Marshall followed them and pretended to be obedient and flew back to the Castle of the Radiant. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info From the air, he saw that the entire castle and beyond, surrounded by tens of thousands of elven soldiers, should have happened when he was entangled with Oka in the east of the city. It is frightening that such a large army can quietly infiltrate and control the lifeblood of this country.

The dragon team landed in the courtyard of the castle, leaving one of them to watch over the dragon, and the other four went into the castle to report to their master, and Marshall was naturally left outside with Okka. Marshall thought that if he continued to pretend like this, he would be exposed sooner or later, and it would be better to get out of control as soon as possible while there were few enemies in this courtyard. For the sake of ease of action, Marshall chose to change back into human form, he didn't know if he could use this trick again, but the survival of mankind was at stake, and he had to find out the details of the enemy as soon as possible. Perhaps not wanting to attract attention, the location where the dragon team parked the dragon was in a very inconspicuous remote corner of the castle wall, surrounded only by vegetation and trees, which also created conditions for Marshall. He quietly reverted back to his original form, without attracting anyone's attention. Since he had torn his clothes when he turned into a dragon before, he was now naked.

Marshall silently swooped up behind the napping elf guarding the dragon, summoned a yellow lightsaber on his index and middle fingers, and cleanly slashed his throat - the assassination of Marshall had done several times during the Knights' missions. He stripped off the elf's emerald armor and put it on his body, unexpectedly fitting it. There is a layer of silver silk soft armor lining inside the armor, and the moment it touches the skin, it will hit the whole body with a coolness, and there are several places outside this armor that are made of emerald glass, such a noble armor, in human beings, only the powerful can have, and this is common among elves. The helmet of this suit is fully enclosed, only the ears are exposed, and there are notches on the sides of the helmet for pointed ears, which also saves Marshall a lot of trouble for stealing in disguise. He cut off the elf's ears and glued them to the inside of the notches on either side of the helmet.

After completing the disguise, he pretended to be casual and walked into the Castle of San Lucas, in a sense of completing the mission they had abandoned a few months earlier. Walking through the corridors of the castle, Marshall discovers that all the guards in the castle have been replaced by high elves, and various decorations have been changed. Although Marshall had never seen the interior of the castle before, he was sure that it was not what it was now—the floor of the castle was all covered with shiny black stone slabs, reflecting the huge soul stones floating under the dome. The walls were refreshed and gilded, and the castle was carved out of stone with a variety of statues, almost all of them in the form of elves, except for one statue that looked to Marshall to resemble Regulus.

The fact that these elves were able to completely transform the castle in less than a day was beyond the realm of craftsmanship and must have been aided by magic. It would have taken a lot of mana to build such a large project, and those floating soul stones should have done just that. Marshall had some knowledge of soul stones, and he knew that the magic of soul stones was limited, so what if they ran out? From the transparent ground, you can see that the dungeon below the castle is filled with the soldiers of St. Lucas who once guarded the castle, and they are being extracted from the soul stones, and the corpses of humans have been piled up below.

"These bastards......" Marshall clenched his fist and slammed it against the wall, even though St. Lucas was an enemy, but what the elves had done made him even more angry.

"Hey, what are you doing here!" he caught the attention of one of the elven guards.

"Oh, I ...... I'm from the Dragon Squad, and I'm here to report on the mission. Marshall pretended.

"Aren't there a few of you guys already in there?"

"Isn't there another new discovery!

"Go straight and turn right and turn left again. ”

Marshall did not enter the main hall after coming to the main hall, but went up to the balconies on the second floor on both sides of the main hall. He found an inconspicuous corner by the window that connected to the outside, where he could see and hear everything in the hall, and escape through the window in time when his tracks were exposed.

"I said you bad old man, it's all here, you should surrender too!" said a silver-haired elf woman sitting on the throne to an old man kneeling in front of her with a crown on her head and a brocade robe. The old man must have been the king of St. Lucas, Porutore, and the female elf must have been what they called Queen Desman.

"You ...... You guys...... Didn't we say that we were an alliance to deal with the dark elves?" the king looked incredulous, and was about to cry.

"Speaking of which, Randolph has done a great job in instilling in you over the years. As she spoke, she turned her head to another silver-haired elf in red robes in the main hall, "Good job Randolph, I've done you a great job!"

"Thank you, Queen!" Randolph bowed, and Marshall realized that he was the same high elf who had been with Regulus and them. "Didn't they flee together?, how could he have come back?, and what about the others?" Marshall asked.

"Randolph, in vain I have always treated you well, and I also named you the second warrior of my country, you are actually ......"

"Alright, stop talking nonsense, hand over that thing!" said the Elven Queen.

"You have captured the palace, and the warriors of other towns will not surrender! Because of your betrayal, the second war between humans and elves has begun!"

