The Mythical Path of a Princess from a Destroyed Kingdom

The next second, their speed of convergence suddenly accelerated, directly covering the body of the bone-piercing snake, seemingly trying to completely imprison it.

As the salt crystals that were gradually thickening on its body grew thicker, the Bone-Piercing Serpent looked at Catherine and the old count, as if it still wanted to struggle a little harder.

Unfortunately, it lacked the power to do so, and in the end, it seemed unable to escape the fate of having its body sealed by salt crystals, leaving a salt statue standing amidst the rubble.

Chapter 162 sets the stage for chaos.

With his muscles slightly relaxed, Catherine breathed a sigh of relief as he looked at the stone statue sealed by the salt crystals. Although it was salt, it was not as easily destroyed as table salt.

Salt seal is similar to petrification, but unlike petrification, it doesn't completely turn a person into stone; it merely imprisons the enemy temporarily within a salt statue.

"Luo Yati, are you alright?"

Catherine turned around, only to see a scene that made his eyes widen in horror.

……

Shadow Dancers are called Shadow Dancers because they can move through the shadows. Once they reach a certain level of skill, they can eliminate enemies cleanly and efficiently, as if dancing in the shadows and darkness.

Just as the salt statue was about to be completely sealed, the Bone-Piercing Serpent unleashed its unique technique, Shadow Escape.

The Shadow Dancer's basic skill, Shadow Jump, is similar to a mage's portal, allowing for spatial jumps within shadows, but this can only be used when the Shadow Dancer is not imprisoned.

Therefore, in theory, the Shadow Leap should not be able to escape the Salt Seal, which is why Katherel lowered his guard and thought that the assassin had been sealed into the salt statue.

But the serpent created its own technique based on shadow leaps, shortening the distance of the shadow leaps and instead allowing it to escape from dangerous situations.

Just as his body was about to be completely sealed, the Bone-Piercing Serpent activated its Shadow Escape, transforming into a shadow and emerging from the cracks in the salt statue. It appeared behind a huge boulder, while simultaneously diving back into the shadows and heading towards Royati, who had been protected by Katherel.

He was an assassin, a killer, and never needed to confront warriors head-on.

Almost instantly, the piercing serpent, now shrouded in shadow, appeared behind the old count from behind the stone.

At this moment, due to his repeated use of the power of shadow, his body was slightly eroded by the magic that leaned towards shadow, and his skin also felt rough due to dehydration.

That's caused by the salt seal technique. If the person sealed inside doesn't have enough strength to break through the salt layer, they will eventually be drained of moisture and die from dehydration.

However, this was no big deal for the Bone-Piercing Serpent. He emerged from the shadows and swung the chain blade in his hand with all his might!

hiss!

The chain blade hissed as it pierced the count's back amidst the enraged gazes of the Salt Crystal Guards.

He hadn't been wearing any protective gear while he was sleeping, and the blade pierced Royati's spine without any resistance, causing him a sharp pain.

I'm dying.

As Royal strode toward him, he realized what was happening, and his entire life flashed before his eyes.

The next second, the chain blade tore through the old count's shoulder from his spine, his eyes quickly went blank, and his mouth opened and closed as if he were saying something.

No one knew what past he had witnessed; only the incredibly close serpent, through lip reading, learned the last person he longed for.

In the end, the count still kept mentioning Benedict, who was not his biological son.

Of course, none of this mattered to the Bone-Piercing Serpent. Staring at the chain blade that carried his soul out of his body, the assassin swung the chain in his hand once more.

The energy condensed in the soul immediately dissipated and was absorbed by the chain blade. The indestructible core lost its soul energy and could no longer support itself to stay in the prime material plane. It immediately disappeared from the spot and completely returned to the River Styx.

"Do not!!"

A weapon that wounds the soul!

Seeing the scene of soul collapse, the murderous aura on Katherel surged with anger towards the assassin. Seeing the salt crystals gathering around him, the Bone Serpent immediately took out the smoke bombs that Maginus had helped bring in from his waist and threw them all on the ground.

Thick smoke rose for a moment, then the negligent protector swung his giant axe, creating a gust of wind that dispersed the fog. Catherine had vanished, leaving only the old count's corpse and a scene of utter devastation.

One minute and five seconds.

Everything happened in a fraction of a second. Everything was settled; Katherel and the Bone-Spirit Serpent were evenly matched, but it was clear that the "Assassin" had defeated the "Protector."

Upon seeing the corpse on the ground, the burly man suddenly knelt down. The guards and members of the Ted family, who were unable to get close to the battlefield, were utterly astonished when they saw the body, and then displayed various emotions.

"It's over? I wonder if Roatitaide is dead or not."

Standing far away, Maginos heard the sound of the earth cracking. Huddled in an alley, she noticed that many people in the shadows were drawn by the battle and were now rushing to the Ted family manor to find out what had happened.

The girl left in the opposite direction; she wasn't a stealth operative, and going there now would easily make her a target.

