Chapter Fifty-Five: Revenge
Although Eve Luye spoke with an expressionless face, as usual, she radiated a strong aura of nihilism and was full of resistance. Jima thought to herself that since Luye did not want to see her parents, it would be hard to say that she had any connections. Taking her to the high tower to seek help with enchanting a nuclear bomb or predicting events was likely a lost cause. Who would listen to Eve Luye in the absence of parental support?
“Actually, we don’t necessarily have to go to the high elves,” Jima suggested. “I could seek the help of the Lord of Trickery. For the sake of the grand scheme, He would surely provide assistance.” Luye nodded.
George said, “Luye, think it over. Perhaps your father needs you.”
“Not a chance. He already has a daughter.”
Removing the Kane sword, although it granted terrifying powers, also meant gradually losing humanity. The curse of the Kane sword would spread through his army, his kingdom, and even his bloodline. The bloodline of Ainario flowed with curses. While the high elves were proud of Ainario, they were also terrified of the curse he left behind.
Luye continued, “The first elven king pulled the Kane sword for his wife and children. Now the Osuan guards are imitating it. Why should I interfere?”
George replied, “We need to communicate; baseless speculation will only hurt ourselves time and again.”
“That’s not true,” Eve Luye said. “We’ve been communicating for over half a year.”
For over half a year, the number of elves who bothered to come help was approximately zero, even considering Jima’s pointed ears. George urged, “But in the future, when your father is driven insane by the Kane sword and everything is irretrievable, will you not look back and think, ‘What if I had chosen to go back today?’ Would that not lead to different results?”
“Would you not regret it then?” Eve Luye said coldly. “No, I will never step onto Osuan soil again.”
Jima said, “Then let’s draft the enchantment of local specialties and the prophecy issue and seek the Lord of Trickery, shall we?”
Jenna asked, “But will the Lord of Trickery uncover the secrets of the local specialties?”
Jima slapped her forehead. “Then let’s just leave the enchantment business to the Empire.”
George watched as Eve Luye remained so resolute, shaking his head slightly as he wrote on a memo, saying, “Then how do we gain the trust of the Empire next?”
Jenna replied, “I can do it. I’ve fought for the Empire for a long time; I can vouch for you.”
“It’s probably not as easy as you think,” George said. “Let’s consider what problems we might encounter. According to Jima, the Eternal Chosen can foresee the future. If he perceives the power of local specialties, he might avoid its force.”
“So we should ideally strike with his entire army; the more, the better. How about directly bombing the barracks? Jima, can you fly over the barracks and detonate the local specialties?”
Jima replied, “Yes. Historically, local specialties have been detonated in the air, destroying cities. I don’t know how many people died.”
George’s memory was exceptional. “560 meters in altitude, detonation yield 150,000, with 80,000 deaths on that day.”
“Then this 300,000 yield local specialty would be enough to destroy the world army,” Jima said flatly. “At the very least, it could ensure the Empire survives for a long time.”
“Can that determine the outcome?”
“If the Eternal Chosen loses his mind and gathers all the world-destroying armies together, then yes. However, before that, many demons would dissipate and return to the Demon Realm due to a lack of magical power.”
Jima continued, “The army of world destroyers is not a city; it’s a long front line in front of the Empire, with demon army encampments spread along it. Of course, the more detailed distribution depends on intelligence.”
But based on my experience, I am confident that we could destroy the majority of the army personally led by the Eternal Chosen, and possibly even drag down several surrounding legions.”
George asked, “Is there any way to gather them together?”
The strategic decision to lure the Eternal Chosen like the Battle of Feishui, would require gathering 280,000 (historically claimed to be 800,000) troops and directing them to the strategic battlefield for a decisive engagement. Of course, the army of world destroyers is far more than just that few; the battlefield width and magic supplies are insufficient, and most likely multiple armies would be sent to battle in different areas.
Luye and Jenna couldn’t interject; they didn’t know what the Battle of Feishui referred to. Luye thought this was Jima hinting that only George and she should discuss this matter. They shared a common language and referenced, and this “hunting” drama instead strengthened their bond.
Jenna didn’t have as many ulterior motives as Luye. She asked, “What is the Battle of Feishui?”
Jenna provided an explanation, nodding to indicate her understanding.
