"Shut up! You are the traitors! How dare you kidnap the king and try to start a rebellion to overthrow the royal rule!"
"That's right! Queen Mother Phil Farrell has issued an order that Duke Shafa has trespassed into the palace and kidnapped His Majesty King Assan V. All of his accomplices will be guilty of treason."
"No! You are lying! All of this is a conspiracy by the Regent Princess Yalusel. She has taken control of the palace, and the Queen Mother is the one being held hostage."
"Duke Shafa has already said that the child in Princess Yalusel's belly is the Emperor Soth's. They are plotting to kill His Majesty Yasan V so that their own offspring can ascend to the throne."
"Stop wasting time talking to these traitors! Since they are so stubborn, let them all die here!"
…
Accompanied by the sounds of quarreling, fighting, the clanging of weapons, and the painful groans of the wounded, the streets around the entire palace had long since turned into a battlefield, with blood and corpses everywhere.
King Cormyr, who founded the Purple Dragon Legion, would probably never have dreamed that this elite army, regarded as the backbone of the royal family, would one day split into two camps and fight each other.
You have to know that these soldiers and officers do not even have professional ranks, they are just ordinary people who have received some training.
Instead, they are a group of warriors with at least LV1 Purple Dragon Knight professional level.
If the skills required to master the prerequisites are taken into account, most of them have a total professional level of at least LV5.
This also means that the Purple Dragon Legion takes the route of being small but elite. From officers to soldiers, there are only two thousand three or two hundred people in total. They were all bought with a lot of money over the years. The death of one or two hundred people would make the kings of all generations feel heartbroken.
But now, the swords they swore to defend the crown and protect the country were slashing at their own brothers and sisters.
Among them, the 1,500 people led by Duke Shafa clearly had the advantage in numbers.
Although the other side had fewer people, they could get support from arrows and spells from the high towers on the palace walls behind them.
So the two sides were evenly matched in a short period of time.
What's even more terrible is that it is now late at night, and many nobles are taking the opportunity to eliminate political enemies, burn, kill and loot. At a glance, the whole city is full of flames. Even using prophetic magic detection, it is difficult to tell what the situation outside is.
Faced with such a chaotic situation, the smartest thing to do is of course to defend the palace gate and wait until dawn to figure out the situation before making a decision.
After all, Yalusel has the powerful backing of Zuo Si and the empire. As long as he can ensure his own safety, it doesn't matter if he allows the royalists to seize the capital. At most, he can just lead the army and fight back.
But this Iron Princess is obviously not the kind of person who would honestly adopt a conservative strategy.
Because when she was still a jade-aged girl, she followed her father Athan IV across the Falling Star Sea to Serraman and personally participated in the famous battle against the invasion of the nomadic army of the Endless Wilds.
You should know that the role she played in this expedition was not to hide in the rear and cheer, but to personally lead a team of cavalry to directly charge into the enemy that was hundreds of times larger than her own, helping her father win the war.
Precisely because he had military achievements at such a young age that were enough for many people to brag about for the rest of their lives, Yalusel gradually became more and more obsessed with military affairs and wars, eager to win more victories to prove himself, ignoring that these two things were nothing more than the continuation of politics.
So after learning that Duke Shafa had led most of the Purple Dragon Knights to attack the palace, her first reaction was not to hide in a safe place, but to use the magic of transformation to barely put on armor and appear on the city wall with a sword in hand.
This move, which was explosive no matter when it happened, immediately boosted the morale of the defenders and reinforcements.
A leader like this who dares to go to the front line or even lead the charge personally is obviously more likely to win the trust and even admiration of the soldiers than a leader who hides when encountering danger.
After all, they are really prepared to live and die with the soldiers.
This alone is enough to put most rulers far ahead.
Why does Azan IV have such high prestige in the Kingdom of Cormyr?
One of the reasons is that every time he launched a general attack on the enemy in a war, he would always rush to the front of everyone, then find the enemy's highest commander and kill him to complete the beheading.
Never fear!
Never back down! How could such a heroic king not have a group of soldiers who were willing to follow him till death?
Yalusail, who idolizes his father, obviously intends to follow suit.
