Uncle here isn't your average office worker!

Just as Roy was about to quickly search his memory for all the collectibles related to the Witch King's Tower, he suddenly choked up.

Do I even need to search for that? That thing is so famous!

"The Witch King's Whirlwind".

A crimson light blazed brightly, instantly engulfing the entire hospital.

P.S.: My birthday is in three days too.

I received a message from 1999 today that I won a test qualification! They're also starting their third closed beta test on April 14th, the same day as my birthday. I'm really looking forward to 1999's English dubbing; it's rare to find a mobile game with such a charming English dub, and I've heard the story is great. I'll give it a try.

Volume 1: Chapter 207 The City of Exile, Blackwood

No one could remain unmoved by what they saw.

When Roy opened his eyes, what came into view was no longer the empty hospital, but an unknown sky shrouded in scarlet.

The air was filled with the smell of decay, as if the door to a long-neglected basement had suddenly been opened. Countless dust and wood chips flew up with the incoming air, floating in the air like tiny, indistinct mosquitoes, or the numbing smoke of gunpowder on a battlefield.

Beneath the blood-red sky, as far as Roy could see, a sinister tower stood amidst a city under construction. As twilight descended, the blood-red sky seemed to solidify into flowing liquid, casting an eerie glow over the Letanian-style building, making it appear like an entrance to a dark world, drawing in any innocent gaze that turned towards it, and leading evil and blasphemy down to earth. Around it, at the edge of the city, a thick, crimson mist filled every corner, obscuring the view of the space beyond its boundaries.

"This is the Witch King's tower."

A heavy female voice echoed in Roy's ears, recounting the history of the towering structure before him. Roy turned his head; the Queen, dressed in a pale purple gown, gazed solemnly and dignifiedly at the majestic tower that soared into the clouds, its spire no longer visible. A hint of unease lingered in her usually composed voice.

“We always thought his ambitions were yet to be realized, but we never imagined that we had all underestimated him. The Witch King’s magical skills have reached a level we can hardly imagine, and he has extended his tower (tentacles) into a completely new space.”

Roy paused, not questioning the Queen's words. She was the one who had actually climbed the Witch King's Tower, and she was the most qualified to say whether that building, which could almost be called a castle, could still be called a tower. Moreover, if Roy wasn't mistaken, the thing that had pulled them into this strange space was the inexplicably activated negative collectible in the hospital—the [Witch King's Whirlwind].

Space—the word does sound somewhat fantastical, but this wasn't the first time Roy had encountered spells or powers related to space in Terra. Whether it was Ya's illusory visions, Xi's painted world, or even the seemingly lower-level Sarkaz lich's elaborate spatial rift creation to preserve his life casket, all these examples demonstrate that in Terra, the development and utilization of space far exceeded the imagination of ordinary people.

I just didn't expect that the Witch King was also proficient in spatial magic.

"That also explains why he was able to wipe out all the residents of the entire city overnight, leaving no trace except for the smell of blood."

Roy glanced at the Queen and saw her thoughtful expression, guessing that she was probably thinking of something similar.

Originally, they thought the reason there was a bloody smell at the empty scene was because the Witch King had somehow completely pulverized the victims along with their bodies. But now it seems that they were probably just dragged into the city, and the faint bloody smell was just a leak and remnant of the bloody smell that permeated the city.

He understood the connection, but the most crucial issue wasn't there. Roy instinctively turned his head to look at the woman beside him who had once defeated the Witch King, and asked:

"It seems we've fallen into some kind of trap and are stuck. Do you have any ideas on how to get out?"

"Yes." The Queen nodded, paused, and then added, "But not entirely."

Roy nearly cursed aloud, staring wide-eyed at the Queen's face, and reached for the sword at his waist.

That's why the people of Terran are so frustrating when they speak, especially the most important ones. What kind of situation is this? Is the Witch King some kind of pushover? You're already trapped, and you still have to use this riddle-like method to make me guess the answer?

In Roy's opinion, instead of hiding things like this, you should just be omniscient and reveal the answer directly; that would better demonstrate your ease and competence.

Otherwise, buddy, I was brought in with all my gear this time, and you don't have the Queen's Voice to support you. I'll teach you a lesson!

Perhaps realizing that her casual joke to ease the tension had backfired, the Queen this time explained directly:

"As I just said, the purpose of the Witch King in building Violet City was to create a super magic fortress with five towers. Since it is a magic fortress, there must be a casting unit. In order to maintain this space that is independent of reality and expand it to an area the size of a city, the core of this casting unit must be so huge that it cannot be concealed at all."

"In other words, the answer doesn't actually require any thought. Anyone with even a little knowledge of Originium Arts can conclude that the key to breaking through this space and leaving lies in the Witch King's Tower in the city center."

The tower, its crumbling walls bearing the marks of time, silently testifies to its former glory and splendor. In Letania, when the Witch King had just ascended to the throne, to have a symbolic tower standing in one's city was an unparalleled honor. However, after that ascension, it began to become eerie and elusive, forbidding anyone from approaching. Even though no one lived within its walls, one could still sense a gaze emanating from its summit, sweeping across the entire city.

