Wizards pursue the truth

Chapter 240 [240] Tucson's resentment towards Wang Ya is unbearable.

When you are at a certain height and look down at the earth, you will feel that everything is very small.

Wang Ya's hair flew wildly, her robes billowed, and her outstretched white hand grasped the Dream Mirror. Yellow light emanated from the mirror, illuminating the surrounding area, and the power of dreams spread, connecting with the dream world of the Kingdom of the Attached Image.

He felt inexplicably familiar with the words "attached picture," but he couldn't quite place them.

He has never paid attention to people and things that he doesn't have much contact with in his life.

Perhaps I've heard this name somewhere before.

The evil god Gendass was infamous, and now he had fled to this mortal kingdom like a drowning dog. With Harak by his side, Wang Ya was very confident of capturing him. To be on the safe side, he chose to use the Dream Mirror to observe the specific situation first.

It would be best to find out if the evil god Gendas has any backup plans.

If the evil god Gendas, with his extremely strong survival skills, were to escape, it would be very difficult for Wang Ya to capture him again.

Being prepared and not being prepared are two different things.

He is currently in the shadows, while the evil god Gendass is in the light; their information has been exchanged. The other party is unaware that a wizard is eyeing its last remaining essence.

The Dream Mirror has connected with the dream world. The yellow light connects to form a projected image. As the power of dreams is continuously consumed, everything gradually becomes clearer.

Inside the magnificent palace, the reliefs and murals were meticulously crafted by skilled artisans. Outside the main hall, in the fountain pool, there was a huge human-shaped statue, magnified a hundred times, holding a cross-shaped sword, with a lifelike cloak behind him, his expression soaring, as if he were an invincible king who had conquered a glorious kingdom.

Everything about it exudes luxury and reflects the ostentatious nature of the palace's owner.

Led by the knight, the minister entered the main hall, bowed respectfully, and knelt down.

Such etiquette would certainly have been considered improper in the past.

The minister slightly raised his head, glancing out of the corner of his eye at the most legendary king of the Fuzhi Kingdom; who had quelled all internal and external strife in the shortest time, managing both military and political affairs with ease, demonstrating the magnanimity and spirit of a great ruler, earning the utmost respect and love from every citizen of the Fuzhi Kingdom.

Wang received guidance from a great being, and also gained extraordinary power and eternal youth.

"My minister, I hope you can bring me good news."

The figure on the throne was clad in light armor, with a red cloak draped over the edge of the throne. His long, golden hair was slightly curled and tied behind his head. His eyes were deep, his appearance handsome, and his lips were red and his teeth white, making him look like a sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy.

He is Tucson's deputy, who has been in charge of the country for forty years.

Forty years have passed without leaving a trace on his face, making him a face admired by all the women in the kingdom.

Minister Gambi is a childhood friend of Tucson's.

He subconsciously touched his wrinkled and bearded face, a look of envy in his eyes. Then he lowered his head, his deep voice echoing in the hall, "Seventy percent of the people in the kingdom have already used the divine medicine created by the king. After taking it, the people have indeed improved their physical strength and wisdom, greatly increasing the kingdom's tax revenue."

Things are different now compared to when I was young.

Gambi added, "The remaining 30% was not implemented because those kingdom citizens were in remote mountains or dangerous areas. Another large portion belonged to the kingdom citizens who surrendered to us and were subsequently killed."

Tucson tapped his fingers on the armrest of the throne, giving his answer: "It doesn't matter if it takes more manpower and resources, as long as my people can all take the divine medicine and improve their physical fitness."

"Only when the country is prosperous and the people are at peace can the Kingdom of Futu have a brighter future. I look forward to that day."

Gambi, her face filled with excitement, knelt down on both knees. "It is because of the existence of the King that the Kingdom of Fuxing has a bright future. Your benevolence and magnanimity have blessed the people of the Kingdom of Fuxing. You will become the most outstanding and wisest king in the history of the Kingdom of Fuxing."

Tucson watched Gambi's departing figure, the smile on his lips proving that he was in a very good mood.

But the most enlightened king was not his target.

The history of the Kingdom of Attached Images should be written by him alone.

His ambition is immortality, to conquer the world starting from the land beneath his feet with extraordinary power.

The power bestowed upon him by the great god was so immense that he could use it to kill all his enemies.

Even wizards who have visited before!!

