I return to the floating city."
The diary spread out its hands indifferently, with an attitude of "a dead pig is not afraid of boiling water".
"You are a complete beast!"
Zuo Si rolled his eyes in annoyance and resisted the urge to punch the other person in the face.
But the diary was not ashamed, but proud and responded: "Thank you for the compliment, I will redouble my efforts to achieve the goal of killing 10,000 people as soon as possible.
I heard that the princess of the kingdom you supported, Her Royal Highness Lana, has now grown fully grown and is secretly planning to completely eliminate her father, brother, and sister to seize the throne.
Then there was an unprecedented purge of the country's aristocracy.
I believe that in this process, countless poor noble ladies and ladies will be involved.
Then there will be fresh and delicious lamb to enjoy.
Oh, I almost forgot to tell you.
The location of the Platinum Dragon King that you asked me to investigate last time has now been confirmed.
Do you want to organize a hunting event to liven up the atmosphere?"
“Well—not for now.
Our first goal in this world is the origin of magic.
The secondary goal is to drain the planet of its magical energy and life energy.
Continue to collect information about the True Dragon Kings,
As for the rest, it is basically to let the summoned demons obtain souls. "
Zuo Si lowered his head and thought for a while before quickly making a decision.
"OK! Got it."
The diary turned around, opened a portal and disappeared on the spot, without mentioning Old Bones and his Great Tomb of Nazarick from beginning to end.
The reason is very simple.
This time traveler of questionable origin has now sunk to the bottom and exposed himself under the noses of the local natives, and his lair has been surrounded and blockaded by hundreds of thousands of coalition forces.
Players even break up into small groups and infiltrate the armies and adventurers of various countries, waiting for an opportunity to hunt down the cannon fodder and NPCs that emerge from underground.
Before long, nearly a quarter of the Great Tomb of Nazarick's financial reserves disappeared.
Some of the money was spent on resurrecting important NPCs, and some was spent on crafting various weapons, equipment, and scrolls.
There are also many treasures and equipment that drop with the death of NPCs in the constant tug-of-war, and eventually become spoils in the hands of the players.
If I had to use one word to describe Lao Gutou's current mood, it would be that he was overwhelmed and had no idea how to deal with such a desperate situation.
After all, in his memory, before he traveled through time, he was just an insignificant low-level salesman and office worker, a pathetic little person who was despised and cursed like garbage by his superiors.
This can be seen from the fact that social interaction in the real world is basically zero.
In the end, all these needs can only be met through games.
In addition, Zuo Si's interference meant that he was unable to rely on overwhelming absolute power to make up for his serious deficiencies in vision, ability, mind, thinking and other aspects as in the original plot.
In this case, the shortcomings will naturally be rapidly and infinitely magnified, and almost everything will go wrong.
The players brought by Zuo Si were like mad dogs out of a cage, constantly upgrading their levels, accumulating experience, and obtaining various magical items as rewards through fighting and hunting.
There are more than two thousand people who have crossed the legendary level.
Since the NPCs in the Great Tomb of Nazarick are often dressed in top-quality or even divine clothing, once they are killed, they will inevitably drop treasures that are enough to make people jealous.
Therefore, high-level players simply look down on the insignificant gains of other countries and forces in the world. They all gather here and think about how to catch a "big fish".
By now, all of Nazarick's combatants, maids, and level-100 guardians had been killed at least three times.
Some of those who attacked more frequently died more than ten or twenty times.
Shalltear had lost her dropper spear and Valkyrie armor, and Cocytus had less than half of his twenty-one weapons left. The weapons and world items of the night elf siblings were also lost when they died in battle, and the Hell Abyss Scepter held by Albedo had been replaced by another black two-handed greatsword...
The only thing that made Old Bones feel fortunate was that he was not carrying the guild weapon, the Staff of Ainz Ooal Gown, when he was killed last time.
Otherwise, if this thing falls into the hands of the opponent, then you basically don't need to hit it and can just throw it directly.
At this moment, he was sitting on his own throne, staring at the two red lights in his eye sockets, watching the battle images transmitted back from the magic mirror.
In just over ten minutes, two teams of Death Knights and six Archmages of the Dead were easily wiped out.
Some of them didn't even have time to activate the magic scrolls they carried.
That efficient and clean fighting style was so effective that even Old Bones couldn't help but applaud for the opponent.
