Extraordinary Rise: Starting Contract with the Silver Dragon Countess

Chapter 199: Clouds move in all directions, the ultimate target - the one favored by God, Yadel Angryn!
Adair glanced at Nephthys and said in a deep voice:

"This is a matter of great importance. I have one last question for you: Is the intelligence reliable?"

Seeing that Adele was still so cautious and suspicious at this time, Nephthys wanted to say to her, "This information was given by your husband, why don't you go ask him?"

Nephthys suppressed her inner thoughts and replied:
"It was discovered personally by the master. He has been secretly monitoring Andrei, the man beside the third Saxon prince.

In addition, our Military Control Commission has people stationed all over the country, including those close to the Grand Duke of the Southern Territory."

In order to allow Adele to prepare early, Cohen asked Nephthys to inform her of some information about the Kingdom of Ceylon and the Southern Territory in advance.

So that Adele can prepare in advance.

After hearing Nephthys's assurance, Adele finally felt relieved and ordered:
"Let's proceed as planned."

"it is good."

Nephthys paused, then continued:

"Your Highness, there is one more thing that the gentleman asked me to inform you in advance.

The Grand Duke of the West, Falkenham Francis, will soon announce his participation in the rebellion."

Adair's gaze suddenly darkened as she stared at Nephthys without saying a word.

Nephthys continued:

"Of course, the rebellion is fake. Falkenham has reached a friendly agreement with our master. He will pretend to rebel and join the rebel army of the Grand Duke of the Southern Territory, providing us with real-time intelligence from the rebels so that we can grasp the overall situation.

I might even give them a surprise stab at the critical moment!"

Adele snorted softly:
"Your master is truly powerful. If I get the chance, I must see it with my own eyes!"

Nephthys muttered in her heart:
"It should be soon. I hope you won't be surprised by then!"

……

The news of the rebellion in the southern border of Aifeiyin spread like wildfire. In less than a day, it was already on the desks of various forces that were closely following Aifeiyin's movements.

In the Kingdom of Ceylon, the third prince Saxon Cromwell immediately convened a meeting of his subordinates after receiving the message that Andre's plan was successful.

At the same time, he secretly ordered the 1,000 "elite" troops [Oath of Ceylon] stationed on the southern border of Effiin to immediately march towards the southern border and, together with the troops in the southern border, march towards the royal capital of Florence.

For some small principalities, elite troops are like a dimensionality-reduction strike, and a thousand of them can run rampant within the country without fear.

Even an old power like Effiin does not have an "elite" army.

What's more, Saxon, or Andre to be more precise, has some "guides" in Effiin, so it will not be a problem for him to capture Florence within a few days.

Three thousand "elite" [Ceylon Oath], excluding the one thousand mentioned above, there are still two thousand.

One thousand of them stayed in the kingdom, and he took the remaining one thousand to Florence to participate in the Northwest Regional Exchange Conference.

After Saxon finished making the arrangements, he looked towards the direction of the royal palace. The envoy from the Western Region Empire was trying to mediate with his father, asking the Kingdom of Ceylon not to interfere in the civil unrest in Effiin.

Saxon naturally had found a sufficient reason. He had temporarily demobilized the thousand soldiers stationed on the border and turned them into ownerless mercenaries.

They were hired by the Grand Duke of the Southern Territory and had nothing to do with their Kingdom of Ceylon.

The plan has been proceeding perfectly and smoothly, and it is almost time to reap the rewards.

Saxon took a deep breath, his chest burning with joy and excitement. It had been too long, he had been waiting for this day for too long.

Effiin has fertile land, golden seaport, and the peerless queen!

His heart was pounding. He wanted to conquer Effiin in front of the northwestern countries and even the continental countries represented by the Charter Entente!
Let the whole world see the reputation of the second heir to the strongest kingdom in the northwest continent. He has enough confidence that after he conquers Effiin and returns victorious, this second place will automatically move forward!
From an illegitimate child to the center of the world stage, Saxon's heart surged with endless pride and confidence.

