Bone King: Welcome the Birth of the King.

Chapter 460 'Butler' Imralis Tang Zheng's Unusual Discovery

Step out of the top-floor palace of the Starshine Watchtower.

Imralis, with shoulder-length white curly hair and dressed in a gray and black robe, descended the spiral staircase.

The footsteps seemed to have been measured with a ruler; the distance and angle of each step, and even the sound of walking, were exactly the same.

"My God Spiral"

It is the only passage connecting the twelve-story palace-style watchtower.

The surrounding walls are not of the same style; the upper part is obsidian that gleams with a cold light, while the lower part is a pale white boulder.

The interlaced reliefs, featuring starlight, clouds, and branches, are dazzling and stunning. Elegance and cold hardness are combined together, creating an eerie coexistence of coldness and vitality!

"God King..."

Imralis whispered with worship and fervor, referring to the watchtower, which he had seen countless times and which appeared to be a perfectly sculpted whole.

He still couldn't imagine how the god-kings built it.

Only the supreme power of the God-King can be attributed to it!
Imralis quickened his pace; several guardians were waiting for him.

There is a special item called the "Guild Ring," which allows you to move freely throughout the entire Sky City.

As a star watchtower capable of detecting and mobilizing a portion of the power of "Sky City," it can also be freely entered.

Originally, only eight supreme and great god-kings possessed this power; however, in…

Imralis seemed to recall something, his shoulders twitched, and the seed of fear hidden deep within him sprouted instantly.

As an automaton race, Imralis possesses a natural resistance to mental nullification and should not be affected by emotions such as fear.

however.

That horrific upheaval was also a "disaster," it destroyed everything...

Imralis suppressed his chaotic thoughts.

In short.

Currently, only Guardians can wear the "Guild Ring," and there is a restriction that it must be removed once you leave "Sky City."

This is because this matter caused unrest due to negligence!

Even though that trouble didn't even rank among the many upheavals, he still remembered it.

therefore.

Even with his special status, he did not receive this honor.

Imralis could only get to the meeting place on foot.

The palace gates came into view.

Those were two doors, nearly ten meters high, inlaid with dark metal and golden agate. Just standing in front of the doors, one could feel a powerful and surging divine force.

The construction of such a magnificent and towering structure was not merely to demonstrate the supreme status and honor of the god-kings.

Among the eight god-kings, there is one who is very tall. If the gate were built to be shorter, that god-king would not be able to pass through.

And this God-King!
It was the creator of Imralis—the "Ten-Armed Giant God-King".

Boom—thump—

Imralis stepped forward, but before he could push it open, the magnificent door inlaid with gold and agate suddenly swung open.

A figure exuding a powerful aura came into view!
"Master Guardian!"

Imralis quickly turned to the side, his spine tilting at a perfect 15-degree angle, enough to show respect without appearing obsequious.

"kindness."

A calm yet authoritative response rang out.

The powerful guardian strode away without pausing for a moment.

Imralis didn't get up again until the other person had walked some distance away, suppressing his doubts, and walked into the conference hall.

The floor of the conference palace.

It was paved with polished bronze plates, and covered with a large area of ​​silver-white fur of some kind of monster, located at the conference table in the center of the hall.

Another layer covered it: a carpet made of dragon scales peeled from the bodies of the extremely rare white dragon kings who had been slaughtered.

It's the ordinary kind of Dragon King.

The true dragon king is extremely valuable, its entire body is a treasure, and even the most extravagant person would not use the true dragon king's scales as a carpet.

snort!
The arrogant dragons only deserve to be trampled underfoot by the god-kings.

The thought crossed Imralis's mind, and seeing the only figure in the conference hall, he quickly stepped forward.

“Guardian!” Imralis bowed in return, speaking respectfully.

"Oh, it's the butler."

Gros Horned Awkward leaned back in his chair, holding a crystal glass filled with a bright red liquid, and raised his right hand in a greeting:
"How did things go?"

'Butler' is another name for Imralis.

The Ten-Armed God King liked to call it that, and over time, the guardians also started calling it that.

Imralis believes.

This is an unparalleled honor!

