Becoming a wet nurse is not the end of the story.

These words fell coldly into the air, their source unknown to everyone, yet they also planted a seed of fear in everyone's hearts.

Facing death, some people may not be afraid, but waiting for death is another kind of torment. Lin Xueyin, who did not give up, also used her magic power to the maximum to reinforce the shields on everyone.

However, the next second, a cold glint told her how ridiculous her thoughts were. A cold glint flashed across her body, and blood dripped from her fair arm.

"Father, we've arrived. Everyone, follow me to capture the assassin."

Nadakors was well aware of the situation and, according to the pre-arranged plan, led his warriors to seize all the advantageous defensive positions, bringing the entire royal tent under his control.

When Nadakors led the warriors back to the main hall, he saw the corpses of the human guards scattered all over the ground. These people had no chance to fight back against the assassin's elusive attacks.

While Lin Xueyin's Sacred Nova was able to locate the opponent, the opponent's speed was already so fast that it was difficult to defend against. Apart from Oskell, who was still able to defend against the opponent's attack, it was difficult for others to defend against it.

Lin Xueyin really wanted to use her Holy Light Sword to kill this bastard on a large scale, but in this kind of group battle, her Holy Light Sword was very likely to fail to kill the enemy and instead injure friendly forces.

Damn it, single-target attacks can't keep up with the enemy's movement speed, and group attacks, except for Holy Nova, are all skills that are easy to accidentally kill. As for Holy Aura, which is similar to a barrier, the opponent might have already slit your throat before you even use it.

Suddenly, Lin Xueyin regretted choosing a priest instead of a mage. If she had chosen a mage, there would have been many ways to deal with the assassin. At the very least, she would have been able to slow down the assassin and reduce his attack power.

"Beast King, do not be afraid, I am here to help you."

King Korijord leaped high into the air and swiftly landed beside Lin Xueyin, protecting the girl behind him.

"Little girl, revive these fallen soldiers first. We'll use sheer numbers to reduce his movement range."

Lin Xueyin frowned slightly, glanced at the tall barbarian king in front of her, then looked around at the guards he had brought to protect her, and nodded.

Soon, a beam of light filled with divine energy appeared on the staff that was raised high.

The barbarian king Korizod, who had his back to Lin Xueyin, suddenly revealed a ferocious expression. With the force of his turn, his huge hand slammed into Lin Xueyin's abdomen as she was casting a spell, much to everyone's disbelief.

With a deafening thud, a bewitching crimson light traced a poignant arc through the air as the petite girl slammed heavily against the murals adorning the hall's walls, then collapsed to the ground, lying motionless.

"Sister Xueyin..."

A shrill cry rang out from the mouths of Kaliel and Kashael, and the enraged Aria swung her knight's sword fiercely at the barbarian king with furious rage.

He gripped the knight's sword in one hand, a triumphant smile in his eyes, and hurled the girl to where Lin Xueyin had fallen, ignoring her painful struggles on the ground.

"Beast King, let's see what you can do now."

"Barbarian King, I never imagined you would ally with the Demon Clan."

"Hmph, so what if we ally with the demons? They have already promised that we will become the rulers of the Northern Plains. Compared to continuing to ally with you ignorant fools, I think being the rulers of the Northern Plains is more in line with my identity."

"Don't forget, this is our Beast Race. Don't think that a few of you can overthrow our entire Beast Race."

"Reporting... Your Majesty..."

At Nadakors's behest, the orc who came to deliver the message quickly reported the information he knew.

“Our royal tent has been occupied by the rebels, and General Lakuri is leading his men on their way here.”

"Lakuri? I can't believe that bastard would betray our orc race..."

"Hehehe, Father, as long as you give me the throne, I guarantee you will be safe and sound. Otherwise, you will end up like my brother."

Cthulhu slipped through the gate and tossed a round object to the ground. It rolled a few times before landing at the feet of Oscreel, who was trembling with rage.

