Armored Cavalry, survive in a world full of mods

By chance, the three of them were sent out to another city to retrieve something... The thing they retrieved was nothing special; even the priest who sent them didn't care much about it, treating it like sending a child out to buy sauce. It was just a tattered piece of paper torn from an ancient book, so tattered that it would crumble into pieces with the slightest breath, making one worry that when they returned, all that would be left was a handful of scraps... At that point, their superiors would unleash merciless whips and sticks upon them, and would have no patience to listen to their so-called explanations.

To protect the paper, Bevis carefully tucked it into the copybook he was making—the most valuable possession they were allowed to hold, through which they could recite the teachings of the gods day and night.

But even with such caution, an unexpected incident still occurred... On their way back, they encountered a group of bandits—or rather, mountain people who were struggling to survive. They were just as ruthless and unscrupulous as the bandits, and they didn't even intend to spare the three penniless servants. In their panic, they fled into an underground cave to escape.

This was a last desperate struggle in despair... After all, this kind of place has always been the home of bats and dark creatures. It's pitch black inside, so they dare not go back, but they also can't find a way out. In the end, they can only starve to death, dying even more miserably than those beggars.

Perhaps they had become accustomed to facing difficulties and despair, but the three of them still struggled to survive. The bond between them had long surpassed that of blood brothers and the connection between blood ties. It was a true bond forged in the crucible of life and death. None of them would abandon their friend. They supported each other all the way, surviving by eating frogs caught in the darkness, struggling in despair.

And it was under these circumstances that they finally witnessed the biggest turning point of their lives...

454 Thief (3)

The cave was dark and damp, with nothing in sight. Cold, damp air flowed slowly down the crevices in the ground, and various indistinguishable creatures crawled sparsely in the shadows. It was hard to tell whether they were venomous snakes or harmless lizards...

All three of them carried fire starters, but couldn't find any fuel to ignite it... Their clothes were for maintaining body temperature in this cold place, and the copied scriptures couldn't be easily set on fire unless absolutely necessary. Otherwise, if they were discovered to have destroyed the scriptures without permission after they left, they would face dire consequences.

Everything here is cold and damp. Not to mention lighting it, even touching it makes you feel uncomfortable from the bottom of your heart. The moss growing in the places that are constantly soaked in moisture is as slippery as rotting internal organs, carrying a strange smell of decay.

They couldn't see anything, but they dared not return the way they came—no one could guarantee that the starving mountain people wouldn't be waiting outside... The three young men, who had suffered greatly since childhood, knew very well just how low people's bottom line could be.

The three starving men knew perfectly well why they were relentlessly pursuing three penniless young men who had no grudge against them... Just thinking about the terrible and miserable consequences made them abandon their last hope and resolve to starve to death in the cave rather than risk going out. At least if they starved to death here, they could at least leave with a whole body.

Thus, they dared neither retreat nor advance, and could only grope around each day to catch the small animals that lived in the crevices of the stone walls. Whether they were slimy or had shells and long legs, they had to force themselves to put them in their mouths to soothe their burning stomachs.

This was the only option, but not a wise one. They managed to get through the first few days, but then something they ate quickly destroyed their digestive systems. After suffering from intestinal spasms, vomiting, diarrhea, weakness, headaches, and other torments, the three of them were barely clinging to life and could barely crawl on the ground.

At this point, it was almost certain that their fate had come to an end—a life of mediocrity, humility, and toil, followed by a miserable and unnoticed death. They died silently in the cave because of something they ate wrong, and more than a decade later, their bones served as a warning to those who came after them, letting them know that three such young people had died in this place.

The slimy frogs had briefly filled their bellies, but now they might cost them their lives... But for Bevis at this moment, he didn't care much anymore. He would rather die than continue eating frogs. Just thinking about those stinking, sticky, viscous, cold, foul-smelling flesh rolling in his throat made his stomach convulse even when it was empty. When he ate these frogs, he was so dirty, humble, and desperate, like a dog with a broken leg licking the blood left by a butcher on the ground.

What were they then? No matter how much they struggled, how humbled they were, how much they suffered bullying and ridicule, they were ultimately destined for such a desperate death... If that's the case, why didn't they die with their parents? At least that would have been a quicker and more painless death, wouldn't it?

In this despair, the three of them became weak and listless, lying in the dirty mud, waiting for the moment they would die... This should have happened without any surprise, but the surprise just happened.

As they lay dying, a blue light suddenly emanated from the darkness, like a brilliant galaxy piercing through the clouds and finally falling upon the world. The gentle light, however, almost blinded them in an instant, leaving them feeling alienated and disoriented, along with immense panic.

Under such stimulation, they, who were already exhausted and waiting to die, actually squeezed out some strength from their bodies. In extreme panic, they raised their heads and stared for a while before finally discovering the source of the light.

...They were worms hanging down from above, each one as clear and translucent as white jade, their bodies enveloped in a glowing pale blue mucus, like beaded curtains hanging in a royal palace. A single one might have a faint glow, but thousands upon thousands together were enough to illuminate the entire cave in every detail.

However, this dazzling and dreamlike scene also concealed a deadly danger—right before their eyes, a flying insect with transparent wings, dazzled by the light, crashed headfirst into the hanging slime, its wings instantly stuck, unable to break free, and could only be calmly and slowly approached by the worm, which began to slowly gnaw at it.

No one knew why these insects suddenly glowed at this moment, but it was undoubtedly an opportunity for them—they had tried to continue exploring before, but the only burning scripture had turned to ashes because it was dry and easy to burn. Now, however, it was a godsend, illuminating their path forward.

Bivis didn't know how long these insects could keep burning. He cheered on his two brothers, even forcibly dragging them off the ground. Enduring the intense discomfort, they crawled forward inch by inch, their knees scraped raw and their hands cut and bleeding from the rocks, but they refused to stop... At least compared to the endless torment before, what appeared before them now could undoubtedly be called hope.

The arduous crawling continued for an unknown amount of time, but the insects that provided them with light never left. With the help of the blue light, which was as clear as seawater, they made their way to the deepest part of the cave.

When his palms were worn raw and his whole body was exhausted, Bivis finally saw something different from the narrow, damp rock wall—a spiral-shaped door with a strange and unsettling biological feel, like the organs of some kind of creature intertwined together.

They didn't know what it was, but they were already desperate to find that the end of the water flow was a hole only half the size of a head, with no way to go. In the end, they could only try to open the door.

Unwittingly, his finger pressed on the protrusion in the center of their body. After a slight stinging sensation, the door slowly opened before them, like the gaping maw of some monster in the darkness.

And it was within this place that they not only gained the chance to survive, but also acquired unimaginable knowledge and secrets... secrets concerning the world.

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Most people assume that the world is as they perceive it to be, and believe that this state will continue indefinitely. Just as you need wood, you have to take an axe and go into the mountains to cut it down, or buy it from someone else with money, or you have to drink water or a beverage to quench your thirst... Nothing is an exception, and the methods to achieve your goals will never exceed people's understanding.

But over the centuries, countless wise men have emerged among humankind. How could their intelligent and curious minds not be filled with curiosity and skepticism about everything around them? There are always those who believe that the world holds deeper secrets, those who believe that truth awaits their discovery, and those who are always pursuing more knowledge.

Most of them are destined to fail, exhausting their entire lives but still struggling to break through the bottleneck and obtain the answer they want... But there will always be some who, with the help of good luck and wisdom, find those clues and discover or know something.

However, sometimes only the wise who have truly reached this point will realize that not all knowledge is good, not all is without cost, and not all is beneficial to the world. Some things will always be discovered, and it is better to keep them buried forever.

In a small stone chamber at the end of that narrow, damp cave, the three of them learned of a strange prophecy—the chaotic being wanted to enter this world, but was blocked by the iron and blood of the Burners. In the end, it could only reluctantly send its tentacles through, only to wither away quickly, eternally roaring in thirst and rage…

At the time, they didn't understand why, and only felt that the words carved on the back of the door were a bit strange and full of mystical meaning... What really excited them were the other things in the stone chamber, some of which meant that they could live well and with dignity, and that they could master things that surpassed ordinary people.

This unexpected gift was so wonderful. Although Bivis and Steador were only able to master a small part of it, they could easily change their situation and life if they used it carefully and cleverly. It even helped them easily get rid of the bandits who were eyeing them from the very beginning. Both of them were very satisfied with this and determined to pass on this knowledge. They even had some small ambitions to make some changes to their terrible and dark hometown.

At the time, he still believed that the three of them would always trust each other, and that the bond forged in the trials of life and death would be as strong as an iron chain connecting their hearts, helping them to achieve their ideals together... But he did not realize that Aiatros had already begun to hide things from them.

Compared to the two of them, Ayatoros was the truly gifted one. Things that they couldn't understand were as easy for him as telling a wolf to eat meat. So while the other two were still just scratching the surface, he had already become deeply engrossed in it, greedily learning everything that was sealed away, and sinking deeper and deeper into it.

No one knows when Ayatoros began to change... By the time Bevis and the others realized it, it was too late. Their once familiar, honest, and reliable friend had become greedy and vicious, and in the short two years they had been traveling, he had already built his own kingdom in the darkness.

They had once held onto a sliver of hope, a desire to believe in the friendship between the three of them, but that hope was shattered in an instant… Ayatoros’s heartlessness and malice were beyond their imagination; from the very beginning, he had wanted to kill them both… He didn’t want to see anyone else besides himself possess that precious knowledge, didn’t want anyone else to be able to wield that power.

Once he made up his mind, he did it without any mercy, leaving them no room for maneuver... But fortunately, the two of them had finally developed some skills and were no longer the naive young men who were at the mercy of others a few years ago. They managed to survive from their former friends, but the process was by no means easy.

When they escaped, they were separated and began to face the relentless pursuit of the organization created by Aiatros. They were only reunited some time ago, but they never expected that fate would take such a turn...

He didn't know what had happened to Aiatros... but he knew it was definitely related to what they had found, and the other party's subsequent actions proved it... After becoming that mysterious Holy See, he announced to his followers that their ultimate goal was to welcome the coming of the Lord of All Wisdom, at which time everyone would be filled with wisdom and enjoy peace and happiness...

Only then did he realize the true meaning of the sentence he had seen earlier... There was probably something behind Aiatoros... This thing prompted his transformation, this thing gave him this idea, and at the same time made his ambition impossible to suppress.

After that, Ayatoros began to use any means necessary, employing the evil knowledge and power he had acquired to make his organization flourish and infiltrate various countries, constantly stirring up chaos, causing wars and conflicts around the world... Almost no one could guess his purpose from these things. It was as if he was purely trying to create chaos and had no other desires but to destroy order.

Many countries, after suffering losses, don't even know who was responsible... and this old man is struggling to protect himself, so naturally he has no energy to do anything else. He can only watch with despair and helplessness as the darkness of his former friends grows stronger, receiving worse and worse news after repeatedly dodging and dealing with his pursuers.

At that time, he almost thought that his life would go by like this, but every time this happened, there would always be an unexpected solution to his predicament... Who could have imagined that a student he had inadvertently nurtured could become a major threat to the organization? And he had already achieved this much... far more than he, this useless old man, could have done.

455 The Shadow of War (1)

"That's all I know. Of course, there are many more details to discover, but I believe you, Lord Tersolius, don't have the time or need to listen any further."

The old man, who still insisted on drinking hot water in the sweltering heat, wiped the fine sweat from his forehead again. His trembling beard showed that he was smiling. The cool breeze blowing in from outside the grape trellis took away the heat inside and made the ground outside, which was being baked by the sun, appear even hotter and brighter.

Such weather is unsuitable for activities, but the capital is bustling with activity. Soldiers are undergoing training in several enormous arenas... Each of them is carefully selected and possesses considerable military skills and qualities. This so-called training is more about getting them to work together, building basic understanding and trust, and thus forming a cohesive legion.

The rigorous selection process exceeded the expectations of many citizens in the capital. Many of them were full of ambition, thinking they would be easily selected. However, they were still eliminated by wave after wave of tests. Only those veterans who had truly honed their skills in the legion and the most outstanding individuals were able to join this newly established legion.

The emperor immediately fulfilled his promise, providing the entire legion with weapons and equipment that were considered luxurious even in the empire. On the very first day, he issued the legion's banner, a symbol of glory, and gave all soldiers three months' worth of pay in one go. Now, even the most demanding, picky, and greedy people have been satisfied. The newly formed legion is eager to use its swords to win honor for itself and prove that it is worthy of the title.

As the imperial commander and the de facto leader of this legion, Tersolius naturally had little free time to spare. In fact, if the old man's intelligence hadn't been so crucial, he probably wouldn't have been able to spare even this little bit of time.

"...I really should set off, sir. What you said is extremely valuable to us. After all, we have never been able to figure out the true nature of these scoundrels... Now, it is time to wipe this cancer out of the world. Now that they have been completely exposed to the sunlight, they have no possibility of continuing to exist."

Thesolius stood up calmly, looking at the sun-drenched land outside, and Bevis nodded to him one last time.

"This flawed organization has existed for far too long; someone must correct this error... I believe there is no nation on this land more capable of doing so than the Empire. Let the flames of iron and blood burn away what should not exist..."

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Bosdor had once been a scout—though he wasn't particularly outstanding, brave, or ruthless, and didn't achieve many merits, he still managed to survive until his retirement thanks to his wit and cunning, and received the money provided to veterans.

Unlike many of his colleagues, Perseto did not develop a habit of hedonism and extravagance, wasting his money in taverns and brothels and then having to find a way to return to the army. Instead, he cleverly started a fur trade, and with this substantial capital and his innate wisdom and cunning, he quickly made the business thrive. He even earned enough money to buy himself a house in the imperial capital.

Although the house was small and cramped, it was still a dream home and a precious asset for many people... This also cost him most of his savings, leaving him only enough to maintain his business.

At the time, he thought it was all worthwhile, believing that with his intelligence and capital, he would soon accumulate even more money. But who could have predicted that fate would deal him such a blow—the furs lost in the chaos were nowhere to be found, and apart from his house, he suddenly became poor, even facing financial difficulties a month from now.

If he sold the house, he could have some capital again... but after thinking it over, he gave up the idea—after all, it was too risky and reckless. If he failed, he would really lose everything, and his whole family would probably have to become beggars.

Just when he was at his wit's end and had nowhere to turn, an opportunity appeared before him—an opportunity he was already very familiar with, one that had once been a turning point in his life.

He got to where he is today thanks to the large sum of money he received after retiring from the army. Without that money, he would probably still be a poor farmer racking his brains, calculating every penny and hesitating whether to go to the tavern for a drink. It was in the army that he got the opportunity to stand out.

Although he did not gain a higher status and identity through his meritorious service in war like those truly outstanding people, he still acquired considerable wealth. He did not envy those people because Bosdor was always a very self-aware man. He knew very well the extent of his own abilities and understood that he was just an ordinary person with some cleverness. He could not be as brave and powerful as those true warriors, so he could not possibly achieve such merits.

So on his first day in the army, he already understood his future goal: to strive for opportunities to make merit, but not beyond his capabilities, and to keep a low profile and be cautious in order to obtain the compensation that soldiers in the legion receive after retirement. If he could make additional merits, that would be great, but if it was too dangerous, he would wisely give it up no matter how generous the final reward was, and just do what he should do in his position.

Everything that happened afterward proved his decision to be correct. For an ordinary person like him, it was undoubtedly the safest option. After accumulating some wealth and establishing himself, he thought he would never have the chance to connect with the military again. He thought his life would pass by peacefully, waiting for his son to take over his business, and then, after he grew old and frail, he would die of illness and be burned to ashes and buried in the city cemetery.

He had even planned out his dying wish: that his two sons burn him to ashes with hardwood... This was a funeral reserved for respectable people in the capital, since the best hardwood was not cheap, and the transportation costs alone for this kind of timber, which was harvested from the northern mountains, would be enormous... But he never expected that, after all the twists and turns, he would end up back in the army.

Of course, he had no resistance to returning to the army. Although he was somewhat disappointed that the stable life he had envisioned was gone, he would not miss this opportunity since he had developed his career in the army. Although it seemed very difficult to get this opportunity into his hands, it was worth trying.

The new legion will use the White Wolf as its banner and bear the glorious name of the First Guards Legion. It will also be extremely selective in its recruitment, rejecting even some veteran soldiers due to years of laxity and disorganization. Only those who have undergone long-term military training and are among the best will receive this honor.

Such soldiers, once combined and trained, can immediately form a fighting force, which is a valuable asset to any country. Perhaps only an empire in the whole world can still be so selective and picky in this situation, which can be described as picky and extravagant.

The emperor and the commander-in-chief did not hide anything from the citizens of the capital. Everyone knew that after a few days of simple training, the legion would immediately set off to fight the rebels. However, with General Tersolius, who had lashed out at the world, leading the army, no one doubted their victory. They only regretted not being able to participate in this victory that would bring them honor, status, and wealth, and regretted missing such an opportunity.

Bosdor originally just wanted to give it a try. If it didn't work out, he had other ideas, but they were more difficult and easier to fail on... Especially after seeing several veterans being eliminated, he almost gave up hope. But he never expected that the result he had given up on would actually appear before him.

Perhaps it was because his years of running injuries hadn't diminished his physical fitness, or perhaps it was because he had racked his brains to maintain and develop his business, which kept him sharp and cunning, or perhaps it was because he had never forgotten his days in the army, so he was still incredibly familiar with military drills... In any case, he successfully passed the test and became a soldier again.

The familiar, soft red military uniform was once again issued to him, along with a matching headscarf, socks, shoes, and belt... It was a little too big, but it fit him perfectly, allowing him to move more freely and without hindering his actions, just like when he was a scout... His dagger had cut through the tender stew on the bone, and it had also slit the throats of enemies. He had worn armor far more often than he hadn't.

Then, three months' worth of military pay arrived in his hands all at once... There was no chance to squander it, and no one had time to covet it. It was a real sum of money, enough to even support his business again if he pieced it together. However, he had no way to back down now, so he kept only a portion for emergencies and gave the rest to his wife.

The once-familiar arena is still bustling with activity today, but there are no longer gladiators competing in it, nor are there any wild beasts being stabbed by sharp blades amidst the cheers of the audience. Amidst the billowing dust, only the soldiers' footsteps gradually become more skillful and orderly as they go from being unfamiliar with the terrain.

Bosdor was one of them, in a square formation, marching from one end of the arena to the other in response to the officer's commands. In this vast arena, there were more than a dozen square formations like theirs, each consisting of a whole hundred men.

The dust kicked up with each step his boots took, not enough to make him breathless, but it felt strange nonetheless… It had been years since he last marched forward in formation with his comrades like this, and even his memories had become hazy. But this intense, fierce, and chilling atmosphere would never be forgotten; it was etched into his bones and seeped into his blood. Whenever he saw this scene again, his heart would pound violently.

He could never forget that period of his life, nor could he forget the most glorious and passionate days of his life. Even though life had worn down his edges, he could not forget the taste of the army and war, nor could he hide his desire for glory and victory.

And so, without realizing it, a smile crept onto Bosdor's lips. As the officers shouted their commands, his voice grew louder, and with each step forward, it was as if he were burying his boots in the ground. The muscles in his legs felt as if they were on fire, and countless other veterans shared his heightened emotions.

At that moment, he seemed to understand those veterans who chose to rejoin the army after retiring from the legion... They had become accustomed to gaining glory in wars of iron and blood, so how could they possibly settle down to live a mundane life? Their hearts could no longer tolerate mediocrity, especially after they had truly experienced it.

Tomorrow they will don their armor and line up in formation to continue their training until they are fully integrated. Then they will head to their battlefield, just as every imperial soldier should do, to earn honor and respect with swords and blood.

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"Now that things have come to this, we have no way out. Although the plan has failed and the emperor is still alive, it does not mean that we have no chance at all... At least, our three legions are approaching the capital."

"What's the use of getting close? The Capital Garrison Legion hasn't been declared a rebel; they're still under the Emperor's control. As long as such a legion guards the capital, even if we bring in two more legions, we still won't succeed!"

In the crowded tent, a stern-faced man spoke first, but his words were immediately refuted by a short-haired nobleman with a resentful expression, clearly in a bad mood.

"Not to mention that Tersolius even managed to bring back a portion of the army! We have failed, you have completely messed things up! Once the southern army returns, we will all be finished!"

“No, we haven’t failed yet.” Turials, his face now much more serious and composed, simply looked down at the map, his finger slowly tracing the vast terrain surrounding the city.

“We still have one chance…Tesorus will definitely come to fight us with his army; he won’t give us the opportunity to cut off our transportation and communication…”

456 The Shadow of War (2)

A forest had been completely cut down, leaving only bare tree stumps that silently testified to something. The slightly cracked wood, still damp with moisture, proved that the tree had not been felled for very long, not even long enough for it to dry completely.

From above, the felled trees in this dense forest stretch out in a continuous line, as conspicuous as bald patches on a thick coat of hair. Conservative estimates suggest at least several thousand trees have been felled and hauled away, and three cleared roads have been built around the area to transport the timber.

Wood was an indispensable material in this era, needed in all aspects of people's lives, and even more so for a large army. Whether it was the fences and walls for setting up camp, the spikes in the trenches, or even the barracks for living, all needed to be built with wood. The amount was also quite astonishing, and only an army could cut down an entire forest in a short period of time.

These timbers, which were not air-dried, were destined to crack quickly afterward. If there was a lot of rain, they might also become moldy and could not be used for long. However, for the army, these were the only uses for them. As long as they could be used temporarily, it was considered to make the best use of them. When the soldiers left, they would often discard these cracked timbers or simply chop them up to use as fuel.

The mobilized army is not only a catastrophe for humans, but also an irresistible natural enemy for any creature in the world. The slightly more alert creatures in the forest have already begun to leave, and those that are less alert have basically become wild game stewed in the soldiers' pots... They don't care whether the animals in this forest will become extinct, they only care about whether they can add more oil to their own bowls.

With a sharp crack, the whip snapped against the draft horse's rump. It made a loud noise, but it did little to harm the thick-skinned horse. It only pulled out two hairs, kicked up some dust, and made the behemoth snort and begin to move slowly forward.

With a powerful burst of strength from his strong muscles, he easily began to drag the tree trunk tied to the thick hemp rope. In the rolling yellow dust, he began to move along the road at a steady and slow pace. The soldiers following behind would occasionally crack their whips to keep the horse moving. On both sides of the road, soldiers like him drove livestock or wagons to transport timber in an endless stream, and the billowing yellow dust they kicked up could be easily seen even from miles away.

The legion had prepared plenty of livestock this time, seemingly having received considerable support from somewhere, which made the soldiers' work much easier. Otherwise, these tree trunks wouldn't have been pulled by livestock, but rather dragged back bit by bit on their shoulders. Even a strong man might not be able to make two round trips in a whole day, and could only drag away a maximum of four tree trunks as thick as a bowl at a time.