"War? you call it war?" hahahaha!" the elves in the hall all laughed along with their queen, and several of them obviously didn't know why they were laughing, but they still chimed in, "In one day, we have taken control of your capital without much effort, and with the power of the Blackstone that Randolph has just regained, we can open the warping passage, and our army will appear in all your towns at the same time in an instant, and in less than three days, your country will be destroyed." This kind of ordinary thing that can be solved as casually as if you want to eat, you call it war?"

"Your Majesty, you can recruit it, Princess Maranda's life is in your hands!" Randolph persuaded in a strange voice.

"Stop, don't hurt my daughter!"

"As long as you hand over the key to that door, everything will be well said!" the Elven Queen rose from her throne and walked behind the King, put her hands on his shoulders, leaned her face up, and blew into his ears.

"And Oka, he led the army to the east of the city before, and now he must be on the way here, no need for an army, Oka can clean you up alone!"

"Report to Her Majesty that the Soul Eater Oka Srael has been successfully tamed by our dragon squad, and the army east of the city has been surrounded!" said the dragon squad's leader.

"Well done, Robbie, you didn't disappoint me! Randolph, you have taught a good apprentice!"

"Thank you, Aunt Alan Wen...... No, thank you, Your Majesty!"

Marshall now learned that the captain of the dragon team was Robbie, the nephew of the Elven Queen, and her name was Alain Desman. He grabbed a key message in their previous conversation - "the key to that door". What did "that gate" refer to? Could it be the very beginning of his trip, the otherworldly gate that connected Alcatraz?

"Old thing, you've had enough trouble, don't think we can't find the key and we can't do anything about you, it's just a matter of time. Since it's a death for both horizontal and vertical, why don't you call it out and die a happy death sooner?" Alan Wen was aggressive, glaring at the king with fierce eyes.

"You say that you have been guarding that gate of time for hundreds of years without using it, you are really used to being a minion, and you only know how to follow the instructions and stick to the rules. Wouldn't it be better for me to change the history of the Elven defeat and let you continue to be minions?"

"What are you talking about? The gate...... The door is ......" The king was about to defend himself, but was interrupted by Randolph -

"Your Majesty, don't hide it, I have already told Queen Desman the truth about the gate. You'd better think more about Princess Maranda, your mission to guard the gate is over, and now is the time to open it!"

"Where the hell did you take my daughter!"

"Don't worry, she's a guest in my underground city, and I can't guarantee that she won't accidentally fall into the abyss at that one-way entrance to the Abyss of Zeller, which you know we're going to use for an attack!

"You...... What did you do to the first warrior who was with you, Vorrell and the other invaders?"

"The Underground City Project is thanks to you! This is where the human beings of this country will survive in the future, and although it may be a little cramped, you can always go to the Abyss of Zeller for a one-way journey. As for Lord Vorrell, I've already asked them to experience this journey of death in advance!"

"Well, since you have not listened to the advice and have done such a thing that has lost your conscience, I will not stop you. If you want to open that door, come with me, and let the demons destroy us all!"

Porutore, King of St. Lucas, led them into the corridor on the side of the main hall, and Marshall took the opportunity to follow. He had just heard Narandolph say that Regulus and they had been trapped in the Abyss of Zeller, but he didn't have time to think about them, and now that the gates of the Atlas were about to open, it was unknown whether they could stop them, and they were left to their own.

It was already dark, and today was the day of the full moon, and Marshall could see the bright moon hanging high outside the castle through the window of the hallway. The full moon shone through the window, and the shadow cast on Randolph's face made it look like he had two faces, half handsome bathed in the glow, half so dark that his features lurked in the darkness. The moonlight shone on the king's face, and he looked like a dead man. He came to the door, turned to Alan Wen, and said—

"You brought it upon yourself, and when I die, please don't embarrass my daughter. After saying that, he closed his eyes, his whole body was surrounded by blue light, the outline of his body became smaller and smaller, and the light became more and more concentrated, and finally he turned into a blood-red piece of iron, suspended in mid-air.

"So this old thing is the key himself!" Alan Wen exclaimed.

The red iron sheet flew towards the door, which was the height of the entire hallway, and disappeared into the crack of the door, and the door emitted a burst of red light. Marshall knew that he was too late to stop it, so he could only pray that he would not be in the same situation as when Miller, the demon god named Sehir, he did not want to see it a second time.

The door opened.

The doors slowly opened in both directions, and there was no light, no wind, no explosions, no time vortex that Alain Wen had expected, and no otherworldly wasteland as Marshall had imagined. It was as if they had opened an ordinary door, but there was darkness on the other side of the door.

At this moment, a man came out of the gate, he was the size and appearance of a normal human, he was shirtless, his chest and back were covered with all kinds of scars, he had white hair tied in a bunch at the back of his head, a long scar on his face that passed through his eyes, and in his right hand he held a blood-red lightsaber with a large amount of black wool wrapped around it. He was Danco Wells, but he seemed much older than Marshall had seen a few hours earlier.

Before Marshall could be surprised, he noticed that the moon outside the castle had turned red.