Chapter 233 Contradiction
Having come to this point, Lynch used the Old Ones' symbols to form a secret code, ensuring that only a specific Skink Scribe could understand it, and recorded his orders.
The contract will be engraved on a golden plate according to the Lizardmen's tradition, and Asur needs to find a way to deliver the golden plate to the southern outpost himself.
After accomplishing the important task, Belanna seemed quite relaxed and continued to discuss the knowledge of the ancient saints with Lynch for a while. When he found that the lizard man was not very interested in communicating, he wisely took his leave.
Lynch could feel the prying eyes from all directions. They belonged to the nobles among the elves.
When they discovered that the Grand Mage of the White Tower had left, these elites from various kingdoms almost unrestrainedly rang the shell bell of the Emerald Palace to convey the invitation to a party to the new owner of the palace.
The restless Asur nobles finally retreated because a special envoy arrived at the Lustrian embassy.
The maid of the Everqueen Alarielle arrived, holding a pot of new sprouts and praying for the creatures of Lustria, thereby declaring the special nature of the embassy.
Those in the courtyard were not envoys of humans or dwarves, the mysterious cold-blooded species should not be counted in court conspiracies, the ban that had lasted for thousands of years would continue, and Asur must not get too entangled with the cold-blooded creatures of the rainforest.
Ever since the first wave of adventurers who set foot on Lustria returned, the surviving lunatics have used their reason and lives to interpret the horror of the rainforest.
The Old Ones are gone, but the ancient creatures of the rainforest remain as they always were.
All of Asur's colonies that strayed too close to the forbidden lands vanished, with no survivors to record their fate.
Only the colonies that are far away from the sight of the skinks can survive. The clever elves can easily see the blood everywhere in the rainforest. They have a bloodthirsty god who has not left yet. He is cruel and indifferent.
Green leaves and new branches grew wildly in the emerald courtyard, and vines served as decoration for the emerald. The rich green made Lynch close his eyes. He really didn't like this color.
But Avalon's goodwill was indispensable, and the Eternal Queen's decree was hung at the entrance of the courtyard, causing the nobles to return in disappointment.
At night, in the Old World, in the city of Kislev, the petitioners outside the Bokaha Palace returned in disappointment again.
They were all once powerful officials in Kislev, but now, the men present just wanted to bring back the child's father or grandfather.
The former finance minister hunched over, looking feebly towards the side hall that was being closely guarded by Kreml.
The black-clad guards were like devils walking in the night, blocking the children's cries and pale calls for help.
The finance minister, who was over fifty years old and whose power had long been hollowed out by the tsar, cursed silently:
"Bloody Katrin!"
Now no boy dares to openly rebel against the new Tsar!
After Catherine killed her husband and usurped power, all the original secret detectives died tragically, and a group of warriors with mysterious origins and high martial arts skills took over as the Tsar's secret police.
These tsars would not let go of any lord, and any noble who dared to openly disobey the tsar had been assassinated.
The Esun sect in the capital was disbanded for treason, and the Esun priests who had fought on the front lines in the Great Holy War no longer had the freedom to preach.
Several high-ranking priests tried many times to meet the Queen to petition, but were always turned away.
No armed conflict occurred, and for the sake of the kingdom's stability, the Esun sect eventually submitted to the imperial power.
Kislev could not withstand the turmoil. The Great Holy War took away too many young and strong people, and the boyars in remote lands could not even gather an army of a thousand people.
A few months ago, the sects of Daha, the God of Fire, and Thor, the God of Thunder, openly declared their independence and refused to obey the rule of Tsarina Catherine.
After several civil wars, the two major sects have been driven north, close to the dangerous areas of the Norse Wastes.
The collapse of faith was enough to reflect the spiritual divisions among the Kislevites. The land was about to be completely torn apart, and every boyar was prepared for the worst.
Confusion and fear dominated the night of Kislev. A man in black robes walked on the main street of Kislev, ignoring the strict defenses and heading towards the palace.
The crystal mirror faintly visible in the black robe reflected the fear and despair of mankind. The elite warriors seemed not to see the uninvited guest, and he entered the palace where the Czarina was unimpeded.
The vampire named Catherine had just finished a blood bath. She sat high on the throne, looking down at the devil's followers who had come to visit her rashly.
From time to time, scarlet eyes lit up in the shadows of the palace, and on the dome, swift figures flew by like flying birds.
The man in black robe simply took out the crystal mirror and paid no attention to the densely packed Lahmia descendants in the palace.
"Hail, Queen, a kingdom is at your feet, but it seems..."
He smashed the crystal mirror to the ground. The largest piece of the broken mirror just outlined the territory of Kislev, and the faint cracks on it were the resistance forces within the kingdom.
Catelyn's eyes swept across the cracks, and she saw the opponents detected by the blood descendants, as well as the loyal ministers in public.
No one truly obeys its rule, even though it keeps its identity hidden.
No one knew it was a vampire, it was a secret of the Lamia family.
It was obvious that the person under the black robe was not a human.
"Half a year ago, a blind human stood under my throne just like you do now, demon. You have the same filth in your blood."
The Tsarina sneered coldly and maliciously, saying that it was the old man who claimed to be a prophet who brought about the current bad situation.
Not only did the old man meet with it, he also had a secret meeting with the high priests of Daha and Thor. This was only known to Catelyn. It was willing to believe that the damn demon had also instigated more ambitious opponents.
It should have harvested a complete Kislev, but the prophet who claimed to come to help ruined it all.
Kislev is about to fall, and there will be no ambitious person to seize the throne because the tsarina will sit on the throne until the last moment.
Even if you destroy this country, don't even think about dethroning it!
The man in black robe was not surprised by the Tsarine's reaction, as that was exactly why he came here.
A demon god wants to stir up unrest among the nations to please the supreme deceiver.
His master is the exact opposite, all nations will remain intact for the followers of the Mirror God to take over and rule.
"Yes, but he had the White Raven and the Book of Fate. I have nothing but an empty, predestined fate."
The human under the black robe sighed sadly, knowing that the future was not a good thing. When the irreversible fate approached, he could only wait in vain for death to come.
“Humans are always afraid of disasters, but when disasters really strike, they show unshakable resilience.”
He suddenly lowered his voice mysteriously.
"I am not here to gain your trust. I am merely delivering a message to a lowly vampire on behalf of my master."
The Tsarina was enraged by human disrespect, and hideous monsters pounced out of the shadows, but they only bit empty shadows.
"A Chaos army will arrive in Kislev in the future. Unless the ruler of Kislev is a fool, she should know how to use the enemy to unite the kingdom."
Turmoil will intensify turmoil, but it will also bring stability amidst turmoil.
Only a truly imminent crisis can awaken the resistance of mortals.
(End of this chapter)
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