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Wait... no, that's not right!?

A dazzling golden light suddenly pierced through the smoke and headed straight for her face.

Astra hurriedly dodged, narrowly avoiding the attack, but the small top hat on her head was pierced through by the holy light spear and burned to ashes.

Her tied-up hair was thus loosened and spread out, like golden hyacinths fluttering over her shoulders.

Only then did she see the figure that had ambushed her. Although the figure was wearing the same gray-white robe as the other members of the Revelation Society, under the hood was a cute girl's face with black hair and blue eyes.

"Hey, that missed."

This was none other than Alina, who had been deliberately concealing her presence within the group. She playfully stuck out her tongue, no longer hiding her strength, and suddenly unfurled a pair of golden wings of holy light from behind her.

"The authority of light, the deity!?"

Astra was propelled backward by the wind for more than ten meters. Upon realizing the position of the person opposite her, her beautiful face immediately turned red with anger.

"You, a god, actually resort to such underhanded methods to launch a sneak attack?! Have you no shame?!"

"My sister said that we don't need to worry too much about the methods we use to deal with you."

Alina wielded her holy spear in a circle, her wings spread, and her body rose into the air, radiating a dazzling light that dispelled the surrounding mist.

On the covered bridge beneath her, Li Cheng led the members of the Holy Light Revelation Society in a full-scale attack.

"Charge! Show no mercy to the company's idiots, beat them all to death!!!"

At his command, the players behind him drew their swords and guns, their attacks becoming as ruthless as ever, unlike their previous show of mercy towards Aslan's guards.

The company's players, not to be outdone, shouted and rushed forward to meet them.

Prior to this, players from both sides had already been arguing heatedly on the forums. After all, both sides have social systems, so there are not many opportunities to fight offline, but they can always meet online.

Both the company and Ella are well aware of the importance of public opinion, so "Saintess's Water Army" and "Company Dogs" are two well-known troll forces on player forums.

Now that the two sides have finally met through the internet, it is naturally a case of enemies meeting with intense hatred. The resentment they had accumulated before might be even deeper than the Aslan lords' obsession with supporting the royal family.

Players' moves are even more bizarre and varied. With the help of alchemical bombs, scrolls and all sorts of items, the battlefield becomes like a colorful fireworks display.

Since none of the players had specifically trained any military formations, they all fought individually in small squads.

Mingya, who had met Ye Xiao in the Lost City, now held a long sword and moved through the crowd like a ghost, accurately reaping the lives of his opponents. Compared to his naive appearance when he first transmigrated, he was now a mature and experienced swordsman.

Duojian and Xiaowei protected the girl Jinli behind them, and with a wave of their hands, they released the Dongyang Secret Technique, which conjured a water dragon with a distinct outline and shattered the barrier summoned by the company's mage player.

Li Cheng, along with Hu Hao and a group of veteran members of the Seven Luminaries Society, traversed the chaotic battlefield and gradually approached the end of the covered bridge.

Chapter 219 The Queen's Retreat

At the same time, the battle on the front lines of the palace was also raging.

The incessant roar of the magic cannon almost melted the red-hot barrel, leaving the earth ravaged and the riverbed stained crimson with countless floating corpses.

Silvana stood atop the palace, overlooking the fierce battlefield, his expression growing increasingly grim.

After several rampages, Lancelot's Sky Knights were finally brought to a halt by two figures from the army.

One of them was the Earth Sword Saint Elon Dogreid, and the other, Silvana, immediately recognized as the Holy Light Sword Saint Julius.

The latter even deliberately wore an ill-fitting set of elven armor, making him look like an Aslan.

Damn it, what's the point of this self-deceptive approach? Does the holy light emanating from that sword mean everyone is blind?

Silvana was furious, but the lords in various regions had clearly tacitly approved Julius's participation in the war in this way.

After all, the glory of the empire is one thing, but in practice, Lancelot can hardly solve the problem by relying solely on the lords' own armies, so it is reasonable to call for some outside help.

While Lancelot and his Sky Knights weren't at a disadvantage against two Saint-level opponents working together, it wouldn't be as easy for them to launch attacks on the mage groups as they had before.

With the mage group under their protection, the earthen bridge over the canal became much sturdier, allowing more and more soldiers to cross the river and attack the main gate of the palace.

