Chapter 321 Desperate Future

"That's not right. You said the devils had to sign a contract. With such a huge price, they had to pay a corresponding bet. What bet did Tiamat offer?"

Mr. Fortune was a little flustered, trying desperately to grasp at straws.

Amber explained: "If they can hold these gates to hell, all unclean bloodlines will have the opportunity to contract a red dragon."

The Dragon Goddess was once believed to be the ancestor of the five-colored dragons. Although the authenticity of this is debatable, she did control many five-colored dragons.

It is rumored that Tiamat has a powerful army of dragon riders who fight for her in many different planes, but Amber has never seen one in all his years of adventure.

Mr. Doom seemed unwilling to give up, and continued to ask: "Even if Tiamat paid the price, why should all the unclean bloodlines fall into hell? Many people have already become branches and separated from their original families."

Amber said helplessly: "Uladimir, don't deceive yourself. You know it yourself. It is because of the blood of the unclean that they can flourish in this kingdom and become important figures in every region. They recognize this blood in their hearts, recognize their relationship with the unclean, and are willing to accept the leadership of the unclean.

"Just like this kingdom, no matter what you say, the thirteen unclean ones are the rulers of the kingdom. They naturally have the right to sell out the entire kingdom, not to mention their bloodline descendants."

Mr. Doom clenched his fists and paced back and forth. Suddenly, he said, "It can still be saved, right? The devil only asked that the gate of hell not be destroyed, but the future we see is that the gate of hell disappears. Disappearance does not mean destruction, right? We still have a chance, right?"

An Boxiu looked at his senior brother in silence. After a long while, he said, "Well, you are right."

Mr. Doom seemed not to hear Amber's words, and continued to talk to himself: "There must be a chance, there must be a way. We can use space magic to move these hell gates to other places, and then prepare to deal with Ryan's army. As long as we all work hard, we can definitely..."

Amber stopped talking and let Mr. Fortune continue to "figure out a solution".

Mr. Doom talked for a long time, and finally fell silent. He slumped down in his chair and said to Amber in despair: "There is no hope for us, right?"

Amber nodded and said, "It's impossible to play word games with the devil. Tiamat has signed countless contracts with others. It's impossible for her to leave such a loophole for us to exploit. Protecting the Gate of Hell is to ensure its normal function. Transferring, hiding, etc. are all violations of the contract and have no meaning.

"Uladimir, you need to make a decision. If you give up, then leave with me, and this kingdom will fall into hell. If you still insist, then you have to find another way to stop Ryan's attack. You can't rely on the army of the Unholy Hymn. After all the nobles disappear, this kingdom will collapse in an instant."

Although the aristocracy is hated, for many years, these nobles have controlled all the resources of the kingdom. The generals of the army are all nobles, and there are almost no people of commoner origin who can hold high positions.

With all these leaders gone, the tieflings could only be happy for a few seconds at most before they fell into chaos.

The struggle for materials, the struggle for power, past hatreds... everything erupted in an instant, and the kingdom would collapse in a short time, unless there was a powerful hero who had both the status and the ability to stabilize the entire kingdom again in a short period of time.

But even if Arthur Ryan was reborn, it would probably take more than a year for the kingdom to stabilize.

Well, even if Mr. Fortune had half the ability of Arthur Lane, time was not on his side.

Ryan is waiting at the border. Who will give you a year? Ryan's paladin army rushed into the chaotic unclean hymn and occupied the entire territory in less than two months.

How could Mr. Doom stop Ryan's army alone? Even with Amberxiu, it would be a complete waste.

This is not a legendary duel, in which Amberxiu can play long-range kite. This is a war to destroy a country. Ryan's legion magic alone can strike targets several kilometers away. As long as Amberxiu shows up, he will be evaporated.

The army can only rely on the army to fight back. When all the mortals gather together, they are enough to kill gods.

Moreover, Amberxiu had a hunch that Tiamat did not simply want the souls of these tieflings, and perhaps had some follow-up plans, but there was really no way to know this.

Amberxiu is now ready to leave. The Kingdom of Unholy Hymns is already in a dead end. It is better to get out as soon as possible, such as taking advantage of the chaos to plunder the kingdom's treasure house or something.

Mr. Bad Luck was overly excited just now and was a bit self-deceiving, but now that he has calmed down, he can see the tragic future.

The destruction of the kingdom seems to be a foregone conclusion. Mr. Doom is like a bug caught in a spider web. The more he struggles, the more desperate he will become. It is better to get out while he can still get a little closer.

Amber did not urge him, but just left a magic mirror for Mr. Fortune.

"I leave this for you. When you need it, just come to me."

After leaving these last words, Amber left.

Although the kingdom was doomed, Amber decided to give it one last helping hand.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

Ryan's Liuyan City hasn't gotten into chaos yet, so let him start a fire. Maybe it will reduce Ryan's strength when he attacks.

Mr. Fortune watched Amber leave, then looked around.

This Red River Town, where he once lived, had become so strange over the past few hundred years, as if it were his own country.

When did the Unholy Ode begin to fall into the crisis of collapse? Obviously, I have been doing well in the past few hundred years, and the kingdom has been thriving.

Could it be that from the beginning, all the prosperity was just a black cloth to cover up the conspiracy? Why didn't I discover it in advance? Why couldn't I, as a prophecy mage, even predict this? "Could it be that I have really been spurned by the goddess of fate?"

Mr. Fortune had this thought in his mind, but suddenly he shuddered all over.

"No, Arthas is right. I rely too much on the power of fate. Although I have gone further than him on this path, I have lost the ability to think as a human being. If I didn't use the power of fate, I should have discovered all kinds of clues long ago. I have blinded myself!"

Mr. Doom suddenly felt very regretful. If he had not quarreled with that abominable bastard, but followed him to adventure around the continent, would he be able to save his motherland at this time? Mr. Doom stood up, clenched his fists and said, "Although there is no hope, I can't give up. There must be something I can do!"

(End of this chapter)