Therefore, to achieve better results, the assistance of the Empire is still required to force… no, to lure the opponent into a decisive battle. Jima continued, “Of course, let me remind you that the Empire’s army is filled with cultists; even if there are no cultists in the decision-making layer, there are people who effectively might be unaware they are cultists.”
If we pursue the best outcome, there is the risk of intelligence leaks in the final empty phase, which could only take away a few demon armies.
Eve Frostleaf said, “It can be used to defend the Great Maelstrom.”
George and Jima looked at Eve Frostleaf, urging her to continue.
The double-tailed comet weakening the Great Maelstrom is the root cause.
It is unknown how much of this proposal is motivated by concern for her own race.
The weakening of the Great Maelstrom is indeed the source of all evil. Jima spoke another word that the other two women did not know. It is precisely because the Great Maelstrom was weakened that the winds of magic overflowed, allowing so many demon armies to exist in the mortal world while also stimulating the ambitions of the Witch King to seize the Great Maelstrom and harness its terrifying power.
However, Jima pointed out, “Using this local specialty on the high elves to protect the human whirlpool does not know how long it will take for the Great Maelstrom to be restored. In the best-case scenario, now there are cracks everywhere in the world; simply repairing the Great Maelstrom cannot stop the army of world destroyers.”
Without this local specialty, the destruction of the Empire is a probabilistic matter, followed by the Knight Nation of Barto, and finally, a great war between the army of world destroyers and the high elves.”
Thus, George is now faced with the happy choice of two: the Empire? Or the high elves?
George asked, “What would you all choose?”
Jenna said, “I abstain.”
Eve Frostleaf said, “The Great Maelstrom.”
Jima said, “The Empire.”
George asked, “Can you share your reasons?”
Jima replied, “I have a grudge against Marus. I would rather send him to the heavens, even if it’s not guaranteed to succeed.”
Eve Frostleaf said, “That’s the best way.”
George asked, “Are you sure?”
Sure.
George heard Eve Frostleaf lie and knew that she still cared for her kin in the end but held his tongue.
George said, “I want to save the Empire. Once we subjugate the world-destroying miracle Marus, the army of world destroyers will inevitably collapse, and the order faction will stand a good chance.”
Eve Frostleaf suddenly asked, “Anything else?”
“I want to defeat him,” George said. “He killed the former champion and defeated me.”
Eve Frostleaf nodded, remaining silent.
Is that all? George asked.
Everyone nodded.
Alright, it’s decided to assist the Empire. George continued, “The next issue is gaining the trust of the Empire, so they can trust us enough to cooperate with our actions and lure the opponent into strategic decisive battles. Jima, that’s right?”
Correct.
Now the problem we face is that the Empire’s army is filled with many spies, and when we seek the Empire’s trust, we must conceal the secret.
George asked, “Jenna, do you have any difficulties?”
I can vouch for you, allowing you to speak directly with the Emperor.
Jenna said, “But how will you convince him? The Empire’s army is currently very weak compared to the world destroyers. I heard they are preparing to retreat to Adolf. How will you make him believe in the power of local specialties?”
George pulled out a USB drive and said, “Explosives.”
You’ve prepared adequately.
Jima complimented, “I didn’t expect that. Frostleaf, do you want to take a look at the big explosion?”
Eve Frostleaf’s racial pride kicked in, saying, “No need.”
Then our last issue is to win the trust of the Empire’s Emperor and gain his full assistance.
George said a few more words, Jima yawned, feeling sluggish, and asked, “Is the meeting over? I want to take a shower.”
Done.
Great! Jima suddenly sprang to life and stood up, pulling Eve Frostleaf along, saying, “Frostleaf, let’s go take a shower together! Jenna, you come too; experience the bathing style of my hometown; it’s so much fun!”
Eve Frostleaf couldn’t resist her and stood up, letting her pull her arm, Jenna did the same.
Hey? George, why are you tugging my tail? No need to be that urgent.
There are some things I want to talk to you about. George said, “About the egg left by the color sinner, you all go wash first.”
Jima smelled something amiss, turned around, and said, “We’re all good sisters, this secret doesn’t need to be talked about alone. Let’s discuss it together, hahaha, talk about it in the bath!”
No, just the two of us.
No, this is retaliation. Frostleaf, Jenna, don’t leave!