Tucson achieved so many accomplishments that any king would have pursued them for a lifetime.

The image of the wizard who had once rejected him flashed through his mind: a black robe, a handsome face that seemed otherworldly, an indifferent expression. He remembered every detail clearly, even the slightest expression when the wizard rejected him—a cold arrogance, a detached disregard, as if treating him like roadside flowers and grass.

Why should I?!

He had an air of superiority, like a god in the heavens.

It's just supernatural power, isn't it? Now he also possesses equivalent supernatural power, and is even more powerful than the wizard.

The true god stood behind him.

He can kill all enemies and even bring down the highest gods, making them prisoners before his throne.

Tucson's pupils turned cold; the more unwilling one is to accept something, the harder it is to forget it after gaining power.

At this moment, he wished he could appear before that wizard immediately and use his powerful physical strength—enough to tear apart a high-level superhuman beast—to rip off that cold and indifferent face; he wanted to see the wizard's terrified, confused, and humbly pleading expression.

"It's almost here. I'm about to achieve the goal demanded by the great god Gendas: to transform the entire Kingdom of Fubu into a divine kingdom on earth. It has promised me even greater power."

"At that time, I will also be able to attack other mortal kingdoms, conquer more territory, and the larger the divine kingdom, the stronger my power will be."

Tucson's attached image reflects his aspirations and longings.

What might be slightly puzzling is that the evil god Gendass told him to suppress his supernatural powers and not to provoke anything related to wizards.

Even when attacking other mortal kingdoms, they only used ordinary mortal soldiers.

Tucson didn't take the attached image too seriously; he, of course, unconditionally believed in the evil god Gendas, who had given him infinite power.

The hall was empty except for him, who sat alone on the throne. Tucson, who had risen from the throne, looked as if he had grasped the entire surrounding mortal kingdom, his face filled with intense ambition. "High and mighty wizards, one day I will make you experience the power of the gods."

The cloak billowed as the bio-energy emanating from his body emanated from him, and his aura enveloped the hall and spread outwards.

The knights guarding the gate showed fear on their faces, followed by worship. They knelt down. This was their king, who had ascended to mythology, possessed extraordinary power, remained forever young, and was immortal. He would lead them to develop the Kingdom of Fuzhi into a divine kingdom that would stand tall in the world.

They are the people of the King of God, and will remain forever young with the King of God in the Kingdom of God, fighting on the battlefield.

"With such divine power, I am invincible." A look of reminiscence and emotion appeared on Tusen's face. "Father, you were truly foolish. Wizards do possess extraordinary power, but that doesn't mean we will always be ruled and exploited by them."

"The power of the Gendath gods that you fear so much is the future of our kingdom. It's a pity you will never see the prosperous kingdom of Futu today."

"The God of Gendass said that as long as I conquer ten more mortal kingdoms, the earthly divine kingdom will be completed, and then I will be able to resurrect you; your death was of great help to the development of the kingdom. Forgive my father, after you are resurrected, what you will see is the Attached Divine Kingdom, which is above wizards."

Gambi hurried along, completing the tasks assigned by Tucson's office with the fastest and best efficiency.

All officials in other positions within the capital city acted the same way; even if they had nothing to do, they would pretend to be extremely busy.

This is the current tone of the Kingdom of Attached Images, a rule that must be followed by everyone from top to bottom, even the great King of Gods.

No one objected; the Kingdom of Attached Images only needed one voice, and that was the voice of the King of Gods.

Moreover, Gambi can see the changes over the years, which have indeed brought great benefits to the Kingdom of Attached.

Each citizen in the attached diagram is a useful brick, the kingdom is like building a house, and the King of God holds the best method.

"The King's kindness is something his people can never repay in their lifetime."

Gambi sighed inwardly as she pushed open the gate to her own courtyard. Her wife was busy in the kitchen, and her two children had grown up and no longer lived in the old house.

They moved out, started families, and had children.

On the day of the King (when the King of God ascends the throne and resolves internal and external strife), he would take the children to the old house to celebrate together.

That was probably the happiest time of his life.

"Gambi, dinner's ready," his wife called from the room.

In the bedroom, Gambi was working on the follow-up procedures for the miracle drug. On the table was a black, thumb-sized pill sealed with wax.

The divine medicine created by the King of Gods can comprehensively enhance wisdom and physical strength after consumption, and it is currently being widely distributed.

