He let out a gentle sigh, raised his hand, and lightly tapped the Magic Array beneath him.
Under the astonished gaze of Charles, the shimring defense magic suddenly quivered and then shattered with a crash...
At the sa ti, outside Dorolia Castle, the indestructible [Dorolia Barrier] also flickered slightly and vanished into smoke.
Charles widened his eyes, full of disbelief.
The next mont, he heard a deep sigh coming from the elderly Legendary Mage:
"What I’ve been protecting... has never been the royal family."
Charles was slightly stunned.
He wanted to say sothing but found that he had lost the ability to speak in an instant.
Moreover, he had completely lost his ability to move.
This... Legendary Magic?
When did it happen?!
Feeling the unfamiliar Magic Power suddenly appearing within him, Charles felt horrified.
He suddenly realized that even if he beca temporarily legendary, he was absolutely no match for Daniel.
However, Daniel did not attack him.
The old mage stood up from his spot, gently dusted off his attire.
He picked up a bag of fine wine, took a slight sip, and then slowly left the control room.
And as he passed by Charles, he suddenly paused, leaving behind so aged words:
"The wheels of civilization and history roll forward, unstoppable, this is the fate of the era..."
"Even the Divine must compromise..."
"Mr. Charles, please treat the people who support you with kindness..."
After speaking, his silhouette gradually disappeared into the castle.
And Charles regained control over his body.
He gasped heavily for a few monts, feeling a lingering fear, along with so inexplicable emotions.
Glancing at the giant Magic Array that Daniel personally destroyed in the control room, Charles had a complex expression.
"Brother Charles! Brother Charles! We’ve co to provide support!"
Behind him, a few other Gold pinnacle prisoners rushed over.
However, when they saw Charles standing dazed in front of the control room, and the destroyed Magic Array within, they were slightly stunned.
"Is... is it over?"
"Brother Charles, did you... did you defeat the Legendary Mage so quickly?"
The prisoners showed expressions of disbelief.
Charles glanced at the control room with complexity and shook his head:
"No, it wasn’t , he just left on his own."
Then, he looked at them and asked in confusion:
"Why did you take so long to get here?"
The prisoners looked helpless:
"Don’t ntion it, we were just on the way, and suddenly a group of shouting rebels fell from the sky..."
"They said they were climbing a ladder, and suddenly caught fire, then appeared here..."
"However, I see them unscathed, it seems like they encountered an Illusion Technique..."
Illusion Technique?
Charles was slightly startled.
...
The battle for Dorolia Castle didn’t last long.
With the sudden failure of defense magic, facing a pincer attack from inside and outside the castle, the defending troops didn’t hold out for long before announcing their surrender.
This fight, progressed faster than expected, even exceeding the players’ expectations.
The castle gates were fully open, and the swarming rebels flooded into the castle, climbing the towers, cheering jubilantly.
In the dark, countless torches lit up the sky, the Imperial Gold Black Hawk Flag was burned, replaced by the uprising banner with a red background and the Life Scepter symbol.
The Dorolia Castle, symbolizing the empire’s authority, thus fell.
anwhile, far in the inner city, Theresa II was awakened from her sleep.
It was none other than the Regent Minister and Wenster Archbishop.
He was solemnly respectful and said urgently:
"Your Majesty, I apologize for disturbing your rest at this ti, but the situation is quite urgent, please dress quickly and hide..."
Theresa II was slightly stunned.
Listening to the faint sounds of gunfire outside the palace, she gently furrowed her brows:
"Mr. Wenster, what are those sounds outside? What has happened?"
Bishop Wenstar paused for a mont and said:
"Dorolia Castle has been overtaken by the rebelling Guards and citizens, now they are using Dorolia as a stronghold to attack the city gates in the inner city..."
Theresa widened her eyes, couldn’t help but hold Bishop Wenstar’s hands, nervously asking:
"Mr. Wenster, is... is this a rebellion?!"
Bishop Wenstar remained silent.
In the depths of his eyes, a trace of complexity, a trace of guilt flashed.
After a mont, he gently sighed:
"No... my Majesty."
"This is a revolution..."
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