The border cities in the north lost contact one after another, and there was no news from fifteen cities in one day. It was not only Emperor Dewek who was shocked, but also many city-states in the north that were divided by the Solon Empire were also panicked.
The [Third Falcon Legion] from the central region was urgently mobilized on the night of the strange appearance. Before tens of thousands of troops could complete their assembly, the major city-states in the north received a message to "be vigilant and beware of enemy attacks."
However, the paradox is that no one in the city-states where the northern magic messengers are still functioning knows who the enemy is, and the Third Falcon Legion, which is about to come to rescue, also knows nothing from top to bottom, and the orders they received are equally ambiguous.
The huge and powerful Solon Empire, its information collection ability second only to the Theocracy seems to have lost its effect at this moment. The fifteen fallen cities are like the abyss of the monster. Anyone and anything who goes to the area has made progress.
No exit.
An Ling was very close to Taro Rong, who had completely lost contact. Lord An Ling recalled all the people in the city as soon as he realized something was wrong - he was far more sober than the nobles in the royal city of Rodmir in the northern border...
Even if the Watch Forest elves, who have been in civil war for many years, suddenly unite as one, they still cannot create such a huge information shielding area... What exactly is occupying the city over there?
Adventurers were recruited, and the craftsmen's weapons were unconditionally distributed to the warriors under pressure from Lord An Ling - if this was a misunderstanding, he might not have to pay an extra silver coin... What if it was a misunderstanding?
The magicians gathered on the city wall released the magic messengers, and birds of various shapes flew straight into the sky.
In addition to delivering messages, magic messengers can also serve as their eyes within a certain range. Since all the messengers in Anling City have been recalled, they have to confirm the situation around them all the time in this way, and constantly urge the third party who is still on the way.
Three Falcon Legion support.
The falcons soaring in the sky looked down at the snow-covered land, and the black dots squeezed into the field of vision in the distance quickly attracted the attention of the magicians.
"Did your messenger see...the black spot...no, something with wings...direction to the West City!"
"Confirm the black spots... there are dozens of them. My messenger is relatively far away. Who is controlling the bat messenger? Please confirm forward."
The owner of the Bat Messenger controlled him to fly forward a certain distance: "This seems to be the harpy near the ridge of the Raging Mountains."
"That group of birdmen who have deep trade ties with Xingjin City?" A magician subconsciously said the name that would make the harpies unhappy.
"It seems so. Did they escape from Xingjin City? I just happened to ask them about Xingjin City..."
The vision of the magician who controlled the Bat Messenger suddenly blurred, and the Bat Messenger that served as his eyes blurred and disappeared.
A magician noticed the anomaly and quickly reminded: "Something's not right, the bat has disappeared... and the falcon has also disappeared!"
"Enemy attack?"
"Quickly warn, warn!"
As the bell rang, the magicians and warriors in Anling City started to move and rushed towards the nearest city wall.
Lord An Ling arrived on the city wall immediately. He frowned as he looked at the harpies approaching An Ling City at a constant speed.
They have sounded the warning bell. If the harpies really came with the purpose of seizing the city, then if the surprise attack failed, they should retreat, or speed up their attack in panic, but their expressions...
Dozens of harpies had numb expressions and empty eyes, beating their huge wings mechanically.
"Make them stop!"
The two fourth-level magicians rode the wind and took off towards the harpy. Before they could get close, their thoughts instantly became heavy, and the thoughts that flashed through their minds were sticky and muddy.
"You...stop..."
After Instinct shouted something, the two people who looked directly into the harpy's eyes suddenly held their heads and screamed loudly, their bodies shaking wildly.
The hearts of everyone on the city wall were beating wildly, a severe sense of nausea came over them, and many strange images suddenly appeared in their minds.
The closer the harpy is, the more real those blurry images become.
Lord An Ling collapsed on the ground, pointing to the empty place in horror, and backed away with his hands and feet: "No... you are already dead... no, I don't want to see your face... I didn't do it!"
The shrill and terrifying sounds began to echo, and the sanity collapsed one after another.
The warrior took off his armor, discarded his weapon, and ran through the crowd naked, laughing.
The dull magician waved his staff again and again, but no magic was ever triggered.