As she left, she took out her notebook and traced Royatide's name with her fingertips. In the end, she put the notebook away, deciding not to cross out his name yet, since she wasn't sure if he was dead or alive.

Just as she finished her nighttime activities and was preparing to return to her mansion, a sudden explosion made Maginus glance to the side; the explosion seemed to have come from the slums.

His own blood relatives are also choosing to carry out their own actions? What a coincidence.

Chaos gradually spread throughout the city. Maginus took out her notebook again, opened it, and closed it. She had a suitable target in mind. Since she had come all this way, it would be too cowardly to go back without killing anyone.

The girl who closed the Death Note looked up and smiled, her long, deep red hair, almost black, fluttering as she moved.

……

"Light the fire! Smoke them out. There are guards at every exit of the sewers. I don't believe they can find the connection point to other areas' sewers from the slums' sewers!"

Maginus's black blood relative, Makuwal, sat on his horse, waving his hand to signal his double to take control of the troops he had taken over. The double immediately ordered the soldiers to place hay at the various entrances and exits of the sewers, using the thick smoke to drive out all the cultists and monsters from the sewers.

As the smoke thickened, the slum dwellers immediately moved away from the sewer entrances, fearing they would be taken away by soldiers as scapegoats.

The elf Erra gazed at the exits, her fingertips tracing the itchy skin caused by the collar, and frowned as she asked, "Are you sure this will work?"

“Of course, there was only one passage in the sewers connecting the slums and the civilian area, and that passage was just blown up,” Marcus said with certainty. “Now these cultists are either dead inside or coming out to fight to the death.”

Even if there are spellcasters among the believers, it can't change much. At most, it can only save one or two people. When that "relative" loses power, it will definitely be difficult to defeat him in a one-on-one fight.

Marco was extremely vigilant, and to ensure he wouldn't die in the chaos of battle, he specifically used a stand-in to issue commands on his behalf.

Chapter 163 Undead Creatures Unleashed

Time passed second by second, and there was still no movement in the sewer. However, a piece of news that surprised everyone came first.

Count Royaltytard seems to have encountered some trouble. It is not yet known whether he is seriously injured or dead. It seems that someone attempted to assassinate him. Even though the renowned Salt Crystal Guardian Catherley was a guest at the manor, he did not catch the assassin.

"The city is in chaos."

Upon hearing this news, Marku couldn't help but whisper. A sense of impending storm enveloped Marku and Erla, but they felt no fear. Instead, like Maginus, they revealed a twisted smile of excitement.

It's obvious that most, if not all, of the awakened descendants of the evil god are lunatics.

About ten minutes later, just as the guards were about to leave because they couldn't stand the pungent smell and suspected that the cultists inside had all escaped, something finally darted out from inside.

"There's a monster!"

The guards were terrified when they saw the tall monster emerging from the sewer mist, and they shouted loudly. Marco quickly looked up.

Emerging from the No. 1 sewer was a bald, ape-like creature with thick, yellowish-green muscles that were deformed and cancerous. Two thick tongues dripping black pus protruded from its mouth, each wrapped around the monster's thick arms and licking the slashing blade it was wielding.

It ignored the guards' thrusting spears and kept hacking at them with its axe blade, making them fall one after another. It was only after killing about three people that it was suppressed by reinforcements.

Corrupt predators?

Marco recognized the monster and quickly informed one of the captains beside him about its weaknesses and abilities. Fortunately, under the army's suppression, it was unable to cause any trouble, and the corpses that it killed and then resurrected were quickly disposed of.

Before Marku could even catch his breath, a series of shouts came from the various sewer exits. Marku's eyes widened as he realized that the strength of his blood relatives, who had already founded a sect, seemed to be far greater than he had imagined.

Looking at the undead creatures emerging from the sewers, Marcus realized that the problem he had caused was beyond the capabilities of such a small army.

"Go get help quickly!"

He immediately grabbed one of the men and roared at him. The scouts received the order and left immediately, but Maku showed no intention of escaping with Erla.

If the entire army here were wiped out while he remained safely at home, who knows what the upper-class nobles might do to him? At best, they might strip him of his noble title; at worst, they might...

In short, there is no way out if he runs away now; he has to hold on.

Seeing the soldiers looking somewhat dejected, Maku jumped off his horse and said to the elf beside him, "Remember to protect me."

"Hmph." Erla snorted coldly, which was tantamount to acquiescence, since she still had a collar around her neck and could not disobey any orders.

Marku spread his arms, drawing in the surrounding magic. His eyes gradually deepened, and the surrounding warriors also showed some unusual behavior in response to his transformation.

Faced with these fearless, painless undead creatures, the soldiers, being living beings capable of injury and death, naturally felt fear, and their hesitation in battle was inevitable.

However, as the magic that Marku summoned fell upon them, their expressions gradually changed, and the smell of blood in the air became sweet and metallic, subtly making them restless.

As the spear pierced the undead's corpse, the soldier "suddenly" realized that these undead weren't so frightening after all; they were just ugly.

