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Almost at the moment the old king opened his mouth, the demon assassin threw the letters around and took out a dagger from his sleeve. Even though he had not reached the optimal distance, he was close enough now.

He had just observed from below that although there was a magician beside the old king, the magic power in her was as weak as that of a young demon child, and there was no need to be afraid of her at all.

Just when he thought the dagger could successfully pierce the old king's throat.

"clang--"

The dagger collided with the magic shield that appeared out of thin air, sparks flew and a crisp sound was heard. It was only a few centimeters away, but it could hardly move forward.

Then the strong binding magic turned into a rope snare that tied him up tightly and made him unable to move.

"Impossible! How could it be possible—shouldn't the people around the king be weak rookie magicians?!"

No, that's not right. The old king didn't look panicked at all, as if he knew that my assassination was doomed to fail.

This is a trap!

"Thanks so much to you, Ms. Volame. If you hadn't been there, this villain would have succeeded."

"It's just my job."

Volame looked at the subdued assassin. "You must be a demon, right? Only demons would stubbornly use magic power to judge combat strength. And if you were a human, you would definitely not underestimate the magician around the king."

The old king frowned and said, "It's actually a demon? Take him away and interrogate him!"

After the assassin was taken away, the old king looked at the other knights who were in panic below.

"Your Majesty, we are not demon spies, Your Majesty!"

"I naturally want to trust your loyalty, but to be on the safe side, I will temporarily place you in custody for observation. Don't worry, we will provide you with clean rooms and plentiful food. We will also explain the situation to your families and provide adequate compensation."

After dealing with the assassination, the king ordered his servants to collect the papers scattered on the ground and picked up these identical letters to read.

Fulilian (A Thousand Years of Past): Chapter 52: Just Do It

Although it was just words, the image of the two people talking seemed to appear before the old king.

The young man raised his face, which seemed slightly thin but had particularly clear lines because of it, with sharp eyes, slightly raised corners of his mouth, and a smile that was a little confident but not arrogant, and spoke word by word.

"I had legitimate reasons for killing those people. They were all traitors, parasites that harmed the interests of the nation, suspected of colluding with the demons and betraying the country. To restore peace and order to the border, I took drastic measures to eliminate those who stood in the way of the kingdom's rise."

"So, Viscount Ivan, what are you going to do next?"

"Of course, we must drive out the demons, return our land to us, and kill all the demons who dare to invade our territory..."

Before the messenger left, the young man said, "By the way, do you believe in fate? Killing the Demon King is my destiny."

Looking at the contents of the letter, the old king could not calm down for a long time, and his thoughts seemed to go back to the night before the previous king, that is, his father, led the army to fight in person.

"Father, do you have to go in person? The front line is so dangerous. If anything happens..."

"You are still here if something unexpected happens." Although my father was not a wise monarch on weekdays, and was even a little ridiculous, he suddenly showed unprecedented demeanor that night.

After trimming his messy hair and beard, he sat on a chair and meticulously wiped the armor and sharp sword that had been stored in the warehouse for a long time. Under the candlelight, his back, which had been a little hunched, straightened up again.

"You are the king of this country. If you die in battle, the army will be in chaos."

"But before I die, the army's morale will be boosted by my arrival. Child, the Demon King's army is advancing with great force. Half of our country has been destroyed. We can no longer afford to continue losing. This is the final battle, gathering the strength of the entire nation and numerous foreign aids. If we can kill the Demon King, it will naturally be a great victory."

He continued, "If I lose, you'll pack up and run away. Escape south, the farther the better. Of course, there's also the possibility that we win, but I unfortunately die. In that case, you'll inherit the throne and be responsible for handling the aftermath."

"Unlike me, a ridiculous and incompetent king, you are a man with ambition, capability, and I believe you will lead the country to prosperity!"

Half a month later, news came from the front line. At a huge cost, the Demon King escaped seriously injured, and his father... was also killed by the Demon King.

But he didn't even have time to grieve. After the war, he took over a devastated mess.

When he just inherited the throne.

At that time, I was so hardworking and diligent. I was young and strong, and I was eager to eliminate the domestic ills, enrich the country and strengthen the army, fight against the demons in the north, and recover the lost homeland.

But unfortunately, the kingdom wasted time and energy due to internal and external troubles. No matter how much reform was carried out, the parasites entrenched in the kingdom could not be eliminated.

Although he appeared to be much more powerful than his father when he was king, he was actually just fat. Just like a building block city, the gorgeous bubble would burst at the slightest touch.