He and his family had all tried it, and the effects were remarkable. His appearance problems were also alleviated to some extent. Otherwise, after forty years, he wouldn't still look like a middle-aged man.

Gambi rubbed his eyes, thinking he was seeing things. He actually saw worms crawling inside the black pill; they were long, thin worms, full of amazing vitality, like earthworms shrunk to ten or twenty times their original size, crawling out of the black pill.

When Gambi looked again, she found that the black pill was still a black pill, and there was no long, thin black worm at all. She picked up the pill and examined it carefully, feeling around for a moment, and found that there was no gap or nick in it.

"It must be because I've been working too hard lately and my eyesight is failing me. I actually mistook the divine medicine bestowed by the King of Gods."

Gambi carefully placed the black pills into the wooden box.

The plan to popularize the divine medicine was uniformly arranged from the day of the king's reign. Over the long period of forty years, the production of the divine medicine was not high. In the beginning, only some high-ranking figures could obtain it.

Later, the production was gradually decentralized, but the number of miraculous drugs produced each year was still not large, although it steadily increased.

If nothing unexpected happens, he can keep this miraculous medicine as a treasured item for future use.

The miraculous medicine can be taken in large quantities; the more you consume, the greater your physical strength and wisdom will become, and it can even slow down the aging process.

Many officials speculate that the reason why the King of Gods has no wrinkles on his face is due to the effects of the divine medicine.

The miraculous medicine was once something everyone in the Kingdom of Futu sought after, and it held its value even better than gold.

The wife's cooking was very ordinary, and there were only the two of them eating together, sitting side by side.

Gambi had enjoyed enough in the past two or three decades—wealth, status, beauty, and desire. Now, she prefers this ordinary feeling.

"The king sent you to spread the divine medicine; how's that going?" his wife asked.

Gambi then shared the relevant information, which was, of course, all the information that could be shared.

"You should work harder and not worry the king. You should put his mind at ease. This is what we, as citizens of the Kingdom of Fufu, should do."

"Okay, I got it. You've been acting strange today."

"Everyone must take the divine medicine. This is the king's policy. Only after taking it can one become a true subject of the Kingdom of Futu. Gambi, you must remember this well and implement it without any mistakes." His wife's expression was not gentle as usual, but rather extremely hard. Her expression was wooden and stiff, as if she were wearing a mask, and her pupils were lifeless and dull.

Gambi had never felt so strange before, that the familiar person in front of her could be so unfamiliar, so unfamiliar that it frightened and terrified her.

That numb expression, devoid of any vibrant feedback, the lips moving as if they were mechanical.

Is this really the gentle wife he remembers?

Gambi looked dazed, her eyes started to itch, she rubbed them, and stared at her wife in horror.

He was shocked to see his wife transformed into a seated dog-headed creature, its scarlet fleshy tendrils fluttering and its facial features glaring at him menacingly, as if it were about to devour him at any moment.

How could this be? His wife has turned into a monster.

Gambi could hardly accept it; a look of fear appeared on her face. She instinctively threw down the food in her hands and moved away from where her wife was.

The latter remained seated without moving, only looking over with cold eyes, as if looking at a dead person.

A sudden surge of anger welled up in my mind. What could have caused this? Was it the miracle drug? It must be! The miracle drug was a scam. Tucson had turned all the citizens of the Tucson Kingdom into monsters like this.

Enraged, Gambi grabbed the edge of the table and yanked it back, sending the table flying towards the dog-headed monster that his wife had transformed into.

Click!

This corner of the dreamscape, woven by Wang Ya's double dream hands, was utterly shattered from its nightmare.

He also learned some information and confirmed that the evil god Gendas was in the capital city of the attached map.

As for a more accurate location, we would need to use the now completely replaced Gambi personality.

Now Wang Ya is able to create someone who is even more like Gambi than Gambi herself.

Infiltrate the royal palace to confirm the final location of the evil god.

If Harak were to activate his sensing abilities, the evil god would likely detect him and allow him to escape beforehand.

Having been caught once, Gendas will obviously be more careful about this, and will flee at the slightest sign of trouble.

This conclusion is drawn from a comparison between the Kingdom of the Abode and the Mayan Kingdom.

Wang Ya also needs some time to set up some measures. This time, the calamity of the evil god may be less dangerous, but it will be much more troublesome.

(End of this chapter)