I should be the protagonist of this era!

……

In the Eastern Territory Empire, conspirators from the East are also eager to try.

Prince Xia Zuo stopped Quentin who was about to leave and whispered something to him:

“The Shadow Lord is also in Aifeiyin now, and has established a military organization.

According to intelligence, he should have reached some kind of agreement with Queen Effiin, so he will definitely show up at that time. When he shows up, find an opportunity to kill him!"

Quentin nodded thoughtfully:

"Killing him is no problem, but there's one thing. I heard he has a technique that allows him to escape into a secondary dimension. Unless a saint is dispatched, it won't be easy to deal with."

There was murderous intent in Xia Zuo's eyes:
"Then the Saint!
In my estimation, this time Effiin will probably require the appearance of a saint to resolve it.

The woman named Yadel should not be underestimated. After all, Effiin is also a member of the Charter Entente. Who knows what cards they have secretly kept.

As long as a Saint-level warrior appears on the other side, forget about the Five Nations Agreement and send a Saint to kill the Shadow Lord immediately."

Quentin's expression changed slightly. He naturally knew why Xia Zuo made such a decision.

The close relationship between Isabella Winzer, the Daughter of the Golden Wings, and the Lord of Shadows is no longer a secret.

Especially in the Eastern Territory Empire, those who were not on good terms with the Xia Zuo Group were looking at Xia Zuo, who claimed to be the first prince of the continent, as if he was laughing at a joke.

The goddess that you pursued like a dog but couldn't get away with was taken away by someone with just a beckoning of the finger.

The contrast and absurdity of this almost drove Xia Zuo crazy.

Xia Zuo's hatred and resentment towards the "Lord of Shadows" whose true identity he didn't even know had reached its peak.

He must kill the Lord of Shadows and take Isabella away in order to wash away the humiliation he has suffered.

Quentin nodded slightly and said:

"I know what's going on. Don't worry. We still have the Black Tomb, the legendary Mammon, Saint Garcia, the Lich King, and the 'Lord of Shadows'.

If this guy really dares to show up, we probably won't even need to do anything, the people from the Black Tomb will be able to take care of him."

Xia Zuo's expression looked better now, and he said:
"Two thousand elite Dragon Wing Guards have been hidden in the ranks of the Holy Oak Principality and the Silver Frost Principality.

If the situation becomes tense, Uncle Wang can make the decision on his own and let the Dragon Wing Guards make the final decision."

Prince Quentin seemed very relaxed and said:

"That shouldn't be necessary. We still have three Legendaries. Even the top-tier Effiin alone can't handle them, not to mention the large number of Half-Legendaries and Gold-rank warriors. If the situation really comes to a head, Black Tomb won't sit idly by."

Xia Zuo said in a deep voice:

"Don't underestimate the enemy. I've deployed my forces based on five times the strength of Effiein, so we can win in one battle!
Uncle Wang, I leave everything to you. As long as we succeed in taking down Aifeiyin this time, I won't be far from that position! "

"Don't worry, they can't cause any trouble!"

……

Central Empire, Imperial Capital Constantine, Administrative District North, House of Lords.

This is the core power institution in the empire second only to the imperial palace.

At the deepest part of the House of Lords complex stands a simple and quaint three-story building.

No matter how powerful and influential one is in the empire, anyone passing by this three-story building will subconsciously slow down their pace and show respect on their face.

Because there is a striking sign hanging at the entrance of this three-story building - Chief Office of the House of Lords of the Imperial House of Lords.

Samuel Jones, Secretary General of the House of Lords' Legal Committee, carried a dark briefcase and walked through the gate calmly into the small building. He walked to the third-to-last room on the second floor and knocked gently on the door.

Soon, an elegant and magnetic voice came from the room:

“Samuel?
Come in."

Samuel pushed the door open carefully. An old man was standing with his back to the door, tending to a pot of valuable flowers by the window.