The old king suddenly felt a little excited to see what this daring fake hero could do, but it was a pity that his health was deteriorating and he probably couldn't hold on for much longer.

"Ms. Volame, it seems there's a reason why Viscount Ivan massacred the nobles in Suiye City. Even in the heart of the kingdom, there are demon spies infiltrating. The situation on the border is probably even more serious. Can you develop magic to identify these demons disguised as humans?"

"I'll try my best to organize people to do research."

"Well, I hope it will be as soon as possible, cough cough cough..." The old king coughed again.

"Your Majesty, please take care of yourself. I will take my leave now and will not disturb your rest."

The old king watched Volame leave the palace gate and walk into the sunshine. In a trance, he seemed to see his father's back as he went to the war, and his apologetic eyes as he left.

"No, I can't fall down like this. Someone, bring me the medicine."

After drinking the bitter medicine, he asked someone to bring him paper and pen, and struggled to write a series of names on it. These were "highly likely" demon spies. The old king had wanted to kill many of them for a long time, but he had no excuse. Many of their fathers were heroes who followed the previous king to fight the enemy. Killing them by force would cause turmoil in the kingdom because of the large number of them.

But now it's okay, thanks to the demons handing him a sharp knife. Such a spectacular assassination gave him enough reason to clear up the stubborn disease right now.

"I can't die yet... I still have a lot to do... This war will definitely be a victory for humanity!! Even if someone outside the royal family ultimately reaps the fruits of victory, Demon King, you must die—"

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"Today is the last day you will breathe freely."

Ivan, in armor, strangled a demon general by the throat with his mind and lifted him up high. The magic circle in his belt was activated, and the demon general turned into a transformation card.

Although its performance is not as good as Shura Armor, it puts less burden on the body and consumes less energy, especially when it is used as a backup when Shura Armor is restoring magic power.

"It seems this is the last demon in my territory."

Ivan opened the monitoring system. Since he had completely mastered a large enough territory yesterday, it had a new function - identifying territorial composition.

That’s right, this broken system made in CWM can be updated and grown just like the Moore’s Law graphics card.

Now, not only can the complete territory map be displayed, but enemies, friendly forces and neutral units can also be marked in red, green and white. This is very comfortable. There is no need to search for demons in a carpet-like manner. Just go directly to the red dot.

Of course, some nobles were also marked with red dots. Regardless of whether they had committed a crime or not, Ivan accused them of having secret dealings with the demons and executed them. Their heads were then handled by professionals and hung on the city walls.

Time was precious, and in order to ensure he had enough sleep, time to practice magic, and fish, Ivan was too lazy to play political games with them.

After all, even the king had condoned his actions. Ivan learned this news from the message sent by Volame through the teleportation array.

The matter of the teleportation array has not been made public yet, so we must be on guard against others. Information asymmetry is a very useful weapon.

Seeing that all the red dots on the current map had been eliminated, Ivan returned to Vine City and looked up as he passed the city gate.

Unfortunately, the number of heads is still relatively small. Once the demon heads are chopped off, they will quickly turn into magic power and disappear. Otherwise, they can be used to build landscapes. Alas, it can be regarded as a small inconvenience in life.

Fulilian (Thousand Years of Past): Chapter 53: Am I a Mistress? (Reward Offered)

"This is a wand."

"This is an armored vehicle."

"Bang—Magic Tank!"

In the forging room, Ivan used models to show Fulilian and Zanze the new military weapons he had assembled.

"Five pairs of road wheels... Dad, you always have obsessions with some inexplicable things." Zanze responded.

Fulilian's comment was more direct: "What's the use of this thing?"

"First of all, this is just a model. The actual magic tank is many times larger. In other words, the magic wand it carries is exactly this size!"

Ivan used his arms to illustrate the size.

"As we all know, caliber is justice. Such a huge wand is large enough to engrave some common offensive magic. Moreover, through the amplification of the huge wand, even a small fireball can cause the huge destructive power of the dragon flame bomb."

A staff can amplify the magic cast by a magician, but ordinary staffs have a limit on the magic input, so for some super-standard magicians, it is actually a burden. It is better to use it with bare hands to increase the magic input.

This is also the reason why Celia, Volame and the great demons do not use magic wands. Their own strength is no longer dependent on ordinary magic wands.

But it is limited to ordinary staffs. Celie can use the entire ancient elven tree as a huge staff to cast natural disaster magic that can affect the world. The Demon King can also achieve a similar effect through the Demon King's City. The two can be regarded as mutually restraining strategic deterrents.