Among the many races in this world, the meaning of 'butler' is not much different; it represents a living symbol of an ancient and rigid social hierarchy.

It is not only a “manager” who assists the master, but also has the meaning of “guardian”.

"This is the intelligence that has been relayed back."

The butler, Imralis, stepped forward with measured and humble movements, handing over the scroll containing the intelligence, then took a step back.
"Just in case, a total of two level 80 Hanzo mercenaries and one low-level double phantom were deployed this time."

Gros Horned Angry set down the crystal goblet, leaned forward, and opened the scroll.

It contains information about the Elf King, even down to the details of his personality analysis. It even mentions that the Elf King has a terrible reputation among the many elves.

There are also some matters related to the war with the Slane Theocracy.

In terms of personality.

Gros Horned Wrath examined the scene carefully, recalling the Elf King's personality traits and the information provided by the Frostborn Banshee through her observations.

They correspond to each other!

A satisfied smile appeared on Gros Horn's face.

Due to his professional background, he has a natural ability to judge other people's voices and personalities.

It has now been confirmed that the Elf King is fine!

Other things can be disguised.

The only thing that is difficult to fake is one's personality.

Butler Imralis, using the corner of his eye, noticed the subtle changes in Gros Horned's expression and learned that this information pleased the Guardian.

"Thank you for your hard work, housekeeper."

"It is my honor to receive your praise."

“No need for such modesty.” Gros Horned Angry set down the intelligence scroll in his hand:
"For just gathering intelligence, one mercenary monster is enough. Do you have any considerations?"

"Yes."

The steward, Imralis, bowed respectfully. "The Frostborn Banshee in charge of the forest elves mentioned that their purpose is to use our power."

"The fact that her enemy was the other party's 'daughter' is surprising, but the fact that this forest elf was able to escape shows that her strength is also limited."

"...Yes, this forest elf's daughter is not only stronger than the warning line and needs attention, but she is also from the Slan Theocracy, located in the northwest corner of the continent, in the human region."

“Huh? Daughter?” Gros Horn was surprised.

This is the situation.

He was truly unaware that after capturing the Elf King alive, he handed him over to Imralis for disposal.

He's just a level 70 guy, not worth paying too much attention to.

“Slian…the Kingdom, this place.”

Gros Hornfury recalled, "Doesn't that sound a little familiar?"

…………

The Great Forest of Ivanshchensk.

Night. The body of the dark elf Guomei was discovered two days later. Due to an accidental death, she was also the elder's daughter.

The body was temporarily stored in a treehouse deep within the tribe.

The moonlight was obscured by a wisp of cloud.

The dark elf guerrillas guarding the outskirts of the tribe were completely unaware of the Crowned Butterfly silently flitting overhead.

"Invisibility Scale Powder"

A fine, translucent pink quickly enveloped the King Crown Butterfly and Imina, who was riding on it.

"Infiltration successful!"

A slight smile appeared on Imina's lips.

Following the layout of the Dark Elves' architecture, they quickly found the treehouse where the corpses were stored, which had a zero-powder invisibility effect.

In addition, their strength is close to that of the "Heroic Domain" guerrillas.

Imina slipped into the treehouse unnoticed by any of the dark elves.

The environment was simply decorated.

This is natural.

The village where the dark elves live now was only built recently, and the facilities are quite simple.

This includes not only the dark elves, but also the various other elf villages in the Great Sea of ​​Trees.

Faced with this group of fierce humans from the Church.

The scattered elves were no match for the army, so under Imina's leadership, they gradually gathered together.

In the center of the room,

A wooden bed made of lush green branches and twigs was laid out, upon which lay a pale-skinned, frozen, stiff corpse.

Imina had no idea how the dark elves managed to find fresh green leaves in the dead of winter.

"...Luckily it's winter."

Imina sniffed the lingering stench of decay in the cabin, her nose wrinkling as if trying to block out the nauseating smell.
"I'm sorry to bother you under these circumstances, Miss Guomei."

After confirming that it had not been discovered.

Imina activated the "magical mark" on her body and then waited patiently.

1 minutes.