The situation in the frontal war was not satisfactory, and then came the bad news of an attack on the rear.

Although the company left executives to provide reinforcements, their main concern was probably the Royal Academy in the west of the city.

The Aslan royal power is in the hands of the Dark Shepherds. For the company, completing the upgrade plan is the most important thing. If the situation is not good, it is entirely possible to selectively abandon the palace.

"Where are our lord's reinforcements? Haven't they arrived yet?"

With this in mind, Silvana anxiously asked her trusted confidant.

The rebel lord's army stormed the city in a single night, but why is there still no sign of our own lord's reinforcements?

Surely the entire northern province couldn't have become a vassal state of that witch Havilé, could it?

"Your Majesty, there has been no reply to Lord Melodion's spell message. The other lords are gathering their forces, but they are still on their way."

How long will it take for their nearest troops to arrive?

"The earliest one I've received so far will probably take... three days."

"what???"

Silvana almost lost her composure. She looked at the rebel soldiers below the castle who had begun attacking the main gate under a hail of arrows, and slammed her fist hard against the stone railing.

What's the point of coming back in three days?

She then closed her eyes again and tried to call upon the great man who had given her divine power in her heart.

However, the other party seemed to be asleep, and the message she sent from afar was like a stone thrown into the sea, without receiving any response.

"Damn it!"

With her prayers yielding no results, Silvana grew increasingly anxious.

In fact, judging from the situation alone, the decline of the palace is not that obvious. The main gate was attacked but it is still holding firm. The company has even sent Astra and the player team to guard the rear hall, so it is far from being a case of abandoning it.

Even if the enemy does manage to storm the palace, Silvana herself is the chosen one of the earth and may still have the strength to fight back.

However, her glorious victories against the demons were all a facade created by both sides. Apart from that, Silvana has hardly won any truly difficult battles on her own, which means that when unknown risks arise, she lacks the mindset and courage to face difficulties alone.

Just like the throne she obtained through deception and manipulation, even though defeating the demon had already given her enough prestige in the empire, she could have easily secured the throne by following the proper procedures.

Yet she still couldn't help feeling anxious, worrying that those nobles with differing political views would insist on introducing brainwashing sarcophagi to consolidate their rule, which ironically became a prelude to Ella shaking her position.

Silvana ascended the throne, but ultimately lacked the temperament to shoulder the responsibilities of royalty. As a result, with no one to rely on, she began to feel anxious and uneasy about the uncertain situation.

Can the main gate be held? Why hasn't the company executive in the rear hall finished the battle yet? Is she going to lose? If Lancelot can't defeat the two Saint-level opponents, will the battle become one-sided? Why isn't Grand Duke Melodyen replying to my messages? Has he betrayed me too? ...

Too many problems piled up, making it impossible for Silvana to judge whether she could see the light at the end of the tunnel if she persevered.

More importantly, if the palace is breached, will she die?

Thinking about this, Silvana suddenly felt a chill run down her spine.

Having given countless orders to execute others, what she feared most was her own death.

This made her increasingly fearful, and she didn't even notice that the anxiety swirling in her heart was much more severe than usual.

Right behind Silvana, Reinhardt, who was in charge of guarding her, held a strange amulet in his palm and secretly observed Silvana's condition, looking somewhat nervous.

In his vision, the phantom of Councillor Wind stood beside him with his hands behind his back, seemingly observing Silvana alongside him.

"Is that alright, Mr. Wendt?"

Reinhardt tried his best to communicate with Councilor Wind in the way he wanted to.

"Yes."

Councilor Wendt smiled kindly, “The runes of the Dream God will subtly influence Silvana’s mind. She is timid and sensitive by nature. You just need to stay by her side, and she will soon make the wrong judgment.”

Reinhardt nodded as if he understood, his fist clenching even tighter around the mark, as if afraid that others around him would notice his problem.

There were quite a few people in the main hall responsible for guarding the high-ranking officials. In addition to the Sky Knight squad that Reinhardt was stationed with, there were also many elite royal guards.

"Don't be nervous, child."

The illusion of Councilor Wendt appeared quite relaxed, even having time to toss a gold coin in its hand. "They can't detect you, even the executor can't sense the Dream God's runes... Oh, it seems that our Queen has finally reached her breaking point."

