Miss Wang Weina, even your cousin won't do!

I met the Demon King, who enslaved all races.

Talulah, unusually silent, listened as the black serpent finished reciting the entire prophecy, then asked with a look of doubt and wariness:

"What does this have to do with me?"

"What does this have to do with anything?" the black serpent asked incredulously. "Don't you feel anything about this? The Demon King is the enemy of humanity! Bozokasti brought the Demon King! He's bringing the Demon King to see you!"

Talulah chuckled. She suddenly felt that the black snake wasn't so difficult to deal with after all; it had weaknesses and things it feared.

It wasn't a supreme evil god, but just a cult leader who was slightly stronger than himself.

Talulah retorted coolly, "Do you think I would believe in something like prophecy?"

Black Snake was speechless for a moment.

Talulah continued, "You predicted that I would become you. What has become of me? Have I become you? You predicted that I would be disappointed in everything I upheld and accept your ideals. Have I accepted them? You predicted that all my efforts would ultimately be in vain and that I would destroy it all with my own hands. Have I done so?"

“Prophecies are all false. Alina told me that things are up to people. If the future was really already arranged by the so-called prophecy, then why do you need to appear every time I waver and persistently bewitch me? You can just lie on your bed in your ducal mansion and wait for me to come to you and beg to become your next puppet.”

Talulah felt a long-lost sense of accomplishment, a satisfaction she hadn't felt since her repeated setbacks on the snowfield. This gave her a touch of joy. She looked at the silent black snake and mocked it mercilessly:

"Besides dressing up as me, wearing this little dress and stockings, and wagging your tongue in front of me, what else can you do? I will never believe anything you say."

Talulah stroked her chin, and suddenly thought of something:

“However, since you hate the Demon King so much, I think I should have Mr. Patriot go and greet that Demon King as soon as possible.”

"You!" Black Serpent's expression twisted for a moment, but quickly returned to normal. He lamented, "You have no idea what you're talking about."

“But I know exactly what I’m doing. Alina told me that the more your enemies hate you, the more right you are to do. If they applaud and praise you, then you’re making a big mistake!”

Talulah said confidently.

Kosichrie gave Talulah a cold look, a sharp glint in his eyes.

"Alina...Alina?"

It muttered the name twice under its breath, a cruel smile returning to its face, and coldly snorted:

"Then it's up to you. You'll regret your choice sooner or later. I promise."

After saying that, he turned around and walked towards the castle without waiting for Talulah's reaction. He walked faster and faster until he even started running, disappearing into the area as if he couldn't wait any longer.

Talulah stared blankly at the black snake's retreating figure without hesitation, then suddenly called out:

"Hey, wait a minute, don't go! How do I get out of this godforsaken place?"

Even Wayne, a master of mental power, got lost when he first entered the Consciousness Empire, let alone Talulah, who was venturing into the mental realm for the first time. If it weren't for the Black Serpent's magic, she probably would never have had the chance to enter the Consciousness Empire in her life.

The sound received no response, as expected, but Talulah noticed that after the black snake entered the castle that symbolized Koschie, the castle gradually began to become illusory, and finally burst like a bubble, disappearing without a trace.

Has the castle in Kosichême disappeared?

Talulah stared blankly at everything. What did this mean? Koschei ran away? Was he scared away? Just because he heard the news that the Demon King was coming, Koschei, who always seemed so confident and in control, ran away like that?

Most of what she said just now was deliberately meant to provoke Kosichrie, but now that she has calmed down, Talulah has to seriously consider the so-called prophecy.

Koschei had no reason to lie about something like this, and if he were lying, he wouldn't have bothered to make such a pathetic escape at the end. Hmm, Talulah suddenly realized that Black Serpent's hasty actions just now meant he was planning to flee.

Making threats while running away, typical Black Snake.

Is the Demon King really that terrifying?

Talulah suddenly felt a blur before her eyes, and the Empire of Consciousness plunged into darkness in the blink of an eye, like a corridor with the lights off, until finally, even the land she was standing on merged into nothingness. She opened her eyes abruptly and found herself lying in a tent, with the familiar green tent top in front of her.

"You're awake... Leader!" "Are you alright, Talulah?"

Bozokasti and Yelena's voices rang out simultaneously; one seemed relieved, while the other sounded somewhat anxious.

Talulah blinked, touched her face, and then nervously examined her outfit. Only after confirming she wasn't wearing the little dress and stockings did she breathe a sigh of relief, sit up, and wave to Bozokasti and Yelena.

"I am fine."

As she spoke, she looked at Patriot, hesitated for a moment, and then couldn't help but ask:

"Mr. Patriot, what exactly is this Demon King you speak of?"

"Did she have some kind of...prophecy?"

Patriot's eyes flickered, he looked away, nodded silently, then shook his head, and finally said simply:

"Don't believe in prophecies or anything like that."

He knew of the Demon King's prophecies, of course. One of them was even intimately connected to him, stemming from his bloodline—a phrase born from the whispers of countless Sarkaz ancestors.

—The last pure-blooded Wendigo will die at the hands of the Demon King.

P.S.: It's alright now. I kept watch all night, and by the time I got home it was already the next day. I'll keep watch one more night tonight, and then my duty will be fulfilled. I hope the old man rests in peace.

Chapter 132 The Journey

"Ah!"

Surtr rubbed his arms, sniffing through his stuffy nose as he muttered under his breath:

"This place is so cold! It's incredibly cold, and it's covered in snow!"

Theresa glanced at her with a hint of helplessness, then called for Nine to stop the car. She got out, took out a pre-prepared cotton coat from the trunk, and handed it to Surtr:

"I told you not to be so stubborn."

