This necromancer is going to seduce the beautiful girls who are already dead.

This civil war will inevitably lead to a minor reshuffling of the nobility in the Kingdom of Osi, giving hope to many who aspire to gain titles through military merit. Gylvia generously promised everyone that as long as their military achievements reached a certain level, they would definitely receive a title. This greatly excited the guerrillas.

"However, gentlemen, in this war, some of us will still die. Although the people of the entire kingdom support us, the surrender faction will certainly fight desperately to protect their own interests." Gylvia cleared her throat and began the last item on her agenda for this mobilization meeting. "If any of you are afraid, you can withdraw now and go to the rear to help the troops on the front lines. Does anyone want to do that?"

The soldiers were silent; not one of them moved or spoke. From the moment they chose to become guerrillas, they had already disregarded life and death; why would any of them be afraid of dying?

“Excellent! Truly my warriors!” Jivia praised. “I solemnly promise that the family of every one of you who sacrificed your lives for the country will receive three times the normal pension after the war ends. This money will ensure their comfortable lives…”

Just as Gylvia was explaining the compensation policy for fallen soldiers, someone in the soldiers suddenly shouted, "She's a liar!"

These words caused a huge uproar among the soldiers, who all turned to look at the one who had shouted. It was a young soldier who appeared unremarkable, pointing at Jivia standing on the platform and yelling, "She's a fraud! Don't believe her!"

"Who is it! Arrest him!" Commander General Hunter was both shocked and furious. All the soldiers were clearly supporting the princess, so why was someone causing trouble at this time?

The four Abyss members who were waiting on the side all looked in the direction of Gylvia. Leona even put down the half-eaten mutton in her hand, glanced at Rebecca, and asked, "Should I go over and take care of that troublemaker? That guy is probably an enemy spy, right?"

"Let him speak!"

Just then, Gylvia, standing on the platform, responded to the soldier's words, her voice unwavering and resolute.

"She's an imposter! Someone used shapeshifting magic to look like her! The real her is hiding in Xiaoduo Town right now!" The soldier seemed to know everything. "She's a coward; she's too afraid to leave her base!"

"Say that again, you fucking idiot!" Another soldier next to him grabbed him by the collar in a fit of rage, ready to punch him on the spot.

The soldier whose collar had been grabbed chuckled: "Even if you kill me, she's still an imposter—why don't we ask someone to take a look?"

Before he finished speaking, one of the guerrilla soldiers guarding Gylvia suddenly began chanting in a strange language, like a prayer. As he prayed, a beam of light flashed from his fingertips and shone on Gylvia, who was still somewhat dazed.

"That's a divine spell that reveals the truth! Hahaha!" The soldier shouting from below the stage burst into laughter. "The transformation magic is about to wear off. Let's see what kind of coward our 'Princess' really is!"

Chapter 127 The Followers of the Lord of Nightmares

Everyone present was stunned by the soldier's statement.

Divine magic? Why would the soldier standing behind the princess use divine magic? Could it be that someone from the Holy See is here?

The princess is an imposter? What's really going on?

The soldiers, who had just been listening with great joy as the princess listed out the post-war rewards and compensation policies for officers and soldiers, suddenly felt a little confused.

The light on the platform continued, the bright white light still enveloping the entire platform. Although the light was white, everyone who saw it felt something strange, as if the white light brought a bone-chilling cold, making them feel uneasy from the bottom of their hearts. This didn't seem like the divine magic the Holy See would use—although people didn't know the principle, in fact, because the power of the local gods of Hay-Tver was compatible with the origin of this world, the light of the divine magic appeared very natural and comfortable to people.

Therefore, the source of this light is not difficult to deduce.

"Damn it, even the Lord of Nightmares can command his minions to use divine magic?" Leona exclaimed in surprise.

She was about to rush up and kill the guy who was using divine magic when Rebecca suddenly grabbed her arm.

"Leona, don't rush over there. The Lord of Nightmares has already been thoroughly angered by the Abyss. He probably has many tricks up his sleeve now. Don't fall into his trap."

Flora shared the same concern, and whispered to Leona, "Leave it to me, I won't let him hurt anyone here." Hearing Flora's words, Leona abandoned her idea of ​​punching the fake guard in the head.

The light from this divine spell illuminated Gylvia's body. Several guards nearby tried to rush forward to protect her, but they found themselves unable to move, unable even to blink. Those below the stage were naturally also unable to ascend; they were frozen in place by the light as they approached the platform, unable to take another step.

"Shoot him! Shoot him!" the commander urgently ordered the archers. The archers responsible for security nearby immediately drew their bows and aimed at the guard who was still chanting prayers and whose fingertips emitted light.

Several arrows were shot at the imposter guard from an angle that would never harm Gylvia, but like the person trying to help, these arrows were firmly stuck in mid-air, unable to hurt a single hair on the imposter guard's head.

Gvia's body was naturally frozen in place, and a shell of condensed light appeared on her body surface. Under the action of some force, this light shell was slowly peeled away.

