The morning light was cast on the battlefield of the Greenwood, and the last ultimatum of surrender was rejected in silence, but it was just what Drusilla wanted.
The self-crowned queen waited in the darkness of the night with more than just hateful eyes staring at the temple grounds, the dramatic turn of events in her life prompted her to become more mature and thoughtful. The queen methodically issued orders to save the wounded, appoint officials, make announcements to the forest and mobilize all the rangers. She deterred speculators with her decisive style, and more and more former royal officials and nobles bowed their heads to her. Before the general attack, 70% of the upper echelon of the Green Capital was already under control.
"... thank you, Hora, leaving 100 adult unicorns to provide medical treatment will be enough, please take the other unicorns back first, I assure you that the covenant between Tyria and unicorns will never create strife, and the two clans will instead grow closer."
The white mane king nodded, although the unicorns with an overabundance of sense of justice were overwhelmed with anger at the tragic assassination of the elven king who had taken them in, but as the chief Hora understood that it would be unwise for the affiliated tribes to get involved in the internal affairs of the elves, and he quickly led his people away.
Drusilla sighed wearily, really sitting in this position to feel the difficulties of the father, every decision involves the interests of many people and even life, every step must be trembling. She couldn't help but grip the Yagi staff tightly and pray for nature to give her support.
"Your Majesty."
The queen turned back, shaking off all her fatigue. She remembered what her father had said during his lifetime:A king is not allowed to complain, cry, and rage in front of his subordinates, he does not have that right, it would bring more floods of negative emotions to his subjects. She is trying to learn.
Rameshirai bowed, he had a little faint sadness, as much as he wanted Drusilla to wear the crown, but never in such a cruel way. And, I'm afraid, there will be no opportunity to affectionately call out Leah ...
"Your Majesty, the magic armament has been distributed, want to attack?"
The queen nodded in approval and said, "Rameshira, the situation has come to this point, it is no longer my hatred alone, whether for the sake of my father or the future of Tia, so that our faith and the regime remain in tune, we must cut off the Lord of Rituals. The two-day riot cost Midori three thousand lives, not including the priests and guards of the temple who were about to die. Don't be stingy with consuming props, Tia is already heavily anemic, and we can't afford to lose any of the elves."
"I understand, preserving the existing strength is the first priority."
"But it can't be too much of a drag, I need a sensational battle to shock the unexpected tribes of Green Capital. Take this." Drusillia pulled out a short bow from the secondary pouch that had haunted the Ranger's soul, and the topaz inlaid on it shone brightly.
Rameshirai looked at the Etched Bone Ambition Acid Blast +4 Short Bow nervously, not knowing whether to take it or not.
"Do not think too beautiful, this is the royal property, lend you only." The queen gave a laugh.
The ranger then took it at ease, stroking it drunkenly with his fingers, feeling the tension of the bowstring.
"But if you can capture Opharsis - alive - this bow is your medal." Drusillia blushed. The riot so far the high priest had not shown up, and the captive confessed that he had not appeared publicly for some days, which worried the queen.
Half an hour later, the battle unfolded without a shout, and a whole row of elves holding the Bugber amulet summoned giant insects, whose role was to absorb the first fire. The insects, nailed like hedgehogs with arrows, disappeared, but the fierce resistance from the temple side alarmed the queen, as a disproportionate blast of spell props cleared a patch, which was immediately filled by the brave priests. From time to time, the wounded were dragged to the rear to receive treatment from the unicorns and herbalists.
Such a battle was not what Drusilla wanted. She stopped summoning lightning with both hands and tightened her grip on her staff. The same plea for help as last time, but this time the object was the more gracious and understanding Shattered Star Lake. With a pleasant whispered prayer, the sapphire at the top of the staff emitted a spray of water, making the tiny green leaves at the head of the staff pale and lush.
The arrows gradually thinned out, the elves were stunned to feel the earth tremble, and at the sight of the 8-sa-meter-high wave rising from the treetops, thought the flood had come again. Shattered star like a big fat man eating, dragging his huge body from the lake tumbling forward, cautiously moved a little, trying not to destroy the forest trees. Finally he stood in front of the high wall of the temple, let the arrows poison fire oil are in the body of a ripple.
