Chapter Eighty-Five: The Limit of Demon Return
"In the area of the Avenue in the middle of the lake, the chaos caused by the heretical sect has involved the remaining strength of the royal guard, and I have also helped Prince Colt to meet his god without pain."
"In the Church area, the bishopric forces of the fundamentalist factions have been completely crippled and have lost the ability to resist."
In the nave, Ronan sat on a bench with his fingers crossed, raised his head and looked at the solemn idol in front of him with an expressionless face.
"In the area of the Central Palace, with the Duke of the Angry Lion and the cooperation of his father Earl Grant within the palace, Edson wants to be able to ascend to the throne smoothly."
The chaos throughout Triumph City has spread too much power, and Edson has become one of the strongest men in the palace so far.
Judging from the plan of the new alliance, I am afraid that Edson will need to go deep into the palace and kill the current emperor.
And this is clearly in line with the interests of the new alliance.
After all, no matter what era it is, the act of killing relatives and plotting rebellion is an indelible stain.
Once it spreads, it will deal a serious blow to the authority of the ruler.
Of course, the nobles of the new alliance would not be stupid enough to leak the situation inside the palace.
But the nobles of the pro-king party are not fools, and they will definitely be able to find out the truth afterwards.
Therefore, after Edson successfully ascended to the throne, it was destined to be difficult to maintain the absolute power of the royal family in the past.
"After all, I still don't have my own power in my hands." Ronan sighed with emotion.
Neither the Duke of the Raging Lion, nor the Dantuma Alliance, the House of Orange, or the Earl of Draco, could possibly have truly allegiance to Edson.
It's just for the sake of their own interests that they will work together to elect a new king.
Afterwards they will definitely find a way to dismantle the power of the royal guard, and Edson, who needs their support, cannot stop it.
As for the pro-king faction, it would be good if they didn't rebel after being stabbed in the back, and it was hard to imagine accepting Edson's rule.
"With the majesty of the royal family swept to the ground, the sacred halls of the Church attacked by heretics, and the upper nobility fighting with each other, it seems that the next chaos in the empire has just begun."
"But none of this has anything to do with me at the moment."
With his own business taken care of settled, Ronan got up from the bench and went to the sanctuary at the back of the nave.
Now it was time for him to check what he had learned.
The white crystal on the walls of the sanctuary is clearly the medium used by the Cathedral of Triumph to summon the projection of the gods.
It is also the Demon Storage Crystallization that Ronan needs at the moment.
He knocked all the white crystals off and put them in front of him.
The special magic that emitted a white glow swirled in the crystal, and it seemed to cover the entire room, but in fact, it was only the thinnest layer on the surface, and when it was all stacked, Ronan could grasp it with one hand.
[Holy Crystal: It can transform the body of the pious, form a network of radiance, and purify the magic absorbed by them into purer holy magic.] The Radiance Network will continue to intercept some of the host's holy mana and transfer it to the Holy Crystal. 】
After reading the introduction, Ronan had a general understanding of the situation, and he came to the location of the body of the Bishop Mansa.
The frenzied force of the previous fifth order split the floor of the church.
He turned over the surface of the masonry, and after searching for a while, he found one of the other man's palms.
Beneath the flesh and blood exterior, the interior is an illusory structure that resembles a mixture of golden rays, defying the threat of physical damage.
I think this is the transformation ability of the Holy Crystal, not only that, but the transformation efficiency of the purified Holy Magic will definitely far exceed that of ordinary magic, which can make the Bishop's spells more powerful.
It's just that a portion of the Holy Mana will be extracted and stored in the crystal on a regular basis.
For the devout, this is obviously not a problem, but rather an affirmation of the gods by them.
Holy magic is of little use to Ronan, and the biggest problem is that it is not universal, and can only be used for the skills of the church.
However, he didn't absorb it with the Battle Banner Sand Table right now.
Instead, he covered his palms with holy crystals, and then wrapped them in cloth and carried them on his body.
The reason for this is partly to try to study the magical trajectory of the church after returning home.
On the other hand, his battle flag sand table is in trouble.
[Battle Banner Sand Table Completeness: 42%]
[Mana Reserve: 200/4200 +50/Hour]
[The current mana recovery speed has reached the upper limit and cannot be increased, otherwise it will cause a mana hole in the surrounding area and generate regular hedging.] 】
The mana recovery of the Battle Banner Sandbox requires the replenishment of realistic mana.
Previously, due to the low recovery speed, after absorbing the magic around Ronan, the void will soon be filled by the new magic that will come in.
But not now, as the battle chess sandbox further expands and the absorption efficiency increases, the surrounding magic power begins to be replenished.
Normally, he is now able to regenerate 420 mana per hour, but now he is stuck at 50.
"We'll have to find another way to fill in the magic." Ronan thought to himself.
The environment is like this, and if he doesn't find a new way, even if he rises to the third level, he won't be able to solve the problem.
Exporting mana to other effects was not difficult for Ronan.
But to convert other energies into magic, it would have to wait at least until he reached level five.
And in this world, it is obvious that only those gods can do this.
But even they chose to hide in the face of the low ebb of magical power.
The Eye of the Moonstone, the Holy Crystal, and the mediums of other gods that can do it.
Ronan thought to himself that after he returned, he would have to study and study whether he could find a way to transform his magic power stably with the help of the divine medium, so that he could continue his path.
As long as you are willing to try, there are more solutions than difficulties.
He followed the cracked gap in the back of the sanctuary and walked the path Alice and Isha had chosen when they left.
And when he left, the crows scattered.
Staying in the church, "Oro" raised the blood-colored scythe in his hand, and all the magic power gathered on it, waving a crescent slash towards the church.
A surging shock wave erupted in the center of the church, like thousands of frenzied bulls crashing against the surrounding walls.
Under the continuous impact, cracks spread across the walls.
In the end, this magnificent church, which has stood for nearly 300 years, collapsed, accompanied by loud noises and dust, and completely reduced to ruins.
Bury everything that happened in the past underneath.
After exhausting all the magic power, the blood-colored scythe also dissipated, and the huge body of "Oro" gradually retracted to its original form.
He changed into the clothes he had prepared, walked out of the ruins, and closed his eyes.
And when he opened his eyes again, the indifferent expression on his face became vivid, and there was a little funny in the panic.
"Wow, Brother Crow, help, I was wrong, I'm sorry!"
He suddenly fell forward, crying and lying on the ground and hugging himself together.
Oro's mind conjured up the horrific image of the vampires dismantling themselves to pieces.
After a while, nothing happened.
Only then did he cautiously open his eyes and look around.
There were no angry vampires, no apathetic Silvermoon cultists, and Annika was no longer around, not even in the room she had been in.
All that catches your eye is the ruins of broken walls.
Outsiders can only recall the glory of the triumphal cathedral from the faintly visible church signs and the endless area of ruins.
"Huh?"
Aoro looked at the scene dumbfounded.