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"I'd be glad I had a prey like you. The Shadow Demon laughed, its voice as if it was rubbing against a steel file, and several faint black gases emanated from its body at the same time, shooting towards Hasnor, who had just drawn his sword and fearlessly rushed towards him.

One of Krion's most powerful men, the Shadow Fiend is a creature that exists in a state between the real and the illusory, it can infiltrate itself into any being that is weaker than itself, thus avoiding detection, and is undoubtedly a formidable killer for the big ones who are heavily protected.

The poison gas that killed a bear in an instant easily bypassed Hasnor's interception, and the poison gas wrapped around the Shadow Fiend's body like an octopus's tentacles as the Emperor's sword slashed through his body as if it slashed through the air.

The Shadow Fiend's eyes flashed with excitement, an emperor of the world, this is undoubtedly the rarest of all its prey, it has made up its mind that after the mission, it must take the other party's sword as a souvenir.

A pillar of light descended from the sky and shrouded Hasnor's body, and the poisonous gas tentacles that were about to capture the target suddenly disappeared like ice and snow in the sun, and immediately, the invisible force field tightly bound the Shadow Demon, completely depriving the demon of its ability to move.

An old mage with hair, beard, and eyebrows as white as snow appeared beside the Emperor, and with one gesture of his hand, a black hole of space opened up in the Shadow Demon's head, sucking the defenseless demon into it.

From the moment the demons began to attack the palace, Hocker was keenly aware of the possible conspiracy: although the demon world was far more powerful than the mortal world in general, even those demon kings would never dare to launch such a full-scale war, knowing that the demigods, who were the defenders of the world order, and the angels of the heavenly realm, would never allow such a thing to happen, but if it was done to cover up some kind of scheme, then everything has an explanation. The Chief Mage of the Empire was not a fanatical researcher who only knew magic, in fact, as the leader of the Empire's mages, he had developed a vision that was no less than that of politicians in dealing with all kinds of people, and when he saw this, he immediately made a decision, and while sending his men to battle, he himself stood by the Emperor's side with his most proud students.

"Send someone to Will at once," Hasnor did not show any signs of panic from his escape, and ordered his guards in a loud voice, "I want to know the truth about him." Obviously, Shadow Fiend's sentence "He's lonely right now and wants you to accompany him" made him worry about his son's safety.

"Do you want me to go?" Hocker asked, in the current situation, a ninth-order mage was undoubtedly more useful than a thousand troops.

"Let your students go," Hasnor said without hesitation, "and the battlefield needs your aid at any time." He ordered the guards to be on higher guard, and at the same time ordered most of the guards except for the prince's chamber to be transferred to his residence.

Walking on the blood everywhere, Philon strode into Will's bedroom, where his soldiers were clustered around a large bed, on which the Crown Prince of the Empire was lying at the moment, his face blue and his eyes wide open, and he was no longer breathing—his fragile heart could no longer bear the pressure of life-threatening while the dormitory was breached, and finally stopped working. First published in:

Looking down at the corpse on the bed, Philon was suddenly surprised to find that he had no interest in this waste that had been pressing on his head, and he did not even regret that the other party had not had time to enjoy the torture he had prepared for him.

"Cut off his head," there was a moment of silence, then Philon turned and strode out of the room, "like a demon." "Maybe this approach can't hide from some well-intentioned people, but at least until he ascends to the throne and stabilizes his rule, he must make this matter appear to have nothing to do with him.

This order was not carried out, because an invisible force bound Philon and his men, and the next moment, a huge demonic beast roared and rushed in from outside the door, tearing everyone including Philon to pieces, and at the same time, a large number of demonic beasts appeared in the crown prince's dormitory as if out of thin air, and they chased the people brought by Philon, turning them into corpses one by one.

The riots in the palace continued throughout the night, and when the brigade of royal knights and the elite troops of the Imperial Ministry of Security arrived, the demons finally began to crumble, and all the flightless lower demons were annihilated except for a few great demons who left from the sky - if Krien had not been subdued, according to the original plan, they should have been sent back to the Demon Realm.

The catastrophe undoubtedly caused great damage to the Empire, with at least 5,000 elite soldiers killed in battle, but even more tragic was the fact that His Majesty the Emperor lost all his sons overnight: one of them took advantage of the chaos to kill the other, only to be killed by the demons who came after, which was the unanimous conclusion of those who saw the scene.

Kohler's residence.

The Prince lay idly in a wide chair, his hand unconsciously shaking a glass full of precious red wine, and his soul was filled with indescribable pleasure.

From sending killers disguised as Philon's men to assassinate Will, to the second prince being forced to make a deal with the demon and take risks, everything is going according to his plan, and now, it's time to harvest - Feron and Will have disappeared from this world forever, and now, no matter how reluctant his brother is, under the pressure of the empire's immutable code, he can only make himself the crown prince according to the order of succession.

Kohler never thought of attacking the emperor himself, in his opinion, such a stupid move is no different from suicide, the emperors of the past generations have received the full support of the ** division tower, they don't know how many mages and other guards are hidden around them, no one can eliminate an emperor from the ** through assassination, only a stupid person like Fei Lun would do that. Let the two heirs before him kill each other and die together, this is the result he wants, the old man who is thirty years older than him, and has experienced the pain of losing a child, obviously cannot stay in that position for long, and with his status as the crown prince, he can openly recruit troops, Kohler believes that as long as he is given such an opportunity, within a few years, he will have the strength that even the emperor will not be able to shake his foundation.