Samuel didn't speak immediately, but waited quietly by the side.

The old man didn't say anything else. Time passed by minute by minute, and there was no sign of anxiety on Samuel's face.

Finally, after finishing the flower arranging activity, the old man sighed with satisfaction:
"This pot of irises was just sent here by His Majesty. Women are always attentive. I've served His Majesty for so many dynasties, and only Senis understands my hobbies.

The rest would only be rewarded with money, land or something like that.

Actually, there's nothing wrong with a woman being the emperor! "

Samuel bowed slightly in response.

The Chief can address the current emperor by his name without restraint, but he is not qualified to do so.

This feeling soon turned into an inexplicable murmur:

"But it's not good for a woman to be too strong-willed. My nephew is not bad either, why do you look down on him?
If you are willing to become a family with us, you can sit on the throne safely and securely!"

After expressing his feelings, the old man slowly turned around.

Heisenberg was dressed neatly, his hair was combed meticulously, his eyes were gentle, and he always had a kind smile on his face.

He speaks slowly and rhythmically, and seems more like a university professor than a senior bureaucrat.

Samuel bowed and said:

"Sir, there's news from Effiein."

In the Central Empire, when people addressed Heisenberg, they neither addressed him by his position nor by his title, but always used the word "Mr." instead.

A hint of teasing appeared in Heisenberg's eyes, and he said slowly:

"Did our dear Mr. Xia Zuo just hold back and take action?"

Samuel replied:
“Yes, the heir to the Grand Duke of the Southern Territory is dead, and the Southern Territory has rebelled!
This is detailed intelligence sent back by our secret agent in the southern border. It's reported that the vanguard of the rebellion has reached the most important military fortress in the southern border of Eifin - the Bastion Fortress."

Heisenberg's tone is playful:
"If things go as expected, they will be at the gates of Effiin in ten days."

Heisenberg spoke calmly, as if he did not believe that this bastion fortress, which was regarded as a solid fortress by Effiin's important officials, could withstand the rebels in the south.

Samuel said:
"Pretty much. That's what the guy in the east is planning. He's taking advantage of all the nations gathering in Florence for the Northwest Regional Exchange Conference to pull this on Effiin and force the Corleone royal family to step down."

Heisenberg seemed to have thought of something interesting, and with a slight curl of his lips, he said:

"This Xia Zuo is a master at plotting and scheming, but it's a pity he's too young.

The young man had never experienced any setbacks. He was born as a high and mighty prince and had a smooth journey. He always thought that everything in the world could develop according to his plan.

So naive. ”

Heisenberg's words revealed sarcasm and contempt for Xia Zuo Tang. Heisenberg had worked his way up from an ordinary nobleman, and his power and prestige were gradually accumulated through his own efforts.

From the bottom of his heart, he looked down on people like Xia Zuo, who were born in Rome and held supreme power.

Samuel said from the side:
"Our Mr. Xia Zuo Tang was fascinated by the title of the First Prince of the Continent. Did he really think that the old foxes of the Wen Ze family could be controlled by just one or two ports?

If it were really that simple, this continent's richest family would have been wiped out countless times."

Heisenberg looked at Samuel with relief in his eyes, pointed at him and said:

“Look, one of my assistants can see it better than him.

Fortunately, Xia Zuo’s goal this time is the same as ours. With the first prince of the continent leading the way, we can just follow quietly and watch his performance.

The succubus daughter of the Dragon Emperor is no match for Xia Zuo.

The throne will probably still fall into Xia Zuo's hands. The Eastern Territory Empire will be our rival sooner or later. We can take this opportunity to see in advance what this prince can do!"

Samuel flattered:

"Sir, you are wise."

Heisenberg's tone remained mild:

“After our plan succeeds, we will voluntarily withdraw from Aifeiyin and leave Aifeiyin to Xia Zuo. Let him experience the wrath of the Golden Wing Family.