At the border between the central province and the northern province of Northri, three legions camped and converged, their camps stretching for dozens of miles, almost as majestic as a city. The gleaming armor of the soldiers in the camps shimmered like carp in a river as they marched in formation, and the banners fluttering in the wind were painted with the honors of their legions, showcasing the glory they had achieved in the past.

The camp here is only half-built, with gaps in many places. The outer trenches are not yet lined with sharp stakes, and are being filled as soldiers bring back timber. The camp's craftsmen and auxiliary soldiers are using various tools to process the still damp timber, digging out the soil and creating trenches.

This is undoubtedly a powerful military force. The simultaneous operation of the Empire's three legions poses a tremendous threat to any neighboring country. They are capable of destroying a nation, ravaging a land, and causing war to spread to millions of people, making them a man-made natural disaster.

Such a powerful military force is now approaching the central province without orders from the Senate or the Emperor, and has even reached a point only a little over a hundred miles from the capital... What does this mean? It is already quite clear to many.

They have undoubtedly become rebels... Of course, no one would be foolish enough to admit it verbally. In name, they still use a fairly reasonable pretext—a rebellion has broken out in the capital, and they have been ordered by the elders to quell it... This is, in a sense, the absolute truth; at least they really did receive orders from the elders, and a rebellion has indeed broken out in the capital...

However, for the legion's leaders, things still went beyond their control... The most fatal point was that the capital legion was not completely driven to the brink of rebellion, and the emperor did not die in the assassination attempt. Their fig leaf for covering up their actions became precarious, and they would have to pay a much higher price to achieve their original goals.

If things hadn't happened so quickly, and the emperor hadn't completely broken ties with them publicly, they would probably have become notorious traitors throughout the empire long ago... That would have been the truly dire situation, as the emperor, at the height of his prestige, could easily rally the nation's power, and they would have completely lost the opportunity to seize the country with a small amount of blood.

Time was no longer on their side... Continuing to delay would have dire consequences, and after what they had done, the emperor would no longer forgive them... Now, they had to make a decision. If they were going to do it, they had to do it thoroughly... At the very least, this emperor, who had already broken all ties with them, could not live! And Tersolius, who posed a threat to all of them, had to die too!

The best opportunity has passed, and the capital remains heavily guarded, but at least they have amassed superior forces and closed to this distance...

Turials stared grimly at the sky, knowing he had only one last chance. The ghost of the emperor was relentlessly pursuing him; if he failed, he would die…

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"It's a truly marvelous structure. Each leg has an independent gland and a storage sac, and the sharp, bony claws have a groove in the middle to guide the venom. Moreover, the venom secreted by each gland is different, and each one alone is enough to kill a giant beast. If injected into a target at the same time, it will directly melt the flesh."

With focused attention, Tarina used the tweezers in her hand to part the slender limbs in front of her, and with the knife in her other hand, she continued to dissect the exquisite, evil, and terrifying creation before her—it looked like a bizarre spider the size of a plate, with a long tail. However, each of the so-called spider legs was covered with hard and sharp bone, and the tail had a pincer-like structure that could help it fix itself in various places that were difficult to climb.

Unlike the constructs they had encountered before, this one was the most exquisite and agile, and it was not made of human limbs, but of birds with light and strong bones. Even its core was a unique parasite that had undergone additional mutations.

This creature had very few internal organs, clearly indicating it was sent out as a disposable consumable, yet it was still incredibly deadly and insidious... It would be very difficult for a normal person to guard against something like this that could climb to the ceiling, weighed only as much as two pigeons, had the ability to change color and disguise itself, and carried deadly poison.

No matter how tight the defense or how elite the guards, it is difficult to detect its infiltration. Just as a person will not realize that a mosquito has flown into their room until they are bitten hard, it is the pinnacle of human ingenuity in assassinating targets.