At the same time, the guard who was reciting the prayer also underwent a change—he seemed to be collapsing from the inside out. His body convulsed uncontrollably, and at first, bright red blood flowed from his mouth, followed by vomiting black blood mixed with fragments of internal organs. Blood gushed out in spurts, even from his nostrils, and his gaze began to glaze over, but the prayer he was reciting did not stop.

He is not a nightmare spirit, but a follower of the Lord of Nightmares, a living human being.

Flora quietly cast a divine spell to prevent any further unforeseen events, while Leona and Rebecca observed the situation silently. The fake Abyss simply stared at Gylvia on the platform. The guerrillas waited helplessly outside for a long time until the imposter guard on the platform lost his power, collapsed, and the divine spell stopped.

The arrows that had been hovering in the air clattered to the ground, and several guards rushed forward to protect Gylvia, raising their shields in all directions.

The protective shell enveloping Gylvia shattered with a soft crack, revealing her again, now under the influence of the divine magic. She gently patted a guard's shoulder, signaling him to make way so everyone could see her.

“Look! She’s a liar…she…” The soldier who had been shouting earlier had been caught, but he was still shouting loudly, unwilling to give up. However, after only two sentences, he was unable to speak, as if his throat had been choked.

Because the one standing on the stage now is still Gylvia. She is unharmed, only slightly frowning as she glances back at the person who just used divine magic.

The man was now completely dead. His body seemed to have been shredded and hollowed out from the inside by some force. Large chunks of flesh and internal organs, along with blood, were vomited out, leaving only his skin spread out on the ground in a thin sheet, which looked extremely eerie.

Then, Gylvia turned her gaze back to the soldiers who were staring in disbelief below the stage and announced loudly in a clear voice.

"He tried to use the power of a false god to slander me as an imposter, but he failed! I am Princess Gylvia, and I have never cowered in Xiaoduo Town. Now, I stand on this platform, with you all!!"

The soldiers were silent for a moment, then erupted in a huge cheer.

Although we don't know exactly what happened, the two people tried to use some kind of evil magic to remove the disguise that Princess might be wearing, but they failed!

"Impossible! Why didn't you enter the dream! You're not Gylvia! He should have used divine magic on you! Why didn't it work on you!" The Nightmare Lord's follower, who was being firmly controlled, stared in astonishment at Gylvia on the stage. He was human enough to be able to unleash such emotions. According to previous deductions, the Nightmare Spirit could not possibly maintain its form in a place where everyone had full confidence in Gylvia.

Now, this follower of the Nightmare Lord, who had been lurking in the guerrillas for who knows how long, howled in despair and struggled as he was dragged away by the guerrillas. Clearly, what awaited him was interrogation and then execution.

"You damned Restoration Army!" The man being dragged away struggled desperately, his battle aura igniting as he tried to attack those dragging him down. But the commander, a high-level battle aura master, swiftly shattered his shoulders. He screamed in agony, continuing to threaten, "Damn you, Jivia! You think you can rest easy just because you escaped our divine magic? Your cowardly princess, cowering in Xiaoduo Town, is now hanging by a thread!"

"Don't listen to his lies! Shut his mouth!" the commander ordered the surrounding soldiers.

The soldier picked up a tattered piece of clothing that no one had worn, crumpled it up, and stuffed it into the mouth of the desperate follower of the evil god.

Everyone was completely baffled, having no idea what this guy was talking about.

"You can see the despair of our enemies, can't you?" Gylvia smiled victoriously. "They're just bluffing, making a last-ditch effort. Kevin, who's been going against the tide, doesn't have many more days of fun to live!"

The soldiers cheered again.

"They have another plan?" Leona, sitting in the back, turned to look at Rebecca, her face showing no urgency. "Should I go back?"

“I don’t think we need to.” Rebecca smiled and shook her head. “Abyss probably doesn’t need our help. Besides, the mission he’s given us for this trip can’t be done without you.”

“Let’s act now without delay,” Flora whispered. “Abyss’s guess was absolutely right. We should be able to eliminate many potential future threats this time.”

The three girls smiled at each other.

Chapter 128 The Nightmare Lord's Second Group of Subordinates

The town of Shodo is now bustling with activity, as the main force of the Restoration Army is about to march on the present-day Kingdom of Ossi in a few days to reclaim the country from the surrender faction.

Young men from the town of Shodol who had enlisted were allowed to go home to say goodbye to their parents, and other soldiers from Oknin were also allowed to write home. The town became very lively, with fathers serving their children a glass of old wine and mothers handing their children bags they had sewn themselves—a custom of the Ossi people, these bags would be worn inside the young soldiers' shirts, close to their hearts, containing a coin as a "lucky coin" that might protect the soldier from a fatal wound.

A large amount of supplies in the town were recorded and handed over to the army. The contributions of every household were also recorded. After the war ends, Her Highness will use money from the national treasury to compensate the people of Xiaoduo Town twice over, to thank them for their contributions during the difficult period of the Restoration Army.