Surtr pouted, hesitated for a moment, then tilted his head back, took the cotton coat, and put it on, muttering to himself as he did so:

"I never expected it to snow here, let alone such a heavy snowfall."

“It snows in Londinium too,” Theresa said casually. “It’s just that the palace is always heated, so it’s not cold.”

She paused for a moment, thinking it best to say it now to avoid Surtr complaining later, and then said:

"Not only that, life on the tundra is vastly different from life in the palace, and it's very likely that it's even worse than your life in Kazdel. There's no heating, no soft beds, and not even private rooms. There's no hot water, no place to shower whenever you want, and you might not even have enough to eat for a long time. That's life on the tundra."

Surtr shuddered, clicked his tongue, and looked at Theresa, asking whether he was joking or serious:

"Can we go back?"

Theresa nodded: "Okay, but not now."

Mudrock tapped Surtr on the head. Her power armor had built-in temperature control, keeping her warm even in the icy tundra. With her helmet on, there was practically no difference between standing in Londinium and standing on the tundra. Compared to Surtr, she was more familiar with mercenary life, so these harsh conditions weren't a major problem for her. However…

She looked at Theresa with some concern.

And Theresa? She's the Demon King, the queen of the Sarkaz, the wife of Prince Wayne, and the mistress of Lentinium. Can she adapt to this kind of life?

Seemingly sensing the worry in Mudrock's gaze, Theresa smiled easily and shook her head:

"The hardships that the Sarkaz endured during the reconstruction of Kazdel cannot be summarized by the harsh environment alone."

Mudstone nodded almost imperceptibly.

That's true. It's not something she needs to worry about. Theresa isn't one to act impulsively. Since she insisted on coming to the snowfield despite Prince Wayne's objections, she must have already made preparations. She only needs to fulfill her duties, do her job as a guard, and keep an eye on this somewhat unruly red-haired Sarkaz beside her.

Mudrock nodded inwardly, pulled her hands out of her sleeves, and retreated into her armor. The armor's interior was mostly filled with Mudrock's earth magic; once the mud was dispersed, she would have ample room to move around. However, she had recently run out of inspiration; she had already completed all eighteen poses for Prince Wayne and didn't know what to do next. So, she curled up inside the armor, hugged her knees, closed her eyes, and decided to get a good night's sleep.

Just then, she heard a series of banging sounds coming from her helmet. When she opened her eyes, sure enough, it was Surtr.

Surtr, with a pleading look on his face, tapped her helmet and said:

"Mudstone, mudstone, I remember you have air conditioning here, can I come in?"

You want to get into my armor?!

Mudstone's brow furrowed: "No!"

I have so many precious treasures inside! What if you break them? Besides, how crowded would that armor be if you squeezed in!

Surtr lowered his head in disappointment, his face looking like a sullen kitten.

Seeing her on the verge of tears, Mudstone's heart softened. Letting her into the armor was out of the question, but a hug was possible. She opened her arms and pulled Surtr into her embrace. Although the massive armor was cold on the outside, it gradually warmed up after she held Surtr's upper body in her arms.

Theresa watched this scene with some surprise, a smile unconsciously appearing on her face. She looked at Nine, who was driving and didn't dare utter a word, and said:

"Let's keep going, how much further?"

Nine glanced at the message sent by the Serpent Scale Headquarters last time and replied:

"It's about 130 kilometers away from the last report of Talulah appearing in the monitored area."

"Can it arrive today?"

"Yes, but the roads in the tundra are difficult to travel, and we'll probably arrive at night," Jiu replied.

Theresa pondered for a moment, then shook her head:

"Then there's no rush. Let's stop about ten kilometers away from them, rest for the night, and then make contact with them."

The guerrillas would be on high alert at night, and Theresa didn't want to make contact with them then. Besides, they had both been traveling all day and were exhausted; they should give each other some time to rest and meet again the next day in the best possible condition.

Thinking this, Theresa gazed at the boundless tundra and let out a long sigh of relief.

............

Victoria, Lentinium.

Wayne straightened his collar and the hem of his clothes in front of the full-length mirror. Behind him stood Winster, who was apologizing.

"Your Highness, I am very sorry. The unicorn failed in its duty at Lungmen and nearly put you in danger."

Wayne glanced at Winster through the reflection in the mirror and retorted:

"It wasn't just a close call; I practically brushed past danger. That shot almost hit my face."

Winster lowered his head again, his face grim and embarrassed, this time even lower.

"I'm sorry, Your Highness, the unicorn's main attention was focused on stopping the black-clad figure monitoring you nearby, and it didn't have time to make a move. I'm very sorry!"

Wayne curled his lip, snorted coldly, and did not answer.

He knew that Unicorn was hindering Black Cloak. In fact, this was very important. If Unicorn hadn't managed to stop Black Cloak, who was secretly monitoring him, with his small group, everything he did in District 3 would have been discovered by Black Cloak. Even if the blame could be pinned on Wei Yanwu, Wei Yanwu would know the truth and become wary of him, making it more difficult to frame him later.

However, compared to one's life, this is still far less important.

"I'll let it go this time. According to your rules, punish that negligent unicorn, and I won't pursue the matter any further."

Wayne said calmly. He had also begun to seriously consider Theresa's suggestion.

The unicorn ultimately belongs to the nation, not to him personally. In crucial moments, he might be distracted by other matters and unable to protect himself in every way. Furthermore, Wayne himself is not skilled in combat. He might be able to handle one or two assassins, but he would be in real danger if he encountered someone powerful or equipped with advanced weapons.