Chapter 352 351 Yesterday's Reappearance

Chapter 352 351. Yesterday Reappeared

Solon North, Anling City.

The border cities in the North lost contact one after another, and there was no news from fifteen cities in one day. Not only Emperor Divik was shocked, but also many city-states in the interior of the North that were also divided by the Solon Empire were in a panic.

The [Third Falcon Legion] from the central region was urgently mobilized on the night of the abnormal appearance. Before the army of tens of thousands of people had completed the assembly, the major city-states in the North received the message of "Be vigilant and beware of enemy attacks."

However, the strange thing is that no one in the city-states where the magic messengers in the North are still normal knows who the enemy is, and the Third Falcon Legion that is about to come to support is also unaware from top to bottom, and the orders they received are also ambiguous.

The huge and powerful Solon Empire, whose information collection ability is second only to the Theocracy, seems to have lost its function at this moment. The fallen fifteen cities are like the abyss of a monster. Anyone who goes to the area can only enter but not leave.

Anling was very close to Yurong, who had completely lost contact. The Anling lord immediately recalled all the people in the city when he noticed something was wrong. He was much more sober than the nobles in the royal city of Rodmire in the northern border.

Even if the lookout elves who had been fighting for many years suddenly united, they could not create such a huge information shielding area. What on earth occupied the city over there?

Adventurers were recruited, and the weapons of the craftsmen were unconditionally distributed to the warriors under the pressure of the Anling lord. If this was a misunderstanding, he might not have to pay an extra silver coin. What if it was a misunderstanding?

The magicians gathered on the city wall released magic messengers together, and birds of various shapes flew straight to the sky.

In addition to delivering messages, magic messengers can also serve as their eyes within a certain range. Since all the messengers in Anling City have been recalled, they have to confirm the situation around them all the time in this way, and constantly urge the third falcon legion that is still on the way to support.

The falcon soaring in the sky looked down at the snow-covered land. The black spots squeezed into the field of vision in the distance quickly attracted the attention of the magicians.

"Did your messenger see it... black spots... no, something with wings... in the direction of West City!"

"Confirm the black spots... there are dozens of them. My messenger is far away. Who is controlling the bat messenger? Please go forward to confirm."

The owner of the bat messenger controlled him to fly forward for a distance: "This seems to be the harpy near the ridge of the angry mountain."

"The group of birdmen who have deep trade ties with Xingjin City?" A magician subconsciously said the name that would make the harpy unhappy.

"It looks like it. Did they escape from Xingjin City? It's just right to ask them about Xingjin City..."

The vision of the magician controlling the bat messenger suddenly blurred, and the bat messenger who acted as his eyes also blurred and disappeared.

A magician noticed something unusual and quickly warned: "Something is wrong, the bats have disappeared... the falcons have also disappeared!"

"Enemy attack?"

"Hurry up and warn!"

The bell rang, and the magicians and warriors in Anling City moved and rushed to the nearest wall.

The Anling Lord came to the wall as soon as possible. He frowned as he looked at the harpy approaching Anling City at a constant speed.

They had already sounded the alarm bell. If the harpy really came for the purpose of seizing the city, then they should retreat if the surprise attack failed, or speed up in a panic, but their expressions...

Dozens of harpy people looked numb, their eyes were empty and lightless, and they mechanically flapped their huge wings.

"Stop them!"

Two fourth-level magicians flew towards the harpy people with the wind. Before they got close, their thoughts suddenly became heavy, and the thoughts flashing through their minds were sticky and muddy.

"You... stop..."

After shouting a sentence instinctively, the two people who looked directly into the eyes of the harpy people suddenly hugged their heads and screamed loudly, their bodies shaking wildly.

Everyone on the wall had their hearts pounding, and they felt a strong sense of nausea. Suddenly, many strange images appeared in their minds.

The closer the harpy man got, the more real those blurry images became.

Lord Anling collapsed to the ground, pointing at the empty space in horror, and backed away with his hands and feet: "No... You are already dead... No, I don't want to see your face... It wasn't me!"

The shrill and terrifying voice began to echo, and reason collapsed one after another.