Her disorderly behavior made the royal wizard, Kaladnai, both overwhelmed and mad. He suppressed his anger and asked in a low voice: "Damn bastard! What the hell do you want to do? Do you know that you are a pregnant woman about to give birth? If something happens to you, the whole kingdom may be flooded with blood!"
"Don't worry, I'm not as fragile as you think."
The Iron Princess curled her lips nonchalantly and squinted her eyes as she watched the Purple Dragon Legion loyal to her leaning against the wall outside the city, struggling to resist the enemy's attack with the help of crossbows, muskets and magic.
The pungent smell of blood and the shouts of killing that reached the sky made the warrior blood in her body begin to boil.
Most importantly, it was night! The power of darkness made Yalusel feel more powerful than ever before.
As long as she wanted, she could even release magic that even high-level wizards could not match without any spells, materials or actions.
"It has nothing to do with whether you are vulnerable or not, but rather that you are taking unnecessary risks by doing something that is out of character for who you are now."
Karadne was obviously furious at this irresponsible behavior.
You have to know that there are nearly two hundred guards using vibranium armor and weapons, as well as more than fifty battle mages in the palace. It is definitely enough to defend the palace and prevent the rebels outside from attacking.
There is no need for the regent Yalusel to join in the fun.
What we should really do now is to stay with Phil Farrell and use the prestige of the Queen Mother to suppress King Assan V who is being held hostage by the rebels.
“I know what you mean.
But that would most likely mean serious damage to Suzal and the entire kingdom.
Look at the fire in the distance, we must quickly put down the rebellion and restore everything to peace, otherwise the whole city will be burned down.
Where is Shafa? Hasn't he shown up yet, the instigator of the rebellion?
Yalusel opened his eyes wide and kept searching in the chaotic streets, trying to find the other party.
Since she became pregnant, she has gained some kind of dark vision ability, which allows her to see farther and more clearly than ordinary humans at night.
Kaladnai shook his head helplessly. “You should know that Shafa is a very cautious person. Unless the situation is extremely critical, he rarely joins the battle personally. I just wanted to confirm his location through prophecy magic, but I was interrupted without exception.”
"You mean there's a powerful spellcaster at his side?"
Yalusail asked in an uncertain tone.
"have no idea.
Perhaps it was the work of a spell, or perhaps it was a magical item.
From this point of view alone, the rebellion was by no means a spur-of-the-moment idea, but was fully prepared in advance.
I even suspect that quite a few nobles were involved.
Don't forget that there are always many people who oppose you in Parliament.
So the situation is quite complicated, and the problem may be much more serious than you think.”
Karadne explained patiently.
Because with the appearance of Lord Yalusel, it was no longer possible for her to drive the regent princess back, which would deal a huge blow to the morale of the defenders and reinforcements.
In desperation, he could only order several guards holding shields to follow closely behind him.
But Yalusel ignored the Royal Mage's tense nerves and said directly, "In this case, why don't we open the city gates and take the initiative to attack and defeat these rebels in one fell swoop?"
"What? Are you crazy? We don't even know how many rebels are out on the streets right now."
Karadnei stared with eyes wide open as if he was looking at a lunatic with a disordered brain.
"That's why I have to confirm it.
My father has emphasized to me more than once that I should never be intimidated by the numbers and momentum of the enemy.
Because the more powerful and invincible they appear, the weaker they are inside.
Many times, it only takes a swift and decisive attack to defeat it.
What's more, I have a strong guard that is almost invulnerable."
After that, Yalusel turned around and told his captain of the guards, "Inform everyone immediately to ride on the dragon blood war horses sent from the empire. In ten minutes, I will open the palace gate and rush out to attack the enemy."
"As you wish!"
The captain of the guard raised his fist and patted his chest hard, his eyes shining with excitement and anticipation.
Because since the establishment of this guard, they have enjoyed the highest military pay and treatment in the entire Kingdom of Cormyr, wearing the strongest magic armor and using the sharpest enchanted weapons, but have never participated in a war. They have been criticized since the moment they were established.
Now, they finally have the chance to prove they deserve it.