The tower within the crimson space, after the death of its master, had become a wellspring of powerful magical energy. This magical energy permeated every corner of the tower, forming an eerie force field. Every nightfall, the black vines entwined around the tower seemed to come alive, writhing and baring their claws, tightly imprisoning the tower.

The tower's doors were ajar, its interior pitch black. The silent, winding corridors led to a faint, flickering light. One couldn't help but suspect that it was yet another mysterious, unseen magical power created by the Witch King, gathering uncontrollably after his departure, lurking in the shadows, waiting for an opportunity to spread its master's madness and depravity throughout the world.

Roy walked through the city. The city under construction seemed to be silently resisting. The sounds of construction and the echoes of hammers tried to dispel the terrifying atmosphere emanating from the gloomy ancient castle, yet Roy did not see a single active resident. The sounds of construction always maintained a certain distance from Roy, and no matter how hard he chased, he could not see them. The blood-red sky seemed to be an insurmountable magical barrier, separating the tower from the city, and the city from outsiders, preventing the city from ever escaping this evil aura.

To ease the oppressive atmosphere, Roy spoke up, "What's the name of that city that was banished here by the Witch King's magic?"

The Empress's tense body relaxed slightly upon hearing this, as if she had found an outlet for her emotions. Without any affectation or reserve, she replied:

"That was the territory of a grand duke, a prosperous city. We called it—Hessen."

Volume 1: Chapter 208 Three Seats Remaining

The abandoned land, Black Forest. At the top of the tower.

The warlock, dressed in tattered robes, sat silently on his throne, his eyes devoid of any spirit.

Not far in front of him, a massive magic circle that almost filled the entire space struggled to release a ghostly blue light. However, without the support of the caster, the faint light of the magic circle could only grow weaker and weaker until it slowly disappeared.

The entire room suddenly darkened, and the entire tower fell silent as well. The knights and guards who had suddenly changed since entering the room, becoming puppets or monsters, now stood there like marionettes without their puppeteers, pale-faced and expressionless.

Teuton wiped the blood from his face, the pain causing him to wince and gasp for breath. While keeping an eye on the mutants who had stopped attacking, he raised his hand and managed to cast a simple fire spell with his badly damaged staff.

The blazing fireball flew toward the tattered sorcerer on the throne, encountering no resistance and easily igniting the sorcerer's clothes and body. The flames emitted a foul, greasy smell and a chilling crackling sound. The sorcerer, devoid of spirit, offered no resistance, but Teuton dared not relax for a moment. Only when the sorcerer had completely turned to ashes did he finally let out a long sigh of relief, putting his heart, which had been in his throat, back into his stomach.

"We won!"

He couldn't help but be moved.

After being forcibly dragged into this eerie crimson space, he was separated from Roy and the Queen. However, in terms of mastery of Originium Arts and understanding of Letania, he was not much weaker than the Queen, and easily discovered the city's anomalies.

Based on the investigation conducted by his entourage and the members of his personal guard who had been drawn into the area, he quickly confirmed the fact, though it was hard to believe—the city under construction was undoubtedly the cursed city of Blackwood, where the Witch King had erased all life as if with an eraser.

The real Black Forest still exists, and it has now been repopulated and revitalized. Therefore, a more accurate description of it is a one-to-one replica of the Black Forest city, located in a small area maintained by a large spatial spell.

Having figured out where he was, as a skilled Originium Arts master, deciphering the city's magical support points was a piece of cake. Between finding the Queen and Roy first, and heading to the tower to destroy the support points and find a way back to reality, he resolutely chose the latter.

Roy and the Queen are both intelligent people. Even if Roy doesn't know much about Letania, the Queen will surely see the true state of the city and find the tower as the key to escape. Therefore, instead of searching for them, it's better to head directly to the tower; we're bound to run into them along the way.

Moreover, the Teutonic Elector also had some personal motives.

If he finds the exit first, it means he has the initiative in this Witch King's Secret Realm. At that time, not only will the Empress's ability to leave be in his hands, but even if he lets the Empress leave openly, he can still gain a huge favor from her!

In politics, personal connections are capital, and the greatest kind of capital at that.

As for Roy, the Kazimierz people have always disregarded Originium Arts. In ancient times, Kazimierz knights were even ashamed to use Originium Arts. Roy's counter-mind-reading spell was taught by the Queen, so his Originium Arts skills are naturally not very high. There's no need to worry that he'll get out of this prison before me. In that case, he'll still have to rely on me.

In the mind of a shrewd man like Teuton, danger naturally meant opportunity. This encounter, though unexpected, presented him with a godsend, allowing him to achieve two goals at once: gaining the Empress's favor and simultaneously winning over the Alliance of the Undead. It was a win-win situation, killing two birds with one stone...

"I certainly can't say those happy words now."

There was no response from his side. The Grand Election Emperor forced himself to take heavy steps, reached out and placed his hand on the shoulder of his personal guard, who was standing not far away in a deathly silence.

The guards did not react at all. Their faces were as pale as paper, and their once resolute pupils were now just whites. Under their tattered masks, their dark purple lips were tightly closed, and their chests were no longer rising and falling.

