All in all, the most practical approach is to be flexible and act according to the circumstances! Without hesitation, Qi Ji mobilized the simulated spiritual power, concentrated it on the "anchor point", and effortlessly "torn" a wound in the secret realm from that place. “Snap!” The sound of glass breaking was heard, and she dodged and slipped into the gap that suddenly appeared. ========================= It’s a new week, remember to give a like before you go out~! Chapter 360 Assassination The center of Twilight City, the "Twilight Palace", a side hall. Somewhere in this palace as majestic as a mountain, the glorious Plantagenet Emperor, Octavius VIII, walked quickly on the smooth and wide road. On both sides are green plants that have been trimmed and trimmed exquisitely by royal gardeners. They are paired with the simple yet textured warm-colored floor tiles, which is refreshing and the moist and fresh air is very comfortable.
But the king of this country had no time to appreciate and enjoy it. He walked straight towards a certain direction of the palace with a slightly hurried pace. When he was halfway along the road, he suddenly sensed something, slowed down his pace slightly, and tilted his head to look to the side. As he looked over there, a bright flame suddenly appeared on the ground at the end of that direction. It quickly rose up and condensed, turning into a figure wearing a tight-fitting suit, a black cloak on his back, and the lower half of his face covered by a black cloth. "Your Majesty, I will assist you to go to the Cabinet Hall." The masked man who appeared knelt on one knee, bowed deeply to the emperor, and spoke in a low, pious voice. "Flat body." The Emperor recognized this as one of the members of the Guards, so he stopped and spoke in a cold and calm voice. "Yes." The masked man stood up in response. After seeing the emperor's clothes, he was slightly startled and asked tentatively: "Your Majesty, before going to the Cabinet Hall, do you need me to take you to the bedroom to change your clothes?" Octavius VIII's attire now was the same as when he was in the Flower Hall before, which was a light-weight outfit often worn on informal occasions, and he did not wear the red-orange crown on his head that symbolized the emperor's authority. Generally speaking, whenever an important meeting is held, even if it is not the most solemn and grand court meeting, one does not have to wear luxurious and complicated court robes, but at least one has to wear a crown to show respect for the imperial throne and the country. The emperor said without hesitation: "The situation is urgent, and such details should be put aside." "I understand." After receiving the emperor's answer, the masked guard said no more nonsense. He came to the emperor in one step, grabbed a corner of the cloak behind him with one hand, and lifted it up swiftly and decisively. "Brush!" With the crisp sound of dense cloth flapping in the air, the thick and wide cloak was lifted high, just enough to cover the emperor who was standing still.
Crimson flames suddenly burst out from the bottom of the cloak, releasing scorching heat waves while expanding and spreading at an extremely fast speed, instantly engulfing the emperor and his personal guards. Faced with the surging heat, the emperor's expression remained unchanged, his body stood still, and he was as calm as a marble statue. The blazing flames completely enveloped the two, but very methodically avoided their bodies. Despite the overwhelming heat, it did not burn any unnecessary objects, which was an extremely delicate control of one's own power. The next second, the raging flames suddenly dissipated and turned into countless sparks, which flowed into the cracks between the floor tiles like water and disappeared completely in the blink of an eye. "Boom boom boom boom..." The emperor listened to the roar of the air tearing and exploding in his ears. All around him were the calm guards and the wall of fire without a single crack. The red flames surged actively and excitedly in the air, leading the two to travel rapidly through the basement of the palace and move towards the cabinet hall near the core of the palace. "At this critical juncture, the church's 'Xiaguang' suddenly left. At the same time, the personnel I arranged at the Imperial National University also lost contact inexplicably. It is very likely that 'He' finally couldn't sit still and took action on behalf of the Church of the Remaining Sun..." While still on the road, the emperor narrowed his eyes slightly and quickly organized his mind to rehearse the content of the plan to be discussed at the cabinet meeting later: “The church is at odds with the royal family over core interests. This is a long-standing inherent contradiction. However, before Anmon sends down a clear oracle requiring the Church of the Remaining Sun to completely take over the rule of the empire, they should not completely break off relations with us. "So, it is unlikely that 'Xiaguang' killed 'Iron Knight'. At most, he set up a blockade barrier near the school... But no matter what, I'm afraid that the natural subspace fragment in the woods can only be left to him... "Alas, without the combat power of a demigod, we will always be controlled by others. Haha, the Royal Fleet that claims to be invincible on the continent is nothing more than a pretty toy in front of the church