The Mythical Path of a Princess from a Destroyed Kingdom

The sword penetrated deep into its body, and to the legendary spellcasters watching, the red light had formed a larger sphere that encircled the abomination, with turbulent threads piercing through its flesh.

After two hours of continuous slashing, red light spread out, and countless mechanical fragments scattered in all directions. Maginus raised his hands, poured his own divine power into the sword, and slashed down into the void.

The piercing, soul-wrenching screams sent shivers down everyone's spines. Fortunately, the chill soon subsided, and Maginus sheathed his Gisyanki silver sword, waving to the crowd and beckoning them over.

"Great goddess, has it been resolved?"

"It's resolved. Goodbye."

Not wanting to talk to them any longer, Maginus chose to leave. The legendary spellcasters exchanged glances and picked up the scattered parts and metal.

Back at the magic shop, she tapped the table to attract the mithril golem's attention: "The abomination has been dealt with, but where's my reward?"

"Please wait a moment, we are confirming."

The mithril golem looked up at the ceiling at a 45-degree angle, then turned back in less than five seconds, reaching into the demiplane and actually finding an energy core that emitted a strong magical energy fluctuation.

Chapter 616 Useless Divinity Taken for Exchange

"...I remember that the Miser Core cannot be touched with your hands."

Maginus looked puzzled. Anything within a meter of the Miser Core would be affected by the disintegration spell, resulting in a terrifying disintegration.

She was a deity with an extremely powerful physique, so she wasn't afraid. However, the mithril golem and the table next to it were perfectly preserved, which didn't look like a Mithril Core at all.

"This is a special version made for its owner, Benia. The original dangers have been removed, allowing for direct contact. Of course, you can also activate its original abilities to ensure security, as long as..."

The mithril golem explained in detail how to use the Miser Core. After listening to the explanation, Maginus took it and left. Upon returning to the palace, she immediately found Rachel and handed her the lesser artifact.

"Here you go, Miser Core, specially made... Now, how do we get it?"

"Just leave it to me."

Even with Maginus's assurance, Rachel still took the Miser Core very carefully and began to fiddle with the Mist Lock Core and the Core.

The Miser Energy Core floated near the Lock Core and gradually attached itself to it. The physical Miser Energy Core slowly merged into the Lock Core, which was composed of energy and incantations. Eventually, the two became a sphere, slightly larger than the original Lock Core.

"That's fine, Master. From now on, you don't need to power the Lock. Of course, you can power it if needed."

After dealing with the matters concerning the mystic lock, Maginus returned to her study and closed her eyes to enter a mental dream.

Beneath the divine spark, a ball of pure divinity swayed gently, its size, like a grain of sand, was actually quite large, considering that the divinity Maginus initially absorbed was almost invisible.

This was the biggest gain of the trip. While killing the abomination, Maginus also destroyed its soul, extracting its soul energy and gathering its divinity along with it.

As you reach out to touch divinity, its basic nature appears in your mind, and it itself seems to have no intention of resisting Maginus and the divine spark she possesses.

Weapon forging is one of its essential elements. Authority needs weapons to maintain it, weapons bring awe, and death is caused by weapons, which makes sense and aligns well with Maginos's original divinity.

As for forging, that won't work; Maginus doesn't suit it, and we need to find a way to separate out the divinity that contains these elements.

"Then let's get started."

With her hands placed near the unclaimed divinity, Maginus guided the separation of the two types of divinity, causing them to stretch and be torn apart little by little.

After several hours of separation, she finally succeeded in extracting the forging divinity, leaving only the pure weapon divinity to be thrown into her divine spark.

Bang!

The original ball of light burst into flames, and an intense feeling of comfort rose from the depths of her soul. Majinus, who was sitting in the chair, opened her eyes, her limbs tensed, and she let out a soft moan.

The weapon merged with its original elements and was smoothly incorporated into the three elements. She slightly raised her hand, and the blue spirit blade was held in her hand. As soon as it touched her, the weapon became sharp.

“Mira,” Maginus said, ringing the bell on the table, her eyes still misty, “get me a regular weapon.”

When the maid brought the iron longsword, Maginus raised her hand to touch it, and the longsword instantly became incredibly sharp, while magic wrapped around it.

It seems that the weapon's divine nature allows her to enhance all the weapons she wields to a certain extent. In addition to the basic enhancement, the degree of enhancement will also increase based on the original quality of the weapon.

As for this forging of divinity...

Maginus glanced at the few remaining traces of divinity in the spiritual dream, then turned his gaze to Mira beside him.

"Speaking of which, it's time you guys replaced your weapons. Quite a few of you probably don't have good enough weapons."

At the foot of the mountains, in the Emerald City, Maginus arrived in his true form. He nodded slightly at the temple of the dwarven chief god to show respect to the powerful before stepping into the temple.

