The Mythical Path of a Princess from a Destroyed Kingdom

When the girl opened her eyes again in the real world, it was already morning. The sky was covered with dark clouds, but light still shone through them.

How long has it been since I fell into a coma?

Maginus's first thought was this, and then she became concerned about her own body. She placed her VII Fin consciousness on her cool waist and found that she did not feel any pain.

The huge gap that was originally blasted out by the Thunder Spear has disappeared, and all the internal organs have regrown. Compared to before, the only difference is that the new skin is a bit whiter.

As for the situation in the spiritual dream realm, it was not bad. After consuming a large amount of soul energy, Maginus cleared out a small area in her mind that was not "contaminated". It was a small area, but it was a great improvement.

She took out new leather armor and clothes from her dimensional bag and put them on. Now, she had another problem: she sensed her own rampaging psionic energy and needed to find a way to stop it.

Feeling the soul energy constantly flowing into her and then disappearing, Maginus took a deep breath, raised her hand in a pulling motion, and the frenzied psionic fluctuations around her suddenly stopped, as if they had been completely stopped.

Of course, since it was a riot, it wouldn't be too obedient. The girl could still feel her soul energy being consumed exponentially in a meaningless and uncontrollable manner.

Carefully controlling the scattered psychic energy, Maginus very slowly withdrew all control over the psychic energy, shutting down both the red mist and psychic perception.

After shutting down all use of her psychic powers, her restless spirit finally calmed down. To prevent another riot from breaking out, she decided to temporarily stop using her psychic powers.

Pulling out her protector from behind, Maginus's ears twitched. Hearing the sounds of battle in the distance, she immediately rushed over and, hiding in the shadows, saw the two groups of men belonging to Benedic and Ronald.

Benedict's coal army had gained the upper hand and was now pressing Ronald's guards, forcing them to constantly give way in the streets and push towards the palace.

The shouts from some of Benedict's group quickly reached Maginus's ears, and she realized that a whole day had passed.

The attack was launched on the night of the first day, and Maginus and three of his blood relatives engaged in battle. This was on the morning of the third day.

Many things happened during this period. The main reason why the royal guard suffered repeated defeats was that Catherine killed the current captain of the guard.

There aren't many high-level professionals in the capital of Crystal Salt Kingdom. The old king was one, Katheril was one, and the captain who was killed was one.

There are only three people openly known within the royal capital. Losing one high-level professional means that Katherel can rampage through the enemy camp.

As long as his own army's mages can handle the enemy mages' spells, he can charge in and out repeatedly, rest for a while, and then do the same thing again.

The heavily damaged guards, under Ronald's orders, began to retreat to the palace to ensure that there would be no major problems inside, and that the royal army that had been fighting outside would come to their aid.

Of course, it is possible that the outside army could be defeated by Benedict's army, but it is only a small probability. Ronald does not think that the outside army will lose, and other counts are also coming to support them.

Well, this is assuming that Elliot Silvers did not rebel. The reason why Gold and Silver City was under control was because it was becoming increasingly powerful and had too many opportunities to develop due to its distance from the capital.

In reality, Elliott was thinking of becoming king himself, and at this point in time, Maginus was pretty sure that Elliott would be the final winner.

So what should I do now?

Tapping her temples, the girl pulled out her Death Note and began searching, focusing her attention on the private residences of nobles.

She's incredibly arrogant right now, even though she was nearly killed when her abdomen was ruptured because of her arrogance.

You can't blame this on the bloodline of the evil god. Maginus felt that this was his true nature. He would want to show off if he suppressed himself for too long.

"Hmph, let me see if any of those guys are on the battlefield..."

Maginus turned his gaze to the army, his enhanced vision sweeping over the faces of officers one after another, before quickly turning away with a lack of interest, preparing to head to the mansions or estates of the nobles on the list.

The old folks were just like the nobles on her side; they had no intention of interfering in the current battle and only wanted to wait for Benedict and Ronald to settle their differences.

"What do you plan to do? Wait until Count Benedict and His Highness Ronald have settled their score?"

