Uncle here isn't your average office worker!

Roy would rather fight a boss than lose his hair solving riddles filled with foreign references and knowledge.

The Queen nodded, gazing at the majestic tower that pierced the clouds like a pillar supporting the sky, and cautioned, "Don't let your guard down. We haven't seen Teuton himself yet. It's possible he's inside that tower, or..."

The Queen paused, and Roy knew what she meant. It was possible that the Teutonic Elector had already fallen in the earlier towers. The death of an Elector was destined to bring a massive political storm to Letania.

"Don't worry, I will protect you and Rhodes Island when the time comes. You have nothing to do with this."

Seemingly to prevent Roy from having any concerns, the Queen made a special promise.

Roy was somewhat embarrassed, because this incident couldn't be said to be entirely unrelated to him. If he hadn't discovered the suspected Witch King's Horn hidden in the hospital, this space might not have been suddenly triggered, thus involving the three of them.

However, he did not refuse the Queen's assurance. After all, Roy could hardly help but worry about Rhodes Island's situation, which remained outside the island. After he, the Queen, and the Elector disappeared, Skadi was alright, but Yoruichi and Margaret were probably in dire straits. There was little Roy could do now but pray that they were safe while trying to find a way out as soon as possible.

The closer they got to the last tower, the more difficult it became to clear the way through the red mist. Eventually, they could barely see anything within five meters of each other. The Empress tried to manipulate the air to create a strong wind to disperse the red mist around her, but no matter how fierce the wind howled, the mist only churned and showed no sign of dispersing.

The Queen tried to increase her intensity, but a familiar voice rang out from the distant mist:

"Don't waste your energy. Walk about ten more steps and you'll reach the vicinity of the tower. There's no fog here."

That was indeed the voice of the Teutonic Elector. Roy turned around and confirmed his guess from the Queen's expression.

"Are there any traces of magic? Can you confirm it's really you?"

The most common plot in horror movies is to deceive the protagonist by impersonating someone familiar, and Roy, of course, wouldn't let his guard down. But the Queen, contrary to her cautious attitude, nodded and answered very confidently:

“It was him. The Elector Marquis added his own magic to the voice just now, and I could feel it.”

"Moreover, even if someone can mimic his spells, we must move forward and defeat him."

As the empress spoke, she tightened the scale-catching raincoat around her body and walked forward.

Ten steps passed in the blink of an eye, and the open space before them suddenly opened up, revealing a majestic magical tower standing atop the ground like a pointer to the heavens. The tower was crafted from a unique source stone material, its surface shimmering with a faint purple light. This light made the tower stand out even amidst the impenetrable red mist, like a dazzling jewel in the dark starry sky. Ancient magical runes were carved into the tower's walls. The Tower of Letania was not only a symbol of power and the abode of wizards, but also a massive source stone conduit. These runes, drawn by the Wizard King, alone could guide and manipulate the surrounding source stone energy, endowing the tower with boundless power.

This wasn't just an introduction, but Roy's genuine experience. The instant their steps crossed the red mist and entered the tower's perimeter, just as the Teutonic Elector had said, the surrounding environment suddenly opened up. The red mist seemed to have encountered an invisible barrier, perfectly blocking it from the area outside the tower. However, as visibility improved, danger immediately followed. A flash of crimson light appeared atop the tower, and countless bolts of lightning struck directly towards the Queen. The leader of the Letanian sorcerers, prepared, raised her hands, the necklace around her neck radiating a dazzling light, and an egg-shaped protective shield instantly enveloped her entire body.

This is one of her backup plans, an emergency spell that can be activated automatically or manually, ensuring that warlocks who are not good at melee combat will not suffer heavy damage in the first wave of enemy attacks.

However, the next second, something happened that left him and the ragged Grand Election Emperor speechless.

The thousands of lightning bolts, which had clearly locked onto her as their target, seemed to suddenly lose their way in a flash, tangling together in the sky. The raging lightning, like a child who had lost their beloved toy, transformed from a symbol of punishment into wildly flailing arms, and the booming thunder into the child's wailing. After countless confirmations that they could not find their target, these seemingly sentient spells began to split and fire recklessly. Some struck the earth, turning into thunderclaps that sent shards flying. Some soared into the sky, bursting into a brief burst of light amidst the red mist and clouds. Some struck the Elector, who appeared to have already suffered, his exposed skin, covered by tattered cloth, bearing traces of charring, causing Teuton to flee in disbelief. Still others charged directly at the caster of the spells—the white figure standing atop the terrace of the towering tower.

The Caprini girl with long silver hair, a descendant of the Witch King whom Roy had personally defeated.

