Located in the dark environment at the deepest point of the Abyss, two creepy huge red eyes looked down at the spider goddess Rose.
You don't need to ask to know that the owner of the eyes is the will of the abyss plane called "Urgashek".
But unlike his usual cold and emotionless reaction, he seemed a little more excited and expectant today, so much so that his voice and intonation had very obvious ups and downs.
Rose was keenly aware of this, and immediately put one hand on her chest, bowed slightly and responded: "Yes, according to your instructions, I personally stuffed the abyss fragment into Soth's hand.
But the price was that one of my avatars was destroyed.
And because of this, the gods of the Gray Eagle plane jointly restricted them from appearing in this world for at least five hundred years, or from descending any incarnations, projections, or saints.
That damn guy seized my relationship with you as a threat, and put all the dirty water and fault on my head in front of the gods of Os.
What's even worse is that I now have enemies with many lords, including Graz'zt."
When she mentioned this matter, the Spider Goddess suddenly became furious.
Obviously, after Zuo Si left, she was besieged by the Gray Eagle Gods, including the Sun God Pelor, and even the incarnation of Advent was destroyed.
Although due to the monopoly on the faith of the dark elves, even if they are restricted from entering this plane for five hundred years, it will not have much impact.
After all, the connection of faith and the granting of divine magic can be carried out as usual.
But the problem is that the petty Rose has never suffered such a loss. The whole time she stayed in the deep pit and the magic net, she became angrier and more crazy, but there was no way to get back.
To be precise, after seeing with her own eyes the frenzied fighting power of the Angel of Khorne, Zariel, and the brutal act of eating a demon demigod alive in a live performance, it really left her with lingering fears.
The goddess was not sure whether the drow warrior demigod Silvetarm, who had taken orders from her, could withstand this big devil who had already established a great reputation in bloody battles in a head-on battle.
What's even worse is that Rose suddenly discovered that planeswalkers can actually summon Faerûn's gods and their incarnations across dimensions.
She simply couldn't imagine how terrifying it would be if Zuo Si tied this ability to the huge network of relationships behind him, and then led the gods of Faerun to start an interdimensional missionary and conquest mode.
Scenery.
You must know that not every material plane has gods, and not every place with gods can reach the intensity of Toril or the world of Greyhawk.
When a suitable material plane is found, a large number of incarnations of medium or even powerful gods will descend directly. It is surprising that the gods who have not yet developed can withstand it.
Once this alliance grows like a snowball, just thinking about it and then turning around to deal with it makes people feel numb.
Fortunately, from Zuo Si's series of actions, Rose did not notice that the other party had such a plan for the time being.
Otherwise, she might be on pins and needles now.
It's a pity that Ulgashek is obviously not interested in these complaints at all.
To be precise, no one in the entire universe knows better than him what the demons bred in his body and the chaotic evil gods living in the abyss are, and they all have nothing to do but look for them.
It happened, and every now and then, he would be fucked back to his hometown in a very humiliating way.
Especially the Spider Goddess Rose in front of us, who has been making small moves against the Elf God system since her fall.
Not only did he secretly create an artifact called [Rose of Kirashar] to corrupt the elves and gods.
Moreover, he also formulated a very insidious and cunning plan, planning to first assassinate Corellon so that he could not exert his full strength normally, and then contact a large group of allies, including the orc gods, to recruit Arfandor to promote the entire elven pantheon.
In other words, Corellon is more nostalgic for old friendships, and his temper is relatively mild among all the powerful powers.
Otherwise, with Rose's torture method, she would have died several times long ago.
But Zuo Si obviously wasn't used to the spider goddess' bad habits, and always struck back immediately when she was offended.
So from the moment he secretly revealed information about the Abyss Shards to Grazt, Urgashek knew that Rose would definitely suffer a big loss this time.
Sure enough, he became the public enemy of the gods in the world of Greyhawk.
Not allowing incarnations, saints and projections to come for five hundred years basically cut off all possibilities for her to make big moves.
After being silent for about a few minutes, Urgashek said bluntly: "I don't care about your little actions during the transaction, nor am I interested. I just want to know where Soth took the fragment and why it is now.
Haven’t you studied it or even touched it?”