The civilians who poked their heads out of the houses wanted to know what was going on, but after seeing the crazy crowd, they either knelt down and cried, or laughed wildly, and they all looked like crazy people.
The image projected inside the palace is interrupted.
The mages headed by the Royal Academy of Magic of the Solon Empire, the warriors of the Royal Knights, and representatives of various factions in Solon were trembling all over. Many of them were already gray-haired and had reached the stage where they were not surprised no matter what they heard or witnessed.
Bu Bo's age, but at this moment, horror appeared on everyone's face.
"Impossible...how is it possible? This is fake. They were just attacked by forest spirits...no, sea monsters...it could also be something else. In short, the other party can create a wide range of hallucinations!"
Sitting on the throne, Divic held his forehead and said nothing.
Black Owl gave a heavy blow to those who held the same view and kept echoing it: "Unfortunately, several of our fellow Black Owls also felt something not so wonderful when they killed a harpy."
"When we arrived at Vinar City, Anling City had already fallen. The image was brought out by a fifth-level magician. After being infected, he threw the image scroll into the city and realized that he was facing something he shouldn't face.
In order to prevent the infection from spreading, he chose to commit suicide."
Seeing that there are still people with illusions and intending to refute, the black owl who spoke smiled and emphasized his tone: "Vinal City is already fighting against Diran, and the situation is in danger. If you think that the empire is facing a person who only needs illusions, then
A master of illusions who can corrupt the elites of the empire, maybe you should go to Vinal City to experience it for yourself...if Vinal City can still be defended."
The head of the black owl, which was hidden in the darkness, silently took in everyone's performance, and then sighed heavily.
He did not continue to listen, but chose to leave the palace secretly and found himself in the snow, his heart becoming more and more desolate.
After Melias fell, the huge body was eaten by Solon, Sligo, and Codzon. Solon, who directly destroyed the owl capital, took over a large number of Melias's books and also captured some
The emperor's secretary.
The Head of the Black Owl clearly remembered that the reaction of the last emperor and nobles of Melias was exactly the same as some people just now when they heard that the northern border towns had been infected and fell one after another.
However, no one before Melias had experienced impregnation, while Solon had already experienced it.
Solon today and Melias yesterday are so similar.
A dull pain hit his chest, and the Black Owl's head subconsciously covered it. After gasping for breath, and sweating profusely, he once again recalled the person he saw in the Civita jungle that day.
The last snow monster, the continuation of the will of Melias' giant owl.
Several black owls surrounded and killed him, which inspired his true power, which was rare among eighth-level demon warriors.
When the giant owl collapsed in the past, the snow monsters came one after another to fight against the dip with their flesh and blood. Their absolute loyalty and perseverance allowed the nearly dead giant owl to gain some breathing space. The final dignity of the behemoth was due to
They protect it.
"It's like fate... Do we have to be like them?"
The Head of the Black Owl left the palace complex with a wry smile. As an extension of Solon's will, they must eradicate the things that destabilized the empire.
Even if the other party is infected.
Overnight, the Theocracy, Sligo and Codezonn all received a message sent in the name of Solonian Emperor Devic.
"In the northern part of the Solon Empire, the impregnated spirit reappears."
Sligo, which is adjacent to Solon, quickly received the message. Noel XIII, who was discussing the structure of the human body in detail with several painters in bed, calmly accepted the silent appearance of the Silent Man in black robes at the head of the bed.
Listening to the other party's narration in a female voice that was far flatter than the "heart" of one of the painters, the sweaty Noel stood up calmly. He ignored the quiet man and took a sip from the crystal cup.
Tea.
Noel's Adam's apple that was constantly moving suddenly stopped, and the sound of wind blowing in from outside the spacious and spacious palace swirled, bringing a touch of coolness to this palace where the fire attribute magic was so strong that it was easy to run naked.
Noel turned his head stiffly, staring straight at the Silent One hidden under the black robe and black mask.
"Dip, dye, spirit?" The tone of each word of Noel's was higher than the previous one, and finally it became out of tune and became high-pitched, as if someone was holding his throat, and the sound sounded like a castrated slave.
The peculiar tone of the call.
"If you don't feel cold, I can release the image for you now." The Silent One said.
