Tolanda, the little prince of Andorra, witnessed the entire process of the Pure One's transformation ceremony, and he only felt horrified.

He also didn't understand how the old man could suddenly turn into a monster, and why the young man could spit out black blood. However, when the monster screamed, it gave him an indescribable feeling of nausea.

It's like stuffing a handful of live cockroaches into your mouth, and you can even feel them pupating in your mouth, throat and stomach pouch.

With these doubts, Tolanda finally met the king of Kelide.

It is said that there are two kings of Kelide. They are two brothers, one is the king and the other is the pope, but their power is interconnected. At this moment, in this dimly lit palace, the two legendary beings both wear silver

Their masks and clothes are exactly the same, and they can only be distinguished by the weapons they carry.

King Kelid's is the sword.

The Pope's is the scepter.

"Your Majesty, I..." Tolanda was interrupted just as she started.

"If the King of Andorra is here to ask for assistance, then unfortunately we can't provide any assistance to the Andorra Empire. You should have seen on the way here that evil spirits are still emerging."

King Dubois of Cairide spoke coldly.

His vocal cords were hoarse as if they had been scratched, but in fact his mouth had been filled with silver.

The stronger the person, the more severe the blockade on the five senses.

The boy's experience was tragic, but as the rulers of the country, Du Bois and Pope Lukes were even more cruel to themselves.

Because they know very well that once the two of them are contaminated, the country will be finished.

"Well, I heard that the demonic turmoil in Kelide has been suppressed..."

Tolanda's face turned pale. He didn't expect King Kelide to be so cold-blooded and refuse directly without even mentioning any conditions.

"It has indeed been suppressed, but suppression is not eradication. If it had not been suppressed, all you would see were the descendants of the evil god running around in the streets. And when you come to the palace, you will find the evil god sitting on the throne.

They are not the king and the pope, but two hideous and ugly monsters, do you understand what I mean?"

Du Bois said mockingly.

The evil god's infection is pervasive, and they can only try their best to contain it.

But this also consumes almost all the remaining military power of the Rikelid Empire. The Pure Ones must patrol the city non-stop to guard against all possible crises.

"So that's it..." Tolanda knelt on the ground weakly.

It turns out that evil spirits are such difficult things to deal with, but my father didn't know this.

"Is it impossible to send help anyway?" he said with the last glimmer of hope.

"No, I can't afford such a risk."

Du Bois shook his head firmly:

"The goddess has done enough for us. The only thing we can do is to maintain the status quo. The Andorra Empire should handle its own affairs instead of fighting with the powerful sea monster for a breath."

Tolanda is speechless.

The only bargaining chip he has is himself, and this bargaining chip is also the last thing he can use. He is neither a powerful knight nor a mysterious mage. He doesn't even have a little bit of technology. From childhood to adulthood, he has been under the control of King Aililan.

During the doting, he only learned to enjoy it, but fortunately, he was still quite smart.

Everyone felt that he was just an abandoned pawn, but only Tolanda understood.

His father still loves him, and he also knows that his father also loves his two sisters, Xina and Winnie.

In the end, he used this method to push them out of the turbulent country. As for the two brothers, because they shouldered the mission and responsibility of the country's successors, they could not leave. They had to stay in front of the palace with their father until they fell to death.

In a pool of blood.

The mission itself was doomed to fail.

Without any exchange of benefits, the prince and princess are just gorgeous carriers at best.

His father just pasted some grand reasons on it, such as seeking revenge from the Winter Empire, and the fact that the Kairid Empire should have helped the Andorra Empire. After being the king for decades, Andorra has always had good weather, how could his father?

Maybe this kind of stupid dreamer?

Perhaps, my father's only mistake was to choose to fight with Naga.

Tolanda thought sadly.

But there is no way around it. If we don't fight with Naga, Naga will occupy Andorra. What will happen next?

The father will die, and so will the princes and princesses who were sheltered behind the lion.

This is just the last struggle and toughness of an aging lion facing the invaders.

"Your Majesty Kelid, no matter what, I want to provide some help to my father, even if it costs my life, please tell me what kind of existence these evil demon relatives are."

Tolanda knelt on the ground, bowed his head and prostrated. He abandoned his identity as a prince and humbled himself into the dust.

Du Bois did not speak, but Pope Lukes on the side gently put his scepter on the ground and spoke slowly:

"Evils cannot see, hear, or hear. Everything about them will be contaminated by looking at their appearance, listening to their voices, sniffing, or eating.

We divide pollution into three levels.

Level I pollution, the polluted person still has a firm belief in the original body, has a clear mind, and is in normal physical condition, but often hears the evil gods' whispers. The polluters at this stage can be purified by priests, but we choose to directly transform into pure ones.

Once and for all.

Level II pollution: The polluted people become suspicious of their original beliefs and begin to gradually believe in the evil god. Evil characteristics appear on their bodies, such as tentacles, weird eyeballs, red eyeballs, etc. They are raved about by the evil god every day.

Shrouded and gradually sinking, this change is irreversible.

Level III pollution, the polluters completely degenerate into followers of the evil god, and have the ability to spread pollution. At this time, they are no longer human beings, and can mutate into the followers of the evil god at any time and cause turmoil, just like the old man you saw on the way here."

Lukes took a deep breath and continued: "All physical means have little effect on the Evil God's descendants. The best way to kill the Evil God's descendants is to burn them to ashes, whether it is with magic flames or fighting spirit flames.

Flame can purify everything. Of course, these are only the descendants of the evil god that we have come into contact with so far. Maybe there will be something that is not afraid of flames in the future. This is still unknown.

"Thank you for your teaching! The people of the Andorra Empire will definitely thank you if they know it."

Tolanda felt turbulent in her heart, but she still insisted on being decent on the surface.

"With a little effort, if possible, I also hope that human beings can survive the catastrophe that is gradually emerging."

...

Tolanda almost staggered out of the palace of Kelide.

After returning to the inn, he closed the doors and windows, and without even having time to take off his clothes, he immediately found a scroll and pen and ink and wrote a letter to his father.

The letter explained in detail the terror of the demon's descendants.

He begged his father to focus on dealing with the demonic spawn.

A week later, on an early winter morning.

After several twists and turns, this letter finally found its way into the hands of King Castro of Andorra.

At this moment, he is standing on the city wall. Through the smoke of war, his gray eyes are even darker, and the wrinkles on his face are deep and vertical. It seems that in just a week, he has gone from a middle-aged man who is still high-spirited.

The king became a dying old man.

Under the city wall, the allied forces of orcs and humans are fighting to the death with the Naga army.

And just the day before I received this letter.

The spies came back to report that the elite army that went to suppress the Evil God's Families had been completely wiped out. It is still unclear how far the Evil God's Families have developed, because basically all the spies died, including the one who came back alive.

Escape the gradually mutating ending.

Now Castro knows.

The spy is already in Level II pollution, and it is inevitable to enter Level III pollution.

"It's too late." Castro sighed.

From the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the left side of the city wall, where the figure of Queen Naga emerged from the blue ocean current, walking towards him step by step.
Chapter completed!