With only one eye remaining, Nakumar's eyes revealed shock and disbelief. Perhaps he never believed, even in his death, that he would be killed by his own brother.

"You unfilial son, how could we, the noble orcs, have such a traitorous scoundrel as you?"

Oscreel's eyes were filled with sorrow, whether for his deceased son or for this wretched son who would stop at nothing for the throne.

"Tsk tsk, Father, I think you still need to recognize the current situation. You don't have many guards left. Oh, don't count on those Saint-level warriors. The power of the Demon Clan is beyond your imagination. They have been held up outside."

"You bastard, do you know that those Saint-level beings are the foundation of our beast race? Without their deterrence, how could we possibly stand securely on this perilous continent?"

“Father, of course I understand. So, they are just being delayed. Therefore, please save your time, otherwise we don’t know what will happen next.”

Seemingly confident, Xerxes had shed all his previous pretense, revealing a strong ambition beneath his relatively slender frame.

The sound of pounding echoed from the main gate in front of the hall, as if someone had begun a fierce attack on this last line of defense.

"Father, you don't have much time left."

The Barbarian King, the mysterious assassin, and C'Sullivan stared intently at Oscreel and Nadakors, who were protected by the remaining dozens of human guards.

"Hmph, you think you're capable of being king?"

Oscreel stared angrily at the son he once loved, his eyes filled with disappointment, unsure of what to say.

"Father, you only have a handful of people around you. Do you really think you can turn the tables? I'd like to see how you plan to do it."

"You're in for a treat."

The chilling voice did not come from the Beast King Oskell, but from the human girl who was supposed to be dead. The two little girls beside her, who were looking at them mockingly, made them feel uneasy.

"With your little cat and the few others... um..."

Just moments ago they were swaggering around arrogantly. The next second, they were dragged aside by the mysterious assassin, and looked around in disbelief. The barbarian guards who had been so arrogant just moments before were now riddled with spears.

The barbarian king, relying on his tough skin, deflected these originally deadly attacks into serious injuries, but at this point he was already preoccupied with his own survival.

"What, want to see some other surprises?"

"What kind of surprise are you talking about...?"

A dry throat alerted K'Shus; the situation had spiraled out of his control. No, no, he still had Lakuri and his thousands of men. He was certain they could capture the royal tent. If they could capture the royal tent, victory would still be theirs. No, victory was certain to be theirs.

It was as if he was cheering himself on. As C'Sullivan watched Nadakors give him a cold smile, a signal flare shot out from the main gate, leaving behind a distinctive orcish chirping sound in the air.

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Volume 7 The Collapsed Alliance: Chapter 42 The Great Battle Inside the Great Hall (Two chapters released together)

As the gates protecting the main hall and isolating the palace from the outside world slowly opened, the entire earth began to tremble violently, as if millions of people were rushing toward this place.

"Haha, my men have already broken in. Even if you call for reinforcements now, what can you do? As long as I kill you all, I will still be the victor."

Hearing the sounds of battle outside, Xerxes finally breathed a sigh of relief. His men had finally broken through. If he could kill them all before reinforcements arrived, he would be the sole heir. That was fantastic.

"Your men can no longer break through."

A cold, single eye opened the door and silently watched Cthulhu, whose face turned horrified upon seeing him.

"Smile, why aren't you smiling anymore?"

"No, it's impossible. Didn't I already kill you? This can't be..." He stared incredulously at the man who had stormed in with his men.

Nakux, wasn't he already killed by his own assassin? If he's the one here, then whose head is this?

Ignoring the bewildered C'Shus, Nakux quickly approached the Beast King, knelt on one knee, and said, "Father, I am late. Please forgive me."

"Haha, you've come at just the right time. How are the rebels outside?"

"Just as Pastor Lin said, those people did indeed get involved. However, fortunately, my second brother had already had his men occupy the most advantageous terrain, so we killed them all without paying too high a price."