Unbeknownst to them, the warriors' fear of the undead was suppressed by Marku, and some even showed smiles on their faces, feeling the joy of battle.

Absorbing the fear of the surrounding soldiers, Marku looked down at the black sphere that appeared in his palm. The soldiers' fear was not suppressed by magic, but rather absorbed by him.

These concentrated fears have many uses: they can be made into a fear-inducing liquid similar to the water of pain, used as a spellcasting material, or simply thrown out as projectiles...

Looking at the soldiers before him, whose fear had been extracted and who were fighting despite their wounds, Marku smiled with satisfaction and stuffed the condensed fear into a specially made bottle.

These fearless soldiers can hold out for a long time; casualties may be severe, but they can definitely contain the disaster within the slums.

Enjoying the feeling of controlling the soldiers, Marku's smile gradually faded, his gaze lingering on the various sewer exits still shrouded in smoke. The most important issue remained unresolved.

Where is his blood relative? All he sees now are undead creatures.

"Rescue has arrived! Great, rescue has arrived!"

The soldier's excited words caught Maku's attention. He looked at the approaching troops in the distance and relaxed, realizing that his blood relatives and his followers had either left the blockade area by other means or had a way to survive in the smoke.

The next morning, Lenya was jolted awake by a barrage of messages.

The cultists summoned a large number of undead creatures in the sewer area, and they have not yet been killed.

The "noble killer," suspected to be one of their creations, has struck again, killing three more nobles this time, their deaths just as horrific as ever.

Besides these two, there was another piece of news that was most important and worried her: Count Royatid had been assassinated and died on the spot.

After breakfast, Lenia immediately pulled Maginus into the room, worried about her friend Benedict's reaction to the news: "Mine, I wonder how Benedict will react when he finds out about this."

"As a soldier who had been on the battlefield, Sir Benedict would be saddened and, in addition, certainly angry at the mastermind behind it all."

Maginus explained to the young lady, while lightly snapping his fingers: "However, after this incident, he will probably have to put aside his work and return to the capital. We will probably be able to see him again."

As expected, they were trying to shift the blame for Royati's murder onto Ronald. Moreover, according to the laws of the Crystal Salt Kingdom, Benedict, who has been publicly identified as the first in line to inherit the title of Earl, must return to inherit the position.

This also means that Ronaldo and Benedic, who may be brothers, are about to clash.

Knowing more about the situation, Maginus stroked his chin and asked Lenia, "Speaking of which, shouldn't you be getting into the carriage by now?"

“It’s because of the undead and the cultists,” the young lady replied, sprawled on the bed. “The remaining meetings have been postponed to five days later.”

Upon hearing this good news, Maginus looked out the window, preparing to use the next five days to explore the underwater laboratory related to psionic energy.

Chapter 164 is a complete trap

In the City of Gold and Silver, three hours have passed since Count Ted's death.

Benedict, who was completely unaware of this, was carefully considering how to get those stubborn and powerful nobles to relinquish their power.

After months of effort, he has reached an agreement with some people who are willing to step back and hand over what they own, while others remain stubborn and think that Benedict will not dare to take action.

"Lin Lingwu and her gang of damned idiots, if it weren't for Mr. Elliott's sake, I would have sent a large army to wipe you out."

Lost in his own anger, Benedict got up to go to the nobleman's house he was targeting again. However, as soon as he stepped out of the study and halfway down the stairs, he learned that a mage association employee had rushed over and wanted to see him.

"Please come in."

Benedict addressed his subordinates, and a messenger from the Mage Guild rushed in anxiously. Seeing the young man's furrowed brow, he paused for a moment before introducing himself: "Sir Benedict, I am the communications mage of the Mage Guild, responsible for delivering important messages to nobles like you."

“I’m from the capital, of course I know that,” Benedict said, recognizing his profession from his clothes, and a slight unease crept into his heart for some reason. “So who delivered the message to me?”

“Your brother, Roytide.”

The messenger, his face grave, then said to him:

"Your father, Count Royatid, was assassinated in the early hours of the morning by an assassin known as the Bone-Piercing Serpent. Even the Salt Crystal Guards could not protect him. The Count's life and soul have passed away... Please accept my condolences."

The brief message left Benedict stunned.

How could that be? They just spoke on the phone. That means his father was completely killed and could not be resurrected after the call ended.

Who ordered the Bone-Piercing Serpent? My father doesn't have any living enemies at all.

The young man stood there blankly. The messenger who was supposed to deliver the message had already quietly left. Seeing Benedict's face gradually turn pale, a waiter quickly stepped forward to support him and softly called his name:

"Lord Benedy, Lord Benedy..."

"Impossible, Father couldn't have died like this."

The young man spoke, unwilling to acknowledge his father's death. He forgot he was on the stairs and stumbled, falling to the ground.

No, he has to go back!

Benedict jumped to his feet, as if suddenly snapping out of his daze, and hysterically shouted to his servants, "Quick! Prepare the carriage! I'm going to the capital!"