As soon as they entered, just like the result when they entered the slumbering temple, several flames instantly lit up, making the somewhat dark temple suddenly bright.

Before long, several dwarf priests hurriedly emerged from the temple and spotted the towering Maginus almost immediately. Approaching her, they displayed utmost respect.

"Unknown sir, may I ask what brings you here?"

"I need to find your king. I have a big deal to do and I need your introduction. Of course, you can also do this big deal yourselves."

Maginus said calmly that the underground dwarven city wasn't reacting to the outside world so quickly, and that someone had probably already gone to the dwarven mages to inquire about her.

"Please come with me and try our unique dwarf cuisine and drinks. Sit down and let's talk."

The elderly priest turned and invited Maginus inside. Once she was seated, she explained her origins: “I recently killed a divine abomination in the universe and gained a small amount of divinity, which includes the element of forging.”

“It has little connection with me, so I can’t absorb it. I’d like to ask if you want to buy this divinity.”

The forging of divinity caused the legendary priest to stand up abruptly. He swallowed hard and waved his hand to cast a spell, summoning back the person who had gone to explain the situation to the dwarf king of Emerald City.

"You really have..."

Without further ado, Maginus raised her finger, and a tiny speck of light, smaller than a grain of sand, appeared, illuminating the entire meeting room.

What do you need!?

The priest shouted impatiently, and Maginus, who had already made up her mind, raised her finger:

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"First, when I want to forge my own weapons and equipment, you need to send a legendary blacksmith to assist me, and help me twice at all costs."

"Secondly, the 100,000 pieces of standard low-level magic equipment can be paid for in installments, with 1,000 pieces delivered to me each year, and the final repayment period is 100 years after the contract is signed."

The second condition was entirely additional; Maginus came solely for the first condition.

As disaster approaches, she will one day have to confront the god of slaughter and the god of fear. Even legendary weapons may not be able to withstand it, let alone the existing high-level weapon, the Githyanki Silver Sword.

She needs better equipment, and it would be perfect to have the weapon blanks forged by a dwarf blacksmith.

With divinity right before him, the priest suppressed his desires and did not readily agree to Maginus's demands. He knew who was standing before him and could not possibly grant the request on behalf of the temple.

"Please wait a moment, I'll go and ask for instructions right away."

The dwarf priest hurriedly left, and about three minutes later, he returned and decisively said, "Very well, Soul Forger, our temple agrees to your terms!"

Chapter 617 Replacing Equipment

After conquering the Titans, the army dispersed back to their respective camps. Even in peacetime, they showed no signs of slackening or becoming complacent. Officers and veterans directed the newly enlisted soldiers in training on the training grounds.

"Give it your all, don't let your guard down for a second! If you slack off now, you'll face more than just my urging on the battlefield; you'll face an even more terrifying death!"

Snapped!

A wooden stake covered with iron was knocked away. The soldier who completed the action was panting heavily, his muscles bulging, and he had grown considerably taller.

Seeing this, the instructor walked up to him, patted him on the shoulder, and said with admiration in his eyes, "Good lad, finally someone has become a low-ranking warrior..."

The army was thriving, and at this time, they received more good news.

"His Majesty is preparing to equip us with new weapons? There's no better equipment than the longswords and shields we have now."

Looking at the petite girl in black robes in front of him, the officer did not dare to be negligent and got up to walk outside with her.

This is Maginus's maid, which is essentially the position of a sycophant or favorite. If she doesn't perform well and gets punished, that would be terrible.

"Let's think a little bolder, Lord Howard. You are the commander of the army guarding the capital, Dover. Maginus will naturally equip you with the best gear."

Evie curled the corners of her lips and led him to the carriage that had driven into the armory. She mysteriously lifted the black cloth and opened the carriage door.

Exquisite weapons, shields, and even armor were haphazardly piled inside. The officer, who couldn't see any magical aura, initially mistook the ornate weapons for decorations. However, the moment he grasped one, he sensed something was amiss.

Carefully raising the sword in his hand, he stared at the weapon in front of him and swung it forcefully at the iron stake beside him. The iron stake was instantly split in two, with an extremely smooth cut.

Even if the stake is crudely made, it's still made of rough iron, so it's impossible for him to cut it down with a single sword stroke!

This is definitely a magical weapon, and the fact that it was carelessly tossed into a pile of weapons means...

Staring at the carriage, Howard gasped, his heart filled with shock: "This, this entire carriage could be...?"

"That's right, they are all magical weapons. All the weapons are recorded in the register for better management."

Evie agreed with Howard's idea and handed him the roster, saying it would make management easier. The implication was that he shouldn't even think about selling the weapons, as they might conduct surprise inspections.

"Yes, I understand, Miss Maid."

Knowing Evie's unspoken meaning, Officer Howard had no such intention. He gazed excitedly at the vast array of weapons, imagining the scene when they would be deployed to the special forces.