Noel stretched out his hand to stop her, looked back at the painters on the bed, then clapped his hands, and several personal guards appeared upon hearing the sound.
"Take them to a quiet place and have a good rest for a while." Noel glanced at the Quiet One and ordered, "Send a Quiet One to take care of them. I hope no one will know what they said."
The painters who were unaware of the current situation looked horrified, and they quickly begged Noel coyly. One of them rushed forward and tried to get permission in the usual coquettish way.
Noel raised his arms without hesitation, letting that graceful body fall straight to the ground.
"Take it away!" Noel shouted.
The guards wrapped the painters in quilts, stuffed their mouths with pieces of cloth, and then hurriedly left the palace.
After only two people were left, the Quiet One broadcast the rubbing of the photo scroll that Solon had sent.
Noel sat slumped on the edge of the bed, his eyes unable to find a focus. After a long time, he hurriedly stood up.
"Inform the Tribunal, the Noble Senate, the Mage Tower, the Arena, the Potions Academy and...that...that..."
"You want to say martial arts round table?" The Quiet One reminded.
"Yes, let them all take a look, see clearly... in short, see clearly!" Noel was confused and kept pacing.
Suddenly, he yelled: "Come back!"
The Silent One quickly returned to the palace.
"Don't get me wrong, those painters will continue to provide daily necessities, and their appearance cannot be compromised."
The Silent Ones were really silent, but they were all used to Noel as the emperor, so they still nodded.
"No, come back!"
The Quiet One returned again, and she asked, "Have you changed your mind? We will make their death less painful."
Noel's eyes were unusually bright and his tone was serious: "Solon only thinks about us, and Cordzoun and the Theocracy reported the information?"
"So far, yes."
"Dewek is a waste who deserves to be grinded by the giant dragon and have his flesh and blood sucked out by the dryad to give back to the earth mother! His father is ten thousand times, no, one hundred thousand times stronger than him!"
The Quiet One waited for Noel to finish these childish words.
"Inform all the tribes around Sligo... let them know about the impregnated spirit, notify the Theocracy immediately, and let them speak out with us. We must convince those fools as quickly as possible that this is not a joke!"
The Quiet One left in a hurry, and Noel walked to the weapons rack in the corner of the palace, picked up a spear, took a deep breath, and smashed the dummy behind him with one shot.
"Dewek, are you too arrogant, or are you trying to reproduce the way the humans used to steal chestnuts from the fire?"
"..."
"Sooner or later we will all know, so let's let them all go... Where are the Quiet Ones, where have you been?"
Antonio, the new pope of the Silver Maple Holy Kingdom, immediately confirmed the authenticity of the information to Solon, and the scene of Anling City being infiltrated followed. After seeing the scene full of distortion, filth and madness, Guanghui Institute shuddered.
.
Antonio suddenly remembered Laurent's last words.
"Great turmoil..."
Antonio was shocked as he chewed those words.
Everyone in the Guanghui Academy stood up when they learned about Laurend's prophecy before his death. They didn't care about their image and eagerly asked for details.
However, Antonio had a bitter look on his face: "Pope Laurent just asked me to prepare for the coming turmoil, but he didn't tell me the details."
Archbishop David of the Execution Court was thoughtful. He looked around at the other bishops and said, "For a while, I could often hear some small whispers. I talked to Pope Laurent, and he told me that he could hear it too.
"
"Since then, Pope Laurent has been critically ill many times. After surviving the difficulties, he recounted the scene when he was in a coma to Serra and me. However, as time went by, he became more and more reluctant to share... Could it be the entrustment of the God of Glory?"
Everyone looked at each other.
Among the senior officials of the Glory Academy, there are many people who know that the God of Glory is just a fantasy created by them. They pretend to be pious and choose to fear because of Laurend. However, with Laurend's death, the cloak of believers has disappeared.
It also started to fade.
Now, the "prophecy" that Antonio learned and David's words made everyone couldn't help but have a strong curiosity about Laurend's actions in his last days.
What did Laurende see in his coma that made him leave such an accurate prophecy for Antonio?
The wavering piety suddenly became solidified by fear. They looked up at the statue of Lord Silver Maple behind them and couldn't help but swallow their saliva.