What did you do with the dice?

Phoenix moved his cat ears: "I will support you."

Sanita was very good at ruining the atmosphere: "But Transfiguration can't specifically transform you into your own species."

Rusalka: "Damn it, you are such an unfilial son. I am very dissatisfied with you."

Alice took the many bulging bags that Ailila stuffed into her, even several chickens and ducks, and waved goodbye: "Okay, goodbye, Mom—"

Shana also said goodbye to her: "Goodbye, stepmother——"

Ailila: "You should be happy - when your father comes back, we will come to you immediately."

Rusalka: "Alizee, you should say this: I love you mom, and I'll see you at Xuanwu Gate."

Alice didn't understand this: "Aren't we meeting in Silver City?"

Rusalka: "From today on, the north gate of Silver City will be called Xuanwu Gate, and the south gate will be called Phoenix Gate."

Western fantasy Suzaku, right?

Sunita: (You are truly a filial son. If you have the guts, tell your mother the same thing when you return to Earth.)

Rusalka: (She would laugh at me for wanting to be an emperor. She certainly wouldn't be angry. Instead, she might praise me for my ambition, or even quip that I'm already the little emperor of the family.)

Both of them fell silent: one said it while the other heard it, and both were deeply touched and missed their families.

Although Sanita had used his divine powers to know that time on Earth would stop due to their passage, which was good news, they still felt the years passing by in a very real way. They hadn't been home for almost six years and still wanted to go back soon.

Chapter 468 Local Specialty Gifts

On June 15, 548 of the Kingdom Calendar, Grand Duke Zhulei successfully concluded a cooperation contract with the elves and led his army back to the Zhulei Territory from the Forest of Elves.

Before leaving, Suarez followed Elune's instructions and handed over the second prince, Mebius Darkanis Quirion, who looked weak and whose ankles were trembling when he walked, to the Pearl Tear Army waiting outside.

It is understood that after his bloodline was purified, he thought that he was just sitting there doing nothing, and humans did not want to redeem him, so he could not be purified for nothing, so he simply made it available for open exchange.

Rusalka: This is no longer a simple elf, this is basically a long-eared man-eating beast. Why don’t you just change the name of your "Elf Forest" to "Tressen" from now on.

The second prince was quite excited when he saw the Snidi army under the flag of the Pearl Tear Territory. He thought that the Delai family had come to rescue him, but he didn't expect that he had just escaped from the wolf's den and fell into the tiger's mouth.

Sanitta: "Are you willing to swear an oath under the witness of the Supreme Master of Olympia, giving up your right to compete for the throne of the Kingdom of Snidi?"

Quirion asked weakly, "What if I don't want to?"

Sanitta: "Then I will ask you this later: Even if you have lost both arms, will you still challenge Prince Charens for a fair succession in this situation?"

Quirion was puzzled: "But my arms are still attached to my body, aren't they?"

Sanita gently wiped the enchanted blade in his hand. "That's why I said I'd ask you later. I need a buffer in between to relieve your physical burden. After all, it's a procedural question. You answer the first question first, and based on your answer, I'll see if I should ask you the second question."

Rusalka: So reducing the physical burden means cutting off both arms. It’s really a burden. The doctor is very skilled and doesn’t even need anesthesia. You are so lucky as my brother’s first patient!

He then chimed in, "Master Sanita is incredibly powerful. He can cast a spell called 'Independent Personality Awakening,' which allows your arms to develop self-awareness and detach from their original bodies. Of course, I've also met some mages from northern Myanmar who are even more skilled at this technique. They can even cast it on your kidneys."

Quirion was so sad that he had no tears left: Does he have any choice?

The day after Rusalka led his army away, the mayor of Advinche City fell seriously ill and fell into a coma, bedridden. According to the joint diagnosis of the priest and the natural mage, it was probably caused by long-term lack of sleep, loss of appetite, and excessive stress, and he needed to rest for at least a month.

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A week later, rumors spread in the Pearl Tear Territory that after Rusalka returned this time, she not only rescued the second prince, but also picked up a concubine from a foreign race from the Elf Forest.

And the opponent is not an elf, but a

A woman with two horns on her head, suspected to be a dragon person.

Dragon people are creatures at the bottom of the discrimination chain on the mainland. The slave-hunting teams used to catch them but were reluctant to sell them. If it were other nobles, it would be considered a complete collapse of etiquette and music.

But after hearing the news, the residents of Pearl Tears said: Oh, read.

