Philen was in a bad mood. Keep in mind

As the second prince of the empire, even the dullest man could reach his ambition for the only seat in the palace hall, and in fact, he never hid his pursuit of the throne. In his opinion, the one who would die at any time, in addition to torturing the people around him with torture, even the waste that would scream at the sight of a bug, that one did not deserve to sit in that seat at all, and that chair should have been his. This idea was supported by a considerable number of ministers, and it allowed him to compete with Will almost openly on all fronts, and to prevail on almost everything.

Except for one aspect, the support of the emperor.

Although his father always showed a fair attitude towards the rivalry between the two sides in front of everyone, and it was this attitude that caused many ministers to mistakenly believe that the emperor had acquiesced in the actions of the second prince and threw himself into his arms, and he could clearly feel that the emperor never liked him. Yes, never, his intuition told him that the forces that were attached to him, the civil and military ministers who surrounded him, were nothing more than castles in the air, and at the slightest word of the emperor they would immediately flee from them like a plague, and those who refused to leave would be beheaded like the losers of all political struggles. Philon even suspected that all he had now was nothing more than the Emperor's deliberate attempt to gather those who opposed the waste's accession to the throne and wait for the right moment to eliminate them.

This feeling became even stronger after the Emperor instructed Will to propose to Duke Ronor's young lady, as the patriarch of a family with a history almost as old as the Empire, Rono had always been considered to hold the second most powerful power in the Empire after the Emperor, and the marriage with such a figure would undoubtedly make Will's position more and more secure, and this was a clear signal. Phil believes that as soon as this news is announced, the number of people around him will immediately be reduced by more than half.

But compared to the current situation, Philon had no time to think about the days ahead—a few minutes earlier, news from his inside inside the palace had confirmed that there was a clue to Will's assassination, and unfortunately, the clue was none other than him. It is said that the waste, who takes pleasure in torturing others, is making people consult the scriptures in search of the most cruel punishment and prepare it to be used on him. Keep in mind

No one knows the cruelty of the struggle for the throne better than Philun, St. Endos's founding for nearly 10,000 years, and today, there are no more than 100 members of the orthodox royal family, and less than half of them, this situation is not because the royal family members themselves have how low their ability to breed offspring is, in the purges that are staged in almost every generation, countless royal families are guillotined by their own family members. Philon had no doubt that once the assassination of the crown prince was confirmed, his fate would be as miserable as those of his relatives—the psychopathic creature would be glad to use some bizarre torture on himself.

A tall figure quietly appeared in front of him, and the prince, who was immersed in restlessness, suddenly became nervous, as a member of the royal family, although he could not practice magic, his knowledge of magic was far above that of ordinary people.

"Who are you?" Philon stared at the mage in front of him, dressed in black robes and hiding his face in the shadows, "What do you want to do?" He noticed that the mage had a delicate, tower-shaped badge pinned to his chest, which was the mark of the ** Master Tower.

Rhaegar didn't answer the question, he raised his hand and threw a few staff onto the table.

"This is just a warning," he said to Philon, "According to the laws of the Empire, you can only hire one mage, and this is also the will of the ** Master, and anyone who violates this will will have to pay the price." ”

Philon recognized at a glance the origin of those staffs, which were the weapons of the leaders of the mage regiment that he had painstakingly built.

"Your mage group no longer exists," those seventh-order mages may be invincible to ordinary people, but they are vulnerable to a ** division, especially a ** division like Rhaegar who is intent on sneak attacks, "But don't worry," he said calmly: "You won't be hurt in the slightest, that's not within my purview, according to the agreement between the ** division tower and the empire, there will be people's actions to deal with it." ”

A puff of black smoke rose from Rhaeggar's feet, and when the smoke cleared, he had disappeared from the room.

Philon sprang up from his chair, and the great panic made the prince who had always been a man of great courage panic, "Come on!" he howled like a wounded beast.