The warrior took off his armor, discarded his weapons, ran naked through the crowd with laughter.

The sluggish magician waved his staff again and again, but no magic was triggered.

The civilians who poked their heads out of the houses wanted to know what happened, but after seeing the crazy crowd, they either knelt down and cried or laughed wildly, like crazy.

The image projected in the palace was interrupted.

The mages headed by the Royal Magic Academy of the Solon Empire, the warriors of the Royal Knights, and the representatives of various Solon factions trembled all over. Many of them were already gray-haired and had reached an age where they could remain calm no matter what they heard or witnessed. However, at this moment, horror appeared on everyone's face.

"Impossible... How could it be possible? This is fake. They were just deceived by the elves... No, the sirens... Or maybe something else. In short, the other party can create large-scale illusions!"

Divic, who was sitting on the throne, held his forehead and said nothing.

Black Owl hit those who held the same view and kept agreeing: "Unfortunately, several of our Black Owl companions also felt something not so wonderful when they killed an eagle man."

"When we arrived at Vinar City, Anling City had already fallen. The image was brought out by a fifth-level magician who was infected. After throwing the image scroll into the city, he realized that he was facing something he shouldn't face. In order to prevent the infection from spreading, he chose to commit suicide."

Seeing that there were still people who had illusions and were about to refute, the black owl who spoke smiled and emphasized: "Vinar City is already fighting against the infection, and the situation is precarious. If you think that the empire is facing an illusion master who can corrupt the empire's elite with just illusions, maybe you should go to Vinar City to experience it yourself... If Vinar City can still be defended."

The head of the black owl hidden in the dark silently took in everyone's performance, and then sighed heavily.

He did not continue to listen, but chose to secretly leave the palace. In the flying snow, his heart became more and more sad.

After Melias fell, his huge body was eaten by Solon, Sligo, and Kodzoen. As the one who directly destroyed the giant owl capital, Solon took over a large number of Melias' books and captured some of the emperor's secretaries.

The Black Owl Leader clearly remembered that the last emperor and nobles of Melias reacted exactly the same as some people just now after hearing that the northern border cities were infected and fell one after another.

However, no one had ever experienced infection before Melias, and Solon had experience.

Solon today, Melias yesterday, how similar.

A dull pain came over his chest, and the Black Owl Leader subconsciously covered it there. After panting, he was sweating and recalled the person he saw in the dense forest of Civita that day.

The last snow monster, the continuation of the will of Melias' giant owl.

The siege by several black owls inspired his true power. An eighth-level magic warrior is rare in Mela.

When the giant owl collapsed, the snow monsters fought against the infiltration with their flesh and blood. Their absolute loyalty and unyielding will gave the nearly dead giant owl a chance to breathe. They protected the last dignity of the giant.

"It seems like fate... Are we going to be like them?"

The leader of the black owl left the palace complex with a bitter smile. As an extension of Solon's will, they must eradicate the things that shake the empire.

Even if the opponent is the infiltration.

Overnight, the Theocracy, Sligo, and Kodzoun all received a message sent by the Solon Emperor Divik.

"In the northern border of the Solon Empire, the spirit of infiltration reappeared."

Sligo, adjacent to Solon, quickly received the message. Noel XIII, who was discussing the structure of the human body in detail with several painters on his bed, calmly accepted the silent appearance of the black-robed Silent One at the head of the bed.

Listening to the other party's narration in a female voice with a voice that was far more flat than the "heart" of one of the painters, the sweaty Noel stood up calmly. He ignored the Silent One and took a sip of tea from the crystal cup.

Noel's constantly moving Adam's apple suddenly stopped. The wind blowing in from the spacious and empty palace swirled, bringing a hint of coolness to this palace where the fire attribute magic was so strong that it was no problem to run naked.

Noel turned his head stiffly and stared at the Silent One hidden under the black robe and black face mask.

"Immerse, dye, the, spirit?" Noel's tone of each word was higher than the previous one, and finally it became out of tune and became shrill, as if someone had strangled his throat, and made a strange tune that only a castrated slave could cry out.