Sit down, and proceed with the usual procedure. This is our Grand Duke of Pearl Tears, after all. He even dares to make a woman of the Filin tribe his legal wife. Besides normal human women, what other sex would he not dare to have sex with?

The first thing Rusalka wanted to do after returning was to pull Onyxia along, point at Shangri-La, whose eyes were nearly popping out of her head, and say to her, "If I lie to you, you'll fuck my ancestors. By the way, let me introduce you to my ancestor, Shangri-La. Remember that?"

Shangri-La had recently been searching for a wife for Rusalka. This sudden "bad news" made his head buzz as if it had been kicked by the dragon man in front of him. Rusalka's playing with cats and fish before was cute, but now this dragon man did the same. How shameless was his family? "I, I will fight you, you unfilial descendant!"

Rusalka had been in the Elf Forest for so long that she accidentally confused the way she treated the elves with how she treated her ancestors. She pulled out a small bag and tossed it to him. "Here, 10 gold coins. This is the fine for refusing a knight's duel. Consider it my filial piety to you, my ancestor. Use it to buy some delicious food. Would you like some puffs, ancestor?"

Shangri-La, upon hearing Rusalka's words, fumed and glared, his words stuttering. "You, a knight, refuse to duel? Are you crazy? Do you have any shame? Huh?"

"Pearl Tear?" Rusalka said with a grin, "Then, ancestor, go out and tell everyone that the knights of the Pearl Tear family are shameless, evading duels and acting like cowards, ruining the family's reputation and the honor of chivalry."

Rusalka grinned: I have no objection.jpg.

This is the most useful episode of blood connection: family honor is strung together, scolding me is equivalent to scolding yourself; pearl tears are chained together, pointing at me is equivalent to pointing at yourself.

This was also the time when "Pearl Tear Shangri-La" felt that he was closest to ascending to the Kingdom of God in broad daylight - although he had never seen the Kingdom of God, he felt that the Supreme Lord of Arcane almost came down to pick him up, but what was worse was that he still didn't take him away.

This son of a bitch... Ugh, Shangri-La suddenly realized that she couldn't curse Rusalka like that. This bastard is so disgusting!

Is his descendant, Rusalka, still human? I heard he sometimes calls himself Fishy. Could he really be a hybrid of one of his descendants and a mermaid?

No, I have to go to the big library again, find the Zhu Lei family genealogy, and look through it carefully to confirm which generation had the problem. I will write it down in my diary for future generations to criticize.

In addition, there are rumors that Rusalka will build a pure gold dragon statue for the black dragon princess Onyxia at the top of the wizard tower, and will also make her the Black Dragon Baron and divide a piece of barren land from the Pearl Tear Territory to give her as her territory.

Of course, he would also erect a golden cat statue for his wife Phoenix on the garden fountain in his city lord's mansion.

This move was approved by Hydra, who said that it should have been built long ago, and she also hoped to produce some small decorative statues - referred to as peripherals.

Pearl Tear Resident: Huh? That's new.

When they talked about this after dinner, they were surprised and someone mentioned how outrageous Rusalka's behavior was: Wow, that's a 2:1 dragon statue made of pure gold. My God, how much would it cost?

In the face of the absolute difference in size, even a 1:1 cat statue seems insignificant in comparison, like the leftover scraps that are recycled and reused after use.

After a not-so-intense discussion, everyone suddenly realized that this might be the most similar thing that a noble lord like Sneidi could do, and it seemed to be just like that, with nothing to complain about.

Think about it, Rusalka is a grand duke, and he has no money-burning hobbies except having sex with some foreign women (his hidden hobby of fighting is still too beyond human comprehension). Now he just uses gold coins to melt down and build a few statues. There is no additional taxation, and he uses his own money. It seems reasonable, right?

The residents had no objection, and the nobles next door, after hearing this information, were so happy that they took the initiative to send messengers to communicate, expressing their willingness to contribute and asking whether the Pearl Tear Territory needed highly skilled sculptors and alchemists.

Or why not just build a family statue? How can just two be enough to show off your majesty?

The subtext in their minds is also very obvious: Please be a little more extravagant and stop producing your damn munitions. In a city as small as Silver City, you have established five fully-staffed heavy infantry regiments and three heavy cavalry regiments, and even an ordnance regiment. You have also built a wizard tower and an ancient magic airship, and raised an elven army, and now you are still expanding!

The smoking furnaces in the military factory never rest a day all year round. Aren't the workers inside hot? I'm sweating profusely just looking at them.