By the way, I also want to know the true strength of my old classmate!"

Aziz Wenzer, the patriarch of the Golden Wing family and Isabella's father, was a college classmate of Heisenberg and both graduated from the Law School of Constantine University.

Samuel raised his eyebrows slightly and whispered:

"The Dupont family of Effiin and Gore..."

Heisenberg recalled briefly and said casually:

"Once the tools are used, they should be thrown away. They know too much. You can handle it as you see fit."

Samuel was not surprised at all, as that was Heisenberg's way of doing things.

Although he appears gentle and polite to everyone, his heart is colder and more vicious than anyone else.

One can imagine the character of a man who could conspire with Asmodeus, the King of Hell, to murder his own emperor.

Samuel thought to himself, maybe sooner or later I will be one of the tools you abandon.

Samuel silently suppressed the thoughts in his mind and waited for Heisenberg's next instructions.

Soon, Heisenberg asked:

"When does Archduke Ferdinand plan to leave?"

Samuel seemed to know what he was going to ask and immediately replied:

"In three days, the Grand Duke will come to the palace to bid farewell to His Majesty."

Heisenberg nodded slightly and said:

"He's going there on behalf of the rotating presidium of the Charter Alliance. It's not convenient for our House of Lords to send anyone to intervene, so let Qiao Lun go with him.

If any unexpected incident occurs, he can handle it on my behalf."

Samuel's face showed an expected look. Joelen Wertheimer, Heisenberg's nephew.

She was also the candidate for Empress whom Heisenberg strongly recommended to Her Majesty the Empress.

Samuel bowed slightly:
"Okay, I will arrange for Young Master Qiao Lun to join the rotating presidium."

Outside the Imperial Palace, Archduke Ferdinand looked behind him at the young man who was about to travel to Florence with him as a military attaché. A hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, and he asked:

"Is this what you mean, sir?"

Qiao Lun looked to be in his thirties, with bright and gentle eyes, a straight posture, and a thin face. Like his uncle, he often had a faint smile on his face and a humble and kind attitude.

Hearing Archduke Ferdinand's question, he bowed slightly and said respectfully:
"Your Excellency, the Grand Duke, yes, he hopes that I can gain more experience with the Continent's No. 1 Grand Duke, and he specifically instructed me to obey his orders.

If I have done anything wrong, please feel free to punish me."

Archduke Ferdinand remained undeterred by Jorun's flattery and chuckled, saying:
"Sir, you're worrying too much. Baron Joren Wertheimer is an outstanding young man in the empire. I feel much younger working with you.

Let's go, we will bid farewell to His Majesty and then set off."

"it is good."

Unfortunately, things went against their wishes and the two of them were unable to meet Her Majesty the Empress.

Archduke Ferdinand looked at the reason given by the lady-in-waiting, "Your Majesty is ill and cannot meet guests. Please leave on your own and there is no need to say goodbye." He felt a slight movement in his heart and glanced at Joran beside him inconspicuously.

Qiao Lun looked a little embarrassed. It seemed that he also knew why the empress didn't want to see the two of them.

Ferdinand chuckled in his heart, feeling somewhat helpless about his Majesty's childish temper, and said:
"Please tell His Majesty that Baron Qiao Lun and I will live up to His Majesty's expectations and successfully complete this mission."

Afterwards, Qiao Lun, whose demeanor had regained its gentleness, rushed towards Florence.

At the same time, after receiving information from Samuel Jones, the chief of the Military Control Commission's first overseas station, Constantine Station, Cohen was slightly surprised. Joelen Wertheimer was here too?
Is this the emperor whom Heisenberg has been strongly recommending to Shanice?
After thinking for a moment, Cohen raised the corner of his mouth slightly. He heard Windsardelle say that Shanice had often complained in her ear about Baron Jolan who wanted to eat swan meat.

He suddenly had an idea and didn't know what was wrong with him. He kept finding different ways to mock his Empress.