2 minutes.

Just as Imina was wondering if she should reactivate the "magic mark"...

There was no one around.

Tang Zheng, having deactivated "Ninjutsu: Concealment," appeared out of nowhere, clearly having arrived long beforehand.

"You, you, when did you get here?"

Imina reflexively took a step back, startled. Her eyes narrowed, and she whispered, still shaken:
"Could you...could you say something?"

The fact that this sudden, clandestine action made Imina think, "People can scare each other to death."

"Don't be nervous." Tang Zheng smiled easily. "I've already checked it, so just relax."

"She is the abnormal case you mentioned."

Tang Zheng stared at the corpse of the dark elf Guo Mei, his eyes narrowing almost imperceptibly.

"Yes."

Imina became serious, secretly glanced at Tang Zheng's profile, pursed her lips, and answered respectfully.

Having witnessed Tang Zheng's true power.

Imina placed herself in a lower position, even though the other party was the same as before.

"Please explain in more detail."

Tang Zheng spoke, and at the same time stepped forward to observe carefully.

"Is such that."

Imina said, "Two days ago, the body of the dark elf Guomei was discovered..."

With her explanation, the entire sequence of events quickly became clear.

The dark elf Guomei Mingming had been dead for several days, yet she still appeared in the village and even interacted with many people.

Someone is impersonating Guo Mei!

The dark elves speculated that it was done by the people of the Theocracy.

Imina, however, did not think so. After hearing about this unusual event, she remembered Tang Zheng's instructions and quickly reported it.

"No signs of combat."

"There was no smell of blood or obvious external injuries."

Tang Zheng examined the dark elf's corpse, his nostrils twitching, ignoring the nauseating stench of decay in the air, and commented:
"They were probably killed by magical abilities."

The dark elf before them was an ordinary guerrilla soldier, estimated to be between level 5 and 7.

There are too many spells that could instantly kill her.

Unable to analyze.

Imina's eyes were serious: "They can impersonate others, even mimicking their tone and habits so perfectly that even close friends can't tell the difference."

"It's incredible!"

It's important to understand that elves are born with the talent of "guerrilla fighters," possessing astonishing observational abilities. As their constant companions, it's easy to imagine how difficult it would be to feign innocence in front of these elves.

Imina felt a strange sense of lingering fear.

She felt that if the enemy were hiding right next to her, she probably wouldn't have been able to detect him.

"Tang, do you think that guy is still in the elven tribe?" Imina asked in a tense whisper.

"They should have already left."

"Huh?" Imina was taken aback.

"The fact that the body was found already says something. Even if we can change the identity again, it doesn't seem to make much sense."

Tang Zheng shook his head: "During this period of disguise, the Dark Elf tribe did not show any other abnormalities, which shows that their purpose was to gather intelligence."

A knowing glint flashed in Imina's amber eyes.

"This kind of enemy is too dangerous!"

Imina, with her experience as a former worker, was well aware of the trouble that such a terrifying disguise ability could cause: "The dark elf Guomei should have seen that imposter."

"Tang, you should be able to cast the resurrection spell now?"

Imina's eyes lit up as if she had thought of something.

Resurrect this dark elf?
That is indeed a method.

Tang Zheng's gaze deepened slightly. Activating resurrection magic was nothing more than a trivial matter for him.

only……

"What if this corpse was intentionally discovered?" Tang Zheng turned his head to look at Imina beside him and asked calmly.

Imina's pupils contracted.

"Check it carefully," Tang Zhengdao said.

Imina's expression was tense. She stepped forward and reached out to touch the corpse of the dark elf Guomei. The body was still dressed, so she had to take off the clothes to examine it carefully.

Just about to make a move!

Imina paused in her hand movements, then turned to look at Tang Zheng: "She is a woman."

"Huh?" Tang Zheng looked puzzled.

He then realized what was happening, his lips twitched, and he turned around, his back to the corpse of the dark elf Guomei.

Soon, a rustling sound came from behind.

The other person's clothes were probably frozen stiff, and Imina didn't want to cause too much damage, so dealing with them was a bit difficult.

(End of this chapter)