"Hank, is that you?" the Prince, who heard the slight commotion outside, did not get up, he had been tired for the day, and now it was time to rest, he called out the names of his attendants, "Go and get Master Kranoun." ”

This great mage and beast exorcist is his last trump card, but now, it's time to show this hole card to everyone, a ninth-order mage with many magical beasts, such a strength is even better than Hocker, who is known as the chief mage of the empire, for those officials who are still hesitating, this is undoubtedly the best call.

The door opened quietly at his shout, and a snow-white figure slowly walked in.

It's Hocker.

Realizing that something was wrong, Kohler quickly saw the face of the visitor, which made the prince stand up in surprise, "You should have informed me in advance that I would be here," a sincere smile spread across his face, "but fortunately I didn't drink all the good wine, and the rest will at least keep us drinking until dawn." ”

"I'm sorry," Hocker whispered, "but it's the Emperor's will." He slowly raised his hand, and a fireball swirled in the air in front of his palm, "He doesn't like to see you become the crown prince." The Imperial Chief Mage reached forward, the glow of the fireball clearly reflected on Kohler's pupils, which had widened with fear.

Norsen stood quietly on a hill, looking out at the city of wonders in the distance, with mixed feelings.

Ever since his dream of becoming a knight was shattered, he had been on the verge of despair, but just as he was ready to live his life in a state of confusion, the mage's appearance opened his eyes to another world. Norsen will never forget that night at Kohler Castle, when he summoned up the courage to ask Rhaegar to teach him magic, only to receive an unexpected kindness. After giving him a simple magic test, the Grand Mage not only generously taught him the basics of magic cultivation, but also gave him a note containing his own magic experience, and it was this notebook that transformed him from a cripple who could not even hold a sword to the second-order trainee mage he is today—a speed that, according to Rhaeggar, was almost miraculous.

But it doesn't come without a price. Although when he was notified to join Philon according to Rhaeggar's instructions, the young man whose dreams had been rekindled and whose brains had been occupied by the power of the ** realized what he had to pay for what he had obtained, he still did not expect that the demon he summoned according to the teachings of the mage would cause such a huge catastrophe - the death of thousands of people, the change of status of the imperial royal family, and the collapse of the ** Master Tower, which was regarded as a spiritual symbol by St. Endos, and the root of all this was all on him.

At the same time that Philon led the men and horses out of the mansion, Northon knew that he could no longer stay in the City of Miracles, or even the entire Saint Endos, that prince's rebellion was destined to fail, and his summoning of demons would definitely be revealed, and he could fully imagine how the empire or the ** Master Tower would treat him. After hiding for a few days, taking advantage of the slight relaxation of the momentum of the city's capture of the remnants of the Philun, Northon finally found a chance to escape from the city, and now, what awaits him will be a life of wandering, exchanging the peace of the rest of his life for the current strength, the young apprentice mage does not know if this price is worth it.

Sighing softly, Northon slowly turned around and prepared to leave, but then, as if all of a sudden, he had been transformed into a stone sculpture - several mages in robes had come up behind him at some point, staring at him expressionlessly.

"Trainee Mage Northam," a seventh-order mage said coldly, "you are suspected of summoning demons and bringing great disasters to the Empire, according to the laws of the Empire and the orders of Chief Mage Hocker, I now officially detain you, and you will be tried by the Imperial Mage Federation." ”

Before the collapse of the Pagoda, this organization was only a vassal of the former, but now, it has become the most powerful organization among all the mages of St. Endos.

Northon looked at the slowly approaching mages in horror, he was well aware of the difference in strength between them, any one of these mages could easily wipe out hundreds of beings like himself, and in front of an opponent far superior to him, he could only retreat step by step like a lamb facing a dragon.

A familiar figure appeared behind the mages at this time, and the slightly glazed Rhaegar looked at the scene in front of him with a little dazedness, and only reacted after a few seconds, he waved his hand casually, and several magical rays of light immediately flew towards the mages' backs, knocking down everyone in an instant.

Magic rays, the fastest firing speed of seventh-order magic, but only mages who have reached the ninth order can do it instantly.

"Thank you for your help," Northon didn't know what attitude to take in the face of this mage who taught him magic, but then put himself in a whirlpool, and now saved his own life, he thanked the other party with some embarrassment, "If they catch me, I will definitely die." ”

He looked at Rhaegar in front of him and suddenly had an idea.

"It was you who brought me through the gates of magic," he said, plucking up courage, "in that sense, you are my mentor, and I would like to be able to follow you if you allow it." ”

Rhaegar looked at Northon with some blankness, as if it had taken a long time to understand what the other party was saying, "Whatever you want." His voice was hollow and dry, his bloodshot eyes glittering, excited, guilty, ferocious, fanatical, cold... Almost every few seconds, his eyes change to a light that represents a different emotion.

The geist himself seemed unaware of this, he didn't even realize what he was saying, and after casually answering Northon's request, Rhaegar slowly turned around and walked aimlessly into the distance, behind him, the apprentice he had just taken on was almost trotting closely behind his mentor.