He opened the communication stone with Her Majesty the Empress and looked at the many messages mocking him. Cohen smiled slightly, not caring at all, and slowly typed a line of text:
"Your Majesty, are you interested in making a deal with me? I want Baron Qiao Lun, who has always been committed to being your husband, to never dare to mention this matter again..."

……

Deep in an ancient forest, a castle built of dark boulders stands there for what seems like a millennium. Black Tomb Headquarters!

The castle gate was tightly closed, and the two heavy door panels were carved with strange symbols and skull patterns, exuding a cold and chilling atmosphere.

Two guards in black robes and with stern faces stood like statues, with empty eyes and cold aura.

Inside the castle, the light was so dim that it seemed to be swallowed up. The dome of the hall was extremely high, and a few swaying candles flickered in the wind, casting distorted shadows.

On the walls hung tattered flags and specimens of various strange creatures, including winged demon cubs and the heads of multi-headed giant snakes, although they had lost all life.

But their eyes seemed to be spying on everything in the darkness.

The deepest part is the core area of the Black Tomb Organization, the meeting hall.

A huge round stone table was located in the center, surrounded by skulls and chairs with dark magic circles. On the stone table was a crystal emitting a faint green light.

At the end of the hall there is a high platform with several black thrones on it.

A low and strange voice sounded, and three figures slowly emerged beside the round stone table and sat down in order.

Mammon, the third councilor of the Black Tomb and the lord of the third level of Hell, sat at the front and said to the empty throne on the high platform not far away:

"The five tomb masters have summoned me, but what's the big deal?"

Behind him are the fourth and fifth councillors.

All three of them have legendary cultivation.

As Mammon's voice fell, a black mist rose from one of the thrones at the back, and a hoarse voice rang out:
"Aifin's operation is about to begin."

Mammon's eyes moved slightly, he looked at the two council members behind him, and replied in a low voice:

"Are the fourth and fifth brothers and I the only ones going?"

A voice sounded in the black fog:
"Nex and Garcia will be there too."

The current Lich King of the Lich clan 'Eternal Dark Wings', Saint Nex Boneshadow!

Oathbreaker Garcia Lance, a saint-level paladin who believes in the [Oath of Renegade]!

Two saints, three legends!

The voice of the mist continued:
"And I."

An expression of deep horror appeared on the faces of the three people at the same time.

The fact that two saints were going was enough to surprise Mammon and the others, but Mist was actually going too?
If you don’t know, you might think that the Black Tomb is targeting a certain human empire!
As if aware of the surprise in the hearts of Mammon and the other two, the black mist slowly said:

"Queen Effiin is not as simple as you think. What she has is of great significance.

To be honest, if I hadn't seen the huge changes in the future, I would not have agreed to take action against this woman in principle.

In fact, just from this thing on her body, one can tell her identity and background. Acting rashly may lead to unknown consequences.

Not to mention that there is an Effiin behind her.

A genuine kingdom of the sons of gods that has signed the Charter of Gods and Demons."

Mammon raised his eyebrows slightly and said softly:
"Xia Zuo is confident that he can deprive Yadel of her title as Queen of Effiin. As long as she is not the queen, we will have much less concerns when we take action."

A faint sigh came from the black fog:

“But I always feel like something is wrong.

This woman has this quality, and yet she became the queen of a Charter Entente country.

It's as if... as if fate has found a talisman for her. I always feel like there's an invisible, dark hand behind all this... It's terrifying."

Mammon didn't know how to complain for a moment. There were probably not many existences on this continent that could make the owner of the Black Tomb feel afraid.

Mammon whispered back:

"Xia Zuo should be reliable. He has also contacted people from the Kingdom of Ceylon. They have 4,000 elite troops alone, and so many legends.

I think we don't even need to take action, Effiin will fall. Without the protection of Queen Effiin, Yadel will be at our mercy.

Besides, don't we have a better trump card?"