After all, the Purple Dragon Legion has always been the most powerful army in the entire country, and it is the key force that determines the final outcome every time a war breaks out.
If these proud Purple Dragon Knights could be defeated or even completely destroyed, then the reputation of the Regent Guard would spread throughout Cormyr, and no one would ever question whether they deserved such good treatment.
With a strong desire to prove themselves, the entire guard quickly assembled on the tall and strong dragon horses in an open space in the square less than a hundred meters away from the palace gate.
Needless to say, those mounts, covered with red scales harder than steel armor and with heads that looked more like dragons than horses, were the result of Zuo Si's hybridization of dragon blood creatures a few years ago.
However, as he had more and more resources, technology, and power, he had long since looked down on these dispensable things.
But for other forces on the continent of Faerun, the dragon horse is absolutely a powerful weapon, equivalent to a super-heavy tank in the era of cold weapons.
Not only are they over 2.8 meters tall at the shoulder, but their muscles are as strong as Dwayne Johnson in the horse world. Even through the scales, one can feel the terrifying explosive power contained in their copper-cast and iron-cast muscles.
The most important thing is that these dragon horses do not eat grass or feed, but like red dragons, they have stomachs that can convert all matter into fire element energy, and they especially like to eat fresh raw meat.
This means that their teeth are extremely sharp and can bite through a cow's thigh bone with one bite, and they can also spit deadly flames from their mouths.
At present, not only has a stable genetic gene been formed, but there are also several populations of considerable size.
Of course, since these horses inherited the red dragon's violent character, it would take a powerful knight to tame them.
Otherwise, within a few days, the latter will turn into feces excreted by the dragon horse.
Looking at the team that he had built with huge sums of money and countless efforts, the heart of a warrior and commander in Yalusel began to beat violently, as if he had returned to the age of sixteen overnight, facing the endless and boundless army of nomads on the grassland of Sleiman.
She was just like she is now, with a mixture of fear and excitement, as if half of her was immersed in ice water and the other half was burning in flames.
After a full minute of silence, the regent princess raised her chin slightly and said in an extremely proud tone: "You all should know what it means to open this door. But I only want to say one thing, that is, no matter how many rebels there are, they will be turned into meat paste under our iron hoofs."
"Overwhelm them!"
"Crush them!"
“We will win!!!”
…
Accompanied by deafening shouts, the guards, numbering just over two hundred, instantly entered a state of high mental excitement.
The dragon horse under his crotch seemed to feel this emotion as well, and it kept kicking its hooves restlessly, spewing black smoke and sparks from its mouth and nose.
Soon, at Yalusel's signal, the huge winch began to turn slowly.
After a while, the iron gate slowly rose up, and then the door that was originally closed suddenly opened.
"attack!"
The Iron Princess, with her big belly, raised high the lance with the royal emblem in her hand, and rushed out first like an arrow.
The guards in the rear quickly formed an attack formation while running, holding up long spears that reflected a cold light in the firelight, and charged straight towards the nearest rebels in the front.
The huge noise and vibration caused by the dragon horse, which weighed more than two and a half tons, stepping on the ground immediately attracted the attention of the two warring parties.
After all, cavalry is an absolute decisive battle force.
Even if there are only dozens or even one or two hundred of them, they can play a decisive role at the critical moment. Any commander with a little common sense would never dare to take it lightly.
Moreover, although two hundred cavalrymen may not sound like a lot, the visual effect when they actually launch a charge is definitely much more shocking than you might imagine. It feels like there are thousands of people.
Any army with poor psychological quality would collapse instantly upon seeing this kind of charge scene.
"Form a formation! Quickly form a formation!"
A rebel officer shouted at the top of his lungs after a brief moment of shock.
Because of the previous battle, both sides inevitably fell into a fight with chaotic formations, and many people abandoned their long weapons and used short weapons and shields for close combat.
Such infantry is simply unable to withstand the charge of heavy cavalry.
But unfortunately, it's too late.
Longma's powerful explosive power and speed were fully demonstrated at this moment.
Although their overall style resembles that of Shire horses on Earth and they look very clumsy from a distance, they actually run much faster than ordinary war horses.
