Green Monster Epic

Chapter 354: Undercurrents

In the Spring Kingdom's capital, Clear Stream City's royal palace, a chilling atmosphere pervaded. Only two palace maids in light gauze dresses stood guard at the main gate outside the hall.

The warriors capable of fighting had mostly been dispatched to the front lines. The palace no longer had the heavily guarded presence of imperial guards every few steps as before. In this vast royal palace, the total number of stationed guards did not even reach 30.

These guards were merely for show. In reality, the one protecting the royal palace's safety was King William XVI's teacher, the legendary Grand Magus Angelo Rooke.

As a legendary mage cultivated by the royal family with all their resources, Angelo's life was bound to the Spring Kingdom. In terms of loyalty, William XVI trusted him even more than he trusted the High Priestess of the Spring Goddess.

With a legendary mage holding the fort, William XVI didn't need to worry at all that a legendary demon powerhouse could infiltrate the royal palace and attack the royal family.

Moreover, even if a powerful demon invaded and Magus Angelo couldn't defeat the opponent, he could still calmly lead William XVI and his family to escape danger.

"...Your Majesty, what are you still hesitating about? The direction of the war that I described to you before has now been verified step by step, hasn't it?"

"I believe Your Majesty also harbors some suspicion towards that person, otherwise, you wouldn't have summoned me to the palace to meet, would you?"

In the desolate palace, there were only three figures. One of them stood below the wide hall of the palace, speaking eloquently.

He had a head of golden hair and looked very handsome, but his eyes occasionally flashed with a captivating and profound gaze. In past balls, he would definitely be the object of pursuit by many ladies.

Seated on the magnificent throne of the palace was a haggard but dignified face, none other than the King of the Spring Kingdom. His head was full of white hair, and his eyes were dim. Compared to a few years ago, he had aged a lot. He didn't look like a middle-aged man in his 50s at all, but rather like a frail old man.

Behind his throne, an energetic old man wearing a pure white robe, with golden and silver luster shimmering on the robe, had a peaceful face and eyes full of wise light. He guarded William XVI's safety, and was none other than the royal palace's guardian, Grand Magus Angelo.

"If I cooperate with you according to your statement, then what can we get?"

King William finally spoke, his hoarse voice revealing deep fatigue. In the past few years, he had exhausted all his energy in exchange for the duchy's precarious survival. He was exhausted and never slackened for a moment, concerning himself every day with logistics supplies and the people's livelihood.

Originally, he thought that as one of the greatest enemies of the Feyman world, the demons' invasion would quickly bring support from other human kingdoms and orc empires to help the Spring Kingdom out of the crisis of national extinction.

But the reality was that all the human kingdoms were now sitting idly by, watching the Spring Kingdom's plight, allowing their remnant army to stalemate and fight with the demons.

Clearly, if the many human kingdoms were willing, they could gather an army of millions to directly annihilate the demons invading the Feyman world.

However, they would rather establish a long defensive line in the Lionheart Kingdom, wasting a lot of resources in vain, than send troops to annihilate the demons, coldly watching the chaos in the Spring Kingdom.

The Spring Goddess's walker on earth, the Spring Temple High Priest Booz, and the Spring Goddess's incarnation had all guaranteed to William XVI that reinforcements would arrive from the wilderness, but this would take time.

This wait had lasted for five years, and until now, the wilderness allied forces had not seen any sign of them. How could King William not feel despair?

During the duchy's heyday, the population was more than 5 million. Now, in the hundreds of miles around Clear Stream City, the surviving people numbered no more than 40,000.

Among the soldiers on the front lines who were desperately protecting the duchy, truly strong adult men were less than half. More of the warriors who took up arms were women and children who had not yet come of age.

The people were persevering and sacrificing. As the king, William XVI wished he was an incompetent fool, so that he wouldn't have to be so pained as he was now, and wouldn't have to worry about the future of his kingdom's people.

"Your Majesty, as I said, your country was a pawn from the beginning, and no one will be able to support you.