Mammon's voice suddenly became more playful, and he continued:
"This peerless queen, like our Saint Garcia, is also an utter love-sick man!

Judging from past events, Queen Effiin cares particularly about her husband, whom we have made into an idiot.

As long as you can control her husband, she will be forced to submit!"

The fourth and fifth council members behind him coughed lightly, and at the same time admired Mammon's audacity.

This person truly deserves to be the most special existence in the Black Tomb. He actually dares to rub salt into the wounds of a saint in broad daylight.

Everyone in the Black Tomb knew that Garcia betrayed the Church and joined the Black Tomb in anger because his beloved wife committed suicide, which violated the teachings of the Church of Light.

The Black Mist seemed quite interested in Mammon's words and asked:
“Is the news reliable?

Could it be that Queen Effiein deliberately left a loophole?
It's hard for me to imagine that such a woman would care so much about a man?"

Mammon replied patiently:

"It's reliable. According to my insider in Florence, Queen Adele of Effiin has lived with King Cohen since she was very young.

In Adele's mind, Cohen is probably a combination of four roles that are very important to women: child, younger brother, childhood sweetheart, and husband.

In addition, Cohen was a student she taught personally, and she poured a lot of effort and emotion into him.

I am absolutely certain that Cohen Corleone is Adele's lifeblood, otherwise she wouldn't have sent him out of Florence at this time."

The voice of the black mist:
"I understand. You guys should set off according to the plan. Let Xia Zuo go first. I think besides Xia Zuo, there should be others who will attack Aifeiyin.

We will wait until they have almost exhausted all the cards in Queen Effiin's hand before we take action."

The three of them answered:

"Yes."

A series of captivating whispers echoed from the black fog. After a long moment, they slowly spoke:
"To cope with the major changes ahead, we must obtain what's in Adele's possession. I hope everything goes well!"

……

In the same distant and undetectable valley, an ancient castle, shrouded in the moss of time and a mysterious atmosphere, also stands there quietly.

It is like a reef in the long river of time, motionless for thousands of years.

It's like it's facing the ancient castle of Black Tomb from afar.

The castle's architectural style combines classical and modern elements. The main building is made of solid stone and is covered with lush green ivy.

The magnificent gate shimmered with a strange light, a glimmer of magic dancing.

Above the main entrance, a huge plaque engraved with "Cobalt Soul Academy" is faintly visible in the mist of the valley.

Deep inside the academy, the dean, Professor Dunprado, was lying on an ordinary rocking chair, basking in the sun comfortably. Opposite him stood a middle-aged man with an extremely ordinary appearance and a pair of thin-framed glasses.

Galileo Galilei, the dean of the Northwest branch of Cobalt Soul Academy.

Galileo whispered:
"That little guy wrote me a letter, asking me to fulfill the promise I made."

When they were in the Lost Land, Galileo wanted to learn from Cohen the specific situation and exact time of the changes in the world of the gods.

He promised to help him once without violating the principles, and after some bargaining, he agreed to send another 100 "special-level" guard monks to help him once.

Professor Dumprado's eyes flashed with realization, and he whispered:
"'Lord of Shadows', that's the name, right?

Is it the little guy who predicted changes in the world of the gods?"

Galileo nodded gravely:

"It was him. He also predicted that this major change would even involve the gods... and even that some gods would fall!"

Galileo couldn't help but recall the terrifying future scene that Cohen had described:

Undead believers have lost the ability to chant necromancy spells!

The lich tribe lost the favor of eternal life!
The complete annihilation of Velsharoon, the boaster, the great necromancer, the king of the abandoned tombs, and the lich god!
There was a hint of amusement in Deng Prado's eyes:
"He wants you to go to Florence at this time, presumably to help Effiin survive the siege by the two empires and the Black Tomb!"

A casual remark from Dumprado had already pointed out Effiin's current situation.

Cobalt Soul Academy, this behemoth that is always detached from the outside world, its intelligence and predictive abilities should not be underestimated.

