My future is invincible?

Chapter 265 The Axemen Take Their Positions
Holy Cliff City.

This is a city built on a cliff.

The cliffs are predominantly a pristine white, with sections of the cliff face protruding like blades, creating a visually imposing effect. The royal city, built around the mountain, forms a ring of encircling structures, making it exceptionally magnificent and telling people that this is not a spectacle that could have emerged from normal medieval productivity.

Rather, it is a product of extraordinary grace.

As the royal city.

He is the leader of the various forces of light on the mainland.

Holy Cliff City is situated on the border between the forces of darkness and light. Due to its treacherous terrain and strategic location, the forces of darkness on the other side of the flat plains must pass through here to invade. This place has become the front line of the battle between the two forces for many years.

Therefore, the war between light and darkness often breaks out.

The basic process is as follows.

The Holy Cliff City issued a group battle notice, calling on everyone to bring their own food and start a group battle. Then, blood flowed like rivers under the Holy Cliff City. If the battle went well, they would launch a fierce counterattack and drive the evil orcs to a more barren area. If the battle went badly, or even if the Holy Cliff City was breached, then the forces of light would be shattered and temporarily fall into a period of decline.

Because the gods have always suppressed the demons.

Generally speaking, even if Holy Cliff City falls, you can still reclaim it by chance by calling on a white-bearded mage and a group of miscellaneous people to complete some RPG-style quest.

And recently.

Dark forces are stirring.

A terrifying darkness is suspected to be resurfacing in the remote and impoverished borderlands. Astrologers foresee an impending war. The father is neglecting his duties and indulging in his love for men, leaving Joan of Arc to travel far and wide, contacting various forces to prepare for a decisive blow against the dark forces in the capital.

The happiest thing is nothing more than...

Grand Duke Lan, who has spent years adventuring in the barbarian-infested border regions, has also returned.

When the news reached Holy Cliff City, the entire city became lively and festive. Even though they knew war was coming, the residents and the defense forces were full of confidence.

It seemed that as long as Grand Duke Lan Yi was around, there would be no problem.

They haven't even arrived at Holy Cliff City yet.

Just from afar on the dirt road in the plains, a sacred white figure could be glimpsed, and along the roadside, a procession arrived to welcome Duke Lan Yi back to the city, including even high-ranking generals.

Lan Yi's urge to complain about this reached its peak.

Putting aside the fact that Lan Wudi has the same reputation as the savior, does that cheap king really care so much? Your generals, your daughter, and your subjects have all come out to welcome the Grand Duke. Even if this Grand Duke is your brother, shouldn't you wake up from your chastity complex?

Or are you saying you don't want the crown anymore?

"Uncle, why do you look unhappy?"

Immersed in this high-spirited scene, Joan of Arc changed her mount and boarded the carriage, only to find Lan Yi expressionless, calmly reclining on his side in the seat.

“Joan of Arc, have you ever thought that all your efforts to protect Holy Cliff City are meaningless? As long as the gods decide, Holy Cliff City will be recaptured no matter what, and the human settlements on the other side will fall no matter what.”

Joan of Arc clearly had not considered such a question.

The logic of a thinking entity is relatively simple.

Piety was a characteristic of Joan of Arc.

"All of this is a test from the gods. As long as we serve them devoutly and keep our hearts turned toward the light, the gods will eventually give us the answer."

At this moment, Lan Yi finally found the feeling of the characters speaking in the plot.

Arguing is pointless. Everything in the virtual layer is perfect compared to reality, except for the imperfect thought entity, which makes the entire virtual world look incredibly fake.

The other people, Blue Old Demon, didn't know.

But if it were just myself, I wouldn't feel any attachment to such a world. Perhaps only a split personality could become so intoxicated by it that I couldn't extricate myself.

"I'll take a nap first, and we'll talk when I'm going to see the princess." Lan Yi suddenly lost interest in talking and casually grabbed a pillow and covered her face.

“Okay…wait? Why is it the Queen?” Joan of Arc asked, puzzled.

Joan of Arc's expression then changed drastically.

Could it be that……

That Sword Princess was actually sent by her uncle to seduce her father, deliberately causing him to neglect state affairs, and then preparing to take the throne based on her own prestige.
No, I must tell my father about this immediately.

Believing she had discovered the truth, Joan of Arc made an excuse midway, jumped off the carriage, and rode off towards the palace. Lan Yi had witnessed her niece's departure and the dramatic changes in her expression; as for what Joan of Arc was imagining, it was easy to guess.

As for what happens next...

Let the story unfold on its own.

royal palace.

When Joan of Arc rushed back to the palace and found her father, she almost fainted. She saw her once wise and mighty father now squatting on the ground like a groveling dog, breathing on a pair of crystal shoes, which were said to have been taken off by the Sword Queen that morning.

Very fresh! Very hot! Very delicious!!
"Little Joan of Arc, you're back! How is my brother? Has he slain a few more dragons? Or killed a few more demons?"

The king, not ashamed but proud, stuck the crystal shoe on his face, looking blissfully blissful.

"Father, what are you doing? Tongue! Take your tongue back!" Joan of Arc shouted, wishing she could whip her father with the flag.

"That's called taste. What does a little girl like you know?"

"Many generals, including the one from the Imperial Guard, went out to greet you today, Uncle."

"Hmm, very good, second son did a good job." The king nodded in approval.

"Even the townspeople have all gone out; they are welcoming my uncle with the rites due to a king! The rites due to a king!"

"The second son has prestige, that's good. We'll entrust him with everything from now on in resisting the dark races." The king was even more satisfied.

"The Sword Queen might have been sent by my uncle!" Joan of Arc was furious.

"Oh? When did the second brother find out I have this kind of taste... cough cough, well, he did a good job. During the private banquet later, you can say a few words to him for me. Don't be so blatant in the future. It's embarrassing if everyone knows."

"He wants to be king!"

“This crown is so heavy, I really don’t want to wear it anymore. Could you ask the second son for me when he wants to ascend the throne? I’ll send him the crown and badge.”

Joan of Arc's eyes were filled with despair.

How did my own father become like this?
Disheartened, Zhen De, who had chosen to leave, spoke in a desolate tone.

"Then I'll be going. You can continue licking the shoes. Oh, by the way, Uncle said he's going to meet the Sword Princess, and he's ahead of you in line."

Joan of Arc, who had just turned around, was startled by the loud thunder behind her!

"What?! How can this be? This is absolutely unacceptable! Joan of Arc, you, go and get three hundred axemen in position, I'm going to chop down the second son!"

(End of this chapter)