Whoever gives you help and support is actually a target calculated by the black hand behind this disaster."

"I have no way to change your country's ending, but the hand of friendship I extend to you can avenge you, at least to tear off a piece of flesh from those black hands hiding in the dark, let them feel the pain, and disrupt their layout."

"..."

The blond man stood in front of the hall, calmly saying all sorts of ruthless words.

"I'm tired. Today's conversation ends here."

Rubbing his aching forehead, William finally gave up the desire to continue talking deeply and waved his hand to dismiss the guest. "Teacher, please see him out of the palace."

"Your Majesty, you and your people don't have much time left. Their last chess piece is about to be in place. When they start their layout, the first to be destroyed will be your remnant army."

The host dismissed the guest, but the blond man was not ashamed or annoyed. Just as he was about to leave, he suddenly turned around and said something to King William in a light tone, which immediately caused King William and Magus Angelo to change their expressions and stare at him seriously.

"Wait..."

King William suddenly regretted it and wanted to keep the other party to chat for a few more words, but the figure of the blond man slowly dimmed, about to disappear into this palace complex.

"Hmph!"

Magus Angelo was about to activate the royal palace's magic lock to prohibit the other party's teleportation spell, but he was stopped by King William.

Each time the royal palace's magic lock was activated, it would consume a lot of resources. Rather than waste it on a guest who had no malice for the time being, it was better to keep it for use at a critical moment.

"As a final reminder to His Majesty, you have at most half a year to prepare. During this time, our agreement is still valid, and you can ask Master Angelo to contact me at any time."

Before the blond figure completely disappeared, a sentence slowly floated from his mouth and reached the ears of King William and Angelo.

The royal palace returned to silence, leaving only King William and Angelo.

"Teacher, what do you think I should choose?"

Pain flashed across King William's face. No matter what choice he made, the outcome would be cruel, and the remaining people of the kingdom would not have any good end.

"Your Majesty, no matter what choice you make, your old minister will support your choice."

Anjelo's eyes flashed with heartache. He had watched this figure grow up since childhood and taught him to become a qualified king. In Anjelo's heart, he was no different from his own child. Originally, he thought that he would be able to protect the William royal family until he was completely old and dead, but who would have thought that one day, he would watch this country completely disappear before his eyes.

If it was because he had not taught the king well, causing him to become a昏庸残暴 ruler and ultimately bring about his own destruction, then so be it. But on the contrary, in the eyes of countless ministers and citizens, William XVI could definitely be considered one of the most outstanding rulers in the duchy's dozen generations. There was no way the blame for the destruction of the country could be placed on his head.

It was all the fault of those damned, cold-blooded fellows who treated their duchy as a sacrificial pawn. Sooner or later, he, Anjelo, would get some interest back for the William royal family, although with his ability, that was all he could do.

"Alas! !"

… … … …

Far to the south of the continent, although it was about to enter summer, the high mountains in this land still retained patches of white snow. As the southernmost kingdom on the Hillen Continent, the Ice and Snow Kingdom never lacked snow scenes, even in summer. The remaining snow between the high mountains had never truly thawed.

The kingdom's capital, Frost Crystal City, was backed by a snow mountain. The people in the city could see the snow that never melted on the top of the mountain as soon as they looked up. It was also the snow on this mountain that brought clean water to the many farms and manors outside Frost Crystal City, slowly flowing through the kingdom.

At the top of this mountain, called Winter Snow Peak, there was also a secret that outsiders knew. That was, under the cover of the snow on the top of the mountain, stood a crystal-clear Ice Crystal Tower, which was a mage tower built by the kingdom's mage organization, 'Eternal Truth'.

The 'Eternal Truth' mage organization was the biggest supporter behind the royal family of the Ice and Snow Kingdom. Therefore, the Ice Crystal Tower built here, in addition to being the core base of the organization, was also a protective force guarding Frost Crystal City. More than five legendary figures were stationed here all year round, ready to support Frost Crystal City at any time.