Galileo nodded slowly:
"That's about right. This kid is really brave enough to get involved. I wonder if he knows what kind of opponent he's going to face!
Just thinking about it makes my scalp tingle. Who on earth did this Effiin offend to attract the siege of two major human empires, a kingdom, and a pan-continental underground organization?

A hint of sternness appeared in Deng Prado's eyes:
"Others may not know, but I know those old guys in the Black Tomb well. It must be that Aifeiyin has something they must get.

I speculate that this item is most likely in the hands of Queen Effiin, the one who is about to become the youngest legendary figure in human history, Yadel Angryn.

Everything that Aifeiyin is experiencing now is caused by her!"

Galileo's face suddenly became clear, and then he asked:

"Then should I still go?

The purpose of our college has always been not to get involved in any disputes between human countries, but to preserve the fire of civilization and cultivate the seeds of civilization for mankind.

If I were to leave, our Cobalt Soul Academy might lose its detached and neutral position."

Deng Prado shook his head and said:

"If even humanity is gone, what else can we preserve?"

Galileo looked at Dumprado in surprise, wondering why the dean suddenly said such pessimistic words.

Deng Prado said calmly:

"Do you think that the fall of the Lich God Velsharoon, predicted by that boy, is just the final result of that future change?"

After hearing what Dumprado said, Galileo quickly realized something, and his eyes were suddenly filled with surprise. Dumprado said slowly:

“I think that’s not the end, it’s the beginning!
The fall of a high-level deity marks the beginning of this great change!
What do you think is the probability that human civilization will survive?
Are we at Cobalt Soul Academy just going to sit on the sidelines and watch?"

Galileo immediately understood. Yes, if the situation was as serious as Dean Dumprador had predicted, their Cobalt Soul Academy would have to be eliminated.

Select a few seeds that can save humanity and reverse the future situation.

Galileo quickly realized something and said:

"So, the dean chose this 'Lord of Shadows'?

We don’t even know his true identity now…”

Galileo stopped talking mid-sentence and immediately said:
"Have you, sir, already divined the true identity of this 'Lord of Shadows'?"

Deng Prado shook his head slightly and smiled:
“No, it’s not divination, it’s guesswork.

Originally, the probability was about 50% to 60%. Now that he has sent you this message and asked you to go to Aifeiyin to help him, the probability should be 80% to 90%.

Galileo frowned, looking at the information Cohen passed on. After studying it for a long time, he shook his head:
"I don't quite understand."

Deng Prado smiled and said:

"Galileo, you should go out more often. It's easy to lose your humanity if you only deal with books in the library.

You overlooked the most important point... human feelings!
Do you think that with the power and ability of the 'Lord of Shadows', he can't guess what he will face after returning to Effiin?

If he couldn't guess, he wouldn't have forced you to make that promise at that time.

He knew it, even earlier than we did, and knew it more clearly.

A person who knows what kind of desperate situation Eifin is about to face, still resolutely returns to Eifin and chooses to help Queen Eifin. What do you think is his reason?
Beauty?
The Lord of Shadows already has a daughter with golden wings who is no less beautiful than Queen Effiin. Why would he risk his life and death to return to Effiin to please a married woman?
Is he so lustful?

Also, would the Golden Winged Woman be so generous as to allow her man to risk his life to save another woman?
There is only one reason that can force a person who can summon gods to make such a choice!
He is the King of Effiin, Coron Corleone!

He went back for no other reason than to save his country and his queen!"

Galileo was suddenly startled and looked at Dumprado in disbelief. He seemed to be shocked by the other party's speculation, and his voice was even stammering:

"But...but how is this possible? Intelligence from various sources indicates that he was indeed struck by a Saint-level spell from the Black Tomb!
Furthermore, the actions of this Shadow Lord are simply impossible for someone of this background to accomplish."

There was a glint of wisdom in Deng Prado's eyes, and his voice was deep and magnetic:
"That's exactly why I picked him!"