In the home of an old count, the man written in Maginos's Death Note is swirling a glass of red wine and talking to his old friend, who is also a character recorded in the Death Note.

They were like parasites in the kingdom, showing no intention of helping when disaster struck the capital. They only wanted to hide and wait for the disaster to end, seemingly unaffected by who the monarch was.

Regardless of whether there was a civil war or not, even if either Ronaldo or Benedictus were not royalty, they would still maintain the status quo until their own families were affected and they would realize the seriousness of the problem.

However, they are also the most proactive in seeking benefits. When they learned that they were going to attack Nesery, they showed great initiative because there was profit to be made. If they had used that initiative to help Ronald, the capital would probably be in a different state now.

An aged voice sounded from the other end of the magical communication:

"After all, the prophecy said that the two of them would die, and someone else would reap the rewards. Those of us who know our place should stay out of it."

"Hehe, that's true. Anyway, no matter how the world changes, as long as there are no external enemies, our family and territory will continue to exist."

The old man chuckled and looked out the window. His own manor had a large number of elite private soldiers. Although they were not as good as the imperial guards, they were more than enough to ensure that the manor would not be breached by small groups of soldiers.

Even if a single mid-level professional comes here, he will only be surrounded and killed by private soldiers. Only mages can escape. Only an entire adventure party has a chance to break through the defenses.

But why would such an adventure group bother him? There were more important things for those adventurers to do right now.

The old count, who thought he was all settling in comfortably, was enjoying a massage from his maid, completely unaware that a figure was secretly watching them from outside.

Maginus observed the situation inside the house, clenched her fists tightly, and adjusted to her enhanced physique, preparing to launch an attack after her psionic energy had completely stabilized that night.

Chapter 210 Impact

As night fell, Maginus raised her hand, gazing at the liquid life force coiling around her fingertips, but didn't immediately attack. She was currently pondering a question.

Should we just rush in without disguise, reveal our identities, and then take care of them all?

However, revealing one's identity shouldn't be done with these distant acquaintances, but rather in front of Ronaldo and Benedict. Wouldn't it be more satisfying to see their astonished expressions?

Maginus suspected that these "accomplices" would only be stunned after she revealed her identity, and probably wouldn't even know why she was being beaten.

The old folks would probably blame someone for discovering that they had strongly requested to attack Nesery, rather than instantly harboring resentment towards the girl.

Sigh, that kind of situation is too boring. Maginus thought to himself that it would be more interesting to let them die without knowing why.

As for revealing one's identity, let's do it in front of Ronaldo and Benedict, even though they might say something like, "Why don't you go find a powerful country?"

"Hahaha~~".

The girl, who had begun to chuckle softly without actually starting a fight, revealed eyes full of murderous intent. She took out a mask from her dimensional bag, put it on, and began to collect life force from outside the manor by activating her psionic domain.

Two days have passed, and people are still dying and being killed. The red mist quickly envelops the small manor.

The well-trained private soldiers noticed something amiss and immediately reported it to the old count. Upon hearing this, the old count's eyes widened as he went to the window and looked at the surrounding red mist, his face turning red instantly.

"Damn it, someone's coming? Why me of all people?!"

Not knowing what the enemy wanted, the count immediately ordered his men to negotiate, and the sound, amplified by a loudspeaker, reached the girl's ears:

"Hey friend, I don't know which side you're on, but everything is negotiable. You don't want too many casualties, do you? Why don't we sit down and talk? I'll try my best to meet your demands!"

While negotiations were taking place outside, the count, who had just been enjoying himself, immediately summoned all his family members into the secret room, while he himself went upstairs to his bedroom and put on his armor.

Once upon a time, he was a warrior who had reached the peak of the low-level and was close to the threshold of the mid-level, but due to old age and lack of training, his strength had long since diminished to less than one-tenth.

He wore armor simply to give himself a sense of security; he had never considered fighting the enemy.

Descending the stairs, the shouts of the private soldiers outside made his body tremble slightly. He immediately fled into the secret room, closed the iron door, and activated the magic trap to ensure that the enemy could not enter the secret room too quickly.