The neighbors around here haven't slept well for almost a year, fearing that one day they'll wake up to receive a notice of violation rectification from Zhuleiling.

You said you are not from a knight family, so why don't you do something else with all that money? You don't touch the four traditional Sinedi aristocratic hobbies of eating, drinking, whoring and gambling, and you are obsessed with making arms and wizard towers. What's the big deal?

How can you be a noble like this? What are your intentions?

If they knew that the cat statue was actually the true non-military extra expenditure of the Pearl Tear Territory, and that the dragon statue built on the top of the Mage Tower was actually a pure gold magic puppet newly built by the Sani Iron Tower, they would probably faint.

Bringing Onyxia along with her out of nowhere might be the upper limit of Rusalka's 5 intelligence points, but it's far from the moral bottom line of the 21-point Sani Tower: You just want a golden statue, so I'll just build one for you.

Thus, this product was born on the top of the Mage Tower—a dragon-shaped magic puppet with extremely high magic resistance and regeneration ability, which Rusalka called the "T1000 Golden Magic Terminator Dragon".

It was originally supposed to be spherical, but you couldn't cut off the protective shell to carve a dragon shape. So another outer shell was added, which is why it needed to be built at a 2:1 scale.

Sani Tieta thought that since he was not the one to carve the statue, the people sent by the nobles next door were quite active, so he let them do whatever they wanted and gave them a chance to show their abilities.

He wasn't worried about these sculptors damaging his puppet. If it could be destroyed by ordinary people's carving knives and high-temperature forging hammers, then why was he still researching it?

Anyway, when the battle gets intense, who will care that the big golden ball that appeared on the battlefield was actually supposed to be a majestic dragon statue?

After all, I saw in your request that the statue can't fly and attack people, so wouldn't it be great to have this additional function? When the demons invade, everyone will suddenly realize that not only are you powerful, but even your statues can be sent out to fight. Wouldn't that make you, the Black Dragon Lord, even more powerful?

The statue was built, the name was engraved on it, and it was placed in the highest and most conspicuous position in the entire Silver City. Onyxia, whose vanity was satisfied, was very satisfied; Rusalka, who felt very proud that everyone responded to her orders, was also very satisfied; and Sanita, who had an extra trump card, was even more satisfied.

A world where no one gets hurt is achieved.

Rusalka felt that his good brother was really "calculating" and brought the finishing touch of the story to the eternal plane.

But Sanita was still dissatisfied with one thing, that was Rusalka did not allow him to let the "Phoenix Statue" at home move during the war.

Rusalka: (Hey, this is a statue of my wife. If it moves and turns into a ball, would that be acceptable?)

Sunita: (I don't even want to scold you. It would be more practical for you to avoid making Phoenix angry than to build a statue for her. Why not?)

Rusalka chuckled: (That won't work. If I try to please Phoenix in real life, I'll be the one who's unhappy. But the statue didn't cost me any money, and it doesn't require any effort on my part. I just need to talk, and the cat will be happy. Why not?)

This is the time when Sanita most hopes that the devil will win.

Rusalka hadn't been to the Black Mist Council for a long time and had almost forgotten about it. But during his long rest that night, his body was pulled into it again.

There were only four constellations left in the hall, namely Rusalka representing Gemini, the giant dragon representing Taurus, Sanshui Xinyu representing Libra, and Theresa representing Virgo.

Rusalka: (Bang bang bang, today Theresa is dressed as a little devil, with red devil horns on her head and bat wings on her back. She is naked and barefoot, relying only on the faint fire mist special effect to cover her key parts. As the saying goes: the fewer people there are, the hotter they are. Next time, if it's just the two of us, she might just not wear it at all.)

Sani Tower: (The most fantastic.)

Rusalka glanced around and asked, "Where's Capricorn?"

How could such a great craftsman of mine be gone? My obsidian shield was shattered by Poseidon's trident, and I was counting on him to make me a new one.

Sanita: (You'd rather get stabbed than have your equipment explode. Is it really necessary to carry a shield?)

Rusalka thought about it and felt that what her brother said made a lot of sense.

Theresa chuckled. "It's a pity he wouldn't repair the Mirror of Love for me. Then there's no use keeping him. He was the High Priest of the Hour Hand of the Cult of Time, but in order to forge that weapon, he sacrificed so many of his compatriots, directly leading to the decline of the Cult of Time. Everyone knows what happened next. Without the support of faith and the technology of the Cult, the United Kingdom was ultimately destroyed by the El Empire, and the dwarves disappeared from the world."