What words to describe it, the first official appearance of the water element caused a piece of awe, any human-like creature looking up at the near and seemingly to pour themselves into the waves, will feel suffocated.
With a wave of Druhiria's staff, the still wave collapsed, its body turning into a pervasive torrent that washed over every dark passage, holding the elves with the Nieron divine emblem firmly in place. The elves struggled desperately against the living current, squeezing the dwindling air from their lungs.
Know the pain of suffocation? Druhiria, teeth clenched, ordered a general attack.
One by one, the souls struggled out of their mangled or puffy bodies, drawn by the divine emblem, and floated to the distant kingdom of God.
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Lysatos noticed more intense fluctuations in the Kingdom of God, and he knew the time had come.
For an unusual person, an extra head is not a trivial problem. Although it is two minds under the same will, it is more difficult to coordinate the nascent limbs and ensure clear thinking than to draw circles with one hand and tick with the other.
This is not a problem at all for mages, especially gargoyle mages. Multi-tasking is a basic skill of high level mages in combat, not to mention that Lysatos is used to casting spells in 720 degree turn flight evasive maneuvers.
The two dragon heads were facing each other on all sides, and this perspective of seeing himself was special. Then he adjusted to the state, thinking clearly divided.
Illaduni said, "Let me guess, in addition to the double devouring bite, the spit, and the ability to use different spells on both heads at the same time. Tsk, the limitations of spells, ah, psychic energy [mind splitting] can also be done, there is absolutely no need for such a huge commitment and lengthy rituals."
The golden dragon head of Lysatos began to recycle the two secondary artifacts, while the amethyst dragon head twisted over and replied, "Don't think I'm a spiritual amateur, the secondary personality formed by [Mind Splitting] is 6 levels lower than the master personality, and can only use some low-level spiritual energy to play a supporting role. The dragon head formed by [Scales of Sonata] is not limited in number, and the spellcasting level is only 2 lower than the original."
"Due to religious factors, this ritual is a forbidden art for good dragons, right?"
"How do you know it wasn't developed by me?"
"That's not your area of expertise, Lysatos."
The golden dragon grunted, not wanting to talk deeply about the topic. The demiplane slowly moved toward the God's Kingdom under the dual impetus of magic and spiritual energy, the previous assimilation allowing the demiplane to put on a layer of camouflage that could confuse part of the defense laws. Like small bubbles that blend into a large pool of water, the edges intermingle fluidly as Lesatos advances without haste.
The deeper you go, the more the individuality of the two realms comes to the fore, the defense of the Kingdom of God is not a fool after all, it is like finding a white-skinned elf wife gave birth to a dark-skinned droid, making a furious comeback.
But a dozen seconds, the miniature plane has been half disintegrated, the construction of a variety of particles of matter scattered and dragged out a gorgeous long tail. Within sight are elemental bursts and spatial disintegration of the brilliance, Lysatos rely on the spiritual power of detection can be avoided to avoid, but simply accelerate to crash through.
Inside, all kinds of rudimentary laws are gone, the air is drained, the temperature is high and low, gravity is completely dissipated, golden dragons and spirit-sucking monsters floating along with the broken land. The miniature demiplane protection was incomparably weak, like a broken ship whose mast deck was all on fire but gallantly rushing towards the enemy flagship.
"Go!" Lysatos growled in the psychic channel.
The Iraduni hypermorph changed into a chain of fine gold and hung on the golden dragon scales. The latter took wing and flew up, relying on its spell protection and tough body to push hard against the turbulence to rush out of the miniature dimension and enter Nieron's divine kingdom.
The brilliant colors were swept away, and what came into view was the blue sky and the vast grassland. The super-state change did not affect the use of psychic energy, and Eradurne gave Lysatos a concealed form and evasive detection. Lysatos did not stay, but enabled acceleration to leave this location more quickly.
"Boom!" The remnants of the miniature realm fell to the ground, triggering a small elemental explosion.