It was mentioned before that although the Ice and Snow Kingdom believed in the Ice and Snow Goddess, this奇葩 deity of the Ice and Snow Goddess was not interested in secular power at all, nor did she have the desire to develop believers. If it wasn't for her own powerful strength, even if she didn't care about worldly affairs, no other kingdom and the gods behind them would come to trouble the Ice and Snow Kingdom, because no one could guarantee that this deity, who had always been known for her fickle personality, really didn't care about her kingdom.

"Pfft! ! !"

The Ice Crystal Tower was very lively today. The legendary masters, who usually studied the principles of magic and the laws of nature, suddenly left their laboratories and gathered together. They held their breaths, solemnly surrounding an old man wearing a white robe, with white hair, holding a crystal-clear, flawless crystal in his hand, watching him constantly draw mysterious and mysterious patterns in the air with his slender fingers.

Until the old man suddenly spat out a mouthful of old blood, dyeing the crystal ball in front of him, which was even bigger than a human head, red. The old man, who suddenly opened his eyes, had a somewhat frightening look in his eyes, because one of his eyeballs was snow-white, with no trace of a pupil. He was actually blind.

"The fog ahead is still too thick. With my ability, I can't clear it. There must be a powerful person who cast a spell to shield my divination magic."

The white-haired old man was Abel, a legendary intermediate spellcaster in the Eternal Truth organization who was best at language magic. 'The Awakened One' Abel was performing a legendary divination spell, but it ended in failure. At the same time, the backlash of the spell severely damaged his spirit. After spitting out a mouthful of blood, his body became much weaker.

"However, in the vast fog, I feel a deep malice slowly approaching. I'm afraid that the actions of those guys won't be too far away."

"And behind the fog, I vaguely feel a pair of prying eyes."

After Abel took a breath, he told the situation he had obtained from this spellcasting in a low voice.

"The clues reported back by our people recently also believe that the actions of the demon army are very strange. Those guys in the south are also becoming more and more frequent in their actions. It seems that there is indeed a big move."

"Then, in that case, I think we should also start taking action. The opportunity that we have been waiting for for thousands of years may be hidden in this crisis."

"What do you think?"

"I second it! !"

"Second! !"

… …

The owners of the nine figures in the field expressed their opinions one after another, and no one raised any objections. But if anyone knew their identities, they would probably know that their meeting and discussion this time would definitely not be a trivial matter. The Eternal Truth organization has a total of thirteen legendary or higher-level truth councillors, and the speaker is Feynman, the strongest combat force in the world who has been promoted to the Saint level, a plastic energy mage named 'Ember of the Blazing Sun' Brandt.

At this time, the middle-aged human-like man wearing a scarlet robe, with a bald head, and not even a single eyebrow, was Brandt himself.

If it wasn't because the mages of the Eternal Truth organization themselves despised the so-called eternally existing gods in the sky and walked on the road of pursuing the truth, I'm afraid that Brandt himself would have been able to ignite the divine fire and have the opportunity to be promoted to become a god by relying on the foundation of the people and believers of the Ice and Snow Kingdom.

On a funny big head, Brandt's eyes seemed to be burning with a flame that would never go out, so eye-catching. After scanning around and finding that there were no other opinions among the members, he then opened his mouth in a deep voice: "Since everyone has reached an agreement, then from today onwards, my Eternal Truth organization will enter a state of war. All members, except for those who are sent out, will issue a call-up order."

"Wells, Colin, and the others, you can send them a letter and let them return quickly."

"Also, on Queen Michelle's side, I hope to give them a subtle reminder, hoping they can prepare for the war… …"

"Understood."

"Okay."

"Then, should we contact the people from 'Rose Cottage'? And the people from 'Mist of the Dead'?"

"No, this matter is not about the more people the better."

… …

The nine legendary or higher-level mages all looked serious. After so many years of planning by their predecessors, they finally had the opportunity to realize it at this moment. No matter how knowledgeable and calm these people were on weekdays, their eyes were full of passion at this time, and they couldn't suppress the churning emotions in their hearts.