Chapter 65 The Battle Begins: You never intended to spare them from the start? ...
This was the day of departure for the expedition. The sky was appropriately gloomy, the wind was rising and the clouds were swirling, and a heavy rain was about to fall.
Standing atop the castle tower, East looked down upon the palace as the number of players silently dwindled while the human population quietly increased.
Everything is ready except for the east wind, and now that the east wind has arrived, we can begin to take action.
"Your Majesty, isn't it about time?" asked Meme, who was standing behind Ist.
Yunmu, Meimeibumei, and Guaguagua are the three highest-level players currently. Yunmu and Guaguagua are in the team attacking the Kingdom of Ramon. In order to ensure the safety of King Ister, Meimeibumei naturally stayed behind. However, her staying behind was not only to protect Ister; they also had other plans.
East sensed the change in the atmosphere. "Aren't they acting a little too arrogantly?"
"Working together from within and without, betraying your own side, Your Majesty, choose one you like." The snowman on the pine tree arrived before he did.
"I'm afraid there's no need to choose; the two combined are just right," said roasted sweet potato.
Easter withdrew his gaze from the window and turned to the three little firemen behind him. "Who upset you?"
“They are not worthy of having you as their king,” said Matsushita Yuki. “After his coronation, Ist was able to say that he was extremely diligent and focused on developing the country. And he wasn’t just talking big; he was actually working hard to do real things. Look at those people, one after another they would sabotage us, and now they are openly plotting to betray us.”
Easter chuckled. "What's this about being worthy or not? I'm not that presumptuous."
Since East's coronation, he has not tried to do anything to ease the tension between the two sides. On the contrary, he has repeatedly provoked them. If they don't have any resentment and are still working for him wholeheartedly, he would have to wonder if there is something wrong with their brains.
A thought flashed through Matsukami Yuki's mind: "You never intended to keep them in the first place?"
Easter did not give a direct answer, which was tantamount to admitting it.
From beginning to end, all East wanted was a country that he could control. He didn't want to be involved in too many unnecessary things. Whether it was amending the law or large-scale construction and development, things would not go smoothly if someone didn't cooperate.
The three players looked up at Ister, keenly sensing an unusual aura emanating from him.
A faint smile spread across Esther's face. "Many things that I can't stand are taken for granted by the world. If you want to change them, you have to break their stubborn beliefs, or directly break the people who hold those beliefs."
“King, such a person is easily attacked by the masses,” said Matsushita Yuki. To distinguish oneself from others, to go against the grain, or to put it more noblely, to be a pioneer, such a person’s path is often rugged and full of thorns.
“With us here,” said Roasted Sweet Potato, “the King can simply do what he likes.”
“Yes, I’m also quite curious to see what the world the king longs for is like,” Meimei said with a smile.
“It’s not as noble as you imagine.” Easter said helplessly. It seemed that his actions and thoughts were always easily misunderstood by the players. He acted this way simply because he wanted to, simply because he couldn’t stand it, and because he had the power to change it. Since he had to do it anyway, why not do it in a way that suited him?
“I’m not talking anymore, they can’t wait any longer.” East reached out, and a raindrop hit his palm. He curled his hand and clenched the raindrop in his hand.
Descending to the bottom of the tower, I met someone through the rain. It was an acquaintance—Ethan Clare from that day.
"Good day, Your Majesty King Felix," Ethan bowed.
“Good day, Mr. Clair,” East returned the greeting. “May I ask what brings you here, Mr. Clair?”
“Your Majesty, can’t you guess?” Ethan asked, his tone smug yet stiffly polite.
“Quite a few people have come; they think highly of me.” East’s eyes casually swept over the dark mass of people.
“Of course, your summoned creatures are all very brave and fearless.” The one who strolled over was Damien Aubrey, the first heir of the Aubrey family. Even through the rain, his sharp and cold appearance was visible.
"Why are you wasting your breath talking to him? Once we arrest him, we can do whatever we want with him." Damien said this to Ethan.
“I don’t need your orders,” Ethan said, clearly impatient. “I don’t care about your actions, and you should stop interfering.”
East clapped twice, his eyes brimming with lust. "Are you sure you have the victory in your grasp?"
“We’ve taken control of all the ‘people’ in the workshop, and your summoned creatures have gone to attack the Kingdom of Ramon again. What do you have left… ‘The Forsaken of God’?” Ethan’s words were full of sarcasm.
"Do you think we're dead?" Meimei, plump and unlucky, held a magic wand in her hand. Players have one advantage when casting magic: except for some specific spells, their spells can be cast instantly. As long as their magic power doesn't run out, they can cast the same spell again after the cooldown period.
