A mage? A spell engineer!

Chapter 583 An Unexpected Letter

"From the moment you arrived in this city, Opfer, until the very next step you and the Firebearers took, everything was within my prediction."

Gregory was clearly fatally wounded, yet he was still able to talk and laugh.

Saga in his Great Lord form didn't say a word; he desperately wanted the madman opposite him to shut up.

He began to exert force, trying to extend and change the position of the greatsword that pierced through the demonic monk, that is, to cut through the person who had been stabbed as much as possible.

But Saga soon realized something was wrong—he could no longer move the flaming greatsword at all!

It's important to know that the Molten Lord is a top-tier being in the Fire Elemental Plane. It doesn't have an exaggerated size (although it is a very large being for Saga himself), but it has an extremely high energy density.

In other words, the strength and temperature he can unleash are at their extremes.

However, Gree remained unmoved and unafraid, and its explanation took on a mocking tone.

Saga noticed that the wound that had pierced the demonic monk had changed from the charred color of burning to pure black. Then the shape of the twisted black wound began to distort, the tip of the greatsword was twisted, and spacetime itself trembled.

If Rorschach were present, he would certainly not be unfamiliar with the black, viscous substance appearing on Gregory's abdomen.

The thick, dark wound began to generate suction, and the Great Lord Saga, who was gripping the sword hilt tightly, was dragged closer to Gregory.

Saga decisively let go, but he quickly grabbed the hilt again, channeling his energy into it. Instantly, a surging energy ball spread rapidly along the longsword and then flowed into Gregory's dark, filthy mansion.

The eighth-ring magic [Sunfire Burst] is an attack that Saga can cast instantly without chanting, auxiliary materials, or hand gestures while in Elemental Transformation: Molten Lord form.

It worked! Gregory's bizarre abdomen swelled up, and his seven orifices first spewed out almost black blood mist, followed by an explosion of almost incandescent light and pressure.

The demonic monk's eyes were gone, leaving only dry, charred holes. His mouth, nose, and ears were in similar condition. Most importantly, his stomach was still wriggling, but it no longer exerted any suction to devour Sakya.

Gregory, almost a dried-up corpse, fell backward.

Solved. Although there were some twists and turns, it was still relatively quick and didn't affect the progress. Saga breathed a sigh of relief.

"You are so arrogant."

That familiar, annoying voice again. Gregory isn't dead yet?

Saga was startled, and then he realized an even more serious problem—the words were echoing directly in his mind!

"If you were to investigate, you would find that Odvor's sacrifices began with fireworks and burning. And you still dare to use fire for so-called 'purification'."

"At the time we met, the sacrifices had already begun, and thousands of people were sent into fires throughout the city. Their nature had long since changed, and you dared to absorb these fires to help yourself transform."

"You don't understand us, you don't understand Mother Earth, but we've done our homework."

"Let the declaration of war against spellcasters begin with you, Archmage Saga, a veteran of arcane magic."

"Correspondingly, the Mother's blessing will begin in the beautiful city of Upfel and spread to the territory of the so-called Salvation League."

"You should feel honored to be a turning point in history and a vessel for the power of a great mother."

The emaciated, charred corpse before the fire giant came back to life. Gregory struggled to his feet, the flowing blood congealing on his surface before detaching from his body along with the dead skin, forming a tattered, filthy robe.

The demonic monk suffered internal injuries from the final blow, but it was worth it; his plan and objective had been achieved.

The flames began to stiffen, then gradually changed from red and yellow flames to dark blue and deep green.

He heard it clearly; he heard God's command clearly!

The flames in other places also mutated, and countless monsters still burning emerged from them. They attacked and assimilated all living beings, especially those with high magical reactivity.

As the ghostly flames spread, Upfel began to become part of hell.

The Imperial Army, which was still able to organize and command, was assembled in the east, in a city whose strategic location was not important. The Emperor had focused on Optimus Prime and ordered that as many and as dense as possible be deployed there.

The reason given was that it might defect to the "traitorous alliance," becoming the gateway to the rebels on the middle line of the battlefield.

The General Staff accepted all of the Emperor's requests without question.

After rounds of dismissals and appointments, coupled with a mysterious force reaping the lives of the disloyal, the new emperor's authority has risen, even though he is almost completely isolated from the rest of the empire's leadership.

No one treated William as a child anymore, but as a mad emperor whose power and influence were unpredictable and who was quite neurotic.

Richard was among the troops opposing the Allies, monitoring and deterring Opfer, and was also entrusted with important tasks by the Emperor:

His troops enjoyed the privilege of being transported by train, and they were also tasked with escorting the Empire's most powerful, and perhaps final, "ultimate weapon": the railway gun.

Moreover, William waved his hand and directly gave him three artillery caravans, totaling six giant cannons.

All the railway tracks that had been traversed needed to be repaired because the weight exceeded the design load.

Everyone else considered the emperor's decision yet another proof that he was insane: Richard was clearly a man who was loyal to the Allied cause of national salvation!

He was a good man, a man of principle. Everyone who had ever met Richard, whether his superiors, the Chief of the General Staff and Field Marshal, his subordinates, or William, whom he had saved, all agreed that he was a good man.

Therefore, he must be on the side of the ally!

With his superiors so skeptical and his subordinates so expectant, only the emperor still trusted him, entrusting him with important responsibilities as a loyal minister and general.

Why.

Richard felt a strange sadness. Admittedly, Richard somewhat agreed with the initial slogans of the National Salvation Alliance, but he hadn't actually participated. In fact, Richard later learned that his elder brother was actually a key member of the Alliance in the capital!

The entire army has now misunderstood Richard. After personally experiencing the Capital Incident, he will no longer have mindless enthusiasm for any movement, but will instead think carefully and make his own judgments.

Unfortunately, it was no use. If it weren't for the emperor's support, he would have become one soon too.

"Eek—" The train brakes made a tooth-grinding sound, telling everyone that the metal was being squeezed and deformed.

They have reached their designated positions and are ready to launch a fierce bombardment on Upfer, the former central city of the empire, sending shells as big as small buildings into the air.

Richard thought of something, touched his ring, and then held an envelope in his hand with the imperial golden eagle emblem on it.

This was personally given to him by the emperor before the troops set off, and Richard was instructed not to open it until he reached the battlefield.

Upon unfolding it, Richard was utterly astonished.

To my beloved minister:

"Compared to postmen, teleportation magic, and new means of communication, I trust you more to keep your promise and open this letter at the appropriate time."

"Opfer has been taken over by a cult, and a magic guild plotting to overthrow the empire is also involved. When you read this letter, they should be accusing each other, which is a good opportunity for us to strike a blow against both sides."

"I, Wilhelm II, in the name of the Imperial Emperor, command you, Lieutenant General Richard von Dahlberg:"

"Immediately bombard Upfer, spare no ammunition, eradicate him completely!"

(End of this chapter)