"Do you really want to start a total war? Elves?"
Watching the six incoming Elf Ninth-Level Spellcasters with vigilance, the Ninth-Level Spellcaster responsible for guarding the demiplane of the Internet had a solemn look on his face, and a stream of blue light flickered on his metallic face, as if he had entered.
combat status.
"Our request is very simple. We only need to review the historical information records of the constructed network. There will be no other actions that will cause harm to you, and we can pay corresponding compensation for this."
Several ninth-level elves looked at each other, and finally Seymour Silverleaf took a step forward and spoke on behalf of all the other elves.
“It’s just that because you have always refused to respond to our reasonable demands, we have to take some extraordinary measures.
As far as I know, the existence of constructed networks seems to be quite controversial in the Federation, and not all ninth orders want the existence of constructed networks. Some friendly congressmen have previously complained to us privately about the impact of constructed networks on the federation.
harm.
And this demiplane does not seem to belong to the Federal Council, but is the private property of Lord Loren XV. So, when it falls into a deep sleep, how many people will fight with us to protect this place?"
Listening to Seymour's methodical words, the face of the ninth-level guard became increasingly ugly.
"Now, I repeat for the last time, we only need to access the historical information records of the constructed network. If you agree, please take the initiative to lift the demiplane defense immediately, otherwise, we will take over everything here with our own hands."
After a brief summary, Seymour issued an ultimatum.
"..."
Facing the threat from the elves, the ninth-level shadow blocking the entrance to the half-plane in mid-air fell silent, seeming to be really weighing whether to agree to the elves' request.
"...Hmph! Give up! I won't agree to any of your requests."
However, after a moment, the ninth-level man suddenly snorted coldly, changed his previous nervousness, and pushed back very forcefully.
"Then we have nothing to say."
Nodding slightly, Seymour casually annihilated the projection in front of him. Then, he raised the life wood staff in his hand, pointing the head of the staff towards the entrance of the demiplane.
"In my name, Seymour Silverleaf, all 'doors' here are forbidden to be closed!"
At the same time, the other five elf spellcasters also raised their respective magic weapons such as staffs and magic balls, and pointed to the demiplane together with Seymour.
"In my name, Erdan Silverleaf, all 'doors' here are forbidden to be closed!"
"as I……"
When the will of the six elves fell, the entrance to the demiplane, which originally exuded white light, suddenly trembled. A dark color appeared in the center of the plane connection point with a spherical outline, and began to gradually expand in all directions.
The light ball itself seemed to be fiercely resisting this change, its brightness began to flicker on and off, and the speed of the dark expansion would freeze for a moment from time to time.
But in the end, the dark volume became irreversibly larger and larger, gradually engulfing the entire ball of light, and finally collapsed into a singularity along with the entire demiplane connection, and then opened up a huge twisted vortex.
"Okay, I'll enter first, and everyone who enters together will prepare protective spells. Pay attention to keeping the construction network isolated from the outside world to prevent them from gathering power through the network."
After checking the spatial coordinates at the other end of the vortex and confirming that they were correct, Seymour entered the plane gate first, followed closely by the other three elf spellcasters.
The last two elven casters continue to maintain their realm in the outside world, blocking the connection to the construct network.
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….….
"Lord Dark Crow, they have all gone in!"
In the mountain forest far below the plane gate, Langton, who had been lurking here for a long time, looked at this scene and waved his fist with uncontrollable joy in his heart.
"Indeed, as Mr. Vio said, the Elf Crowns will first block the connection between the construct network and the outside world. Now according to the news from the organization, the constructors shrouded in the domain have now all fallen into a state of paralysis.
!
In those areas that are not covered by the domain of the Elf Crowns, the constructors still retain consciousness, but the constructor headbands are no longer able to connect to the constructor network."
"That guy knows so much..."
Dark Crow was murmuring as always, and Langton could only pretend not to hear it. After all, Lord Vio and Lord Dark Crow had helped him a lot, and it would not be good to help anyone else.
"Then, we can send out the signal and prepare to start the second step of the plan."
Holding an inconspicuous pendant on his chest that looked like a stone trinket, Langton injected a trace of magic power into it.
The next moment, the pendant lit up slightly, indicating that the signal for the start of the action had been sent out.
This pendant is a set of alchemical wonders specially made by Lord Vio according to his needs. Each pendant will be matched with many corresponding talismans. As long as the pendant in his hand is actively activated by him, other talismans will also be activated.
light up at the same time.
"The signal is coming."
Following Langton's signal, in the capital of the Kingdom of Batoran, an ordinary vendor who was setting up a stall to sell some sundries suddenly raised his hand and pressed his chest.
In his hand, a stone amulet was shining slightly, exuding waves of magic power.
At this moment, he was not the only one who had a similar reaction to him, including several pedestrians passing by, entertainers performing on the streets, mercenaries sitting on the street corners... The resistance members disguised as civilians scattered throughout the country all received
The signal for action to begin.
"Give the things to those strangers and start the action! Be quick and don't let those bastard nobles react!"
As the operation officially began, a large number of players who had received missions from the Light of Hope organization rushed onto the streets carrying large bags.
"Look, look, there is a free magic newspaper here!!"
"Don't you want to read the top newspapers that only noble men can read? Now they are distributed for free!!"
"..."
These players are temporarily recruited locally by people from the Light of Hope, and it is not clear who they are working for.
The task they have to do is to distribute as many newspapers as possible. Each player team will be supervised by a resistance member to prevent them from secretly hiding the newspapers and falsely claiming that they have been distributed.
Considering that the literacy rate of federal civilians is astonishingly low, after repeated discussions with many senior leaders of the Light of Hope organization, Langton finally decided to reluctantly use real magical materials to produce these newspapers, so that more federal people can understand the body structure.
The truth and dangers of disguise.
The content of the newspaper was edited by the resistance department responsible for propaganda. As for the name of the newspaper, it was jointly named "Hope" by the deputy leader Langton and the leader of the Light of Hope, Shuter.
Since they did not receive orders, the actions of these players did not attract the attention of the city guards. Many city guards even took the initiative to ask for newspapers to take back and read.
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….….
On the other side, after sending the message, Langton followed his plan and sneaked back into the demiplane through the space coordinates reserved in advance.
Although the two ninth-level elves responsible for sealing the demiplane sensed his movements, they did not intervene because Langton had already greeted him in advance.