The distance from the palace gate to the battlefield ahead was less than 500 meters and it took less than ten seconds to reach the destination.
This is more than three times the sprint speed of an ordinary warhorse, which does not give the enemy any time to react at all.
With a loud bang, the first unlucky guy who stood in the way of the guards' charge was knocked away by Yalusel's mount. He spurted out a blood mist with a "wow" sound in mid-air, and his entire chest and armor were obviously dented, and then he fell on the street in the distance, motionless.
You don't need to ask to know that with the chest cavity sunken like that, basically all the ribs are broken, and the heart and lungs have been shattered in an instant. There is no way he could have survived.
The commander who shouted to form a formation was pierced through by a lance and nailed to death on the spot.
This extremely shocking and impactful scene immediately caused chaos in the rebels' front formation.
The chaotic military formation created opportunities for subsequent cavalry charges.
They were like a sharp arrow, piercing into the enemy's weakest point at lightning speed, causing huge casualties in just a few minutes.
Whether they were killed by the huge kinetic energy generated by running at high speed, killed by being pierced by lances, or burned to death by the dragon horse's deadly flame breath, the total number of people added up to more than four hundred.
You have to know that during the previous civil war between the Purple Dragon Legion, the fighting lasted for so long, and the rebels only suffered about 300 casualties.
With such huge casualties in an instant, even if the troops are the most elite and their morale is not broken, their combat effectiveness will be greatly reduced because the command system has been severely damaged.
What was even more deadly was that the cavalry's charge successfully cut the enemy's originally complete formation into pieces and dispersed them into completely different narrow streets.
The Purple Dragon Legion, still loyal to the Regent Princess, seized this opportunity and immediately concentrated their local superior forces to pursue the enemy relentlessly.
Anyone with a little military knowledge would understand what it meant if an army was cut down by cavalry.
So after realizing that defeat was inevitable, some ordinary soldiers at the bottom began to lay down their weapons and surrender.
After all, this was a civil war within the royal family, and their families had not been kidnapped, so there was naturally no need for them to fight to the last moment like those officers did when they knew they were defeated.
Yalusail, who already had a certain level of political literacy, did not embarrass these soldiers. Instead, he asked the reinforcements from the Purple Dragon Legion to accept the surrender and guard the prisoners, while he rode on horseback and chased the fugitives, shouting, "Shafa! If you are still a man, get out here!
Don't always hide in the shadows like a despicable and sinister villain.
Since you have the ability to launch a coup, you should be prepared to bear the consequences of failure.
Instead of abandoning your men and running away like a coward.
You who always talk about family honor, don't you even have the dignity and bottom line of a knight?"
As these words came out of her mouth, a sharp arrow flashing with a dark light suddenly broke through the air and shot accurately into the eyes of the Regent Princess.
It is not difficult to judge from the strange color of the arrow that this thing is definitely coated with a deadly poison that kills instantly, and it is obvious that it will use any means to kill it.
Unfortunately, although this arrow was fast, fierce, accurate, and at a very close distance, it did not give Yalusel any time to react. However, when it was half a meter away from the body, it was suddenly deflected by an invisible protective force field. It turned a corner and pierced into the neck of the warhorse without even touching the armor.
Poof! The extremely sharp enchanted arrowhead pierced through the hard red scales without any hindrance, and the poison took effect on the spot, causing the dragon horse to fall to the ground and wail in pain. It died not long after.
The Regent Princess, who had just gotten up from the ground, gasped when she saw this scene.
Several guards nearby tightened their reins and jumped off their horses, quickly raising their shields to form a defensive formation without putting their loyal monarch in the middle.
"Your Highness, are you okay?"
A female warrior helped Yalusel up and asked with concern.
The latter hurriedly shook his head: "I'm fine. Be careful, there may be an ambush here."
Before he finished speaking!
Several figures slowly walked out from the darkness, and the one leading them was none other than Duke Shafa.
He drew his sword and said sarcastically in a tone full of arrogance and contempt: "Don't you think it's a little too late to find out about the ambush now? You are really the same as before, never learning from failure."
