1000 Years Later, Even My Weakest Follower Has Become A Demon King-Chapter 158 - 158 Blood Bath and Medium (2)
158 Blood Bath and Medium (2)
Did he miss something?
“Let’s not fight here. After all, no victor will want a shattered Rose Palace to be their palace, right?” Vincent suddenly said.
Layton frowned. He never expected the ace-in-the-hole trump card he had prepared to be useless against him.
Therefore, he whispered a reminder, “What about your daughter? Don’t think that I won’t do anything.”
As he spoke, the lightning on the magical medium in his hand became even darker and deeper.
!!
William winked at Vincent and reminded him that this was an excellent opportunity to express his firm stand and win people’s hearts.
Vincent immediately understood. He said with a serious expression, “I won’t hand this city to a Moon Realm lackey like you for my daughter.”
William nearly facepalmed.
This fellow was indeed not suited for acting.
Layton, who was behind William, took a deep breath. Even he found Vincent’s reaction out-of-character.
Forget it, let’s not play house. Let’s quickly end this matter.
William felt embarrassed.
William didn’t give Vincent and the rest a signal. William, who was near the Viper Scar, used the response terminal as a medium to release Spatial Seal—he planned on sealing off the retreat of these people.
However, this spell fizzled out like a rock sinking to the bottom of the ocean.
Could it be that it didn’t succeed?
Far away in Viper Scar, William glanced at the magical medium in his hand.
He did feel his mana being consumed.
In the conference room, Vincent waved the magical medium in his hand, and a bolt of lightning was outlined along the trajectory he drew. f𝔯ee𝘸𝘦𝚋𝒏oