Those time travelers that year

He became the second powerful deity to fall after the Lord of Storms.

Faced with this blatant threat, each of them had no choice but to swallow their anger and return to their seats, watching helplessly as the situation worsened.

The absent-minded goddess of magic was unaware that she was being hacked, but the astute monkey noticed it. Glancing around, the monkey was unsurprised to discover that the one hacking the goddess of magic was none other than Ciel, who had unleashed yet another clone.

Now, CEO Xia has a profound understanding of the essence of his predecessors' practice of constantly creating various clones and avatars at the slightest disagreement. If the main body can't enter, no problem; he can simply eat ice cream outside the world while remotely directing operations from a computer.

The Lord of Cinder resides in the deepest part of the Abyss, where he not only created the Zerg and corrupted the consciousness of the Abyss, but also initiated the first round of StarCraft, and is now launching a battle royale event between the Zerg and the Demon Lords.

The current situation in the game is favorable, with numerous demon lords leading large numbers of demon armies engaged in a fierce battle with Zerg.

However, the more intense the fighting, the faster Zeg expands, and the more exaggerated the scale of its army becomes.

The fungal carpet spread ever wider, and wave after wave of insect swarms erupted, leaving the demons exhausted. The battle raged day and night, turning into a new bloodbath. An endless sea of ​​dogs, an endless sea of ​​dragons, and an even more endless sea of ​​thunder beasts—even the two remaining Abyss Princes, who surprisingly set aside their hatred, along with the remaining Lord Orbis and other demon lords, barely managed to maintain the situation from immediate annihilation.

It seems that victory or defeat is only a matter of time.

The second clone entered the prime material world and is currently holed up in a tavern room in Silvermoon City, secretly engaging in hacking activities and beginning to gradually gain access to the Black Magic Goddess.

"Hey kid, what are you doing?!" The monkey's true form asked from outside the world.

"Don't you think that if things continue like this, humanity is doomed?"

'What do you mean?!'

"Look, I created a swarm of insects in the endless abyss. Monkey King, you've created a completely new civilization in the astral plane. Compared to that, humanity in the prime material world is utterly backward..."

'...Then I thought, look, isn't the Magic Network a rudimentary form of a purely natural electronic network? Rather than letting it remain in the hands of these backward and ignorant fools, I might as well hack into their permissions and transform this Magic Network into an electronic network.'

"Are you sure this has any potential?" the monkey asked, squinting. "Aren't we just digging a hole we can't fill ourselves?"

"Of course!" Xia Er said with certainty, "That's a must. If we don't give humans a cheat code, they'll probably be doomed in the future anyway. Otherwise, let alone humans, even the powerful gods of those human pantheons, what will they use to resist when the Holy Mother's ship burns the planet to a crisp?"

The initial plan was to create chaos in this world, not to completely destroy it!

Destroying the world is something only a fool would think of.

'Besides, this stalemate isn't a solution. Let's just overturn more tables and force that privilege-controlled dog to reveal itself.'

The monkey thought for a moment, and realized that the death of a mere goddess of magic was nothing to cause the world to end. Besides, as Charles said, a stalemate was not a solution and would only waste time.

It's not impossible to simply clear out these divine monkeys; the difficulty lies in the fact that once all these gods are gone, that authority dog ​​might recklessly smash the jar and run away.

……

After dealing with the monkeys, Charles once again turned his attention to Silvermoon City. Meanwhile, his clone there, after a quiet night's rest, left the tavern where he was staying the next day.

What can you do in one night?

For Charles, a single night was enough to plant a seed of the abyss within the soul of the tavern's manager. In the material world, only these spellcasters now have a relatively close connection to the magic network, especially in Silvermoon City, a city with several chosen ones. It can be said that every corner here is closely connected to the magic network, and the closest connection is made by the spellcasters here.

Hacking the goddess of magic's access is easy, just a matter of time. Detonating some 'viruses' would be even easier and save even more time—what could be an easier carrier of a 'virus' than these spellcasters? Nothing!

In Xia Er's eyes, each spellcaster in this city was like an undefended botnet IP. If a 'virus' were implanted in them and then detonated at the necessary moment, it could completely blow up the graphics card of the magic network controller.

One or two spellcasters might not bother the Goddess of Magic, and detonating the 'virus' might not achieve the desired effect. But what if the 'virus' was implanted in one of the Goddess of Magic's chosen ones?

"It would be a shame not to take advantage of a group of guys with administrative privileges."

With this in mind, Sharl strolled leisurely onto the streets of Silvermoon City. Any spellcasters who passed by or encountered him, regardless of their identity—whether mage, warlock, paladin, priest, druid, or anything else—it didn't matter.

The 'virus' called the Abyss was planted deep within the souls of these unfortunate souls without their knowledge.

658. Silvermoon City Countdown (4)

The North has been in turmoil lately. First came the Battle of Orluel, followed by numerous succession struggles across many territories. And next up is the upcoming negotiation for the establishment of the Silvermoon Kingdom in Silvermoon City.

Ever since Oryl was killed by a husky who suddenly became incredibly intelligent and launched a sneaky stabbing attack, the entire North has been in turmoil. Although this husky, currently at the center of the storm, is lost and heading south, the North hasn't calmed down because of his departure. On the contrary, it seems that his nonchalant departure has spurred some unscrupulous individuals to launch a major operation.

Thanks to the Harpists' effective maneuvering, all the noble territories that had suffered heavy losses and were barely able to maintain their power were engulfed in civil war. Second sons who were late in line to the throne or had no claim to it, as well as members of the branch families, invariably launched rebellions. With the Harpists' covert support, one by one, they successfully seized power in Silvermoon City.

These newly minted nobles all knew that their actions were undermining the traditions of the aristocratic class, and that they would be ostracized by the traditional nobles. To avoid giving anyone an excuse to send troops to eliminate them, these new nobles all clung tightly to the coattails of Silvermoon City, offering their loyalty to a certain paper-mounter in Silvermoon City through the harpist.

In return for their kindness, or perhaps for a grander purpose, the harpist secretly mailed warning letters to lords and nobles who were dissatisfied with this internal disruption of tradition and order.

Of course, the tone wasn't threatening; the gist was that you should behave yourself in order to maintain stability and peace.

In any case, faced with influential figures like the harpists, these enraged lords and nobles had no choice but to suppress their urge to unleash a torrent of curses. They could only watch, utterly disgusted, as those traitors began exchanging glances with Silvermoon City.

In particular, when the clamor for the establishment of a unified kingdom arose, these lords and nobles who had no choice but to compromise discovered that those sycophantic bastards had already adopted a posture of uniting under the name of the Queen of Silvermoon City and dividing up the Northland together.

There's nothing we can do now that things have come to this.

Especially those lords who lost a large number or even all of their troops in the Battle of Oryrul. Facing the well-preserved Silvermoon City, along with several Chosen Ones of legendary combat prowess and the support of even more hidden metal dragons, it can only be said that their fate was sealed.

No matter how unwilling they are, under the current circumstances, the negotiations established by the Northern Silver Moon Kingdom, led by those voters, are not something they can resist.

Otherwise, if the Silvermoon Kingdom of the North were truly established, the first to be targeted would be these traditional lords and nobles. Under any other circumstances, whoever dared to do such a thing would definitely face a huge backlash. First and foremost, the red-robed mages would absolutely not want to see their old rivals pull this stunt. Besides, the gods of the nature pantheon would also be unwilling to see this happen. More likely, most of the gods in the human pantheon would not want to see this scenario unfold.

But not now. Countless minor and lesser divine powers have fallen to the mortal realm, while the rest of the gods are sealed within the upper realms. The Abyss is sealed off, and the Hell of Bathor has vanished. Those gods who would have prevented the establishment of the kingdom have either been annihilated or forced into silence.

This was an absolutely golden opportunity, one in a million, and if it could have been achieved by killing a god of the evil faction, it would have been even more foolproof. Unfortunately, it wasn't these chosen people who truly defeated Euryl. But that didn't stop them from manipulating public opinion to steal a share of the credit.

Once the kingdom is established, after more than a hundred years of public opinion manipulation, probably no one will remember that it wasn't the chosen people who defeated the evil god.

And that is the reality. Even if we cannot completely seize this achievement now, through public opinion, the entire northern human settlements, from the middle and lower noble classes to the common people, are filled with the idea that a kingdom must be established.

Don't think that these opinions are useless. If a noble or lord is found to be unwilling to agree to this matter, he or she may very well be labeled a 'dictator' or 'tyrant' and then be attacked, killed, and have his territory and everything taken away.

This kind of thing has happened countless times in this world.

Finally, faced with the aggressive Silvermoon City, the descendants of the northern settlers, the traditional lords and nobles, after weighing their options, had to admit they were truly powerless to reverse the situation. They now faced only two paths: one, to fight to the bitter end, but likely to be smeared with slander and ultimately meet a violent death; two, to compromise, using their remaining savings and reputation to negotiate a better price with the paper-mounter.

No one is a fool. In order to save their lives, these lords and nobles all made the decision to go to Silvermoon City after careful consideration.

Then came the grand negotiations for the establishment of the Silvermoon Kingdom in the North, drawing a large influx of nobles from all directions to Silvermoon City. Among them were those who had initially groveled, and those who had later reluctantly conceded defeat. In short, barring any unforeseen circumstances, this major event would end with the paper-mounting official in Silvermoon City emerging victorious.

The premise is that there are truly no exceptions.

However, the exception arrived in the city much earlier.

Charles had absolutely no interest in this negotiation conference. Although to outsiders, the handsome and charismatic Charles was also a member of the nobility, he went unnoticed by those with ulterior motives. After all, not every nobleman who came to this city would participate in the negotiations. Some nobles were simply fence-sitters, there to observe and see how things would unfold.

Those who were actually negotiating and arguing in the Silvermoon City Palace were all high-ranking nobles, wealthy merchants, and voters... Even though they pretended to include a few so-called 'representatives' in the negotiations, everyone knew that those so-called representatives were just political figureheads and puppets.

For lower-ranking nobles and ordinary merchants, as well as the far more numerous grassroots class, all they could do was wait, wait for those big shots and bigwigs to go through—nonsense, wrangling, compromise, concessions, exchanges of interests, verbal agreements, political struggles, secret alliances, backstabbing, handshakes, joint speeches, another meeting, arguments at the meeting… and so on, before they could finally speak together.

However, it must be said that this lively kingdom formation negotiation scene attracted a large number of people.

In the past, mages were extremely rare in the material world, but now in Silvermoon City, you could throw a stone on the street and hit two or three of them.

These completely unguarded wild chicken IPs, as long as they were encountered by Xia Er, were all infected with 'viruses'.

However, these unfortunate individuals were completely unaware of this.

659. The goddess of magic always has to die.

"What a beautiful city. Well, at least for a medieval era, the fact that this city could be built is thanks to this magical world..." Charles couldn't help but sigh as he flipped through the ancient parchment scroll in his hand, browsing its contents. For this world, Silvermoon City truly deserved its title as a gem of the North.

"What a pity, times have changed—Elasdra."

With a chuckle, Charles put down the parchment scroll in his hand and walked out of the room that housed various ancient documents. "Like this place, a place that, like Candleburg, gathers knowledge and history, but like the Library of Alexandria... it could not escape the fate of destruction."

“You agree, Mr. Halimorunin…” Charles looked at a frozen figure and said, “Oh, I forgot. Since I couldn’t find any trace of Elasdra for the time being, I could only come to the Sage’s Peak to find the esteemed custodian.” Smiling, Charles clapped his hands and casually walked past the person whose time had been frozen, leaving the room behind the scholar who had been infected by the abyss.

Incidentally, the location where Shire currently stands is Sage's Peak in Silvermoon City, a place similar to a library. If Candlekeep is the largest repository of Forgotten Realms' writings, then this is the greatest collection of knowledge.

Of course, in terms of reputation, Candleburg is more famous.

Who told there to be a silver dragon ghost loli living underground?

However, in the eyes of those in the know, the Sage's Peak in Silvermoon City is no less impressive than Candlekeep. This five-story building, resembling a horseshoe with five more spacious underground levels, is a labyrinthine structure that, in terms of history, predates even the legendary Elasdra.

