"Sir, we should discuss this matter with the Grand Duke before making a decision. After all, our Principality of Jean has just made some progress. If we offend some people who cannot afford to offend, all the previous efforts will be in vain."
The trusted guard refilled a glass of ale and then reminded him softly. Apart from the Grand Duke, who is the pinnacle of power, the only person with top combat power in the Principality of Zeon is the magister in front of him.
Lorenz, an explosive mage, an amputee, and the holder of the Static Touch (one-handed staff). He lost his legs due to fighting with others in his early years, and he stopped at the level of a mage.
In fact, Lorenz has never carried it with him until now, and practices until the dead of night every day. He has only two long-cherished wishes in his life, one is to revitalize the principality, and the other is to set foot in the peak field.
Moreover, due to the tragedy in his early years, Lorenz always seemed a bit taciturn, or once he was angered, it was difficult for anyone to dissuade him.
He will never allow the Grand Duke to be humiliated, let alone accept the palace being occupied by a stranger. Let alone some villain who appears out of nowhere, even if the ancient beast comes to the Principality of Zeon again, he will definitely follow the example of his ancestors and fight to the death with him.
No matter how soft the wool carpet was, it could not offset the harsh sound of the wooden wheelchair. The trusted guard sighed and no longer stopped him, but planned to inform the Grand Duke of the matter immediately.
"In the dimensional space where I live, guys like you are called 'inferior'. In the language of this world, it should be 'disabled'."
"It's a very interesting psychic fluctuation. I have never sensed it before. This is the only reason why you are still alive. However, an ant like you should not disturb my rest. The only cost is to become my lunch.
"
On the throne of the Royal City of Fletcher, the bloated old woman transformed by the Mother of Pus slowly opened her eyes. She was seen looking at Lorenz who suddenly broke into the palace, and said with interest.
As a superior person in the hunter plane, the Mother of Ichor has long been tired of constantly devouring the same creatures, and the appearance of Lorenz, the explosive mage, is like an impromptu performance after a boring opera, which makes people feel uncomfortable.
It's a worthwhile trip.
However, no matter how curious she was, she had no reason to forgive the other party. After all, the other party was just an ant, and she couldn't make her face it.
"I can't sense your spiritual energy fluctuations. There are only two possibilities in this case. Either you are bluffing, or your strength is far superior to mine."
"I believe it is the second case. After all, although the Grand Duke is kind, he is also a prestigious high-level priest and a peak powerhouse."
"I used to enjoy being as high as you, until I understood a truth, that is called a 'dream' in this world. And people with 'dreams' are the most powerful!"
"What is embedded in the sky is not a cluster of stars. There are more than just flowing clouds across the sky. The clumsy body is extremely ridiculous. The heart filled with magic expands and contracts. In my name, a giant bomb!"
The touch of static electricity (one-handed staff), accompanied by the chanting of incantations, erupted into a dazzling glow. A faint space distortion appeared in the sky above Fore City, and the power of explosive psychic energy continued to condense and compress.
Although he has reached the pinnacle, after hundreds of years of hard training, Lorenz's immediate combat ability is extremely terrifying. This is one of the reasons why the Principality of Jean still exists in the world.
But a moment later, the usually calm man's eyes widened, and the Static Touch (one-handed stick) in his hand began to tremble slightly.
Just because the polymer formed by the power of explosive psychic energy began to dissipate rapidly, or to be precise, it was no longer under control.
"Are you planning to destroy this palace together? It's a good choice, but your strength is too weak."
"Furthermore, the term "peak powerhouse" is too ridiculous. If those ants can be called powerhouses, what should I call myself? God?"
The air of decay soared into the sky, easily swallowing up all the explosive psychic power, causing the spells that were supposed to be formed to disappear.
Then, the rotten air instantly enveloped Lorenz, seeping into his internal organs through his skin, and he passed out.
"Do you want to reach the pinnacle... Do you want to feel the feeling of walking upright again... Do you want to change your destiny..."
"Do you want to protect this territory... Do you want to gain the respect of more people... Do you want to be qualified to challenge the gods..."
Countless seductive voices swirled and echoed in his mind, and countless things that Lorenz never dared to dream about came to mind one after another, all so clear and real.
However, what he didn't know was that his body was already filled with rotten air at this moment. However, the rotten air was not only the mother of ichor's best attack move, but also a very exquisite treatment method.
The originally blocked blood vessels began to piece together one after another, and impurities that should not have existed were eliminated through the sweat glands. The originally lost legs began to ooze blood, first the white bones, then the pink muscles, and finally along with the nerve reflex, pus
The Mother of Juice also recovers all the decaying air.
"Oh? I didn't expect you to be lucky enough to absorb a wisp of my decaying energy and turn it into your own power."
"Forget it, then you should stand outside the palace door from now on, so that I won't be disturbed by anyone again."
The Mother of Pussy slowly turned her head and stared at Lorenz, who had just woken up. But Lorenz was stunned on the spot, his body shaking uncontrollably.
The legs that had been lost for hundreds of years reappeared, and his dream of reaching the top was inexplicably fulfilled. However, Lorenz felt empty in his heart, feeling that everything was unreal, but he had to believe it.
"Thank you for everything you have done. From now on, I will personally guard the palace hall and will never allow anyone to disturb your rest. At the same time, I hope you can become the patron saint of the Principality of Jean!"
Lorenz prostrated on the ground, but his previous arrogance and anger were gone, and he was only convinced by the mother of ichor. Now he felt that the other party was far more important than the Shadow City, Flowing Light City, just like a legendary god.
However, when the mother of ichor heard this, she waved her hands indifferently and said that it was just a trivial matter and there was no need to be so excited.
The door of the palace slowly closed, and he regained his legs. Lorenz, the new peak powerhouse and the great magician of the explosion system, stood outside, like a stone sculpture, with his white feet particularly conspicuous.
Although he really wanted to experience the wonderful feeling brought by the peak state, he had to fulfill his promise first and avoid being disturbed by anyone.
As for the mother of pus at this moment, the corners of her mouth were raised, secretly thinking that the creatures in this world are too easy to deceive, how could a being like herself protect a group of ants?
She is simply waiting for her companions from the Hunter Plane. As for the Principality of Zeon, whether it is revived or destroyed, it has nothing to do with her.
The Mother of Ichor is not a kind-hearted person, on the contrary, she is very moody. The reason why she acts like this is entirely because the other person is too weak, so weak that she has no interest in devouring him.
As night fell, she looked at the lights outside the window, and a cruel murderous intention suddenly appeared in her eyes. Perhaps the disguise could allow her to temporarily become the patron saint of the Principality of Jean, but once exposed, the patron saint would become a demon, and a
The deadliest evil.
Grand Duke Jean Margaret did not feel wrong. The principality was about to face an unprecedented disaster, perhaps more despairing than being trampled by an ancient ferocious beast. And the initiator of that disaster was naturally the mother of pus.