Steel needles pierced the water curtain, exhausting their kinetic energy under the viscous resistance, and the poison above them swooshed away, turning the water element into a flowery green. Shattered star does not care, swinging his arm to raise the wave.
The diffractive body assassin enchanted with [water walking] throws poison needles, just to distract the princess. With his feet in the air, he leaped a man high to avoid the waves and flew closer, confident that he could complete the faith purification before the rangers arrived in their canoes to support him, leaving the blasphemer's soul to be eternally punished in the divine kingdom of Nieron.
He flashed his steel crossbow, which was far more powerful than a poisoned needle. The princess drew up short and disappeared into the waves. The assassin jumped to a tree, short sword in his right hand and dagger in his left, watching the water carefully, Druhiria might emerge from anywhere.
An area bubbled up, and the assassin prepared to slash away at the beautiful head as it parted the water along with the hair, but was not expecting a huge mouth with a sharp triangle of teeth and a sharp muzzle to come up. He twisted his body to slide past the 2-sa-meter-long aquatic beast and let the big mouth click empty.
Drusillia another place to emerge, commanding the broken star rolled up drifting through the various miscellaneous objects to throw. If only she had kept that hair to summon the lightning spell, she frowned straight, no longer had the killing spell. That's when a round, reddish-brown floating mass entered through, and her eyes lit up.
The freshwater fierce storm shark that appeared in response to the [Level 3 Nature Ally Summoning Spell] swam around the assassin and attacked again after taking two crossbow shots. The blue-black triangular dorsal fin sank underwater and emerged from under the assassin's feet a few seconds later.
The diffractive elf and the tyrant shark exchanged blows in the air, and soon the assassin landed lightly while the tyrant shark crashed into the water with its scattered entrails.
The assassin, who did not say a word, finally smiled and chopped the miscellaneous objects thrown over while quickly approaching, believing that the princess was already helpless. A large clump of fallen leaves flew over, as usual, a sword slash, but did not expect the "fallen leaves" scattered into tiny pieces all over the body.
A piece of debris fell on the eye, he saw six thin legs with cilia, three reddish-brown body, and dark sharp chelipeds. The next moment, the offended insect spewed a vicious mouthful of ant acid over the fragile eye!
The heartbreaking scream made the elves in the distant camp shudder, and the assassin struggled desperately, but could not shake off the ten thousand ants devouring his body.
Drusillia inclined her head not to look at the tragic situation, but forced her tone to remain cruel: "Rainforest marching ants, these tiny insects can make the split-toothed panther flee, they crawl through the creatures in addition to white bones not a trace of flesh left. But in the flood, they surround the queen and larvae in the center in a group, and the ants on the periphery will protect their kin even if they are drowned. Go to the divine kingdom of the Lord of Rituals to learn this spirit of solidarity well!"
The healing spell could revive the torn flesh, but could not weed out the marching ants that had burrowed into the bones. The assassin rushed towards Drusilla with his last strength, intending to die together.
Drusilla had a soldier ant in her palm, his large head and giant pincers half the size of her body. She whispered a few words to the soldier ant, and then threw it and the [Giant Insect Technique] at the same time. The soldier ant that grew in the wind cut the assassin's chest with a click, and half of the body fell on the water, sinking and floating ...
The princess's slender body was covered in mud and dirt, her hair stuck to her neck, and the wound on her shoulder was still oozing blood, but the priests and guards of the shrine still nearly collapsed with fear. Shattered star reveals itself, 5 Sami high a cloud of waves holding its partner. Drusillia towered over it, her gaze cold.
"We really don't know! Swear to Nieron, the assassin hiding in the ranks was not arranged by us. It was ... the High Priest, yes, the High Priest's intention, we know nothing else."
The priests shivered like chaff under the ranger's murderous threat. The ranger captain came closer and said, "It should be the truth, check their weaponry no signs of collective mutiny, and look at his cowardly appearance, the backbone of the temple can be all fanatics."
Druhilya sniffed astonished, here hands green capital estimated not to be silent, the high priest but only sent some outcasts, that elite forces must be concentrated in the green capital. She let the broken star pull up again, looking towards the south, a black smoke in the distance like the shadow of death ...
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Once the center of the green capital, the pride of the royal family of Garland Nord, the royal palace concentrating the essence of the last thousand years of Tyrian art burns, all that was once turned into flying ashes, in the concerto of killing and wailing, rising to the sky.
Lysatos watched and listened, his eyes pulsing with tangled flames of light. Hundreds of days of hard work, stirring up conflicts and disputes while carefully suppressing the situation, only to wake up in a sleep to ashes. And at this time, the brand he left on the elven king loyal feedback on the condition of the host, increasingly weak life force with time dripping.
