in2ebook Chapter 114 Objection!
Chapter 114 Objection!
Chapter 114 Objection!
"Rua!"
A strange roar came, and for some reason, Mordi and Elena felt that the sound was somewhat embarrassing.
The two turned their heads and looked at the street, where they saw that the guards from before had turned back and were escorting a delegation toward the palace.
"The Dragon Worship Cult?"
The delegation carried the banner of the Dragon Worship Cult, was pulled by earth-dragon beasts, and was surrounded by a group of kobolds in armor and carrying weapons.
The one in the lead, wearing a red scarf, kept making embarrassing noises.
"Even though it's called a dog-headed man, it has a lizard head, so why does it bark like a dog?" Elena wondered.
"That's not the point. The point is, what exactly is the Dragon Worship Cult's intention in coming here?"
The waters of Red Eagle Territory are getting increasingly murky. Red Eagle Territory, the girl and the forces behind her, and the Dragon Worship Cult—it's enough to make a game of Dou Dizhu (a popular Chinese card game).
With him and Elena added together, there are now four factions, enough to start a mahjong game.
Modi thought that he might be able to earn some extra money on this trip, as long as he could lure out the giant dragon behind the Dragon Worship Cult.
As the delegation passed by, Modi narrowed his eyes and secretly created a blood shadow, hanging far behind the delegation.
At the end of the line, a dog-headed creature tilted its head back, looking down through its nostrils, seemingly enjoying the attention it received.
These evil creatures are bullies who prey on the weak and fear the strong. Once they align themselves with a powerful dragon, they become exceptionally arrogant.
The kobold at the end of the line is a perfect example.
However, the arrogant creature was completely unaware that a malicious gaze was fixed on it from within its shadow.
It didn't notice anything amiss until the delegation entered the palace.
"You can disperse here, but don't go too far. I probably won't be back until very late."
Inside the car, a melodious female voice rang out, and then Xueying saw a graceful figure.
A beautiful woman in a white priest's robe stepped out of the car, and all the kobolds knelt on the ground, not daring to look directly at her.
The woman got out of the car, her brow furrowed. "I didn't expect someone to be watching me here. It seems that Lord Red Eagle is wary of me."
She assumed it was someone from the Red Eagle Lord spying on her and didn't realize the gaze was coming from beside her.
After the woman left, the blood shadow moved among the shadows, finally sticking to the back of the red-clad coin dog-headed man, and pounced on it when it was off guard.
The red-clad kobold paused, a flash of bloodlust crossed its eyes, before returning to its fluid movements in an instant.
"Boss, the archbishop is gone. Shall we find something to have some fun now?"
A kobold approached it, a fawning smile on its face.
Looking for fun? Watch me turn you into fun.
The red-scarved dog-headed man grinned mischievously, raised his hand, and shouted:
"Everyone, look at me! I have something to announce!"
All the kobolds' eyes turned to him.
"Boss, are you going to announce something? Is it something new?" The kobold next to him asked curiously.
"It's even more exciting than that, you'll see in a moment."
The red-scarved dog-headed man revealed a mysterious smile, then kicked it aside.
Then, the red-scarved kobold snapped his fingers quickly, a magical light flashing between his fingers.
"My group's ultimate skill!"
An invisible energy wave spread out, enveloping all the kobolds present except for it.
Due to the influence of the magic, certain glands in the dog-headed human body secrete large amounts of hormones.
These hormones affect their thinking, interfere with their rationality, and bring about a kind of distorted desire.
They felt unbearably hot all over, panting heavily, and their eyes turned bloodshot.
The muscles twitched, the blood vessels under the skin bulged, and the skin turned bright red.
The way they look at their own kind is no longer clear; it is filled with a kind of filthy desire.
Before long, the atmosphere became tense, the air was filled with a nauseating smell, and heavy breathing echoed in the courtyard.
The red-scarved dog-headed man kindly set up a soundproof barrier, closed the door, and quietly left the crime scene.
It walked through the shadows around the corner and bumped into a passing guard.
With a sinister smile on its face, it was compressed into a bloody shadow by the pressure on its body, and in a flash, it pounced on the guard.
Before the guards could react, their vision was obscured by the blood shadow.
A moment later, the blood shadow completely merged into his body, and the guard took over the kobold's task, heading deeper into the palace.
After walking for a short while, he smelled a fragrance.
Looking to the side, I realized I was in the kitchen.
"The kitchen...perfect, let's add some ingredients for them."
Modi, controlling the body, smiled slightly and walked into the kitchen.
He had a basic understanding of toxicology, and even if he didn't have any poison on hand, he could concoct one using flesh and blood and the death energy of the Styx.
A few minutes later, he emerged from the kitchen, his merits and fame remaining hidden.
As time passed, sunset soon arrived.
The banquet hall was bustling with people, a lively and vibrant scene.
Lord Red Eagle sat in the main seat with a fake smile on his face. To his right sat the guests who had come to visit, and to his left sat the nobles and high-ranking officials of Red Eagle Territory.
Amidst the lively chatter and flattery, it was hard to tell whether that smile was natural or painted on.
The steaming food was brought in by the servants and placed on the table, and the aroma filled the entire banquet hall.
The rich aroma masked the extremely subtle odor in the food, so much so that even the Red Eagle Lord and the Archbishop of the Dragon Cult did not notice it.