The vast majority of people felt no fear, not even the soldiers about to go to war. They were now filled with conviction, and everyone knew that if they could fight their way back to the Kingdom of Ossi, the scales of victory would tip in their favor. The surrender faction in the country was unpopular and would not be able to hold out for long. Mr. Abyss, an ally of the Restoration Army, had even made a special trip to the Kingdom of Ossi a few days ago and kicked several powerful nobles out of their houses, which further increased their chances of victory.

This battle was inevitable. Oknin was a vital commercial route and a key mining area for the Kingdom of Ossi. If it were truly handed over to the Western Empire, the Kingdom of Ossi's economy and military would be entirely dependent on the great power, with no chance of recovery. Conversely, if Her Highness could regain power and deny the Western Empire's treaty, she could escape this predicament.

As for what the emperor of the Western Empire thinks, it's not really that important, because the current emperor of the Western Empire, Beos, is a weak fellow. Without his mother who has always arranged everything for him, he doesn't have the courage to launch another war—and the Eastern Empire, which is watching him closely, will never give its nemesis another chance like that.

Since a fight is unavoidable, we might as well forge ahead and strive for a bright future.

Compared to the bustling streets, the command post was much quieter. Princess Jivia had already left Xiaoduo Town, and apart from some military secrets that had already been hidden, there wasn't much else to protect. Only two guards stood at the entrance to prevent anyone from entering.

Two guards stood straight at the door, looking very proud of their duty.

At this moment, an old man with a hunched back, wearing a coarse cloth robe and a large cloak, slowly walked to the door with a cane.

"Is this my daughter's house?" the old man asked.

The two guards exchanged a glance, and one of them said, "Excuse me, sir, this is not your daughter's home. This is now the residence of Her Highness the Princess, donated by Mr. Bastin of the town."

"This is my daughter's house, I want to go in." The old man seemed to have some dementia, and he tried to force his way in without saying a word.

This was the command post, and the two soldiers couldn't just barge in like that. They quickly tried to persuade the old man while walking up to stop him.

Just as the two soldiers approached the old man, he suddenly took out a pair of gardening shears from his robe and, before the two soldiers could react, gently swung them at their bodies.

"How..." Before the two soldiers could even scream, their bodies were shattered into a pile of flesh, scattered on the ground.

Only then did the old man raise his head. The gloomy face beneath the cloak belonged to none other than Abos, whom Abyss had failed to find when he went to the Ossi Palace, as if he had vanished into thin air.

"The Lord has finally entrusted an important task to us believers, not the Nightmare Spirits... Behold, Your Highness, you will witness our true power..."

……

Her Highness should have already left Xiaoduo Town, but now, in the princess's living room with the curtains drawn, an elegant figure still sits.

She possessed a curvaceous figure, long chestnut hair, and exuded the air of a leader. This was Princess Gylvia, who should have arrived at the guerrilla base. At this moment, she held a magic crystal in one hand and a book in the other. She sat quietly in her chair, reading without making a sound, lest others hear her presence.

Thump, thump...

At that moment, a series of slow footsteps reached Gylvia's ears; she heard someone walking in from the entrance of the command post.

Before leaving, Givya had instructed everyone to forbid anyone from entering the command post during her trip. The guards at the gate would not let anyone in. So who walked in now?

Gvia frowned, looking at the doorway to her room.

"Your Highness, it's been a long time. Do you remember me?"

Before the person even entered the room, a soft yet sharp voice came from outside.

Gvia did not answer, and stared silently at the doorway.

"Stop pretending you're not here, Your Highness, I know you're inside..." The voice outside said this as it turned and entered the room. A figure dressed in a coarse robe appeared in the doorway. It was Abos, holding a pair of gardening shears. He had a strange smile on his face, and his eyes were fixed on Gylvia, who was sitting in the room. "Ah... found you, Your Highness. How have you been?"

“Apos…?” Gylvia stood up, squinting her eyes, seemingly unfamiliar with the person at the door.

"Heh heh, Your Highness has forgotten me so quickly? That's truly... a bit disappointing!" Apos's expression suddenly turned ferocious. "But things are different now, Gvia. Your life is now in my hands. You are no longer that high and mighty princess! You are just my plaything! To be manipulated by me! If you have any regrets, regret your cowardice in not daring to give the speech yourself! Look back at the window of the room, and you'll know what kind of predicament you're facing now!"

Gvia quickly turned around, and through the heavy curtains she could see that it was now pitch black outside.

"This is the power of the divine artifact! This place is a dream, yet not a dream. No one will notice what happens here, but the events that have occurred will have a real impact! For my lord, you must suffer humiliation and die today!"

Apos became more and more excited as he spoke. He gripped the gardening shears tightly in his left hand and a one-handed warhammer in his right. His whole body erupted with dazzling battle aura flames as he charged toward Jivia—his strength was actually that of a high-level battle aura master!

The warhammer swung fiercely at Gylvia's legs, intending to break them in one blow!

when!

A crisp impact sounded, and Abos suddenly realized something was wrong, jumping backward.

Did Gylvia just block that attack with one finger?

“Very well, now we can have a fair duel, Mr. Apos.” Gylvia suddenly threw away the crystal in her hand, stretched her neck, and spoke to Apos in a languid tone completely different from her usual self.