He was thrilled at the thought of special forces teams with exceptional individual skills penetrating enemy positions like sharp knives and then emerging from the other side to deliver a devastating blow to the enemy's formation and morale.

After the maid sent by Her Majesty the Queen left, he immediately ordered the logistics soldiers to organize the equipment according to its type.

The majority of the items were weapons, and a few pieces of armor, totaling more than two hundred pieces, leading one to wonder if Her Majesty the Queen had looted a lord's warehouse or found some treasure.

Looking at the equipment, he immediately returned to the command post, found officers of squad level and above, and called them to a meeting to select those who could wear the magical equipment.

"Maggie, I've already distributed the remaining equipment to the units that achieved the best results in the battle. Their officers probably wouldn't dare to sell the magical equipment, right?"

"It depends on how much profit they can make. They also have low-level equipment. The standard magical equipment made by the dwarves that have been distributed so far is not enough to give them the courage to offend my authority."

Holding Lenya in her arms, Maginus did not feel that her authority was enough to command everyone's respect.

There's a saying that goes something like this: with 50% profit, people will take risks; with 100% profit, they'll dare to trample on all human laws; with 300% profit, they'll dare to commit any crime, even risking being hanged.

These officers are willing to do many things as long as the benefits are great enough, even if Maginus had already given them a lot.

Intelligent beings are filled with greed and desire; they cannot restrain everyone, so they can only establish a sufficiently good censorship system for effective control.

Lying lazily in Maginot's arms for a while, Lenya rested her head on her queen's chest, not wanting to get up, and subconsciously reached out to rub her own chest.

"Your Majesty, you still have much work to do."

Just then, a shadow silently crept in, and the maid assigned to Lenia spoke softly. The childlike queen turned around, buried her head in Maginos's chest, and made muffled sounds:

"If I don't want to work, can't you do it for me?"

"No, this is your job." "I didn't marry you to be a pretty face, so you'd work for me obediently."

The maid and Maginus spoke in unison. Lenia was dragged out of the room, looking like she was about to cry. Not long after, Mira walked in, her face and movements full of joy. It seemed that something good had happened.

"What good news is there?"

"Your Majesty, the first payment of reparations has arrived. Shall we begin construction of the Maze Lock?"

"Oh, according to the original plan, let Rachel go see the treasurer and the city construction officer."

In other words, Primia and Cosimoya are the two people in charge. One is in charge of money, and the other is in charge of landscaping and urban construction. If Rachel wants to build the Maze, she definitely has to go through these two people and talk to them.

Mira immediately summoned the three of them with magic. In the living room, Rachel opened the spellbook, and a three-dimensional view of the entire Dover appeared in the air. The spellbook spirit began to explain to them the relevant matters of the Maze Lock and redefined the green areas and various building measures.

It's similar to before, but overall the green area has increased, which Cosimoya welcomes and has no objection to.

But Primia, the finance officer, frowned, pointed to the map, calculated the budget in her mind, and shook her head, saying, "Too much money has been spent. Isn't there a more economical solution?"

"This can also help people's livelihoods. The establishment of street light infrastructure will allow citizens to have more time to travel and promote economic development."

"We've spent too much money. Isn't there a more cost-effective solution?"

"With the Lock of Confusion, there's no need to worry about spellcasters damaging town buildings; we only need to watch out for the warriors, which can significantly reduce repair costs."

"We spent too much money..."

Primia, like a construct, only repeats the same sentence over and over, while Rachel explains all the advantages of establishing the Maze Lock. Their conversation is completely nonsensical.

Chapter 618 Chaos within the City

A month after the meeting, the residents of Dover found that their city was once again undergoing a massive infrastructure construction project, more extensive than anything had been done in the previous decades.

Many people were paid an exceptionally generous resettlement fee and moved to other places, while their original houses were demolished to make way for parks or green spaces. In some cases, an entire street was demolished to open up access roads.

Pillars and iron boxes were erected on the street. The iron boxes were labeled with signs prohibiting approach and touching. Some charred dead birds and cats were placed next to them as warnings. If you look closely, you can see that they are models.

As for the pillars, the city guards said they could be leaned on, but not damaged. If they were damaged, the person would be sent to a coal mine or mine to do hard labor for several years. Clearly, these iron pillars were very expensive.

For the residents who were not very knowledgeable, these things were all very novel. However, the biggest impact on their lives was that they were able to join the construction team in Dover during their spare time to earn money by doing odd jobs.

Many simple and tedious chores, such as moving things, putting things together, and twisting thread, were handed over to these residents who had free time. During this time, many children could also be seen joining in the work.

However, for adventurers who have just arrived in Dover, especially some spellcasters, these things are rather intriguing.

"Magic lamp, is Queen Imperius planning to turn Doflame into a major city owned by a powerful nation? Her ambition is quite grand."

As a small group of adventurers from out of town gazed at the ever-changing Doflamingo, one of the warriors muttered something.