backed by the true God. I wonder when... "Huh? Wait!" Just then, he keenly noticed something was wrong. He immediately stopped thinking, raised his head and looked around. The roiling red flames were still before my eyes, and the scorching heat was still licking my skin. There doesn't seem to be anything unusual. but…… "Kent, why haven't you arrived yet?" The emperor frowned and asked sternly to the masked guards beside him. According to past experience, using the current method of "flaming escape", it would take at most a dozen seconds to get from the side hall to the door of the cabinet hall. But now almost half a minute has passed, and the surrounding scene is still the same sea of fire. Even if the moving speed deviates, it can't be that much different. This is enough for them to run out of the palace! "you……" Octavius VIII immediately became alert, staring at the silhouette of the guard with wide eyes. He was not the mediocre emperor who had only stayed in the royal academy and listened to the teachings of the grand tutor since childhood. Less than a year after he ascended the throne, he encountered a local war with the northern power, the Cretan Dynasty, and personally led an army north to fight the enemy. In the more than ten years after the end of the war, he did not neglect his training in the actual combat field. He often led his personal soldiers south to pacify the sea monsters that occasionally emerged from the deep sea and attacked the coastal areas.
Under his influence, several princes became brave, wise and courageous generals, and won large colonies for the empire in the new world of "Giant Island" in the south. The "Giant Island" on the southern continent is a turbulent place where forces from many countries are intertwined. All the major powers in the human world, including the Templar State, the Krestos Dynasty, the Sharp Fang Kingdom, the Star Confederation, etc., are vying for the interests here. It is by no means easy to achieve such an achievement. It can be seen that this is an emperor with great martial virtues, by no means a weak person, nor someone who is easy to deal with! Therefore, the moment he noticed the abnormality of the guard, he did not hesitate at all and showed no mercy. He condensed a fireball in the palm of his hand and slapped the guard's shoulder! The current emperor, Octavius VIII, is a magician in the field of "Fire"! In this world where supernatural powers and gods exist, a person who can become the ruler of a country, even if he is not the strongest, can never be a mortal! “——Bang!!!” The fireball in his palm exploded on the body of the guard. Although its size was not much bigger than a fist, after the energy contained in it burst out, it turned into endless flames like sea water and spread out with the force of thunder. "Boom boom boom boom!!!" On a piece of wasteland outside the north side of the "Dusk Palace", a mound of earth suddenly rose up at a very fast speed on a piece of land, followed by a deafening explosion, and extremely hot flames burst out from it, blowing it to pieces in an instant. The red flames poured down like a torrential rain, instantly covering the not-so-large wasteland. The frames of the buildings that had been abandoned halfway through construction were all collapsed by the violent shock wave, turning into ruins. "Ho ho ho ho..." The burning wind swept across an area of 100 meters, evaporating all combustible materials. At this moment, this construction wasteland has turned into hell. Dozens of seconds later, the madly burning red flames gradually subsided, but the heat in the air could not dissipate for a long time. The temperature was so high that it seemed like the desert of the southern continent under the scorching sun, and almost anything raw could be cooked. At the center of the explosion, where the initial mound of earth had risen, it had now become a deep circular pit. In addition to the charred black inside, there were also sparse crystal flashes, which were crystals formed by sand and gravel being baked at extremely high temperatures. Emperor Octavius VIII stood at the bottom of this hideous pit. There were several burn marks on his clothes, but his expression, which was so cold and stern that it seemed to condense into frost, not only did not make him look embarrassed, but instead gave him a layer of brutality and majesty of a ferocious warrior on the battlefield. The murderous light that was almost condensed into substance made people feel a stinging pain in their eyes just by looking at it directly. "You little rat, you arrogant bastard, show yourself now!" There was no anger on the emperor's face, but his voice was filled with rage that seemed to ignite the air, causing the entire area to tremble for a moment. Just as he finished his words, a black shadow suddenly appeared above his head and dropped straight down at lightning speed, trying to pierce him through! Chapter 361 Assassin There are two chapters in total today. One chapter will definitely not be published before twelve o'clock, so it will be uploaded around one o'clock. ========================= "Humph!" The emperor snorted coldly, a gleam of brilliance flashed in his deep amber eyes, and his body suddenly disintegrated, turning into a large piece of red flame, which rose up rapidly around a certain point, forming a whirlwind of flames in the blink of an eye. "Whirring whirring!!!"