"You haven't started touching and studying yet?"
Rose was stunned for a moment, and then guessed with a thoughtful look: "Maybe he is more cautious. After all, this guy is always very careful no matter what he does, and I suspect that he has hidden his body long ago.
Get up and have been using some kind of clone ability."
"But the problem is, I can no longer feel the existence of the fragments.
It has been taken away from this universe.
It felt like I was trying to kill three Eldrazi Titans, but couldn't find their physical and spiritual bodies.
Obviously, Soth left the universe with the fragments and completely cut off my perception through the dark space."
Ulgashek simply stated the problems that troubled him.
Because this is a situation he has never encountered before, his perception ability is the same as that of the gods in this universe, and he cannot travel through the mysterious dark void.
Although the planeswalker's land cards can form some kind of spatial connection, it is achieved through sparks.
To a certain extent, sparks also possess some of the qualities of the dark void.
"Sorry, I can't help with this kind of thing. If you want to talk to him face to face, the most appropriate opportunity is when he comes to fulfill his promise to seal the three Eldrazi Titans."
After saying that, Rose once again put one hand on her chest and bowed to the supreme Will of the Abyss, and then returned to the Abyss Demonic Network that she ruled.
Although Zuo Si's almost table-turning threat made her very angry and annoyed, it was still far from her unforgettable hatred for her "ex-husband" Corellon.
In the eyes of the Spider Goddess, the several small conflicts with Zuo Si can only be regarded as tests and games at best, while the war with the elves and gods is the real endless war.
The huge red eyes floating at the bottom of the abyss watched Rose leave, and then quickly disappeared without a trace.
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At the same time, far away in another world, in the secret stronghold established by Xia En VII, three planeswalkers were staring at the abyss fragments placed on the table in silence.
To be precise, it should be two planeswalkers plus the projection of one planeswalker.
Among them, the mastermind separated a piece of his own brain tissue at this moment, and used transformation magic to shape it into the image of a girl exactly like Isadora.
The unique light of sparks shone brightly on her chest.
Next to him, Xia En VII is in a worse situation. Almost half of the legendary magic - the demi-lich's physical body has been destroyed, or it has been eroded by the power of the abyss, turning it into a half-human, half-demon form.
Especially the second demon head that bifurcated from the neck, opening its mouth to giggle like a lunatic, and speaking some confusing Abyssal language from time to time.
"How do you feel now?"
Zuo Si stared at the books placed on the table that were constantly emitting black and red mist and dim light and asked without looking back.
Shane VII smiled bitterly and replied: "It's terrible.
I felt as if my consciousness, mind and soul were torn apart at that moment.
Fortunately, my true soul is preserved in the phylactery.
And the sparks also gave me a certain degree of protection.
Otherwise, it will 100% be eroded and distorted by some powerful will.
I can’t believe that you, a lunatic, actually made a deal with the will of the abyss to get such a dangerous thing.”
As he spoke, the demilich raised his hand and aimed at his other head and shot the extremely effective [Dissociation Technique], which directly turned the guy who kept making noise into a puddle of powder, and the entire body collapsed and disintegrated.
Revealing the skull embedded with gems hidden inside.
Obviously, this is his real body.
Zuo Si smiled and asked: "Why not? As long as the price is right, I am willing to make a deal with anyone, even an enemy who will not stop fighting. What's more, in this transaction, I only paid a trivial price." p>
"But the question is how to deal with this fragment of the abyss? With the levels of the mastermind Planeswalker Spark and I, we cannot draw any energy from it, let alone read the forbidden knowledge stored in it."
There was a hint of helplessness in Xia En VII's tone.
Obviously, he and the mastermind have already tried it just now, and failed without exception.
"Don't worry. Put it here first, and I will come over and deal with it naturally after I recover from hibernation. And this thing is obviously deliberately sent here by the will of the bottomless abyss for testing. I am more and more interested in him now.
The more interested I am.”
After that, Zuo Si carefully wrapped the fragments in the form of books with the piece of silk.
After a simple test, it can be basically determined that if you don't have enough strength, anyone who wants to read, understand and absorb the contents of this book will have the same result as committing suicide.
