Capítulo 1386: Chapter 1176: Stall for Ti and You Die!
Monica was also confused, then she shook her head quickly, “It’s none of our business.”
“Interesting…” Manks laughed, “Hasn’t Anmur always tried to extend its reach into Chult?”
“This is the territory of the Anmur Navy, it’s unrelated to our family,” Monica said with a blank expression.
“Oh… surely it can’t be Heim’s subordinates, can it?” Manks pondered, “But… how did your Royal Family, which can’t even control its own army, survive to this day?”
“Anmur was never a kingdom in the first place,” Monica retorted confidently, “The Speaker’s position has changed more than once… it’s not always from our Salem Family.”
“So, is it because you brought Cyric’s forces into Anmur to deal with the Heim believers who are too influential in the army?” Manks said with a leisurely tone, “It was quite a successful move.
What a beautiful ending? Even devils couldn’t have thought of it.”
Monica imdiately beca alert, “Anmur has always respected the Guardian God, how could it do such underhanded things in secret?
These are grievances between deities, how can mortals comprehend!”
She would never accept this accusation… who knows if the already insane Heim would kill them all first… at this point, even if he violated his divinity and wiped out all the Anmur Nobility… no one would intervene to stop them!
Isn’t Cyric terrifying because he’s mad enough?
But at least Cyric fears death!
Right now, no one dares to provoke Heim.
As long as this woman doesn’t dare deny that the Shadow Thief was brought in by the Anmur people themselves, that’s enough.
Hehe~
What a fool, actually trying to reason with deities?
Even getting involved is a sin!
Heim simply doesn’t have ti to think about so much… but she can remind him that now, even if this group hasn’t brought along their family’s remnants, the chance to teleport part of them into Mark City during the mont the Wall of the World collapses is aningless.
Those staying on Toril are bound for annihilation.
Heim, and so many Chosen are still alive!
To help their deities regain faith, these people will certainly go mad against Cyric and his Shadow Thief.
As long as Heim believes that the Salem Family in Anmur is the main reason the Shadow Thief interfered in this Path of Destiny, then hiding in Mark City won’t help.
To survive in Mark City, one requires not only strength but also intelligence, the Blade won’t protect them from being deceived.
With the Salem Family’s style of doing things, who would think they are The Wise Ones?
Manks laughed indifferently twice, “At this mont… how did you get smart? Indeed… it’s obvious whether you’re afraid or not, isn’t it?
The Blade, in your hearts, must be the most powerful in the Multiverse, right?”
Monica’s beautiful face couldn’t help twitching, “Honorable Duke of Demons, please forgive us for the mistakes we made due to ignorance.”
Willing to admit one’s stupidity is truly the most sincere apology a Mage can offer.
For devils, the feeling of regret… is also quite a delicious food.
Unfortunately, the regret Manks detected wasn’t pure enough to even serve as a small snack.
She smiled enigmatically, did not accept the apology, but shifted the topic, “Could it be that the great God of Prophecy had seized control of destiny’s throat?”
Safras on the White Sailed Ship must be aware of what’s happening outside, yet there’s no reaction… though the Harua Mages’ prayers seem to have grown louder.
Manks frowned slightly, a bit puzzled about the situation.
Toril is particularly troubleso for her, for beyond the sches she orchestrates, everything else can only be guessed.
But, perhaps due to the chaos caused by the Undead Tribe, many things are beyond her deduction.
Indeed, devils do understand human nature well… but the Undead Tribe truly aren’t human.
While not all are the unguessable natural types like Lansendel and Celene, are gods of chaos not chaotic if diluted?
After all, devils are orderly.
Manks knows that the Undead Tribe too has order… but that order itself is not from the realm Hell is accustod to.
Understanding it requires ample ti and effort.
At least for now, Manks has no interest.
She cast a faint glance at the White Sailed Ship, continuing to watch with interest as the Undead Tribe began their move on Lake Luo… how fascinating, they chose to freeze the lake before moving the ice to the burning forest, instead of using a spell to vaporize or transfer it directly.
Rather anxious yet when acting, still considering if they could save the burning forest.
Frozen solid ice blocks indeed fit the lava-overrun forest better than water.
But no Undead Tribe remains in the forest specifically to fight the fire… willing to help in passing, but not truly devoting their ti.
Manks squinted with amusent… every ti she sees mortals’ inexplicable decisions, she finds herself analyzing the reasons behind their actions.
Honestly, there’s no other way.
However, the Undead Tribe, based on her limited understanding, might just be acting on a whim here.
It’s better not to take it too seriously.
Although the thod used by the Undead Tribe isn’t the most direct one… this so-called Great Lake on the Chult Peninsula is about the sa size as Agleya’s Star Lake, and can’t withstand the simultaneous actions of several million mages on its shores.