"You knew I would take the initiative?"
Yalusail frowned subconsciously.
“That’s right.
Because I know you too well, and I know that you will never stay in the palace and wait for dawn.
To be honest, if you stay in the palace, I probably don't have any good ideas.
After all, it has always been under the control of the royal family, and no one can get their hands in.
But unfortunately your arrogance and stupidity did me a big favor.
Now, I don't have to worry about dealing with the soldiers who are still loyal to you. I can just capture you and end everything."
As Shafa spoke, he directed the men in black around him to quickly surround the Regent Princess and her guards from both sides.
Almost at the same time, the archers who had been hiding on the roofs of buildings on both sides of the street and ambushing with bows and crossbows finally showed up. There were as many as twenty of them.
Obviously, this was a trap that had been set long ago.
Because of the pursuit of the fleeing rebels, the guards had already split into small groups to attack from all sides. Yalusel himself was quite far away from the palace, and it was impossible for him to call for reinforcements by shouting or anything like that.
However, she did not panic after realizing this. Instead, she sneered and asked, "Do you think you can take down me and my guards with just these few people?"
"If it were a normal situation, it would certainly not be easy to take you down.
After all, you have been through many battles and have rich combat experience.
But the problem is that you are a pregnant woman now.
How much fighting power can you maintain with a big belly that is about to give birth?
What's more, I used to be your teacher."
After saying this, Duke Shafa lowered the visor of his helmet and began to move forward step by step.
As the supreme commander of the Purple Dragon Legion, he is not a mediocre person who has risen to his position by relying on seniority. Instead, he is a high-level warrior who has a LV10 warrior and a LV5 Purple Dragon Knight, with a total level of LV15.
"I don't understand, given your status and position, why do you want to launch a rebellion?" Yalusel asked, assuming a fighting stance.
Because this problem really bothered her for a long time, and she had no idea about the other party's motives.
You have to know that Shafa's loyalty was not to a specific king, but to the entire royal family.
The decision to replace the current King Yassan V was made after discussion among all members of the royal family.
Moreover, even if a new king is appointed, his power, status and family will not be affected in any way.
According to normal behavioral logic, there should be no need to take such a risk.
After all, even if Yasan V successfully retained the throne after the coup, as he grew up, he would conflict with Duke Shafa because of his desire for power.
It's a typical case of working for a thankless task.
As for the ambitious desire to overthrow the king or even replace the royal family that has lasted for thousands of years, it is basically impossible to do.
The reason is simple! The Kingdom of Cormyr has joined the Trade Alliance, which means that the status of the royal family has been recognized by all members of the organization.
It's all very well for the royal family to fight for power within the family, but if anyone dares to try to change the dynasty, they need to consider whether they can defeat the huge coalition army composed of all members of the West Coast Empire.
Therefore, such an action, which involves great risks but offers very little benefit, is totally unlike the Duke of Shafa's usual style.
"Of course it's to maintain the orthodoxy of the succession to the throne of Cormyr! I will never allow you and the child in your belly to replace His Majesty Arsane V!"
As the last word came out of his mouth, Shafa suddenly rushed forward at lightning speed.
A guard wanted to stop it, but was distracted by arrows shot from the other side and could only raise his shield to block for his monarch.
Shafa took advantage of this opportunity, raised his foot and kicked the regent princess's round belly.
Due to the latter's limited mobility, he obviously couldn't dodge as flexibly as usual, and was kicked hard on the spot.
Under normal circumstances, if a pregnant woman is subjected to such a violent attack, she will most likely miscarry instantly and faint from the pain.
But what made everyone unbelievable was that Yalusel was not only not injured, but was even standing there without moving.
Instead, Duke Shafa suddenly let out a scream, then fell to the ground with a thud, and the leg that he kicked out was bent to 90 degrees, as if it was broken by some huge force.
Even the steel leg armor and knee pads were twisted beyond recognition.
“Aa ...
The indescribable pain caused his eyeballs to bulge out and sweat to pour down. He completely lost his fighting ability and couldn't even stand up.
The sudden change stunned everyone around.