Amid the sound of the whirling wind that contained extreme heat, the red whirlwind quickly climbed to a higher level, and its top just happened to collide with the pressing black shadow— "Oh!" The two forces were in a brief stalemate for a moment, and then a fierce air wave burst out from the intersection of the two forces, spreading in four directions in a circular shape, sweeping away the ashes and ruins on the ground, leaving traces radiating outwards. Perhaps because it was too weak or because it didn't want to waste time wrestling, the black shadow did not continue to fight against the fire tornado that the emperor transformed into. After the first attack failed, the black shadow quickly moved to the side, out of the impact range of the fire tornado, while flexibly changing its shape and moving swiftly to the ground farther away. "Boom boom boom——" After losing the resistance of the black shadow, the fire tornado rushed straight into the sky, carrying unimaginable heat and energy, raging in the air, burning the air with the smell of gunpowder. "You are not Kent. Why don't you show your true face to others?!" The emperor's roar as loud as a bell came out from the fire tornado. At the same time, the self-rotating and tumbling red flames quickly converged and condensed into the figure of Octavius VIII in the air about ten meters above the ground. The assassinated king floated in the air surrounded by the remaining flames, with madly leaping and flowing tongues of fire behind him. He looked down at the black shadow that was also beginning to condense inwards not far away, his face was ashen and murderous. The black shadow quickly retracted, from an indefinite and illusory shadow-like shape to a solid texture, becoming like oil or asphalt, with a smooth and sticky surface that reflected a whitish luster under the sunlight. Finally, this indescribable black color condensed into a strange human figure with a shiny black body, no clothes, no hair, no facial features, and bubbles gurgling under his feet as slippery as hot oil. "...A mage from the realm of 'Chaos'?" Looking at the lump of "oil" that could barely be seen in human shape, and analyzing certain characteristics of the perceived spiritual wave information, the emperor frowned slightly. As a former high-level leader of the "New World" sect and a good friend of the "Chaos" smelter Romon, he was naturally familiar with the various characteristics of the extraordinary people in this field, so he judged the other party's identity at a glance. "Are you from the New World sect?" The emperor kept a solemn and calm expression, with his hands behind his back, and asked coldly. "The leader of the lowly pagans..." The human-shaped ball of black oil made a sound. The voice was completely unhuman, or it could be said that it was not a sound that could be made by any living creature. It was extremely harsh, distorted, rough, and unpleasant. It's like taking fragments of countless meaningless noises and then stitching them together in a crude way. This Chaos Mage, whose origins are still unknown, spoke in a low voice that could not be described in any words. The black oil that made up his body never stopped flowing: "I obey the oracle of the True Will and take your head!" “Swish Lala!!!” As he finished speaking, the endlessly flowing black oily substance lost its human form and expanded into a large mass with a complex shape that was difficult to describe in words. It attacked the emperor in mid-air at an extremely fast speed! Halfway through the sprint, the ball of black oil suddenly changed. The originally smooth and sticky surface suddenly showed a large number of cracks. Through these creepy cracks, you can see countless dirty and mottled colors flashing in them. "Incomprehensible lunatic." Facing the enemy's fierce attack, the emperor remained calm. He raised one hand, pointed his palm at the rapidly approaching black, and suddenly clenched his fist.
"Whirring whirring--" A large part of the red flames lingering around him separated, like an army that had received orders, and split into pillars of fire that had a texture like lava, rushing towards the enemy from all directions! “Crack—” But just before the flame and black oil collided, a piece of ground behind the emperor...suddenly burst into several cracks. Once these cracks appeared, they spread rapidly and bulged quickly, as if some huge and powerful plants were growing wildly underground!