Chapter 410 Chapter 204 Feast (3)
Above the royal court, the lights were brilliant, and the reflections of gold and jade beads scattered on the red silk carpet, but the entire royal court was in panic.
Yagmein’s turned pupils were filled with terror:
Fleshy buds, rich in life, were drawn out from the emaciated old man’s body, his arms and back were torn open, like rapidly growing tree branches, entwined and woven in deformed flesh and blood.
The former Marquis Lord, hunched over, coughed incessantly, and blood continuously flowed from his lips. Initially it was dark red, but it quickly became crystal clear. Just touching the ground, the flames of life ignited the silk carpet.
Flames formed by countless creative powers—compared to pure life flames, they represented creation, endless possibilities, and endless change!
All the abnormalities happened in an instant, and the gaps in time intervals did not even allow Yagmein, a Saint Rank, to react in the slightest.
The deformed creature that replaced Marquis Ward, its body covered with countless mutated flesh and blood like evil tumors, grew thick and slippery tissues, and hard scales were drawn out. Suddenly, one side of its body was torn apart by the growing flesh and blood, spraying black pus everywhere. Beside its body, indescribable branches, almost as tall as a person, were drawn out and swept forward!
As if a signal, the magic crystal ship cannons loaded in the castle let out a devastating roar, with cracks all over, and earthquake-like tremors shattered the gorgeous crystal lamps and ornaments. Several figures in black clothing beside the terrified Yagmein also stepped out simultaneously, as if about to make a move.
At the same moment, the sound of armor clashing came from outside the palace gate, and the gate was split open with a roar. The elite knights of Andelfir Province, bearing the crest of the Red Lion Fortress, repelled the guards outside the gate and rushed into the entire banquet hall with swords and sabers in hand.
“Hoo-sha!”
Suddenly, a brilliant sword light was drawn, and the next moment, the sword shadow was cut vertically. The deformed and strange creature of Marquis Ward was split in two by its firm body, which was far tougher than pure gold or mithril, reinforced by a burning Saint-level Dou Qi. Black pus spurted from the wound, and the sharp and harsh screams of pain shattered pieces of glass.
But Marquis Mays did not look at it. With the straight sword held high in his hand, he shouted loudly:
“Yagmein brought Douglas’s knights. This must be his collusion with the Governor of Andelfir, using the fiendish voodoo to poison the old Marquis, and wanting the darkness to pollute Lorinc! Fellow colleagues, for the sake of the Kingdom, let us kill these heretics!”
Yagmein, who was directly facing Marquis Mays’s sword, only turned half of his face.
Although both were Saint Ranks, under the unreserved and fully unleashed sword light of the Marquis, he felt extreme terror, even the feeling of impending doom. He could only summon all his strength and shout to the figure beside him, who was removing his black clothes:
“Save me!”
The stunning sword light poured down like a galaxy, instantly submerging Yagmein’s figure. Even the figure that stepped forward to block had its black robes and cloaks torn to shreds by the sword light, revealing a body like a necromantic corpse, made of black iron and old bronze. Under the lifted hood were pupils of netherworld ghost fire.
When it was no longer hidden, the deathly Nether aura on its body struck the entire banquet hall like a tidal wave!
“A Saint-level Lich?”
Marquis Mays thought as his long sword struck the opponent’s arm, sparking. The traces of space twisted under the impact of the surging power.
In the Marquis’s sight, the other four figures also removed their cloaks, revealing themselves to be Lich corpse puppets of the same realm; and in the center, a face was revealed, a wizard’s face with a gray and dead-white complexion, with netherworld black smoke seeping out everywhere, appearing exceptionally grim under the deathly ghost fire.
It was Rogue, the Necromancer from Hacklanton.
Marquis Mays was not surprised. The deformed creature beside his ear was still continuing its transformation, and the deathly stillness of the necromantic puppets was almost seeping onto his feet, but the Marquis’s gaze remained fixed on the last figure still in black.
The last figure in black reached out and pulled at its hood. Its slender and graceful fingers seemed to belong to a young girl, and under the slightly lowered hood, dark silver hair was revealed, and a faint color like the dark night was reflected.
Marquis Mays’s pupils suddenly contracted.
“That is—”
Verafia, who was beside Ig and had just stood up while holding her skirt, also uttered a sound of surprise.
The girl’s gaze fell on the young figure who was blocking Marquis Mays but still revealed a hint of dark light. She no longer thought about anything else. Her delicate, jade-like little hand quickly blocked her front, and a vivid and dazzling flame screen was suddenly erected. At the same time, she turned her head and shouted loudly to the person beside her:
“Idiot Ice Dragon! Hurry and transform!”
The girl with dark silver hair pulled down her hood at this moment.
What appeared in everyone’s eyes was a dark-skinned, eccentrically pointed-eared night elf, whose figure was still graceful under the heavy black robe.
What followed was a tide of utter darkness, whose concept was not in the “mortal world,” but which anyone could clearly perceive, viscous like mud, and surging like a stormy wave!
“This… could it be, the Black Moon Tide?”
Ig almost blurted out.
The moment the black tide surged in a conceptual dimension, Ig instinctively associated it with the black tide of the abyss formed under the black moon shadow that he had seen in the will space of the ancient dragon Midilna.
The next moment, the ripples projected by the “Black Tidal Wave” in the mortal world crashed violently against the wall of flames that Verafia had erected.
The divine power of the blazing flames annihilated each other in some unknown dimension with the black color. Suddenly, large cracks spread across the surging flame barrier, and Verafia’s delicate body trembled. A trace of crimson blood flowed from her young, red lips, looking very conspicuous on her slightly raised, snowy white, delicate face.
“Veer!”
“Hmm… This much, this young lady is fine. Ig, let’s go!”
Although Marquis Mays and many Saint Ranks bore the brunt of the oppression of this “Black Tidal Wave,” only a subtle ripple was spread to their corner, but Verafia was not as relaxed as she appeared.
The girl turned her delicate face and saw the hesitant look on the young man’s face. She couldn’t help but grit her silver teeth and yelled:
“Hey! Don’t you want to stay here anymore! There are no less than ten Saint Ranks here. If a real fight breaks out, this young lady can’t stand it! Besides, your father is very strong, you don’t need to worry about him!”
A clear dragon roar sounded beside her. On the other side of the black tide, which was blocked by the flame light curtain, Ophiuchus, who had transformed into her true form, waved her dragon claws. Her raised wings shattered the castle’s stone structure, and the incredibly dark and oppressive sky under the frost moon was reflected in her eyes.
In an instant, countless thoughts flashed through Ig’s mind. He gritted his teeth hard but could not make a decision.
Verafia looked at his persistent hesitation and couldn’t help but stomp her foot, her crystal high-heeled shoes making a sound. She quickly grabbed his arm, then grabbed Shirine next to him, and leaped onto Ophiuchus’s back, who was soaring in the night sky.
The black surging wave also enveloped the entire castle at this moment.
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I wanted to gloss over it, but it still turned out to be a chapter… (Well, the perspective has to follow Veer…)