Faced with the surging lightning, whose power had not diminished but had become even more violent, the girl's expression suddenly changed. She seemed to recall some extremely unpleasant memory, and her eyes even showed a hint of fear. As a result, her first reaction was not to cast a spell to defend herself, but to subconsciously squat down and cover her head.

Just as the lightning was about to strike the girl, in an instant, the iconic spiral horn above her head emitted a faint light, the tower was activated, and a light barrier was released to block the lightning.

In the blink of an eye, the preemptive girl crouched down in defense, the Teutons, who had been watching from the sidelines, fled in panic, the Queen, who had deployed her shield, wasted her energy, and Roy, unscathed, remained calm and composed. The situation changed in an instant; the initially dominant side suddenly weakened, and the Queen, a newcomer who had been ambushed, gained the upper hand. And all of this was because of one item.

The Queen gently stroked the slightly rough collar of the scale-catching raincoat, her shock evident in her expression. Even the unpleasant smell of the sea seemed fragrant and comforting at that moment.

She finally realized the true power of the garment that Roy had described as "able to protect you." It was in no way inferior to the scepter of the Kingdom of Letania, or any magical item with extraordinary effects from mythology.

This is simply... the bane of all magic!

The Queen turned her head, her burning gaze fixed on Roy, and licked her lips.

Promise me, after we get out, we'll have a proper talk, okay?

I can offer you a condition you can't refuse.

P.S.: I just finished watching the live stream.

There are too many pancakes... uh, I can't finish them all.

To be honest, I was just about to write about Rhine's ascent to the heavens. The foreshadowing was already laid; the Treasure of Drip Village, which funded Dorothy and Rhine, was one example.

As a result, this time SS wrote that Rhine went to heaven.

Is it that I'm happy because I haven't had a chance to be betrayed yet, or that I'm sad because the ideas I came up with beforehand might not be usable anymore?

If only I could jump to the Seer!

The details of the [Catastrophe] plan will soon be revealed through the conversation between Kal'tsit and Roy. Once it's written down, there's no need to fear being betrayed!

Volume 1: Chapter 217 The Witch King's Sneer

The girl recalled some very bad things.

Flying wind blades vanished upon collision, blazing fireballs extinguished in flight, and fierce lightning swirled around his body, yet caused no harm. Instead, he was like a tamed beast, easily controlled, turning the tables on his own.

Those illogical events had left her with a deep psychological scar. Even though she had now received guidance from her ancestors, arrived at this tower, and obtained the whirlwind left behind by the Witch King, her strength was no longer as weak as when she was simply possessed by a piece of earthly music. However, she still lacked confidence and was even more terrified. When she saw the familiar person and the familiar clothes, she was so frightened that she covered her head and squatted down.

"Hahaha......"

Gasping for breath, unable to utter a word, the silver-haired girl prayed as she reached out and grasped the twisted and eerie horn above her head.

That dwells there is the true will of the Witch King. It is not a fragment like the sounds of the mortal world, nor does it represent any brief segment of a life experience. It is the sum of everything the Witch King possessed from birth to transcendence, and finally, before the vortex broke and he fell from the tower.

As if sensing the coolness of his offspring's arm and the deep-seated fear within, the hidden Witch King finally revealed his will for the first time.

He seemed to let out a long sigh, followed by a gentle yet irresistible replacement of that bodily consciousness:

“There are five towers in this city, all guarded by my descendants. You are the people I have chosen, so why should you be so afraid of a group of uninvited guests?”

"Come on, although I want to call you all out loud, upon closer inspection, they all seem to be familiar faces."

Beneath the tower, Roy could clearly sense the change in the aura at the top. The girl who had been crouching suddenly stood up, her voice becoming majestic and deep. The horns on his head had lost their light, replaced by a pair of eyes tinged with red mist, and a haughty tone.

“Speak, I have already handed over the kingdoms and authority of the outside world to you. What has allowed you to enter my kingdom of the dead and disturb me and my descendants?”

"I've come to rescue you." Caught in the crossfire, the Elector finally had a chance to speak. Although his clothes and appearance were no longer presentable, he still declared with his head held high, "Great Witch King, since your departure, Letania has never regained its former glory. Your people are all longing for your return!"

The fall of the Witch King brought not only a power shift within Letania, but also attracted probing and invasion from other eye-catching nations. The vast Ursus Empire planted more spies in its border cities, Kazimir used the guise of open trade to promote economic colonization, and Grand Duchess Windermere of Victoria even repeatedly provoked border conflicts. With a series of victories, she was about to push the front line into Letania's borders, and she herself even earned the title of "Elector's Nightmare."

This was undoubtedly a disgrace for Teutons, who aspired to unify Letania and create a truly great empire!