There's no need to worry about living conditions at all. He has prepared for any eventuality by building complete facilities in the secret room, including a pit specifically for handling excrement. Ventilation and other issues have also been resolved.

There was enough food for two whole years. The only pity was that there was no secret passage. He originally wanted to build a secret passage leading to the sewers, but he gave up the idea because he was worried that someone would sneak into the secret room from the other side.

Hiding in the secret room is a preparation for long-term survival. Even if the invading enemy kills all the private soldiers and finds the secret room, as long as they can't get in and the war outside subsides, the enemy certainly won't stay long.

Moreover, he also has magical devices that connect him to the outside world, so he can simply have his old friends send someone to check on the situation.

"Hey, what's going on over there?"

Upon entering the secret room, the old count heard the count's voice on the other end of the phone. He frowned, but ultimately dismissed his suspicions about his friend:

"A fog has suddenly rolled in around my manor. It seems someone is planning to kill me. You all better be careful. There might be assassination missions for all of us in the black market."

As the red mist thickened, Maginos did not sneak into the manor, but instead swaggered in through the manor gate, making no attempt to conceal herself.

I'm not a ranger or a stealthy class that's used to ambushing. When I'm weak, I need to strike when others aren't looking to kill them in one blow. But now...

In any case, Maginus didn't think anyone here could pose a threat to her, and it was impossible for her to exhaust herself to death. She had been careful enough and had even set up a red mist in advance.

"It's time to indulge a little. How can I not use my power to bully others now that I've gained it?"

The girl began to talk to herself, and her voice immediately reached the ears of the guards around her. They turned around and looked at the source of the voice, rushing towards her.

By sensing the approaching figures around her, Maginus drew her Guardian from behind her back, casually tossed the Nen Blade at someone, bent her legs, and stomped the ground to quickly rush towards the nearest person.

A blood-red figure wearing a white mask suddenly appeared in front of the private soldiers. The soldiers reacted quickly, retreating while throwing away their spears, drawing their longswords, and shouting, "Enemy attack!"

However, before he could draw his weapon, Maginus, who was close to him, grasped his protector with both hands, and the flashing blade of his sword cut the soldier in half at the waist.

Cut along the way!

Without pausing or catching her breath, the girl, with her long breaths, used the momentum to change direction, adjusted her steps and body, leaped up, and slashed at another soldier with her sword.

Maginus transformed into a blood-red storm, sweeping through the red mist and engulfing her private army. The crimson light in her eyes gradually pierced through the red mist, allowing even the soldiers in the distance to perceive her presence.

Faced with a speechless "mysterious monster" that kept attacking them, the soldiers quickly thought of the legendary noble assassins and couldn't help but feel fear.

Compared to intelligent beings that feel pain, fear, and cherish life, those monsters created by cults and never caught are far more terrifying.

Some of the private soldiers, feeling frightened, couldn't help but retreat, their morale plummeting. Some commanders immediately shouted loudly, using magic to combine with their own aura in an attempt to boost morale and rouse the soldiers.

The fear of the unknown is not so easy to dispel, especially as the red fog thickens and the commander's figure becomes increasingly visible. Some soldiers couldn't help but sneak towards the wall and try to escape along it.

Private soldiers are not suicide squads; seeing that things are hopeless, they might as well run away as soon as possible.

Realizing that the red mist and the unfamiliar monster were the key factors affecting morale, a commander immediately shouted, "Mage! Mage! Use wind magic to disperse this strange mist!"

Maginus raised her eyes slightly. Several strong gusts of wind blew past from the side. She immediately raised her hand to transform the red mist into life force, preventing the life force from dissipating. However, she was still completely exposed to the line of sight.

All the soldiers stared in astonishment at Maginot, who was wearing a mask, completely unprepared for the "monster" who had killed so many people to be a dwarf.

Chapter 211 Secret Weapon

While Maginus was fighting, the battle between Ronaldo and Benedic had also reached a fever pitch.

Rather than reaching a fever pitch, Benedictus was openly pressuring Ronaldo's guards, but now the Coal Army had completely surrounded the palace, and the retreating guards were employing a turtling tactic, making it impossible for Benedictus to break through for the time being.

Right now, the biggest challenge for Ronaldo's side is still Kaiserle, the strongest of the Salt Crystal Guardians. If they can't find someone to fight him, he's practically invincible in this battle.

"Your Highness, what should we do? Catherine is constantly depleting our forces. If this continues, he will eventually find a way to break through our defenses."

Ronald stood by the window, watching outside. Catherine was currently moving straight in and out below, giving no chance of being surrounded. Once he showed signs of exhaustion, he would immediately choose to leave the danger zone and enter his own territory.

Seeing this, Ronaldo was not too nervous. Instead, he turned and left the study, leading a group of people to the base of a huge statue that was four meters high.

There are many such huge statues, lined up in an inconspicuous row on the street leading to the palace. Ronald stood in front of the statue, seemingly reminiscing about something.

The nobles following behind him were puzzled as to why their prince was staring blankly at the statue, but they soon understood.

Ronald drew his longsword and slashed at the sculpture in the middle of the group of statues, and the surface of the stone sculpture's legs immediately peeled off.

Just when everyone thought its legs would break and the entire sculpture would collapse, a strange scene unfolded: under Ronaldo's blow, the sculpture itself seemed to be undamaged, with only the surface peeling off.

The sharp-eyed nobleman noticed the metallic glint inside the broken part. Ronald raised his hand, and the bracelet, passed down from royalty and held by the nobles for more symbolic than practical purposes, was now on Ronald's wrist.

It was flashing with light at a certain frequency, and as the light flickered, the nobles noticed that the sculpture in front of them suddenly began to vibrate, as if it were about to come to life.

"What, what's going on!?"

The nobles retreated in terror, while Ronald remained standing. The stone surface of the sculpture cracked and crumbled as it moved.

A black statue appeared before everyone, sunlight shining through the clouds and falling on it through the window, the gleaming metallic sheen making it look as if it had just been made.

Its surface has no sharp edges, and its overall shape looks slightly slender, but everyone can sense its danger.

Immediately afterwards, the two dim eyes under the statue's helmet suddenly lit up and emitted a yellow light. It slowly lowered its head to look at Ronald, and sensing the fluctuations on the bracelet, it knelt down on one knee at an extremely fast speed.

A hole was knelt in the ground, and Ronald nodded in satisfaction. He turned to look at the astonished crowd, patted the head of the iron statue, raised his hands, and shouted:

"This is my way of fighting Katheril: a runic steel golem created by a legendary mage. It will prove its power to you, and the time is now!!"

This steel golem was actually secretly commissioned by Tantel Faststone to be built by a legendary mage.

He had once asked a legendary mage to lift the curse, but the mage was powerless against the prophetic curse. As compensation, the mage created a runic steel golem and gave it to him.

Tant didn't tell anyone about this, but secretly made some statues in the style of the golem and smuggled them back with the golem, all for this moment when the royal family was in danger.

On the other side, Benedic was still unaware of the gravity of the situation. Gazing at the nearby palace, his eyes gleamed with excitement as he imagined himself as a hero, trampling Ronald underfoot and embracing Lenia.

Catherine took the water from the soldier, took a sip, and looked at Benedict with some concern, wondering if she had done something wrong.

When Benedict came to him and he agreed to help, the young count was perfectly normal, with normal ambitions and beliefs.

However, at this moment, Catherine noticed something amiss: Benedict's eyes held a new kind of ruthlessness and bloodlust, and even more madness.

But there's no going back now. I hope I didn't make a mistake...

Katherel sighed slightly, rested, and got up to continue the battle. Just then, a chilling feeling made him shudder. Benedict, who was next to him, looked up at the palace gate even faster than him.

Whoosh!

A massive pillar flew out from inside the palace, soaring through the air before landing in the coal corps' ranks. As dust billowed, a large number of people around were either killed or wounded.

Who is it? Is there someone this powerful in the capital?

Katherel stared in disbelief at the interior of the palace, where a loud thud echoed as he stomped his feet. In the sunlight, a colossal golem, gleaming with metallic luster, came into view.