They had no idea what had happened, let alone how Duke Shafa's leg was broken.
Just as he was distracted, a man hiding behind him under a cloak and hood suddenly took out a magic scroll and activated it without hesitation.
In a flash!
Powerful magical energy surged into the body of the Regent Princess.
Just when he was expecting to see the opponent's body explode from the inside, with blood, flesh and internal organs splattering everywhere, he found that these energies were like a drop in the ocean and there was no movement at all.
After more than ten seconds, the guy yelled like a madman, "No! This is impossible! That's the Nine Rings Divine Art [Implosion]! How could there be no reaction at all?"
The next second...
boom!!!!!!
His own body suddenly exploded without any warning, exactly as if he had been hit by an implosion.
Spell copy?
Or a rebound?
The few spellcasters present all turned their eyes to the Regent Princess.
Because this situation was so strange, the mages, warlocks, and priests who originally wanted to take action did not dare to act rashly.
Just when the situation was at a stalemate, a burst of shrill and crazy laughter came from afar.
Following the direction of the sound, everyone saw a thin human male figure.
He had a pair of captivating black eyes and his skin was unusually pale, just like a vampire. He immediately attracted everyone's attention just by appearing.
Some of the masked men immediately knelt on the ground and began to recite poems in praise of the gods loudly.
It goes without saying that this mysterious man is the mastermind behind the whole thing, Prince Xirik of Lies, the only one who dares to declare war on all the gods in Faerun, including the God of Gods Io.
After he appeared, his eyes were fixed on Yalusel, or to be more precise, her bulging belly. After a long while, he pursed his lips and said, "She has the instinct to protect herself and her mother before she is even born? And she bounced back the Nine Rings Magic with ease. No matter how you look at it, she has amazing potential. All my efforts have paid off."
"Great...great Supreme True God! There is a problem between this woman and the child in her belly. I beg you to grant us more and stronger power."
A follower of Xirik knelt on the ground and prayed to his master with fanaticism.
But unfortunately, he obviously did not understand the evil, callousness and cruelty of the Prince of Lies.
Especially for the weak and losers, there will never be even a trace of mercy.
Xirik didn't even look at the other person. He raised his hand and lightly tapped. The idiot's body instantly disintegrated, and his soul was tightly grasped by an invisible force, letting out a scream full of fear and despair.
After doing all this, he drew his weapon and said to Yalusel in an unquestionable tone: "Mortal, your child belongs to me now. Do you want to take him out yourself, or do you want me to do it myself?"
"Don't dream! I won't give the child to you!"
The Regent Princess had obviously recognized Xirik's incarnation, and she was so nervous that even her hand holding the sword was shaking slightly.
After all, no matter how weak a god is, he is still a god, and is beyond the reach of ordinary people.
Her only hope now was that Zuo Si would quickly notice the situation and come to the rescue.
"Hmph! You are so stubborn! I won't be polite to you if that's the case."
The Prince of Lies instantly turned into a shadow and appeared behind Yalusel at a speed that could not be captured by the naked eye, swinging a dagger to cut open her stomach.
Fortunately, one of the guards reacted immediately and successfully blocked the sword with the shield in his hand.
Ding! With the loud sound of metal collision, Xirik was shocked to find that the artifact in his hand could not pierce the seemingly insignificant shield in front of him.
Yalusel took the opportunity to swing his sword and cut the throat of the Prince of Lies, successfully forcing him back seven or eight meters.
"Mortal, the metals used in your armor, weapons and shields seem very interesting. I don't think it is a product of this world, right?" Xirik asked with interest.
Although there was only a moment of contact, he was able to sense the properties of vibranium with the power of a god, namely its indestructibility and energy absorption.
However, the guard who had just successfully blocked the attack of the incarnation of God noticed that the surface of his shield had been pierced by the divine sword, leaving a deep hole and was almost penetrated.
Obviously, although vibranium is considered a relatively hard substance among mortal objects, it is still not strong enough compared to weapons made of divine power.
Unless divine power or quasi-divine power is added to make it a divine weapon, it will be completely destroyed after only a few hits.
But even so, it is still an excellent material.