Why don't Roasted Sweet Potato and Matsushita Yuki also hold magic wands? Just then, many players appeared at the same time. Some held magic wands, some held swordsmen's swords, and others held various other weapons. Their eyes showed no fear of danger, only pure excitement.
East took a leisurely step back, letting the players do as they pleased. With sufficient system power, in battles between players and humans, the system could accurately leave critically injured and dying humans with their last breath, giving players greater freedom in combat.
A dazzling array of magic exploded before their eyes. The players were all of relatively low level, so the magic they could cast was also relatively weak. However, compared to ordinary people, the presence of so many magicians was already psychologically stressful. Moreover, some players were particularly ingenious in casting magic, and the damage caused by their weak magic power was still enormous.
In the midst of this chaotic situation, a person suddenly appeared before Ister. "Your Majesty, is this all?" It was Damien.
East raised his hand to block, holding a short blade about the length of his forearm; sparks flew where the sword and the blade touched.
Pale pink eyes met cold brown eyes, both equally indifferent, both devoid of emotion.
"You're asking for death." Even amidst the chaos, Matsushita Yuki's voice remained distinct, and vines sprouting from the ground immediately wrapped around Damien's ankles.
Earth spikes, ice spikes, water blades, and other offensive magic all attacked Damien, but Damien countered with his sword, easily blocking all the attacks.
“Their strength is not even as great as yours, King.” Damien gripped his sword with both hands, using one hand to block the players’ attacks while simultaneously launching an attack at Ister with the other.
East quickly dodged to the side, his short blade aimed straight at Damien's throat.
Damien advanced instead of retreating, twisted his body, and kicked East in the waist.
As East retreated, several players pounced on Damien, using their weight to stop him from advancing, just as Damien was about to step forward.
Easter curled his lips into a smile; his players were truly reliable.
Damien frowned in displeasure. "Your summons are as annoying as flies." A burst of red light erupted from his body, and the players pressing down on him scattered.
East flicked the short blade in his hand. "Want to guess why I'm here?"
Damien's heart skipped a beat. The rift between them was obvious. At a time when most of the summoned creatures were attacking the Kingdom of Ramon, why didn't Ister find a place to hide? Why did he blatantly and openly appear in front of them?
After realizing something, Damien's expression turned extremely grim. "Impossible, where did you get so many summoned creatures?"
“Yes, where did I come from?” Easter said with a smile, his words so light they were barely louder than the sound of raindrops falling.
"So what? Once I've got you, all your tricks are useless." Damien's sword was imbued with red flames, and as he swung his sword, a series of fiery sword techniques attacked Ister.
In their haste to escape, both of them ended up in the rain, the rain stinging their eyes and blurring their vision.
The strenuous exercise made East's breathing rapid, and Damien's changed swordsmanship surrounded him. This time, unless East could fly, there was no way to avoid the attack.
Damien had expended a great deal of mental energy to unleash this sword technique; his face was pale, and sweat rolled down his face with the rain. However, seeing that Ister had nowhere to escape, he had a satisfied expression on his face.
East stopped dodging, seemingly giving up the struggle. But when the attack was within reach, he slightly raised his hand, and the attack paused almost imperceptibly for a moment. Black patterns reappeared on his left hand, and in a place unseen by anyone, only a red dot was visible on the white of his eyes.
The attack landed on him, yet it didn't actually hit him; it just passed right through him without causing him any harm.
He emerged from the crimson flames of his swordsmanship, swiftly wielding his short blade that sliced through the rain, aiming straight for the man's neck.
Damien hadn't expected things to turn out this way, but fortunately, his combat awareness was sufficient, and although he was in a sorry state, he managed to dodge Ister's fatal blow.
"How is that possible?" His tone was utterly incredulous.
East had no time for idle chatter and continued his relentless attacks.
Damien responded to East, shouting, "Stop staring!"
"Oh, so you've finally asked for help." Ethan interrupted the fight between the two, his strength was clearly greater, and the power he unleashed was also much stronger.
East's arm went numb from the shock. He shook his numb arm and said, "Don't you care about the people you brought?"
The players may not be as strong as the people Ethan and his group brought, but they have a clear advantage in terms of numbers and how difficult they are to deal with.
“Our target is only you, my esteemed King of East.” Ethan’s tone was flippant.
“Strange?” Damien whispered.
Under the attack of the two, East's dodging was in a sorry state, and he should have been covered in wounds, but after so much time, there was not a single scratch on his body.
Both of them noticed this strange phenomenon, stopped their attack, and looked at Ester. "You have something defensive on you," Ethan asked. "No, if it's something defensive, it shouldn't look so strange."
Unlike their attacks, which couldn't touch Ist at all, the attacks all passed right through Ist.
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