Modi stood in the corner and heard the rumbling sound coming from the stomach of the guard next to him.
"I really envy these gentlemen; one meal of theirs is worth more than my annual income."
"That's right." Modi nodded in deep agreement, glancing at the magnificent banquet hall.
The entire banquet hall was extremely luxurious. Each pillar was inlaid with gold and jade, the walls were adorned with paintings by famous artists, and even the banquet tables were carved from precious silverwood, forming a seamless whole without any splicing. Such a banquet hall was worth the blood and sweat of an ordinary person for many lifetimes.
He, as the lord of the Frost family, did not receive such treatment. He ate commoner food, lived in an underground tomb, and continued to lead a simple life.
In his view, it would be better to invest the money in research resources or to allow his people to eat one more loaf of white bread than to spend it on enjoyment.
The guard beside him glanced around and, seeing that none of the gentlemen were paying attention, began to speak:
"I heard the lord suffered a defeat abroad and is raising taxes again. Apparently, this time there's a new tax on opening windows and a tax on praying for skill in needlework. Opening windows will incur taxes..."
"You have to pay taxes even when you're begging? Tell me, isn't that absurd?"
"Absurd, utterly absurd."
Modi had long heard that there were many exorbitant taxes in Europe during the Middle Ages, but he never expected that the continent of Eternity would be the same.
"It's ridiculous, isn't it? I may be a guard here, but my brothers and parents are still out there. I really don't know how they're going to survive."
"It's alright, they might just die suddenly after tonight."
The guards scoffed at this statement, expressing their pessimism:
"So what if he dies suddenly? Won't the next batch of people who come to power just do the same thing?"
No sooner had the words left his mouth than a deafening roar came from the sky.
The two people at the door looked up and saw a huge vortex hanging high in the sky, pulling at the clouds and slowly rotating.
Death seemed to materialize, slowly creeping up their spines.
The banquet hall was in chaos, and everyone heard the sound of shattering glass.
The guests rushed outside, looked up, and were immediately thrown into chaos, with gasps and gasps filling the air.
"Damn it, the entire palace is now enveloped by a barrier!"
The fake smile on the Red Eagle Lord's face had vanished, replaced by a surge of rage. He nearly ground his teeth, which could chew metal, to dust.
The Archbishop of the Church of the Dragon also had a gloomy face, clenching his teeth, his handsome face almost scrunched up.
She suspected she had been set up, and the person who set her up was very likely the Red Eagle Lord.
Otherwise, how could the barrier rise as soon as she arrived?
She moved silently away from Lord Red Eagle.
"What, what is that thing?" Someone pointed to the sky, but before the words were out, they fell straight to the ground, their flesh and blood being stripped away.
Only a dried-up corpse remained on the spot.
The crowd gasped and took a step back, not daring to approach the dried corpse on the ground.
"This is the gate to death, the passage to death."
The person hadn't arrived yet, but their voice had already reached them.
The Red Eagle Lord's face was grim, his gaze shooting forward like a sharp arrow.
As the last rays of the setting sun faded, the palace was enveloped in deep darkness.
However, the next second, specks of blue flames lit up in the darkness, eerily resembling will-o'-the-wisps.
An officer, carrying a lantern, stepped out of the darkness, surrounded by a large number of soldiers, also carrying lanterns.
They were dressed in military uniforms, carrying swords and knives, and each had a smiling skull mark on their chest; there were approximately three hundred of them.
"Hanz, are you planning a rebellion?" Lord Red Eagle asked in a deep voice.
"Isn't this an obvious fact?"
The officer, referred to as Hanz, forced a smile, glanced at the girl beside him, and asked:
"How long will it take for the Gates of Death to fully open?"
"Three more minutes," the girl said calmly, glancing at the lord ahead. "Can you hold them off?"
"Of course," Hanz grinned maliciously, "with my lord's protection, I am now invincible!"
"Three minutes is enough for me to take care of you." The Red Eagle Lord turned his gaze to the Archbishop of the Dragon Worship Cult. "I'll hold them off. You go and break the barrier."
Rosa hesitated for a moment, then nodded.
She felt incredibly unlucky; she had only come to discuss a collaboration, yet she had been dragged into the internal strife of the Red Eagle Territory.
Wait, could it be that Lord Red Eagle already sensed something and deliberately called me over at this time?
With gloomy thoughts in her mind, she started walking and hurried out of the palace.
thump.
She had barely taken a step when she knelt down, clutching her lower abdomen with one hand, looking as if she was in excruciating pain.
Following her, many other guests also collapsed to the ground, their expressions contorted.
"What's going on?" The Red Eagle Lord struggled to parry Hanz's attacks, and he also felt a sharp pain in his abdomen.
"The food is poisoned!"
Rosa guessed the reason, stood up unsteadily, and tried to use magic to expel the toxins from her body, but found that the magic had no effect.
Hanz was overjoyed. Although he didn't know what was going on, he seized the opportunity and launched a fierce attack on the enemy's lower body.
"No one can stop the gates of death from opening; our Lord will surely descend!"
"objection!"
A gust of wind swept by, and he instinctively turned around, his pupils shrinking sharply.
In the deep, thick darkness, a pair of wings woven from spirit fire spread out, stirring up gusts of wind mixed with a strong aura of death.
That was the Death Priest, an apostle of the god of death.