Xia En VII nodded thoughtfully: "That's all it can do now. But are you sure you want to put the abyss fragments in this world? Don't forget, we haven't completely seized control of this world yet.
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"It doesn't matter. If there are guys who are not afraid of death, let them steal it. Anyway, we will definitely not be the ones who suffer in the end."
Zuo Si shrugged his shoulders indifferently.
Are abyss fragments so easy to steal?
Stop making trouble!
Once this thing is not controlled well, the core of the entire world will be eroded and distorted, and then transformed into a new abyss level.
The best proof is that the gods reacted with vigilance, fear and fear when they saw it.
"Hahahaha! Okay, I admit that what you said makes sense. No matter what the world turns into in the end, it will provide us with enough energy." Shane VII couldn't help laughing.
Since breaking the shackles of space and becoming a planeswalker, he has become more and more aware of what true freedom is, and his character has naturally become more open-minded and no longer caressing about things like before.
After all, if you encounter failure in one world, the worst case scenario is to start over in a new world.
There are countless time and space in the multiverse, and you can always find one that suits you.
"Yes. No matter what the truth is about the original magic, whether it can really be used in the future, we can draw enough energy from this planet. By the way, Mastermind, what is the situation on your side now?
?"
Zuo Si suddenly changed the subject and looked at the girl next to him who looked exactly the same as Isadora, but whose eyes revealed coldness and rationality.
The mastermind replied without thinking: "Everything went well.
I have used those lizardmen to transform mind flayers with a population of about six to seven million.
And the remaining 600 million were kept in captivity as slaves and food.
If we continue at this rate, we will be able to complete the transformation into a super mastermind in a few months at most.
As for strength, it should probably be able to compete with demigods."
"Demigod? Are you serious!"
Xia En VII was stunned on the spot.
Because he struggled for so long and still failed to obtain the power of a demigod.
"Of course.
Psionic energy is different from arcane magic. It is an absolutely idealistic power, derived from the belief in the mind and even the soul.
In other words, as long as my mind is strong enough, I can fight against the divine power and not fall behind in the battle.
What's more, every time I fuse a mind flayer's brain, my power becomes stronger."
When he said these words, the mastermind's tone did not fluctuate at all. The extreme indifference and rationality made people involuntarily get goosebumps.
Obviously, the aboriginal people who have occupied time and space, the lizard people, have now completely turned into captive livestock.
The mind flayers who think they are the masters are slightly more advanced animals.
Through "scientific" management of these livestock, resources are squeezed to the maximum extent and a steady stream of spiritual energy is provided for the brain.
What's even more amazing is that both lizardmen and mind flayers can be transformed into a powerful army at any time.
In this regard, the management and efficiency of the mastermind are no worse than the demon army of Baator Hell and the flesh and blood mechanical army of New Phyrexia.
And with the increase in the number of mind flayers, psionic technology has also begun to develop by leaps and bounds, and many psionic devices are no worse than those created by Shimmering Oil.
For example, in the world of Gray Eagle, the psychic detection that can cover an entire continent can actually be directly replaced by psychic suggestion, charm, control, and even pull millions or tens of millions of people into the virtual world.
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In addition, on the planet controlled by the master brain, more than a hundred shell ships have been built, and the brain pool of each battleship has its deputy brains classified from it.
This means that even if the mastermind carrying the spark is destroyed in the battle, she will not really die, she will just lose part of her huge body.
"Damn! Psychic sounds like cheating."
Xia En VII couldn't help but complain in a low voice.
He finally realized why Iolum, the great arcanist who created the golden age of Netheril, finally chose to fuse his consciousness with the mind flayer's mastermind and became the most powerful person in the history of Faerûn.
A mastermind lich.
"If you want to be interested in this aspect, I have the professional information of the spiritual master here. You can merge with the previously captured mastermind through magic rituals." Zuo Si suggested with a smile.
Xia En VII obviously hesitated for a moment, but quickly shook his head and refused: "Forget it. Psionics are not suitable for me. I'll just continue on the path of arcane magic.
."
"What about soul energy? Are you interested in soul energy?" Zuo Si continued to ask with interest.
"Soul energy?"
Xia En VII's tone revealed strong surprise.