Just a small spell, Lysatos can bring the Elf King back from the dead. But in terms of the game's plan, the pantheon broke early, only to make certain steps skip and certain steps come early, while he is dead or alive no matter what the big picture. The civil war will come sooner than expected, and Drusillia will become the hero and new leader of Tyria, sowing new shoots of Druidism from the ruins and corpses. Considered from this perspective, the Elven King's will instead become an obstacle to Tia's breakthrough, he represents the interests of some of the old guard nobility, and his death could inspire the princess to take revenge.
The rational part is rambling again, his death has nothing to do with you, you never actively want him to die. According to the plan the rights of father and daughter would be peacefully transitioned, it was Nieron who set the table, and at that time you were in a seriously wounded coma, and the reason was also Nieron. There was no murder, no frame-up, just watching and waiting quietly for the soul to break free from the body.
The sensual part did not make excuses, but simply gazed at him with a pair of eyes. They were the eyes of Drusilla, they were the eyes of Bahamut, they were the eyes of his morality and conscience for centuries, and they were looking, questioning eyes that revealed the word: murder.
Lysatos sighed as he held out his claws, ready to thwart the teleportation spell.
"Ahhhhhhh, what a firework, I wonder if Mochulia burns more brilliantly than this in the ebony magical flames of Grazit."
The claw froze in mid-air, the chill coalescing in the tone: "What do you mean?"
Iraduni said with a crooked head: "What I mean is not important, the key is what you mean. Think of your silver dragon friend, the one whose wings were plucked, and don't say your compassion hasn't been consumed in Athas, or the brain gray matter I ate 100 years ago will vomit out of my tentacle suckers."
"Planning to make a racket, Crazy Arrogance?"
The confrontation lasted just 10 seconds before it was over, and Lysatos lowered his claws just as the Elven King exhaled his last breath, only to cast a lingering shadow over the Golden Dragon's heart.
The sight reverted back to the green capital, everywhere people were running and calling, the rangers were fighting on their own and couldn't find anyone to give orders to, the nobles closed their homes but couldn't stop the torches being thrown. As for the perpetrators, judging from the dress are temple followers, but their bloodshot eyes and slurred speech look suspicious.
"Is this god a psychopath, and what good is this senseless destruction? Not a coup, not a mutiny, even if the terrorist attack at least to express political demands. Let the believers gather to pour hallucinogenic drugs, and then put thousands of mad dogs out to bite, nothing but death, I am increasingly confused."
"The death of believers is an end in itself." Lysatos replied.
"Speak clearly."
"Do you remember the past of Rose, the Spider God Queen, who stripped the Magic Web Deep Pit from the Abyss?"
Rose, the Queen of Spider Gods, and the Abyss of the Magic Web, these two names evoked some memories in Eradurne. At that time, the abyss was still fine, except for some demons occasionally came to the material plane to steal a few human beings and then be cut by the paladins to piss their asses, but not much else.
At that time, Ila Douni did not have the alias of crazy arrogance, he was clear-headed and calm, in the underworld of Ferrum - the dark region, as a certain city consul with more than 300 spirit suckers. The famous War of the Spider Queen happened, there are rumors that Rose suddenly fell, faith in her many Drow elves, that is, the dark elves occurred serious turmoil civil unrest, many families for power and profit outbreak of fierce fighting, interpretation of the most wonderful intrigue, betrayal, assassination, even skilled in the poisonous scheme of the creatures of the lower world will not do more evil than this.
It was later learned that it was a successful plot by the cruel and cunning Rose. She took advantage of the explosive growth of faith provided by the Drow killing each other to break through the medium divine power in one fell swoop and become one of the few powerful divine powers in the universe. At the same time, she also tore the realm where the Dark Elf divine lineage was located - the Magic Web Pit, a realm made of endless spider silk and featuring the largest and most complete variety of spiders in the universe - from the abyss into a separate divine kingdom.
"It is true that the prayers of believers before death are more devout and provide more power of faith, but the Queen of Spiders has the priesthood of [chaos] [assassination] [evil] in order to gain more divine power from the act of killing the chicken. The Lord of Rituals is not."
Lysatos affirmed, "But He also does the same thing, devouring the souls of believers."
"What?" Eradurni froze, "You mean the Lord of the Rituals deliberately killed these elves in order to gain divine power, and then eat them? The Queen of Spiders did it because there were so many believers that a few deaths wouldn't hurt, but that's how many elves, and the Lord of Rituals would have fallen because of it. Are you sure we're not talking about some brain-twitching Tanali lord?"
"That's just it." Lysatos was in no mood to say more. "There's nothing more to see, go back and prepare for the attack on the Kingdom of God."