“Isn’t this Chult’s only freshwater lake?” ‘Chattering’ examined the ice water in his hand and turned to ask ‘Rain Falling on Mortal Dust’, “With water this toxic, how do the animals drink it? I rember there used to be human tribes in the rainforest, right?”
“The locals probably have higher resistance to toxins,” ‘Rain Falling on Mortal Dust’ said nonchalantly, “Isn’t it the sa in our South of Colorful Clouds?
The mushroom feasts of minority tribes, even if they’re not deadly… people not used to living there would still fall ill after eating them.
Just having a stomach ache ans you’re in good health.”
‘Chattering’ nodded understandingly, “That’s right, people with poor health wouldn’t survive in a place like Chult.”
“The fish in this water are probably quite toxic too… I need to let Old Dog know that it’s okay for us to eat, but don’t take any back to sell in Agleya.” ‘Chattering’ looked at the large groups of people freezing the ice and fishing nearby, smiling, “Getting famous for sothing like this wouldn’t be worth it.”
“It probably contains corpse poison,” ‘Rain Falling on Mortal Dust’ stared at the dinsional space at the lake’s increasingly exposed bottom, “An Undead Lich? Could it be Bane again?”
It seems like this dinsional space is very closely linked to Toril, so the shock caused by the Magicplague only opened an unclosable gate in the space.
The mages inside didn’t have much choice, as it was underwater… Chult’s lake water is so green you can’t see a ter deep… no one could discover them, so they simply added a Magic Gate.
Yet, the Undead Tribe completely cleared everything from the lake in almost ten minutes, even freezing the soggy mud at the bottom to make it suitable for them to directly charge through.
The Bone Tower, which had remained silent all along, had to finally respond.
But just as a trace of black light erged from the top of the tower, it was t with a terrifying explosion.
‘Snow Cloud Peak’, who issued the ‘Detonate’ command, looked at the blasted open gate and the rapidly expanding black light, and swiftly ordered, “Priest, rain! Mage, wind!”
A magnificent Holy Rain appeared around the blasted open gate, being blown into the gate continuously by the Wind Cone Technique.
“Damn it!” a roar ca from inside the Bone Tower, and soon a layer of pale eerie cold light appeared on the tower body.
Although the black light on the tower top was initially suppressed by the rainwater that rushed in, it quickly expanded, even beginning to form a black Light Ord, and its shape becoming larger and larger.
“Elder!” ‘Snow Cloud Peak’ quickly commanded.
The brilliance of the Jade Holy Scripture shone… the Light of Dawn surged in, not only striking the black Light Ord away but even causing the entire Bone Tower to tremble.
Even the pale light disappeared instantly.
“Lansendel’s Chosen?” the Lich inside the Bone Tower said in a puzzled voice, “I… haven’t reached the point where Dawn Believers would co after , have I?
There’s no one here in Chult who worships the Lord of Dawn.
What’s going on?
Is Lansendel… interested in the Weave?”
‘Snow Cloud Peak’ suddenly jumped up and clapped his hands, beaming, “I said it, my judgnt can never be wrong!”
Then he raised the small loudspeaker in his hand, “Listen up, Lich inside! This is the believer of the new Goddess of Magic, if you don’t want to accompany Old Black Eye to death, just co out and surrender honestly!
And rember, keep your mouth shut first.”
“Hmm?” the Bone Lich said incredulously, “Do Mages’ Associations still believe in Midnight that madwoman? Does she intend to let Evil Mages not use the Weave?
What mage can guarantee they’ll always remain neutral?”
“He dare not ntion being good.” ‘Snow Cloud Peak’ couldn’t help but retort, then raised the gaphone again to continue shouting, “First of all, our mages are neutral, in a ssed-up place like Toril that’s already considered good!
Secondly, Midnight’s reincarnation is one of us, who cares about your petty issues!
Hurry out!
If you don’t co out, we’ll unleash our big move!”
“This… give so ti, okay? I need to carefully…”
“Careful my ass!”
A rose-colored Crystal Ball spun, rushing into the ground gate and crashing into the Bone Tower, erupting with dazzling golden light.
Amidst the miserable screams inside the Dinsional Gate, ‘Old Age Striking King’ clapped his hands disdainfully in the frightened gazes around, “Wasting my f**king ti!
Does Old Lady look like she has nothing better to do?”
‘Snow Cloud Peak’ opened his mouth helplessly and finally could only press his forehead in exasperation, “Forget it, that can be considered a refusal… let’s assu he declined politely.
Then… launch the attack directly!
Priest, shield the Knight with the Holy Light Shield!
Knight, prepare for an all-out charge in one minute!”
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