In other words, the behavior of these adventurers and mercenaries was almost exactly the same as that of the players before he crossed over. They were all so greedy, willing to take any risk for generous rewards, and had no fear of death.
Even when a companion died, the other party's reaction was very calm. They would even occasionally joke about the corpse, and there was no trace of sadness at all.
The performance of this group of people was completely different from that of the coalition soldiers sent by surrounding countries.
If the latter were to suffer heavy casualties in a surprise attack, their morale would collapse in a matter of minutes and they would flee on a large scale.
It is also thanks to them that the Great Tomb of Nazarick always has a sufficient supply of corpses to replenish it, and can continuously create powerful undead legions to maintain the current defense circle.
After a long silence, Bones finally took a deep breath and asked the demon guardian beside him: "Dimiugos, do you think we can start a counterattack in the current situation?"
“Yes, the Supreme One.
During this period of stalemate, I have led my men to massacre the twelve towns of the Holy Kingdom.
A total of 200,000 undead armies are prepared for you.
As long as we wait for the sun to set and night to fall, we can launch an unprecedented counterattack with the joint efforts of both inside and outside forces.
By then, no matter whether it is the adventurers and mercenaries, or the armies from the surrounding kingdoms, they will inevitably be in chaos.
What we need to do is to concentrate our superior forces and launch saturation strikes on the targets that pose the greatest threat and are scattered around the forest.
They were not given any chance to call for support or escape, and were simply eliminated as quickly as possible.
When the siege is lifted, we will immediately target one of the kingdoms or empires and launch a full-scale invasion, killing all the living people in the entire country and creating a country inhabited only by the undead.
And you are the only king in this kingdom."
Demiurge stated his evil and extremely crazy plan very straightforwardly.
As a demon, he never cared about human life, and even got some pleasure from torturing and interrogating humans.
Through this joint encirclement and suppression by multiple countries, this smarter guy has realized that the Great Tomb of Nazarick is a heresy and a mortal enemy in the eyes of the local natives.
In that case, let's just let go and have a massacre.
Anyway, as long as we turn all the living people into dead people, all problems will be solved.
What we need to do then is to use the undead creatures created from these corpses to continuously expand and kill like a snowball, until all life on the entire continent or even the planet disappears.
In this way, no one will be able to threaten the safety of the Supreme Being and the Great Tomb of Nazarick.
The long-term tug-of-war, the repeated deaths of NPCs and guardians, the consumption of a large amount of supplies and equipment in the warehouse, and the mental torture had long wiped out the last bit of humanity in Old Bones.
At this moment, he was already a complete undead creature that killed people without blinking an eye, so he immediately waved his hand and ordered in a cold voice: "Then let's get started!
It's time to let the natives of this world understand the price of provoking us.
They want war and death, give them war and death.
No one should be left behind tonight, everyone should come out in force."
"As you wish!"
Several NPCs knelt on one knee and saluted the last player left in the guild.
After a while, they put on the equipment that originally belonged to other players who had quit the game, with anger flashing in their eyes.
For this battle, Lao Gutou can be said to have risked all his money. He directly opened the treasure house and took out all his remaining assets.
When it was ten o'clock in the morning, Demiurge and his undead army, which had been transformed by slaughtering a large number of civilians, finally arrived at the bases of the armies of various countries outside the forest.
Since the undead could neither get tired nor feel fear, they did not even stop and charged straight towards the large tents where people were already sleeping.
You have to know that these troops have always believed that the enemy comes from the deep forest, so all kinds of guard towers, fences, walls, trenches, chevaux de frise and other things are also on the inner side.
As for the back, there are basically no decent fortifications.
Thus, two hundred thousand undead, led by many death knights, completely destroyed the camp in one fell swoop.
Many soldiers were torn into pieces by the sharp blades of skeletons or zombies while they were still asleep.
What’s even more terrible is that any unlucky person killed by the Death Knight will soon be transformed into a new low-level undead.
Under the triple pressure of night raids + being unprepared + snowballing, not to mention this medieval army with extremely poor organization and discipline, even modern armies would have few chances of withstanding.
In the blink of an eye, the military camps of the Empire, the Kingdom, the Church, and the Holy Kingdom were completely destroyed.
Especially the old king, Rambusa III, who had led the team in person to ease relations with the Empire and the Theocracy, rushed out of his tent, stunned by the flames and shouts of killing everywhere. From time to time, he could see soldiers and nobles fleeing in panic around him. He was completely in a daze.