Zuo Si nodded slightly: "Yes, soul energy is the heavy magic invented and created by the genius great arcanist Karsus.
Its essence is to directly shape the original soul and life energy into spells for use.
If using magic net to cast spells is equivalent to processing firewood into coal, and then putting it into an efficient furnace for maximum combustion and utilization, then Soul Energy is simply and crudely building a simple bonfire by dotting wood.
The most important thing is that the energy source used by soul energy is not your own soul and life energy, but borrowed from an infinite and huge source.
The more closely your soul is connected to this source, the greater the power you can draw from it.
How about it, doesn’t it sound interesting?”
The jewel-encrusted skull of Shane VII floated up and shook slightly: "It's very interesting, but I also feel the huge risks involved. Normally, mortals are directly connected to such a source.
, will it have an impact on yourself?"
"There is indeed a certain danger.
But I can assure you that this risk is not at the same level as when you just touched the abyss fragments.
Here, here is the information about soul energy.
If you are interested, you can find a chance to give it a try."
After that, Zuo Si put the notes he compiled about soul energy on the table nearby.
"Okay, I'll look at it when I have time."
Xia En VII readily accepted Zuo Si's suggestion and put away several notebooks.
Different from normal magic, divine spells and psychic abilities, real soul energy is connected to a system called "chakra" through a method similar to enchantment, and then additional energy is obtained by strengthening a certain part of the "chakra"
Magical effects and power.
This thing is quite interesting.
And because the number of soul energy users is very small, it is very easy to achieve the "kill at first sight" effect as long as it is used well.
Just when the three planeswalkers temporarily finished their research on the abyss fragments, a burst of rapid footsteps suddenly came closer from far away, and then a voice that made Zuo Si feel uncomfortable everywhere echoed at the door of this secret room.<
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"Hey! My dear master, why did you take time out of your busy schedule to come here and take a look? Are you here specifically to check if I am lazy?"
While I was talking, the diary’s careless and in need of a beating appearance appeared at the entrance of the stairs.
If you think about it, you will know that as the secret stronghold of Xia En VII, there are only a handful of people who are qualified to overcome the numerous traps and guards.
He happens to be one of them.
"What kind of trouble are you making?" Zuo Si asked, holding his head.
The diary took out a handkerchief from somewhere, wiped the lip prints of different sizes and colors on his face and neck, and responded carelessly: "Hey - there is no way, who
It makes me so popular.
Those young and beautiful girls couldn't walk when they saw me, and they had to express their inner joy and excitement with practical actions.
The Theocracy, in particular, even specially prepared thousands of carefully selected women of the right age. They insisted that I have an in-depth exchange with them, and it would be best to get pregnant and give birth to more strong offspring.
Looking at the expectant and sincere eyes of the great priest, I didn’t know how to refuse.
Alas - he is such a kind and kind man, a good man who is willing to sacrifice everything for the survival and development of the human race.
I decided to do whatever it took to help them."
When he said these words, Diaryong deliberately made a sound in his chest like "I am sacrificing myself for the sake of justice."
He proved with practical actions that if a person becomes succumbing to desires without any bottom line, he is basically no different from a smarter animal.
Zuo Si couldn't help but complain: "So this is actually the choice made by the small head below instead of the big head above? You should know what the wishful thinking of the priests of the Theocracy is, right?"
"Of course I know.
They just take a fancy to my individual strength, and then want my tadpoles to cultivate and give birth to powerful offspring, awaken and gain powerful power like those gods.
I don't have any opinion on this.
Anyway, what I want is free prostitution in the literal sense. As long as I’m happy, I don’t care.
What's more, it's not certain whether I have the ability to have children.
Maybe when you return to the Floating City next time, you should let those experts do a check-up."
The diary spread its hands indifferently, with the posture of "a dead pig is not afraid of boiling water".
"You are really a complete beast!"
Zuo Si rolled his eyes angrily and resisted the urge to punch the other person in the face.
But the diary was not ashamed, but proud and responded: "Thank you for the compliment, I will work harder to achieve the goal of killing ten thousand people as soon as possible.
I heard that the princess of the kingdom you supported, Her Royal Highness Lana, is now fully fledged and is secretly planning to kill her father, brother, and sister to seize the throne.