Galileo's brows slowly relaxed, and a thoughtful look appeared on his face.

Dunprado lay back on the recliner and waved his hand:
"Go ahead, try to control the situation and make those people give up.

It’s not time for chaos in the mainland yet.”

Galileo bowed deeply and disappeared silently into the academy.

……

Effiin, southern battlefield.

The Grand Duke of the South, Kruger Gaunt, rode a warhorse with fur as dark as night, his posture was upright and his majesty was evident.

Wearing gorgeous and heavy armor, the black and gold "sword" emblem on a red background shines in the sun.

The "sword" emblem represents the family's honor.

Behind Kruger, the mighty army spread out like a steel torrent, and the flags fluttered in the wind, making a dull and powerful sound.

Kruger's rebellion was extremely fast. Almost on the second day after Cliff's death, the entire southern border was ready to revolt.

At dawn on the third day, after meeting up with the [Oath of Ceylon] at the border, they set off towards Florence.

There was basically no organized resistance along the way.

The army had a smooth journey and in less than three days, they arrived at the biggest obstacle between the southern border and the central part of Effiin - the Bastion Fortress.

This mighty fortress equipped with magic cannons was originally intended to defend against possible attacks from the Kingdom of Ceylon, but now it has become the most important line of defense against the rebellion in the south.

The army was approaching, and the bastion fortress seemed to be shrouded in dark clouds. Kruger pulled the reins, looked up and fantasized about the tall and majestic military fortress, with a solemn look in his eyes.

He turned his head slightly and looked behind him at Andre, the envoy from the Kingdom of Ceylon, who was standing with his second son Sandro. His heart began to beat fast.

This man assured himself that the Bastion Fortress would not pose any obstacle, but when he arrived in front of the fortress, the cold magic cannon at the highest point still made him feel scared.

My small army cannot withstand a few attacks from the magic cannon. Does the other party really have such great confidence that they can conquer this fortress?

Andre seemed to have noticed the hesitation of the Grand Duke of the Southern Territory. He rode forward and said with a chuckle:

"Your Highness, it's time for you to launch your attack. I guarantee that this magic cannon will not cause any casualties to your troops."

The Grand Duke of the Southern Territory took a deep breath. Having come to this point, he could only choose to trust the person in front of him.

He pulled the reins hard again, and the horse neighed and pawed the ground with its front hooves. Then he slowly raised his arm. The movement seemed to carry a thousand pounds of strength, and a deep and powerful voice rang out among the army:
"Raze the fortress and protect the king!"

"Raze the fortress and protect the king!"

The entire army roared in unison, and the sound of the bugle call shook the earth.

Immediately afterwards, the vanguard troops began to advance forward, the heavy infantry marching in neat and heavy steps, their shields linked to each other, like a moving fortress.

Behind them stood rows of archers, with arrows nocked and bowstrings drawn tight. At the command of their respective commanders, a rain of arrows streaked across the sky like locusts and flew towards the fortress.

Soon, waves of magical blue light shields rose up around the fortress, and rain of arrows hit the light shields, making crackling sounds.

The first round of attacks was contained, but the Grand Duke of the Southern Territory did not show any surprise on his face.

The Bastion Fortress is equipped with many high-level mages, and the protective shield was already within their expectations.

As long as their attacks don't stop, these mages will eventually run out of magic power. What excites the Grand Duke of the Southern Territory is that there has been no movement from the magic cannon on the commanding heights!

This discovery made him feel much more at ease. It seemed that the magic cannon of the Bastion Fortress was indeed ineffective!
The Grand Duke of the Southern Territory was greatly encouraged. With a wave of his hand, a row of mages in robes appeared behind him.

As the lord of a realm, his army is also equipped with mages.

The mages chanted something, their hands dancing with light, and magic missiles shot towards the light curtain. Accompanied by the endless rain of arrows, the protective light shield of the bastion fortress became dimmer!
(End of this chapter)