"If you don't feel cold, I can release the image for you now." The Silent One said.

Noel reached out to stop her, looked back at the painters on the bed, and then clapped his hands. Several close guards appeared upon hearing the sound.

"Take them to a quiet place and have a good rest for a while." Noel glanced at the Silent One and ordered, "Send a Silent One to watch over them. I hope no one will know what they say for the time being."

The painters who didn't know the current situation were terrified. They hurriedly begged Noel shyly. One of them rushed forward and tried to get permission in the way of coquetry in the past.

Noel raised his arm without hesitation, and the graceful body fell straight to the ground.

"Take them away!" Noel shouted.

The guards wrapped the painters in quilts, stuffed their mouths with cloth, and then hurriedly left the palace.

When only two people were left, the Silent One broadcast the rubbing of the scroll of the photo sent by Solon.

Noel sat dejectedly on the edge of the bed, his eyes could not find a focus, and after a long time, he hurriedly stood up.

"Notify the Inquisition, the Senate of Nobles, the Mage Tower, the Arena, the School of Magic, and... that... that..."

"You mean, the martial arts round table?" Silent One reminded.

"Yes, let them all see, see clearly... Anyway, see clearly!" Noel was in a state of confusion and kept pacing.

Suddenly, he shouted: "Come back!"

Silent One quickly returned to the palace.

"Don't get me wrong, those painters will provide daily necessities as usual, and their appearance cannot be damaged."

Silent One was really silent, but they were all used to Noel as the emperor, so they nodded.

"No, come back!"

Silent One returned again, and she asked: "Have you changed your mind? We will make their death less painful."

Noel's eyes were unusually bright, and his tone was serious: "Solon only informed us, Codezonn and the Theocracy?"

"At present, it seems that it is."

"Devik deserves to be taken by the dragon to grind his teeth. He was sucked dry by the tree spirit and given back to the mother earth! His father is ten thousand times stronger than him, no, one hundred thousand times!"

The Silent One waited for Noel to finish these childish words.

"Inform the tribes around Sligo... Let them know about the infected spirit, and inform the Church as soon as possible so that they can speak with us. We must make those fools believe as quickly as possible that this is not a joke!"

The Silent One hurried away, and Noel walked to the weapon rack in the corner of the bedroom, picked up a long spear, took a deep breath, and smashed the dummy behind him with one shot.

"Devik, are you too arrogant, or are you trying to repeat what the human race did back then!"

"..."

"We'll know sooner or later, so let's just let them go... Where are the Silent Ones?"

Antonio, the new pope of the Silver Maple Holy Nation, immediately confirmed the authenticity of the information with Solon, and the image of Anling City being infected followed. After seeing the scene full of distortion, filth and madness, the Glorious Court was horrified.

Antonio suddenly remembered Laurent's words before his death.

"Great turmoil..."

Antonio was shocked as he chewed on those words.

When everyone in the Glorious Court learned of Laurent's prophecy before his death, they stood up one after another. They didn't care about their image and asked for details urgently.

However, Antonio looked bitter: "Pope Laurende just asked me to prepare for the upcoming turmoil, but he didn't tell me the details."

The Archbishop of the Executive Court David was thoughtful. He looked around at the other bishops and priests: "For a while, I often heard some tiny whispers. I talked to Pope Laurende about it, and he told me that he could hear it too."

"After that, Pope Laurende was critically ill many times. After he survived, he told Sera and me about the scene when he was in a coma. However, as time went by, he became more and more reluctant to share... Could it be the entrustment of the God of Glory?"

Everyone looked at each other.

Among the high-level officials of the Glory Academy, there are many people who know that the God of Glory is just a fantasy created. They pretend to be pious and choose to be in awe of Laurende, but with the death of Laurende, the cloak of believers began to fade.

Now, the "prophecy" that Antonio learned and David's words made everyone have a strong curiosity about Laurende's actions in his last days.

What did Laurent see in his coma that made him leave such an accurate prophecy for Antonio?

The wavering piety suddenly became solid due to fear. They looked up at the statue of the Silver Maple Lord behind them and couldn't help swallowing.