As soon as he finished speaking, Silvana, who was not far away, turned around from the stone railing and walked toward one side of the main hall with a livid face.

The court officials immediately stepped forward and asked, "Your Majesty, where are you going?"

"What, do I need your permission to go anywhere?"

"No, I was just asking, after all, it's a dangerous time right now..."

The court official, suddenly confronted, looked somewhat aggrieved.

"I just want to find a quiet place. You can take charge here for now."

"Silvana said coldly."

"She's trying to run away on her own."

The illusion of Councillor Winder saw right through Silvana's thoughts and said with a smile, "Hurry up and follow them."

"Your Majesty, wait a moment."

Reinhardt hurriedly stepped forward, "Please allow us to escort you."

Silvana glanced at Reinhardt and the knights beside him, thinking that even if he were to run away, he would still need to take some guards with him. So he nodded and started walking out of the hall.

Chapter 220 His crimes deserve death

The first floor of the palace.

Silvana, in a hurry, led several guards, including Reinhardt, through the stairwell and into the underground corridor.

Beneath the main hall lies the treasure vault of the Aslan royal family. Of course, Silvana came here not to admire the treasures left by his ancestors, but to find the secret passage deep within the vault that connects to the back mountain.

The corridors of the treasure vault were not deep or secluded; on the contrary, they appeared magnificent and resplendent under the illumination of the magic crystal mining lamps.

The smooth white porcelain floor was inlaid with gilded vine patterns, and tall armored golems stood silently on both sides, holding giant halberds.

Silvana possessed the royal crest, so she did not arouse the golem's suspicion. The group walked through the empty and grand corridor until they reached a gate that was several tens of meters high.

This was Reinhardt's first time visiting the treasury beneath the palace, and the magnificent and luxurious scene left him somewhat overwhelmed.

"No matter how dazzling the glory and wealth, it will become a thing of the past in the blink of an eye. In essence, it is nothing more than the result of the royal family's exploitation of the lower classes."

The illusion of Councilor Wendt also stood by the door, raising his hand as if he were really touching the patterns on the treasure vault door.

"Just like now, no amount of precious treasures can conceal the empress's inner turmoil."

Reinhardt tried his best to avoid looking at Councilor Wendt. Several guards had the duty to keep watch, and it would be a little strange if he were the only one whose eyes were wandering around.

Silvana placed her palm in a groove on the door, and a deep green magical light path extended from beneath her palm, slowly covering the entire door along the exquisite vine patterns on it.

"Long——"

The treasure vault doors made a dull thud and slowly opened inwards.

The group followed Silvana through the door.

Inside was a magnificent and spacious lobby, with a deep red carpet laid out along the entrance, and on both sides, like squares on a chessboard, were neatly arranged display cases.

On these display cases, there are deep-sea pearls that radiate dazzling light, self-flowing liquid crystal fountains, or golden statues inlaid with jewels...

Looking around, it resembles a historic museum, except that the dazzling array of rare treasures on display are all the private property of the royal family.

Now, not only Reinhardt, but the other guards also couldn't help but look around.

The Royal Treasury is a forbidden area accessible only to direct descendants of the Aslan royal family. For an ordinary person, even encountering just one item from its collection in a lifetime is considered a gift of fate.

But Silvana hurried along, his eyes fixed only on the secret passage and mechanism located behind the treasure vault.

The group passed through the dazzling treasures and soon arrived at a griffin statue with its wings folded.

Silvana placed her hand on the statue's head, and after a short while, the statue's emerald eyes began to gleam, and its wings slowly opened as if they were alive.

The exquisite craftsmanship of the Aslan artisans is fully displayed even in such small objects.

The wall tiles behind the statue began to move, retracting section by section to reveal the tunnel that had been hidden behind them.

As the tunnel doors expanded, rows of braziers lit up automatically, extending all the way underground.

Compared to the ancient, abandoned secret passage that Ye Xiao had seen in the underground prison, this new secret passage was obviously much more exquisite.

As the passageway appeared, Silvana was about to go in, but then, as if suddenly remembering something, she turned back and looked at the nearby display cases.

Just as Reinhardt was wondering what Silvana was going to do, he saw her rush to a counter, snatch a gemstone necklace from it, and stuff it into her pocket.

"..."