In 882DR, before Silvermoon City was fully controlled by the Chosen of the Goddess of Magic, the High Mage of Silvermoon City heroically sacrificed himself during a fierce orcish horde attack. Afterwards, the city's inhabitants elected a humble and eloquent mage to become the next High Mage.

It was at that time that the High Mage built the Great Library, known as the High Summit.

This place is protected by a barrier called Vanuelen, and only those with the Dura Mark granted by the custodian, except for a select few, can enter. Unfortunately, even the Enchanted Barrier that shrouds Silvermoon City couldn't stop Sharl, and this barrier was no exception.

The reason for coming here is because there are many unregistered IPs here; spellcasters such as priests, mages, and warlocks are not uncommon. From the third to the fifth floor, everyone working here is a spellcaster.

How could Charles not come to such a wonderful place?

In particular, having already wandered around other places before, including the magic schools, the sorcerer's guild, and the temples of the other gods in the city, Xia Er had visited them all.

Along the way, he scattered countless Abyss Seeds. It could be said that, apart from the core Supreme Palace of Silvermoon City, which was the only place Sharl had not visited, he secretly scouted every other place where spellcasters frequently appeared.

To this day, no one has noticed anything amiss.

No one knew that in this bustling city, the shadow of destruction had already spread. Even more terrifying was that the 'virus' permeating the city would drag it and its more than 100,000 inhabitants into an abyss of despair.

Of course, this also includes the magical goddess whose job risks are even higher than those of a coal miner.

"So, you short-sighted bitch, if you could have invented WFIF and the internet, I wouldn't have killed you!" Stepping out of the now deathly silent Great Library, and hearing the sudden roar of cheers and commotion outside, Charles chuckled, reached into the air, and pulled out the spiral sword burning with twilight flames, plunging it into the ground.

After nearly half a month of wrangling, the nobles of the North compromised and began to respectfully address Alasdra as the Queen of the Silver Moon. This meant that after a long period of chaos and independence, a unified and powerful regime had finally been born in the North.

This was a historic and celebratory event for the residents of Silvermoon City. Brilliant magical fireworks rose into the sky from every corner of the city, and the sounds of laughter and cheers could be heard clearly even in Sharl, outside the Peak of Sages.

This is a time of jubilation. No one doubts the immense upheaval this regime will cause throughout the material world once its authority fully extends across the North. The faith and rule of the Goddess of Magic and her allies will unquestionably reign supreme over this northern world.

The premise is that nothing unexpected happens.

"After joining the company, I have thought about it for a while and I feel that the so-called evil gods are not evil at all."

"As the saying goes—human value is meaningless. Do you think there's any meaning to an anthill? No, it's either out of interest, out of boredom, or just to find some amusement..."

"...burning them with fire and watering them with water, watching the ants struggle to die amidst the flames and splashes, humans would only find it amusing and then forget about it."

"Similarly, for us, the humans in this world... no, all intelligent life and the gods who represent the rules of this world are all meaningless."

Listen to the joy echoing throughout the city, the bustling crowds. This night is a sleepless night for Silvermoon City, the birth of a unified kingdom.

Everyone found meaning in their existence at this moment. For the lower-class residents of Silvermoon City, this moment represented the complete transformation of Silvermoon City into the center of the North. These residents of the capital city naturally developed a misconception that they were about to become superior.

For lower-ranking nobles and merchants, the emergence of a new kingdom in the North, now free from chaotic control, will bring them greater benefits and more opportunities for advancement. The upper classes, previously controlled by powerful nobles and merchants, will also open their arms to them.

Then there are the ultimate beneficiaries. With the establishment of the kingdom and the political compromises, everyone can gain a share of power in the newly formed nation. And this power is enough to guarantee their family and descendants. All of this will prolong their interests and rule.

So even the most reluctant lords or nobles couldn't help but smile after the establishment of the Silvermoon Kingdom was announced—their final smiles.

"A kingdom that lasts only half a day—no, more like half an hour, hehehehe..." Sharl laughed, soaking in the joyful atmosphere of the entire city. The spiral sword he had plunged into the ground began to burn with a twilight-colored flame. "I hope you all have even more fun! Mortals..."

As the campfire burned, a setting sun suddenly appeared in the night sky, illuminating the night.