"The South may be about to fall."
Upon hearing this, the surrounding nobles seemed to awaken from a dream.
They are unbelievable.
What was originally just a report from an officer seemed unbelievable to them.
But now, even the eldest prince has admitted it himself.
It felt like a sharp needle piercing their hearts.
How is that possible?
The South has been guarding the area for so many years and has always maintained such stability.
But now, they suddenly say...
Is the South about to fall?
Many nobles were unable to accept this situation and were filled with despair, collapsing helplessly beside the thick tree trunk.
"No, how could that be?"
"My family's businesses are still in the south, and you're telling me they've fallen?!"
"My son, my son is still in the army..."
Countless nobles huddled in the corners of the banquet hall, their faces a mixture of grief and panic.
An overwhelming sense of shock filled their hearts.
The eldest prince stood there, listening to the hysterical wails of the nobles, feeling as if steel needles were piercing his back.
He dared not turn back, dared not face the suffering of these nobles.
At this moment, Lipoulter walked to the Crown Prince's side and gently placed his hand on his shoulder.
A hazy light flickered in his mysterious golden eyes.
As the eldest prince looked into those eyes, his anxious heart gradually calmed down.
The towering waves seemed to be swept away by a divine light, and the churning sea instantly fell silent.
"Child, I am a businessman."
"Do you remember the conditions we agreed on?"
The light traversed Riboot's arm, and golden streaks extended from his fingertips, brushing across the Crown Prince's shoulder.
Like a golden, ethereal bird emerging from the light, it perched on Ribo's shoulder.
"Any request requires a corresponding transaction."
Looking at the golden light emanating from Riboot's body, a complex emotion flickered in his eyes:
"I...I understand..."
"But……"
Just then, a woman's voice rang out, breaking the heavy atmosphere in the room:
"Okay, I understand."
Lia walked casually through the golden banquet hall, holding a clear, sparkling crystal in her hand and placing it to her ear.
As she walked and talked, she came to Victor's side, completely disregarding the nobles present, and spoke directly to him:
"News has come from the south; the bad news is that two fronts have been lost."
"But there is good news: the city has been saved."
Upon hearing Liya's voice, the Crown Prince suddenly snapped out of his daze.
He stared at Leah in astonishment and asked in surprise:
"Where...where did you hear this news?"
Even Ripoult, who was standing next to her, raised an eyebrow and turned to look at Lia.
However, Lia simply reached out and placed a hand on Victor's shoulder.
There was a hint of amusement in his smile:
“My master took your request very seriously and sent someone to the south a few days ago.”
"certainly."
She reached out her other hand, gently tossed her hair, glanced indifferently at Viktor, and said softly:
"This is a paid service."
...
Southern part of the empire.
Here, dark clouds obscured the sun, and blood-red clouds completely blocked out the sunlight.
War broke out continuously from all directions of the land.
The sounds of soldiers fighting and monsters howling mingled together, spreading across this land where blood flowed like rivers.
The adventurers' corpses were scattered across the battlefield, their flesh and intestines stretched out long before finally being buried in the soil.
The soldier's bones protruded from his armor, and his head was nowhere to be found.
The monster's corpses were piled up into a small mountain, flowing with strange-colored blood that converged into a muddy river.
Surrounded by a group of monsters, a pile of chilling bone spikes pierced through their center and scattered outwards.
It was like a huge snow lotus blooming, piercing through countless surging demons.
Hera's blood stained her clothes amidst countless large and small wounds on her body.
One eye was injured and bleeding, and the other hand was covering his injured arm.
Behind her, countless bone spikes extended, piercing through the countless demons coming from all directions.
Even when faced with such a ferocious Hera, the monsters still surged towards her like a tidal wave, showing no fear of death.
The patterns in one eye flipped and turned, revealing countless intricate lines.
She looked up, her eyes vacant, a deep despair seeping into her very bones.
The threat of death spread through Hera's mind, filling her with an unprecedented fear.
Perhaps this time, she too will have to stay in this desolate land.
However, in Hera's heart, one last wish lingered for a long time:
My Lord Victor, it's such a pity I haven't been able to have a child with you yet.
Suddenly, a tiny, dark object flew from afar and pierced through the heads of dozens of demons that were rushing towards her.
The monster's body swayed and fell to the ground, its gushing blood soaking the soil.
In that instant, the surroundings suddenly fell silent.
Hera was slightly taken aback and looked down.
In that instant, her eyes widened suddenly.
Because of what pierced through those dozen or so demons.
It was just a small pebble...
Hera stood frozen, staring at the blood-stained stone.
How could a single pebble kill so many monsters?
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