Blue Sword

"Oh, oh, the fighting was so intense."

On the hills near the city of Palermo, the demigod "Puppet Master" Derek exclaimed exaggeratedly, while Mier stood next to him, holding her forehead speechlessly.

In front of them was a banshee with a dull expression, holding something like a bronze mirror in her hand, inside which was a scene of Sidrifa fighting wildly.

The two of them were monitoring the war scene where Sidrifa was standing through a certain anti-water banshee flying over the battlefield.

"Hidliba rushed so hard, should she be fine?" Mi'er said worriedly.

She observed the future world lines. In most cases, Sidrifa would not be injured in this naval battle, but there were a few future lines that were damaged. The most serious one even broke his arm - it was broken by bones. The spear hit the shoulder blade, and then the skeleton knight cut it off with a knife.

This is the weird thing about fate: there are countless possibilities in the future. You can only observe different futures and their corresponding probabilities, but you cannot confirm which future line reality will eventually collapse towards.

If Sidrifa breaks her arm... well, it's not impossible to save it. Nora's "Life IV" can regenerate the broken limb, which will probably take a few months. But the plan to plot the Otterville family will inevitably be affected.

"It's okay, Lord Messiah." Derek didn't take it seriously. "The person leading the fleet this time is Mum'in, a lunatic general who rose from the wraith. He probably won't do much harm to your companions. .”

"A resentful spirit?" Mi'er asked curiously.

"Skeletons, Vampires, Ghosts, and Corpse Witches are the four major races of our Hafstar Kingdom of the Undead, which can be traced back to the ancient kingdom of Carthage in the early Third Age." Derek explained.

"Among them, the skeleton and ghost races are almost all transformed from dead humans, and their innate IQs are not very high, so most of them are enslaved by blood races and corpse witches. People like Mu Min stand out from the ordinary wraiths, People who become undead lords may be considered smart among the ghost clan, but they are far inferior to those with slightly better brains among humans."

"That's it." Mi'er said thoughtfully.

Obviously, even in the eternally dead land of the dead, oppression and slavery still exist. Skeletons and ghosts transformed from dead humans have a much lower status than vampires and corpse witches transformed from living people.

It's just that as a contemporary Messiah, her focus is still on helping mankind, and she doesn't have the energy to start a revolution in the Kingdom of the Dead.

Seeing that Miss Messiah was somewhat interested in this, Derek smiled and continued to introduce:

"In our place, the vampires and skeletons are of one faction. Most of them settle in oases and river banks in the inland areas, relying on the manor economy and raising serfs for a living; ghosts and corpse witches are of another faction, and they gather in ports along the coast. Cities, mostly through Mediterranean trade, accumulated wealth.”

"There are actually quite a lot of disagreements between the two factions. As early as the Carthage period, the Corpse Witch faction strongly advocated external expansion and controlled the trade routes in the Mediterranean, while the Vampire faction showed little interest in this."

"So when Carthage failed in the Punic War, the Solomons cunningly asked Carthage to hand over the defeated Hannibal. Under the pressure of the blood clan faction, Hannibal had no choice but to self-exile. In the end Died outside the homeland."

"Is Hannibal a transcendent of the Corpse Witch bloodline?" Mi'er asked.

"Yes, but for outsiders who are not undead, bloodlines are usually not divided so finely. Outside historians generally call Hannibal the 'undead' bloodline." Derek sighed, "As Hannibal Ba went into exile and died, and the extraordinary swordsmanship he mastered, the Phantom Sword of Immortality, was lost with his death."

"Yes." Mi'er said calmly, "Is the Immortal Illusion Sword very powerful?"

"Of course, that is the extraordinary swordsmanship that can defeat the ancient Solomons." Derek said enthusiastically, "The great thing about this swordsmanship is that it can create multiple clones with very little spiritual consumption, and each clone All can fully bring into play the sequence ability or law skills of the main body."

"If you can use poison missiles, then after using the Immortal Phantom Sword, you can shoot thousands of poison missiles at the same time. The so-called one-man army is nothing more than that. In the Second Age, the ancient Solomons realized that and There is no possibility of victory for Hannibal in a head-on battle, because the opponent will have endless clones to kill you."

"So they adopted Fabian's strategy of attrition, and finally got to the point where Carthage was overwhelmed and decided to recall Hannibal who was fighting abroad and sue for peace. If it weren't for the constraints of the Senate, no one would be able to kill on the battlefield. Die Hannibal.”

"That's right." Mi'er nodded and asked, "What if the Immortal Phantom Sword reappears?"

"Then everyone will be surprised," Derek said with a smile, "That's all."

"That's it?"

"Otherwise? Hannibal is a Carthage after all, and Carthage has been destroyed. Is it possible that the Hafstar Kingdom of the Undead can represent the Carthaginians to recover the cultivation method of the Immortal Phantom Sword?" Delhi Keha laughed.

So Mi'er fell silent. She knew that Derek was hinting to her that she could get closer to Paige and try to bring her here. Even if it didn't work, don't form a grudge with the revolutionary army - after all, the magic sword of immortality is very delicious. Extraordinary swordsmanship with spiritual capacity. The higher the level, the stronger the spirituality, and the more terrifying the number of clones that can be created and the combat power that can be exerted.

"I understand." Mi'er nodded and asked again as if inadvertently, "Derek, what do you think of Medea?"

"She is a succubus." Derek smiled slightly, "If you want me to be honest, then I can only say that succubi cannot be trusted."

"For a mature succubus, everyone is just a tool to fulfill her desires. This may be a bit of a racist stereotype, but it's probably not much different."

"Of course, Rasul supported your cooperation during his lifetime. Maybe he saw something on the future line. However, although I can't observe the future, I know that Rasul left some backup for this."

"Backhand?" Mi'er wondered.

"Yes." Derek said mysteriously, "If you and the succubus princess win the final victory, then it will be time for you to turn against each other."

"If you want to defeat Lingbo City where she is stationed on the edge of the Purgatory plane, you need the help of the Prison Watchers organization. Shirley has placed people in the top leadership of the organization. If necessary... you can launch a holy war to conquer Purgatory."

"That's it." Mi'er pondered after hearing this, and some clues in her memory seemed to be connected together.

That was when the Cangqing Sword was marching south with Emperor Shinra's army. They encountered an invasion by the Purgatory Devil in a small town in the Alps.

Immediately afterwards, they encountered another group of prison guard knights who seemed to be attacking Medea.

Therefore, those people were arranged by Shirley under the instruction of Rasul. His real purpose is neither to hinder the Emperor's coalition forces from moving south nor simply to attack the Cangqing Sword, but to remind...

To remind us (or, just remind me) of Medea’s demonic origins and purgatory background? In this case, the small number of devil attacks in the town that night, as well as the boring entanglement and hostility of a few jailers, Rasul's intention of arranging these can be barely explained.

However, although he was afraid of Medea's identity and tried to provoke her, the leader was not the kind of person who would doubt or abandon his companions easily, so it was of no use in the end.

Mi'er thought about it randomly and felt that some of the above conjectures were reasonable, but some of them seemed a bit strange.

The half-elf girl's IQ can only be said to be at the upper-middle level, far less than the "super smart minds" of Medea and Sheila, so after thinking for a long time, she still couldn't come to a firm conclusion.

After all, Rasul, who arranged all this, is dead.

In short, let’s consider the plan Derek mentioned as some kind of emergency alternative. After all, if I really encounter the day he mentioned, I should at least have a trump card that can make a comeback.