Then an unprecedented purge was launched against the aristocracy of the entire country.
I believe that countless poor noble ladies and ladies will be involved in this process.
Then you will have fresh, delicious and cute lamb to enjoy.
Oh, I almost forgot to tell you.
The Platinum Dragon King you asked me to investigate last time can now confirm his location.
Does the group want to organize a hunting event to add to the fun?"
"Well - no need for the moment.
Our first goal in this world is Origin Magic.
The next level goal is to drain the planet of its magical energy and life energy.
Continue to collect information about those true dragon kings,
As for the rest, basically let the summoned devils get their souls."
Zuo Si lowered his head and thought for a while before making a decision quickly.
"OK! Got it."
The diary turned around, opened the portal and disappeared, never mentioning Old Bones and his Great Tomb of Nazarick from beginning to end.
The reason is very simple.
This time-traveler of questionable origin has now been exposed to the eyes of the local indigenous people, and his home base has been surrounded and blocked by hundreds of thousands of coalition troops.
Players even broke into pieces and infiltrated into the armies and adventurers of various countries, waiting for opportunities to hunt down the cannon fodder and NPCs that emerged from the ground.
Not long after, almost a quarter of the financial reserves of the Great Tomb of Nazarick disappeared.
Some of the money was spent on resurrecting important NPCs, and some was spent on creating various weapons, equipment, and scrolls.
There are also many treasures and equipment that are dropped with the death of NPCs in the constant tug-of-war, and eventually become trophies in the hands of players.
If I had to use one word to describe Old Bones' current mood, it would be that he was overwhelmed and didn't know how to deal with such a desperate situation.
After all, in his memory, before he time traveled, he was just an insignificant low-level salesman, a social animal, a sad little person who was despised and cursed by his boss like trash.
This can be seen from the fact that social interaction in the real world is basically zero.
In the end, all these needs can only be pinned on the game.
Coupled with Zuo Si's interference, he was unable to rely on overwhelming absolute power to make up for his serious deficiencies in vision, ability, mind, thinking and other aspects as in the original plot.
In this case, the shortcomings are naturally magnified quickly and infinitely, almost as if something is wrong.
The players brought by Zuo Si are like mad dogs out of the cage, constantly improving their levels through fighting and hunting, accumulating experience, and obtaining rewards from various magic items.
There are more than 2,000 people who have passed the legendary level alone.
Since the NPCs in the Great Tomb of Nazarick often wear top-quality or even divine clothing, as long as they are killed once, they will definitely drop a treasure that is enough to make people jealous.
Therefore, high-level players simply do not care about the negligible benefits of other countries and forces in the world, and they all gather here and think about how to catch a "big fish".
So far, all the combatants in Nazarick, the maid corps and the hundred-level guardians at all levels have been killed at least three times.
Some who attacked more frequently died more than ten or twenty times.
Shalltear lost her dropper spear and Valkyrie armor. Cocytus now only has less than half of his twenty-one weapons left. The weapons and world props of the night elf siblings were also lost when they died in battle.
, the Hell Abyss Scepter held by Albedo was also replaced by another black two-handed sword...
The only thing that makes Old Bones feel lucky is that the last time he was killed, he was not carrying the guild weapon - the Staff of Ainz Ooal Gown.
Otherwise, if this thing falls into the opponent's hands, you can basically shoot it without having to fight.
At this moment, he was sitting on his own throne, staring at the two red lights in his eyes, looking at the battle images transmitted back from the magic mirror.
In just ten minutes, two entire teams of death knights and six dead archmages were wiped out with ease.
Some didn't even have time to activate the magic scrolls they carried.
That efficient and clean fighting method makes even an old man unable to help but applaud his opponent.
In other words, the performance of these adventurers and mercenaries is almost exactly the same as the players before he traveled. They are all so greedy, willing to take any risks for generous rewards, and are not afraid of death.
Even if a companion dies, the other party's reaction is very dull, and they will even joke about the corpse occasionally, completely unable to feel even the slightest bit of sadness.
The behavior of this group of people is completely different from that of coalition soldiers sent by surrounding countries.