Rusalka felt extremely regretful: the demise of the dwarves directly led to the fact that all the dwarf jokes he had collected on Earth were no longer useful in this fantasy world.

Damn Capricorn!

But why was it Teresa who killed him? In this way, she gathered another kind of power of faith.

The atmosphere of the meeting grew oppressive as the two exchanged questions. This vast, fog-filled room had once held thirteen neatly seated. Now, not counting the deity on the throne, only two remained, one on each side. Even those born evil could not help but feel a sense of desolation, a sense of impending doom.

The God of Truth, once referred to as "K" by the Seven Sins, slowly spoke from within the mist, "Everyone, this will be the final council meeting."

In the past, Rusalka would have asked why. But now, through the communication between Sanita and Elune, he has also learned that the gods' interference in the world is limited by the power share. The Black Mist Council has brought in twelve top talents from each faith to act as traitors, with perfect intelligence exchange and item trading capabilities. He also gave 12 blessings to everyone present. He must have almost...

The share has been used up.

Sanitta also believed that the God of Truth was a novice who lacked confidence but wanted to take action. He did not dare to confront other gods and only dared to use the isolation of intelligence to manipulate behind the scenes. However, he did not consider that once there was a disagreement among the twelve people, it would immediately become a situation where the enemy of the enemy might not be a friend.

Especially with Theresa's presence, the entire parliament collapsed before its foundation was even laid.

Furthermore, the followers of the True God are all based on betrayal. But how can you expect the betrayers to have a sufficiently loyal faith in Him? These two things are inherently contradictory.

Therefore, His failure was inevitable. He must have realized that he had failed, which is why he chose to convene this final parliament today.

Rusalka was the saddest one after hearing this. He seemed to want to engrave the scene before him firmly in his heart: because there will be no more fashion shows of Theresa in the future.

Chapter 469: The Last Black Mist Council (Part 1)

This meeting was Rusalka's most arrogant episode. When he heard that it was the last one, he simply stopped acting and directly dispelled the black fog that covered his body and face.

I, Zhulei Rusalka, will attend the meeting with my real name!

Then I noticed that no one reacted to his sudden real-name system, and realized that everyone here seemed to have seen his handsome face.

Even Taurus, whom she had never met, should have seen the wanted poster that the goddess of wealth sent to each dragon, which immediately made Rusalka feel a little bored.

I've been training in the big gym in the Eternal Plane for so long, and have already become a level 17 master. But it's my last performance, and there's no audience to praise me. Wouldn't all my training be in vain?

Fortunately, in this meeting, the God of Truth also came up with some practical information: As the saying goes, when a god is about to lose, his words are kind. After a whole game of riddles, the God of Truth finally said a few clear statements, most of which were directed to Theresa.

"The End's goal is to use demons to destroy the world. Even though you are the messenger of the End, He will not show you mercy. Surrendering will be useless. Your only choice is to seize the faith and then escape."

The God of Truth paused, then continued, "There's only a little over a year and a week left until the demonic invasion. I sincerely hope that everyone here can survive to the end."

He said to survive to the end rather than to survive, which implies that sooner or later one will die.

Rusalka asked, "Do you think we have a chance of winning?"

Although he seemed arrogant when he asked in person, he actually saved his good brother a 5th-ring "divine communication" middleman from making a profit. The real God is also a God after all.

His words drew the attention of everyone present, including the gods. They immediately wanted to hear what Rusalka, holding the key, had in mind to combat the apocalypse, such as recasting the seal or delaying the situation.

In fact, Sani Tower had tried it a long time ago, but it was useless.

Originally, the devil should have come in the battle of Alice City, which was exactly as the shrewd god of war Krampus had expected. However, at that time, the Seven Sins Agents chose to sacrifice themselves directly and forcibly strengthen the seal in order to disgust the End and other gods.

Thanks to the god-level power, this sealing key, which is on the verge of its limit, can last for a few more years. Mortals really cannot replicate it at all.

Sanshui Xinyu might feel that life and death are irrelevant, and as a chaotic evil, she's simply interested in the struggles and regrets of others. But Taurus, the dragon, certainly doesn't want to die, and is quite excited about Rusalka, the "Messenger of the End."

Look, our true God has said this. Your master is finally going to get rid of you. Shouldn’t you turn back like a prodigal son?

Although everyone thinks he is the Messenger of the Apocalypse, Theresa knows very clearly that she is the real Messenger of the Apocalypse, and Rusalka may be a colleague, but she is doing some actions that seem futile and childish to her, and she is not sure for a moment.