Before he could react to what was happening, a dark shadow suddenly emerged from the darkness and rushed towards him at a speed that was almost indistinguishable to the naked eye.
There was a flash of cold light! The old king felt a sharp pain in his chest.
When he lowered his head, he saw that his heart had been pierced and blood was flowing out of the wound.
As for his personal bodyguard, he had already died in a pool of blood not far away.
"Who... who are you? Why... why are you going to kill me?"
At the end of his life, Rambusa III endured the severe pain and asked the question that concerned him most.
He was very eager to know who sent such a powerful assassin to kill him.
The young emperor of the empire?
Or the great priests of the Church? Or the restless nobles within the kingdom? They couldn't be eager to replace his foolish son, could they?
In short, the old king wanted to find out before he died whether the country inherited into his hands could continue.
"It's Princess Lana. She's tired of your incompetence and plans to take over the country herself."
The assassin took off his hood to reveal a thin face, and the elf's iconic pointed ears could be vaguely seen on both sides.
"What? Lana! This... this is impossible! She is so kind and lovely, how could she do something like killing her father?"
Rambusa III's eyes widened in disbelief.
"Haha, I guess you never really understood your daughter, did you?
In fact, you are not the only one who was assassinated tonight.
And all your descendants, and a list of six hundred nobles.
Dear King, this coup is also a brutal purge.
What the Golden Princess wants is a clean country where she can display her talents.
As for those nobles you rely on, more than 70% of them will be exterminated tonight.
There is no place for them in the new era that is about to begin.
Of course, we will announce to the outside world that sneak all the victims, including you, were the victims of a despicable and shameless attack by the undead.
Her Highness Lana will ascend the throne full of grief, become a queen, and make a series of reforms.
How about it, are you satisfied now? Actually, Princess Lana originally wanted to stab your heart with a dagger herself.
But considering that if all the royal family members and a large number of nobles were killed, she would have to escape by chance many times, which would arouse the suspicion of outsiders, so I had to give up and let me do it instead. "
After saying this, the assassin smiled ironically, bowed gracefully, and quickly disappeared into the shadows during the chaos.
The old king held his chest in severe pain, feeling his body getting weaker and weaker, and even his vision became blurred.
At his deathbed, he finally saw the undead soldiers rushing towards him, and then his entire head was chopped off with a click, ending his mediocre life.
However, if you look closely, you can find that the last expression on his face was not pain, but a strange smile.
The reason was simple! Rambusa III suddenly realized that his youngest daughter was the smartest and most decisive one in the royal family.
If she inherits the kingdom, then he won't have to worry too much about the entire country being defeated or annexed by neighboring countries in the future.
After the old king had been dead for a while, the warrior captain who was out on patrol finally rushed back, fighting his way out of the siege of tens of thousands of undead like a madman, and roared in grief and anger while holding the headless corpse of the person he was loyal to.
Although he wanted very much to kill all these undead creatures, it was obviously impossible to do so given the army's current state of collapsed morale.
With no other options, Gazef could only take the old king's body and choose to retreat temporarily.
In an instant, the area within a radius of dozens of kilometers was filled with defeated and fleeing troops.
Similarly, deep in the forest, players also started an all-out war with the Great Tomb of Nazarick, which had come out in full force.
Various legendary magic and nine-ring spells were overwhelming, turning almost half of the forest into a sea of fire.
Occasionally, you can see meteorites falling from the sky and dazzling energy beams.
The deafening explosions and violent earthquakes could be clearly felt by people hundreds of kilometers away.
There is no doubt that for the indigenous people of this world, this is an outright war between gods and demons.
Many fleeing soldiers were so frightened by the horrific scene that they turned back after rushing a few hundred meters inside.
They would rather fight the undead to death than die in obscurity under the influence of powerful magic.
The Diary was currently standing above the battlefield, appreciating with great interest this wonderful show that had been brewing for quite some time, and calculating the number of players' deaths in his mind.
After a long while, he could not help but smile and comment with gloating: "Concentrate superior forces to form an overwhelming advantage of more people against fewer people in a local area?
It seems that the old man is not completely useless, he even knows a little about military strategy.
Not bad, not bad.
If this continues, the players will be furious in no time.
I'd better send a message to the floating city of Plantia in advance, so as to avoid being in a hurry when transmitting later..."
(End of this chapter)
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