As long as the latter is attacked and suffers heavy casualties, their morale will collapse in minutes and they will flee on a large scale.
It is precisely thanks to them that the Great Tomb of Nazarick always has enough corpses to supplement it, so that it can continuously create a powerful undead army to maintain the current defense circle.
After being silent for a long time, Old Bones finally took a deep breath in his heart and asked the demon guardian beside him: "Demiurge, do you think we can start a counterattack in our current form?"<
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"Yes, the Supreme Being.
Taking advantage of this stalemate, I have led my men to massacre twelve towns in the Holy Kingdom.
An undead army with a total number of up to 200,000 has been prepared for you.
As long as the sun sets and night falls, we can launch a counterattack of unprecedented scale, both internally and externally.
By then, whether it is the adventurers and mercenaries, or the armies from various surrounding kingdoms, they will inevitably be in chaos.
What we have to do is to concentrate our superior forces and launch saturation strikes against the most threatening targets scattered around the forest.
Don't give them any room to call for support or escape, just eliminate them as quickly as possible.
As soon as the siege is lifted, we will immediately target one of the kingdoms or empires to launch a full-scale invasion, kill all the living people in the entire country, and create a country of only the undead.
And you are the only king in this country."
Demiurge told his evil and extremely crazy plan very simply.
As a demon, he has never cared about human lives, and can even derive some pleasure from torturing and interrogating humans.
Through this joint siege by many countries, this relatively smart guy has realized that the Great Tomb of Nazarick is a heretic and a mortal enemy in the eyes of the local indigenous people.
If that's the case, then let's just let go and have a massacre.
Anyway, as long as the living people are turned into dead people, then all problems will be solved.
What we have to do at that time is to use these dead bodies to create undead creatures that will continue to expand and kill like a snowball until all life on the entire continent and even the planet is gone.
In this way, no one can threaten the safety of the Supreme Being and the Great Tomb of Nazarick.
The long-term tug-of-war, repeated deaths of NPCs and guardians, the consumption of a large amount of materials and equipment in the warehouse, and mental torture have long erased the last bit of humanity in Old Bones.
At this moment, he was already an undead creature that killed people without blinking an eye, so he immediately waved his hand and ordered in a cold voice: "Then let's start!
It’s time for the indigenous people of this world to understand the price they will pay for provoking us.
They want war and death, then give them war and death.
Don’t leave anyone behind tonight, everyone will come out in full force.”
"As you wish!"
Several NPCs collectively knelt down to salute the last remaining player in the guild.
After a while, they put on the equipment that originally belonged to other players who had quit the game, and their eyes flashed with anger.
For this battle, Old Bones could be said to have risked all his money, directly opening the treasure house and taking out the last of his family fortune.
When the time came to ten minutes past midnight, Demiurge and his undead army, which had been transformed by massacring civilians, finally arrived at the military garrison of various countries on the outskirts of the forest.
Since the undead were neither tired nor afraid, they didn't even stop and charged straight towards the large tents where they were already sleeping.
You must know that these armies have always believed that the enemy comes from the deep forest, so various guard towers, fences, walls, trenches, horses and other things are also on the inner side.
As for the back, there are basically no decent fortifications.
As a result, 200,000 undead, led by numerous death knights, completely overran the camp in one fell swoop.
Many soldiers were cut into pieces by skeletons or zombies with sharp knives while they were still sleeping.
What's even worse is that any unlucky guy killed by a death knight will soon be transformed into a new low-level undead.
Under the triple pressure of such an unprepared and snowballing nighttime raid, not to mention this medieval army with extremely poor organization and discipline, even modern armies cannot withstand it.
In the blink of an eye, the military camps of the Empire, Kingdom, Theocracy and Holy Kingdom were completely blown up.
Especially the old king, Rambusa III, who personally led a team to ease the relationship with the empire and the theocracy, rushed out of his tent and stared dumbfoundedly at the flames with shouts of killing everywhere. From time to time, he could
Seeing the soldiers and nobles escaping hastily from around me, I was completely confused.
Before he could react to what was happening, a black shadow suddenly emerged from the darkness and rushed forward at a speed that was almost indistinguishable to the naked eye.
All I saw was a flash of cold light!
