I created the Anomaly Control Bureau

Chapter 703 700. His Majesty the Caster

The Rama Palace was not as magnificent as outsiders imagined. Instead, the pale grey walls gave off an extremely solemn atmosphere. The milky white steps did not have any noble aura and looked more like a road leading to a place of execution.

This scene is consistent with Marx's current situation.

This young man from the countryside is standing in front of the steps. Although he is not wearing any shackles, there are strange stone slabs with various mysterious patterns engraved on them floating beside him.

Dozens of different restraining forces were exerted on him in various ways.

At the same time, there were four fully armed Silent Ones following him, and further away stood eight palace guards who could chop off Marn's head at any time. And outside his sight, there were two shadow mages in black robes.

And in the dark, there are many caretakers hidden that Maan cannot detect at all.

"Go in." The voice of the palace guard was like the whistling mountain wind.

Ma En walked to the door and all the guards were looking at him, but they all stopped several meters away from the steps, as if they all had an inexplicable awe of the palace.

Maan pulled open the heavy black metal plate.

The scene that came into his eyes surprised him a little.

A door curtain made of countless golden threads blocked his view. The threads were not intertwined with each other, nor were they entangled together by anything. They were just scattered behind the door.

Maan lifted the silk thread and walked in.

More threads, more dazzling gold.

The palace behind the door curtain was like the nest of some giant spider, with dazzling golden threads everywhere, covering every angle that Marn could see. Even the ground was covered with golden threads, like thick snow.

"Your Majesty the Caster?" he asked puzzledly.

A crisp knocking sound came from right in front of him.

One, two, three...

This sound pointed the direction to Marne like a bell, allowing him to step over the obstacles made of golden threads and keep moving forward. As he got closer and closer to the place where the knocking sound came from...

A black shadow appeared behind the golden thread.

The black shadow was holding a hammer in his right hand, continuously striking the golden thread in front of him.

Every time the hammer fell, the struck silk thread glowed red, as if it were metal that was instantly heated to a high temperature, but Maan did not feel any change in temperature.

As if noticing the visitor, the shadow of the Caster raised his head.

A solemn and majestic voice filled the entire palace:

"I heard you brought back the princess's body."

Ma En opened his mouth, wanting to explain the situation.

But what came out of his throat was indeed the roar of a giant dragon.

Then, Ma En felt that most parts of his body began to heat up. If someone marked these hot areas, they would feel that the irregular patterns looked like some kind of liquid poured on Ma En's body.

Countless sharp little pieces were moving under Marn's skin, ready to pop out at any time.

At this time, Ma En suddenly understood how the princess turned into a dragon. This was some kind of curse that could continue to spread, and the princess might not even be the dragon's first victim.

Maan's fate was clear. He would transform into a dragon in front of the Caster, and then be killed easily by the intruding palace guards with extremely fast efficiency...

boom.

A crisp knocking sound rang out, shattering all imaginations of possibilities.

silence.

The dragon blood that was boiling in Maen's body suddenly quieted down as if it had encountered a natural enemy, and instantly retracted into the deepest part of his body, avoiding the dangerous creature that made this sound. "Blood stain." The Caster said majestically, "The Pioneer died at its hands, and his daughter also died under this curse. It is a death that fits his character very well."

Ma En exhaled deeply, feeling his body calm down again.

The forger's majestic voice was tinged with sarcasm:

“The blood stain should have been lost among the dragons for a long time, but I once warned the pioneer not to let the dragon blood fall on himself, and he obviously didn’t listen to me.

"If he had just been a little more careful, he wouldn't have fallen for it."

From the tone of the caster, Ma En could feel that the other party didn't seem to care much about his brother's life or death.

The Caster continued:

"What's even more stupid is that he brought his daughter with him, which should be the main reason for his complete death. Although both father and daughter are complete bastards, I have to admit...

"He really loves his daughter."

Having said this, the Caster raised his head and looked at Maen who had recovered:

"You thought I would be angry?"

Ma En has realized that the attitude of the caster is different from what he imagined:

"That's what I thought."

The Caster's tone was a little more contemptuous:

"The Blazers are my brothers - he spread that rumor himself, knowing I wouldn't care about it and he was just trying to cover up his true identity.

"The Trailblazer is just one of my mediocre creations."

The caster paused in his hammering and looked behind Marn:

"I don't really care if he dies. What really matters is the string in front of you.

“Even in my past and future, it is a masterpiece that can be ranked fourth.”

Ma En, who was somewhat confused, asked tentatively:

"What are these threads?"

The caster hiding behind the silk thread smiled:

"To be precise, this isn't entirely my work. The guy who created it is dead. I'm just perfecting this terrible weapon, but I've modified it enough to be called a creation.

“And the Rama Empire outside is the plate I forged to hold this masterpiece.

"As for the pioneers, they are just patterns on the plate at best."

Ma En didn't quite understand why the caster said this:

"Then why did you go to save the princess?"

The caster nodded slightly:

“You asked the right question. Although the pioneer is just a pattern on the plate, it is also a very important pattern. His death does not matter to me, but I need a successor.

“That’s why I need his daughter, who has also been trained to be a new pioneer.

"But now that she is dead, I will not punish you. I am different from the pioneers. I am not a tyrant. I will still fulfill your wish, but after all, it was you who brought her body back.

"Is it not too much to ask you to make a small compensation?"

Maan asked:

“What compensation?”

The Caster said:

"The Rama Empire needs a ruler. You are now very similar to the pioneer I first met. You are both kind-hearted, brave and strong young men. As long as you agree, I can make you the new king.

"In addition to power and wealth, I can also give you power, power comparable to that of a pioneer.

"How about it? Are you willing to 'stay' here?"