After all, it was an attack from God, and even being able to successfully block it would be a big deal.
"Prince of Lies, aren't you afraid of Soth's revenge by doing this?"
Yalusel asked sternly, trying to intimidate the other party with the name of the child's father.
But unfortunately, this trick may be of some use to those rational gods, but it is obviously useless to psychopaths and lunatics.
Xirik even let out a mocking laugh.
“Hahahahahaha!
Don't you know that he and I have been mortal enemies for a long time?
I would do anything without hesitation to make him feel pain and despair.
I will take your child and train him to be a sharp sword to use against Thor.
When I think of the upcoming fight between father and son, my mood becomes extremely happy.
After all, no matter whether the result is the father killing the son or the son killing the father, I can get supreme happiness from it. "
"You are such a disgusting pervert. No wonder people nowadays regard believing in you as a shame."
After learning about the sinister intentions, Yalusel has made up his mind that he would never let the other party succeed even if he died in battle.
"snort!
The reason why I have fallen to this point today is all because of Basos.
If it weren't for this damn bastard, I would still be the most powerful god in the kingdom, possessing all the duties and powers of the Three Gods of Death.
It was he who schemed and scheming to resurrect the god of tyranny, Bane, and then colluded with Jaeger to support that bitch Kelemvor. Finally, he joined forces with the gods to invade my kingdom and inflicted the greatest humiliation on me in my life.
I will never forget these great favors.”
Just when Xirik completely released that strong malice and hatred, a black shadow suddenly emerged slowly from Yalusel's lower abdomen, quickly swallowing up everything around it.
In the blink of an eye, all the covered areas fell into darkness and silence.
No light! No sound!
Even the sense of touch and taste disappeared! I couldn't even feel my own breathing and heartbeat! It was as if even time had come to a complete standstill!
This...what is going on?
Completely confused about the situation, Yalusel subconsciously wanted to reach out and touch the guards around him, but found that he could not sense the existence of his arms or even his body.
This strange and completely unknown phenomenon aroused subconscious fear to the greatest extent.
Just when she was completely at a loss, a cold light suddenly appeared in front of her.
With his powerful divine perception, Xirik managed to find Yalusel's position in this environment, and with a grim smile, he stabbed the latter's lower abdomen with a long sword blessed with divine power.
Because the Prince of Lies knew that this dark force that could interfere with even his own divine power all came from the unborn baby.
As long as he catches this baby, no matter how chaotic the Kingdom of Cormyr becomes, or even if it is destroyed, it will have nothing to do with him.
"No!!!!!"
Seeing the divine sword cutting through the armor, the sharp tip was already very close to the skin of the abdomen. Even the hairs on his body stood up one by one, sensing the danger. Yalusel immediately used all his strength to swing the weapon to block.
But before her body could react, a huge hand made of black shadow suddenly appeared out of nowhere, tightly grasped Xirik's sword and stopped it there, leaving only a very small gap on the surface of the skin. Dark red blood slowly flowed down the wound, staining the close-fitting white clothes red.
The next second...
Thump! Thump! Thump! Yalusel suddenly heard the sound of his own heart beating violently.
Not only that!
She also felt that a dark consciousness was entering her brain and even her soul, taking over her body at an extremely fast speed.
Immediately afterwards, a black shadow quickly formed a terrifying huge shape on the surface, like a blazing black flame.
This huge dark form has no legs, and its lower body is supported by a vortex-like, constantly stirring energy field. Its upper body is a huge inverted triangle that is hundreds of meters high, and its two arms end with terrifying claws.
As for the head, since it was completely invisible, Yalusel had no idea what it looked like.
But what is certain is that if it appears in this state of dignity anywhere in the continent of Faerun, it will instantly scare the local residents to faint.
Just as she was feeling overwhelmed by what she saw, a voice suddenly echoed in her mind.
"Don't be afraid, Mother, it's me."
"Mother? You...you are..."
Yalusel seemed to understand something suddenly, and his mental state immediately became extremely excited. Not only was he no longer afraid, he almost shed tears.
Of course, the premise is that she can still control her tear glands to secrete tears.
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