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Chapter 329 The Royal Palace Offensive
Since the inner world is close to reality, the influence of everything in the inner world on reality will gradually deepen. When the power of the Queen of Crows approached here, some weather changes in reality also became sensitive.

Coupled with the existence of the elves, Mulan gently moved the elements, and the sky has become overcast.

"crash la la la la la la la la la la la la la"

The pouring rain fell from the sky, and all the people who hadn't returned home in the entire Ilhan capital for a while were running around in chaos, and those who were too late to return home would quickly find a place to shelter from the rain.

Although it was not yet night, the heavy dark clouds made the entire Ilhan Kingdom fall into darkness, as if the night had come early.

"Hey, I Aiwen, like this obviously problematic rain, the Ilhan people should disperse it?"

"I think so."

Ai Wen moved his muscles and bones and answered Mulan's question, but his perception was far away. The breath of the Holy Knight was like an open flame in the dark night.

"Boom--"

Lightning lit up the city and the streets, and some noble ladies screamed in fright, and their high-pitched high-pitched voices could be heard across the carriage.

The five holy knights were just walking on the rainy streets, neither holding umbrellas nor riding in carriages, they seemed to ignore the lightning, but their pace was obviously accelerated. The sanctuary, whose mission is to dispel evil, will not take action.

Half an hour later, the rain did not mean to ease at all. Instead, it was getting heavier and heavier. Except for the occasional carriage passing by, there were basically no pedestrians on the streets of the entire Ilhan King City.

In a corner of Ilhan King City, Mulan and Aiwen opened two bottles of reagents, and black smoke rose into the sky and merged into the clouds.

After only a few minutes, a faint light began to appear on some floors and walls around Ilhan's palace.

Some ministers and the king who were still in the palace also realized that the situation was not right. The magic array of the palace was automatically activated, indicating that there was a big problem with the rain.

Sylvan, who is an extraordinary person, and some wizards have arrived at the edge of the palace. They looked at the clouds in the sky, and their faces were a little dignified.

"You actually came to attack the capital?"

"Obviously there is an effect of alchemy in it. Pioneer disperses the dark clouds and stops the heavy rain."

Although they are often collectively referred to as wizards or wizards in the outside world, the Ilhan court wizards are subdivided and have their own paths, including a person with alchemy research.

A small and delicate glass bottle was opened, and inside was golden fine sand-like powder. This is an alchemical item called sand of fire, which has many uses, and dispelling rain clouds is one of them.

After the small bottle was opened, the fine sand flew out of the bottle and into the sky with the magic of others. The heavy rain in the palace quickly stopped, and the rain clouds began to dissipate from the area as the center.

It only took a while for this dissipating trend to slow down and soon stopped.

"Boom--"

Lightning flashed across the sky again, and the people in the corner of the palace frowned.

"Not enough metering?"

"No, a lot of them disappeared before they played their role?"

The caster looked up at the sky, and then took out two bottles of the same golden sand from his arms again.

"I'll try again, this time I'll attach magic and perception."

Jinsha lifts up again, and this time part of the caster's spirit floats to the sky as weightless as Jinsha. This perception has no initiative, so he can only feel the space that Jinsha has rubbed.

Suddenly, a noisy sound filled the ears of the caster. Every grain of golden sand disappeared was a sound, and finally it seemed very chaotic.

The caster brings together all the sounds and sensations in their minds into a vaguely abstract but vivid picture.

"Ah~" "Ah~"

"Ah~ah~"

Countless crows rushed towards the face, awakening the caster from the immersion.

"Ho, ho, ho"

"How about it?"

The caster looked up at the sky, and the clouds that had just been dispersed by the two bottles of golden sand had a tendency to converge again.

"Crows, many crows, they're screaming, screeching, pecking at my sand!"

crow?

Sylvan looked to the sky, as someone who is sensitive to sound, he didn't hear any crows, only the sound of rain and thunder.

"you sure?"

"This is the feedback I got at the last moment when the sand with magic and spirit was swallowed. It can't be wrong."

"This is not a simple black cloud, this is a shadow cast from the inner world! Those crows are probably some kind of terrible demon power, and they can directly swallow the sand of flames. They are definitely very powerful existences."

An older wizard spoke his guess.

"Sure enough, it's a cult, trying to use the power of monsters in the inner world, but it can't have too much influence on us except for the weather, but there may be a carrier of monsters among them, and that shadow monster is a certain possibility."

"But it's not enough to just rely on the rain. They will definitely take action. They dare to take action against a king and blatantly violate the tacit understanding of the transcendent world. In the future."