That is the forbidden spell.

"If such a huge staff is created, even Volame will not refuse the temptation of amplifying magic." Fulilian began to criticize her teacher sharply.

"Even if it's too big and inconvenient to carry, I'm sure she'll find a way to overcome it. After all, she's a ruthless woman who will do anything to gain power... Why are you all suddenly silent?"

Fulilian tilted her head, quite confused.

Someone patted her shoulder, and then she realized that there was someone behind her. Her long, smooth orange hair covered half of her face. Because of her arched eyebrows and habitually raised mouth corners, she always exuded a natural sense of closeness. She was wearing a long dress that highlighted her mature figure, looking elegant and charming.

The person who came was Volame.

"It's not nice to talk bad about someone behind their back." Volame hugged Fulilian. "When did I become a cruel woman who pursues power by any means necessary?"

"Hey, Volame, why are you here?"

"You must respectfully address me as teacher."

Volame flicked Fulilian's smooth forehead with his index finger and explained, "The king asked me to inspect the defensive barriers of cities across the country to see if there are any abnormalities. I came here as planned. Fulilian, without my supervision, have you been diligently practicing magic every morning lately?"

"..."

A certain white-haired female elf who had just finished her spring sleepiness and was about to fall into summer fatigue immediately became covered in small eyes and kept sweating.

"Um... recently, there's been a lot of progress in plant enhancement magic... I've already started researching the enhancement of hybrid plants..."

"So you got up early?"

"No."

"I knew it." Volame didn't want to correct her disciple's habit of sleeping in. After all, in just a few days, he would probably return to his old ways once she left.

Volame turned his gaze to Zanze, who was eating melons on the side, and asked curiously: "Speaking of which, who is this cute and powerful little sister Zanze to you, Ivan?"

"My full name is Izanze, and Ivan and I are father and daughter."

"Oh, so you are Ivan's daughter... Wait, there is obviously something wrong!" Volame was very surprised.

You know, Ivan is only 17 years old, how could he have such a big daughter?

"That's right, that's a big problem." Ivan agreed. "How can you call me by my first name? You should call me dad."

Zan Ze rolled his eyes at him and said, "I will only call you that when you truly become a qualified old father."

To this day, Zanze has completely gotten rid of the filter of Ivan's father in the illusion world. Now he is just seen as a fisherman who does nothing every day except beheading and fishing. The idol halo is completely gone.

"It's definitely rebellious!" Ivan said inconsolably. "I used to be such a caring little girl, even giving up my transformation armor to my father. Now I've become a thorn vest that despises me."

Volame recovered from his state of shock and asked tentatively, "Zanze...she should be your adopted daughter, right?"

"No, she's the daughter Celie and I had in this illusion world. It's like a brand new life born from the fusion of our spiritual powers. In a broad sense, she's our biological child."

"What? Her mother is Celie?! Does that mean you two are in the illusion world—"

Shocked once again, Volame recalled the scene that happened in the ancient elf tree.

The expression on Celie's face, who was originally retelling the story, suddenly became a lot weird. Not long after, she completely stopped talking. Not only did she change her sitting position frequently in a somewhat irritable manner and twist her toes restlessly, but her delicate white face also gradually turned red.

Afterwards, he pursed his lips tightly, as if he was enduring something.

Finally, her whole body relaxed again and she slumped in the seat. Her thin, sparse eyelashes had a softness that was rarely seen before. Her nose was small, and her lips, which seemed slightly pale because of her extra red cheeks, were so thin that they were pitiful.

Now that I think about it, this is clearly superb!

Volame immediately grabbed Ivan by the collar and angrily said, "You two-timing guy, why didn't you tell me about your relationship with Celie in advance?!"

"You didn't ask."

"Ah ah ah ah ah!"

Volame's emotions completely collapsed.

Why did she have to like such an irritating guy? And after having sex with him, she even wrote a letter to Celie to let her know. Thinking about it now, it was like walking on a minefield, or to put it more simply.

It's a fight for favor and charm.

That letter was like a mistress saying to the wife, "Alas, Teacher Celia, you probably don't have much charm anymore. Even your beloved husband has become my captive. We were so affectionate and passionate not long ago. Are you jealous?"

And what about Celia?

Is what she was thinking: "You never regarded me as a teacher. You only wanted to take away my happiness and occupy my husband! Destroy my family——"

What kind of melodrama is this?! Doesn't that make me a hopelessly bad woman?

How can I see Celia in the future...