The tower's terror exceeded his expectations. Even though he was accompanied by his most elite personal guards and had made all the necessary preparations, more than half of his guards were instantly stripped of their self-awareness and drew their swords at their companions without warning when he stepped into the room.

The mastermind behind all this, the sorcerer who claimed to be a descendant of the Witch King, dressed in tattered robes and whose age was unknown, had vanished into thin air, yet the lives of his personal guards had not been restored. All of this served as a stark reminder to Teuton that this was not an illusion, and the price he had paid was far too high.

The soldier's figure began to fade, as if swallowed and assimilated by the red mist spreading in the air. Teuton was forced to release his grip, watching his personal guard, whom he had personally selected and trained, depart from his side, and silently mourned from the bottom of his heart:

"Friedrich, may you always be at peace."

Only when his figure completely faded away, becoming a part of the city that could be heard but not seen, did he turn around and walk to the deepest part of the room.

With a flick of his hand, Teuton brushed away the last remaining dust from the throne and picked up the books that were placed on it.

Just now, when he was fighting to the death with his personal guards and the sorcerer in the robes, that sorcerer was holding this book and released that strange spell, turning nearly half of his personal guards into his puppets.

If it weren't for his last warrior beside him, Friedrich, realizing something was wrong and resolutely taking up his shield to shield him, the one being mourned at this moment would have been him, the great Elector.

This book must contain some of the Witch King's secrets.

Teuton gripped the leather cover, hesitant to open it rashly. He was a discerning man, aware of some of the secrets of Terra, some of which, simply by knowing about them, would attract its attention, corrupt it, and trigger a chain reaction. He wouldn't readily read the book himself until he was certain it was safe.

"The Witch King wanted to build five towers in Violet City. If this strange Black Forest City corresponds to Violet City, then there are also five towers here."

"This is the first one. There are four more to come."

He stood atop the tower, looking out through the observation deck at the other four towering structures looming in and out of the crimson mist.

Suddenly, a golden light shattered the wall of another tower and shot into the sky.

Teuton paused for a second, then a slight smile appeared on his lips: "Looks like there are three left."

Volume 1: Chapter 209 You're actually a master of space magic?

"Be careful. Although we haven't encountered any traps along the way, this is, after all, inside the Witch King's Tower. No one can say for sure if he has set up any backup plans."

Standing outside the main gate at the top of the tower, the Queen spoke, slightly out of breath. Her mind had been on edge the entire journey, and she was now quite exhausted. However, her current position didn't allow her to stop and rest, so she could only continue to concentrate, casually reminding Roy beside her.

"I understand."

As Roy spoke, he ignored the Queen's questioning gaze, conjured a thick raincoat out of thin air, and handed it to the Queen beside him.

He trusted the Queen's experience. If the person or thing in this last room was indeed related to the Witch King, then the Queen, who had personally defeated the Witch King's true form, certainly had the right to speak on the matter. He didn't intend to leave any room for maneuver; as soon as he sensed danger, he would immediately use any available modules and collectibles to ensure absolute safety.

However, the confined environment of the tower is clearly different from the open plains of the White Wave River on the border of Uka. It does not support the use of large-scale destructive modules like [Stella!]. One wrong move and you could blow yourself up, and even Chongyue wouldn't be able to save you. In this space, there is only thick red fog in the sky, and no sun, which means that the divine weapon, the Holy Sword of the Sun, will be banned directly.

To maximize the power of modules that work in this space, including the Last Knight module, the Bounty Hunter A's Power module, and the Heavy Mountain module, Roy's best choice is melee weapons. It's not that he can't use the Stranger module for ranged attacks; it's just that the Stranger's current strength is simply insignificant compared to the other warlock present.

So Roy escaped from the Scale-Catching Raincoat and handed it over to the Queen beside him.

“Here you go, madam. This is the scale-catching raincoat. With it, you will be able to evade any long-range attacks aimed at you.”

"Catch...catch the scaled raincoat?"

Perhaps because she was used to it, or perhaps because Roy wasn't a Letanian, the Queen didn't pay any attention to Roy's slightly disrespectful way of addressing her. Instead, she accepted the thick raincoat from Roy's hands with a puzzled look.

He had seen the Iberian Scaled Raincoat before. Although Iberia had fallen to a lower-middle-ranking power on Terra, their ancestors had once been powerful, even achieving the feat of sailing a fleet across half the land to attack Letania before the Great Tranquility. Because of this historical connection, Letania had never ceased its research into the history and customs of Iberia before the Great Tranquility.

This simple, handmade waterproof clothing worn by the old Iberians when fishing at sea bears some resemblance to the straw raincoat of the Yan Kingdom. However, it is lighter and better suited to cope with the unpredictable weather at sea. But in any case, this ancient clothing can only be considered a "crystallization of human wisdom" and has nothing to do with "avoiding long-range attacks" as Roy mentioned.

Moreover, where did Roy just pull this raincoat out from?

This is clearly not a small item that can be put in a pocket or trouser pocket. This is such a heavy garment, as tall as a person. Where does he usually keep it?