"This is impossible. Why, why did you know it was me? Why..."

A hysterical voice echoed through the hall, but no one responded to the speaker.

"Pastor Lin, thank you for your help. Otherwise, I would have really been harmed by this heartless brother."

Nakux was genuinely grateful to the lovely human girl. At first, he found it hard to believe her, but when her people presented him with all the evidence, he had no choice but to believe that his brother and the people he had always considered his confidants had actually been plotting against him.

They first elevated Nadakors to the position of Beast King, because his situation would surely displease many orcs. When both they and he were severely injured, that would be the time for him to reap the benefits.

"You're too kind. I just don't want any unrest among the beastmen at this time. Besides, we came here to form an alliance, so naturally we need to lend a hand to you to show our determination to form an alliance."

"You're not dead?" The Barbarian King narrowed his eyes to slits. He had always been very confident in his palm strike, but he never expected that this woman would be completely unharmed.

"Are you looking forward to my death? What a pity, I'm so unharmed, I really have to apologize."

Although she shrugged innocently, Lin Xueyin suddenly unleashed the magical power protecting her. The intense magical power, like a natural disaster, made everyone feel a chill.

"You were the one who injured Aria just now, weren't you? Since you dared to do it, you'll have to pay the price."

Completely unexpectedly, the Barbarian King felt a growing unease as he encountered such powerful magic. However, having already made his move, the consequences were no longer within his control.

"Little girl, let me see just how far you, a holy priest, can go."

The mysterious assassin stared intently at the resurrected girl, a hint of resentment flashing in his eyes. However, it was too late to say anything more.

"Soldiers, the enemy is already trapped! Kill them!"

"Hmph, what's the use of having more people..."

Without haste, he lightly touched the air in a flash of light. In an instant, just a moment, the entire hall seemed to be rippled by a strange wave. The warriors were instantly sliced ​​into pieces of blood, as if cut by something eerie.

The stench of blood that filled the air made Lin Xueyin suddenly feel nauseous, her pale face staring at the scene before her.

Although she had experienced too many great battles, she still felt a little uncomfortable when this bizarre and tragic scene was presented to her again.

"I really want to know if you can bring these people back to life."

"You bastard..."

Lin Xueyin didn't speak, but she already heard Nakux's furious roar. Anyone would feel endless anger watching their subordinates being killed so easily and cruelly.

Just as Nakux was about to move forward, Lin Xueyin tightly grabbed his hand, which was gripping the giant axe.

He turned his head angrily, only to see Lin Xueyin shaking her head with a solemn expression, nodding to indicate that he should look around. Only then did he realize that, at some point, the other party had already covered the entire hall with too many silver threads.

"What, afraid to move?"

Her cold, almost provocative laugh, coupled with her confident expression, made the beastmen feel as if they were being mocked. However, Lin Xueyin looked at the threads with a calm expression.

"Holy Flame..."

A flame erupted from the tip of the staff. Lin Xueyin gently touched the staff to a slightly shiny spot. In an instant, the flame seemed to be guided by something and flew rapidly in all directions.

"These threads don't seem to be very good."

With an expression as if she had done something insignificant, Lin Xueyin innocently blinked at the mysterious assassin in front of her, but still couldn't see any fluctuation in the other party's exposed eyes.

"I never imagined that my indestructible silk threads would be burned by your flames. I really shouldn't underestimate you. If you weren't standing there, I would have sliced ​​those people in half... However, I have now completed my mission and should leave."

Leaving? He had always thought this assassin would help him obtain the throne, but now he was leaving at this moment. Wasn't that just abandoning him here?

"You can't leave! Didn't you say you'd help me become the Beast King? We made that agreement before."

"You actually believe in a pact with the devil? Should I praise you?"

Looking mockingly at the terrified C'Shus before him, the mysterious assassin turned his gaze to the Barbarian King. "So, do you want to come along?"