"Huh? What about you?"

The people in the discussion finally discovered the abnormality of the alchemist, and he became silent from the beginning.

"Cuckoo la la~ la la la~"

The alchemist's bones made a strange sound, his neck twisted, and the magical aura of his body flickered and dimmed. One eye turned strangely to the side, looking at several colleagues around him, that eye was already pale golden.

"It's really, really great to have attached your own spirit to it."

A hoarse and weird voice came out of the alchemist's mouth, and the pupils of everyone around were dilated instantly. Sylvan reacted the fastest, and directly grabbed the alchemist and buckled him to the ground. Quickly draw a spell formation.

But obviously the speed is still a little slower.

The alchemist always carries all kinds of strange things, and quite a few of them can act as explosives. At this moment, many objects on the alchemist burst out with unstable energy.

"boom--"

The flames and rays of light exploded instantly, and Sylvan stretched out his hand to cover the magic block while his pupils contracted violently, and at the same time jumped up quickly, and then the shock wave retreated.

"Boom—"

The powerful explosion shook the entire palace. In the palace, everyone from the servants to the king and ministers panicked. Countless guards were running, and countless people were shouting, thinking that someone had attacked the palace.

The magic power of the Shadow Demon emerged from the stagnant water on the ground, and the water and shadows turned into monsters. The explosion point that rushed to the palace at this moment was also the unstable point of the spell formation.

"Wow woah~~" "Wow woah~~"

Countless shadow monsters rushed towards the palace, making all kinds of weird cries from their mouths, and they felt extremely terrifying just by looking at them.

"Bang" "Bang" "Bang" "Bang".
The troops guarding the palace fired one after another, and the bullets all penetrated through the shadows. There was no effect. Only some explosives were thrown in the past to have some effect on the shadow monsters.

"Sylvan, you ran away from me like a dog, I'll see if you can escape today!"

Shadow Fiend's words echoed in the city, and it also reminded Sylvan of what happened in the Blue Moon Forest.

"Sure enough, it's you! Was it swallowed by the original monster?"

"Devouring? Maybe!"

The shadow demon's form was wrapped in endless shadows, and countless crows flew out of the dark clouds in the sky, turned into a huge fist, and slammed into the Ilhan Palace.

"Hand over the holy relic, I can spare King Ilhan from dying!"

"Boom—"

A strong impact erupted in that corner again, and the entire palace and surrounding buildings had a strong sense of shaking.

Sylvan's right hand and half of his body were burned and injured, but he was still far from losing his combat effectiveness. He took out his magic flute, and a magic song came out. The rain around the palace was distorted, and countless shadows were directly shattered. , turned into an ink-like liquid and fell.

"Shadow Demon, I'm not what I used to be. You will only kill yourself when you come to my home court!"

Sylvan put on the ring again, thinking about the sacrifice to be offered in his heart, and at the same time, the magic power on his body was constantly increasing, and the blood flowing out of his body was suspended, attached to the magic flute, and turned the flute into blood.

The song turned into a sad atmosphere, and the invisible breaths pierced through the rain to form ghost-like existences, rushing back the huge shadow monsters, and rushing in the direction of the shadow demon's voice.

"If you only have this ability, I can deal with you without the Dilga!"

Although I heard Mulan said that the other party has reservations, but with the huge magic array bonus of the palace backing, plus the holy relic and the magic flute in hand, Sylvan has the confidence to try hard with the shadow demon, otherwise the king will be there. Not good looking either.

The infinite sense of power emerging from holding the holy relic also made Sylvan's confidence expand rapidly.

"Lord Sylvan, don't be fooled—"

The voice belonging to Mulan Jones came from a distance at this moment, but it seemed to be a step too late, instead it distracted Sylvan for a moment.

The moment Sylvin walked out of the range, the puddles with rainwater around the entire palace instantly turned black, and Sylvan instantly felt a sense of weightlessness under his feet, and the whole person fell.

At this moment, Sylvan's pupils shrank violently at the moment of dilation, and the surging magic turned into chains and threw it towards the palace.

"Whoo--come down--"

"what--"

Sylvan felt a strong sense of drag on his left foot. He kept bursting with magic power and struggled hard. The inner world was reflected in the black ink-like rain.

"Ugh-"

A distant voice came from the other direction of the city, and a golden-blue light shot up into the sky. Mulan stood on the dragon-shaped Silias, dashed through the air and rushed towards the palace.

(End of this chapter)