But what could he do? The Twin Queens' control over the country was far less than that of the Witch King, and the seven Electors were merely checking and balancing each other, maintaining a semblance of civility. No one had the ability or prestige to organize a large-scale campaign, let alone a war. If Teuton dared to send his main force out of his Electoral territory today, the other six Electors would use the pretext of disrupting the balance of power to send their armies into his territory tomorrow.

He certainly disliked having a witch king or empress above him, but he was also perfectly clear that the unification of Letania must be established in the hands of a powerful, unquestionable, iron-fisted emperor. Only in this way could the empire truly have a future!

Therefore, he would say to the Sarkaz who came seeking cooperation, a young man named Manfred, "The existence of the Witch King is meaningful."

Because he firmly believes that the interests of the nation are above all else, even the interests of the people!

Roy and the Queen both looked at him with some disbelief.

Hoping for the Witch King's return? This is not something that can be made up casually. Such a statement would be quite explosive throughout the entire country of Letania.

This is tantamount to completely denying the legitimacy of the twin queens who overthrew the Witch King and came to power, denying the existing order, and even denying the other electors, including himself, who signed the agreement to find a way to defeat the Witch King in the legacy of Gaul!

Even if he made such a statement in private, once it was leaked, he, Teuton, and the Electoral Territory he ruled would be met with hostility, opposition, and purges from almost all the forces in Letania—they were all beneficiaries of that rebellion, and no one wanted to see the Witch King return; no one could afford the tyrant's counterattack.

But Teuton not only spoke, he even spoke to a person who appeared to be possessed by a witch king, right there in front of the queen, not far from him.

Even a seasoned political figure like the Empress felt a sense of unreality at this moment.

Is there some kind of mental magic in this space that can affect a person's hearing or judgment?

He subconsciously thought so, and the answer was naturally no, because the Witch King had already answered.

The silver-haired girl's slightly weathered face showed no joy or relief, as if she were completely unmoved by the loyal words of the elector who had sworn allegiance and called himself a subject. She scoffed and asked:

"Save us?"

"What is my name?"

Teutonic was stunned.

"A silver-haired girl? Experiment 1523? Or the vessel of the Witch King?"

The Witch King casually offered a few answers, but Teuton knew none of them were correct.

This is how he, and his subordinates, including Russell who oversaw these experiments, referred to each subject.

"I don't know," he replied, bowing his head.

"Then what makes you think I would need your salvation? Would I need the redemption of someone who has no respect for my descendants and treats them like livestock? What makes you think I would reconcile with you because of the chance of resurrection, or obey you because I need to rely on you to rebuild my strength?"

Like a mind reader, it pointed out Teutonic's thoughts one by one. A hint of mockery appeared on the Witch King's pale face. He stretched out his hand and pointed to the blue figure not far away, a meaningful smile flashing in his eyes.

"You're not even as interested as he made me."

"At least he and I are on the same level, and we see the same scenery."

Volume 1: Chapter 218 The Witch King's Deal

"When the ancients looked up and touched the sky, they were surprised to find that the limit of their vision was already reached."

The Witch King spoke meaningfully, this was a riddle that Terra had always used, but Roy understood his hint for the first time.

The ancient people he mentioned were probably not the ancestors that the empress or the great emperor would immediately think of, those who still exist in historical records, but rather another civilization from the same ancient era as the soul in Roy's body.

The Witch King knew far more than Roy had anticipated, which was both unexpected and understandable. As a pioneer and a Grand Originium Sorcerer who had seemingly gone mad after glimpsing the truth of the heavens, the Witch King's understanding of Terra might have reached an extremely profound level.

Although his knowledge of the secrets was more likely about the sky and the universe, and not so much about the imminent crisis of the Sea of ​​Life that Roy already knew, who knows what kind of natural disaster Terra was selected for initialization?

What if he didn't choose "random" but instead received one of each of the three natural disasters? In that case, even if Roy resolved the Sea Child crisis, disasters related to Originium and demons would follow one after another in the sky.

If Roy is to call himself a savior, then what he needs to do is not just to save people by constantly solving problems, but also to seek knowledge along the way to find the cause of everything.

He suddenly didn't really want to destroy the Witch King anymore.

Coincidentally, he wasn't the only one with this idea; in fact, there were more than two others present.

The Teutonic Elector examined himself. After his deepest thoughts were exposed, he was briefly bewildered, but quickly regained his composure. The Witch-King's words undoubtedly struck at what he cared about most. He did care about the unification of Letania, but he also hoped even more that this unified Letania would be created by his own hands.

Just as he and Manfred declared, he was by no means an assistant who would hand over credit and great achievements to others; he was an ambitious man who would overthrow the existing order if not him! What he needed was the power of the Witch King, not a powerful Witch King.