It was a secret room built underground, and despite the ventilation facilities, it was still quite stuffy compared to the outside, but even in this environment, Philon still couldn't get rid of the chill that enveloped his body.

"Are you sure this ritual will be a success?" he asked the mage beside him.

"To be honest," said the young mage—a first-order apprentice mage, to be exact—a little nervously, "I don't know, I just stumbled upon the name of this demon in the teacher's notes, and I have never summoned such a powerful being. ”

"Then tonight is your first time. Apparently unwilling to hear such news, Philon interrupted impatiently, and then said in an almost threatening tone, "I only have this one chance, and so do you. ”

The young mage subconsciously shuddered, "I will do my best," and facing the red-eyed, vicious Prince, he said hurriedly, "I will do my best to complete this ritual." ”

Rhaeggar's appearance almost scared Philon. He didn't doubt the identity of the other party at all, the badge of the ** division tower could not be imitated, and each mage from the ** division tower could only wear their own badge. The intervention of the ** Shi Tower, who has always supported orthodoxy and only accepted the entrustment of His Majesty the Emperor, is an incomparably clear signal: his father, His Majesty the Emperor has decided to take action against him, and as a first step, those mage groups that are the most threatening to the royal family are undoubtedly regarded as the first target to be eliminated.

As the Prince, Philon has a guard of two hundred men in his hands, all of whom are warriors who are infinitely loyal to him, in addition, he can also mobilize a brigade of the Royal Knights and part of the forces of the Imperial Ministry of Security, a total of about three thousand, and the Emperor's Imperial Forest Army alone has at least ten thousand people, and the mages of the Empire will stand by the Emperor without hesitation.

Philon was almost completely desperate, and the only thing he could do was stay in his mansion and wait for the Emperor to send someone to capture him and hand him over to the waste.

At this moment, the only survivor of the mage group, a first-order mage, appeared in front of him, perhaps because his magic power was too low, he hid under a corpse at the beginning of the battle and was not discovered by his opponent, and this escaped mage gave him a new hope: to summon demons.

This trainee mage did not attract Fei Lun's attention when he took refuge half a year ago, although the mage is a talent that all nobles can't want, but a mage with only one order, the only role may be to change some tricks as entertainment when there are guests, if it were not for the possibility of the other party's future development, Fei Lun would never allow him to join his mage group, and now, this little person who has never been in his eyes has become all his hope.

The young mage took a deep breath to calm his nerves, then walked over to the circle where he had drawn the symbols in advance, and nodded to the executioners standing around the circle.

The instructed executioner slashed the heads of the bound men in front of them, and the blood spurted out like arrows, splashing down on the dense array of magical symbols, and the blood of the most vicious men in the prince's palace immediately gave off a faint glow.

The mage chanted aloud incantations that no one understood, and the blood all over the ground slowly flowed into the magic circle with his incantations, filling each symbol as if they were spiritual, and then flowing towards the center of the circle, where they finally converged.

The sound of the incantation became more and more rapid and intense, and the sweat continued to slide down the young mage's head, some even flowing into his eyes, but he didn't care about it at all, just stared at the magic circle that was getting brighter and brighter, as if it could add a little power to his ritual.

"I need more sacrifices!" the mage shouted, "Right now!"

Fei Lun, who was standing behind him, did not hesitate for the moment, and with one of his gestures, the executioners who had just beheaded the prisoners immediately became new victims under the guards.

Blood flowed almost all over the chamber, and the pungent gore made the battle-hardened guards frown, but Philon ignored it, his eyes widened and he stared at the mage in front of him without blinking, like a drowning man seeing a floating log.

More and more blood and the life energy contained in it poured into the magic circle, and the fluctuations of this delicious energy were clearly transmitted to another dimension under the effect of magic, and at the end of the ceremony, the mage finally pronounced the name of the demon: Krien.

"It's now!" the young mage roared again, and almost at the same moment, Philon, who had been standing quietly, suddenly drew his sword, turned around and cut off the heads of the two guards who had been standing behind him, and then spun forward and impaled the other stunned guard.