The old king only felt a sharp pain in his chest.
He lowered his head and saw that his heart had been penetrated and blood was flowing out from the wound.
As for his personal bodyguard, he had already fallen dead in a pool of blood not far away.
"You...who are you? Why...why do you want to kill me?"
On his deathbed, Rambusa III endured the severe pain and asked the question he cared about most.
He is very eager to know who sent such a powerful assassin to kill him.
The young emperor of the empire?
Or the great priests of the Theocracy?
Or are they the restless nobles within the kingdom?
He can’t be his stupid son who is eager to replace himself, right?
In short, the old king wanted to find out before he died whether the country that had been passed down to him could continue.
"It's Princess Lana. She is tired of your incompetence and plans to take over the country herself."
The assassin took off his hood to reveal a thin face, with the elf's iconic pointed ears vaguely visible on both sides.
"What? Lana! This... this is impossible! She is so kind and lovely, how could she commit patricide."
Rambusa III's eyes widened in disbelief.
"Haha, I guess you have never understood your daughter, right?
In fact, you are not the only one who was assassinated tonight.
And all your descendants, as well as a list of six hundred nobles.
Dear His Majesty the King, this coup is even more of a cruel purge.
What the Golden Princess wants is a clean country where she can unleash her talents.
As for the nobles you rely on, more than 70% will be exterminated tonight.
There is no place for them in the new era that is about to begin.
Of course, we will announce to the outside world that all the victims, including you, were despicably and shamelessly attacked by the undead.
Her Royal Highness Lana will ascend the throne to become a queen full of grief, and make a series of reforms.
How is it, are you satisfied now?
In fact, Princess Lana originally wanted to insert a dagger into your heart.
But considering that if all the royal family members and a large number of nobles were killed, how many times she could escape by herself would arouse suspicion from outsiders, so she had no choice but to let me do it for her."
After saying these words, the assassin showed a sarcastic smile, followed by an elegant bow, and quickly took advantage of the chaos and disappeared into the shadows.
The old king was holding his chest in severe pain, feeling that his body was getting weaker and weaker, and even his vision became blurred.
When he was dying, he finally saw the undead soldiers rushing towards him, and then his whole head was chopped off with a click, ending his mediocre life.
However, if you look carefully, you can find that the last expression on his face was not pain, but a strange smile.
The reason is simple!
Rambusa III suddenly realized that his youngest daughter was the smartest and decisive one in the royal family.
If she inherits the kingdom, then she shouldn't have to worry too much about the entire country being defeated and annexed by neighboring countries in the future.
After the old king died for a long time, the warrior leader who went out on patrol ran all the way back, like crazy, he broke his way out of the tens of thousands of undead, holding the headless corpse of his loyal partner and letting out a cry of grief and indignation.
The roar.
Although he very much wanted to drive out all these undead creatures, it was obviously impossible to do so with the army's current state of total morale.
In desperation, Gazef could only take the old king's body and choose to retreat temporarily.
Suddenly, within a radius of dozens of kilometers, there were defeated and fleeing armies everywhere.
Similarly, deep in the forest, players also started an all-out war with the Great Tomb of Nazarick.
Various legendary magics and nine-ring spells were overwhelming, turning most of the forest into a sea of fire.
Occasionally, you can still see meteorites falling from the sky and dazzling energy beams.
The deafening explosions and violent earthquakes can be clearly felt by people hundreds of kilometers away.
There is no doubt that for the indigenous residents of this world, this is an out-and-out war between gods and demons.
Many fleeing soldiers rushed in for a few hundred meters, but were frightened by the terrifying battle and turned around.
They would rather fight the undead than die inexplicably under the influence of powerful magic.
The diary is currently standing above this battlefield, enjoying this wonderful show that has been brewing for a long time with great interest, and counting the number of players' deaths in his heart.
After a while, he couldn't help but gloated and commented with a smile: "Concentrate superior forces to form an overwhelming advantage in a local area with more people and fewer people?
It seems that Old Bones is not useless, he actually knows some art of war.
Not bad, not bad.
At this rate, players will soon become desperate.
I’d better send a message to Plantia Floating City in advance, so as not to be in a hurry during the transmission..."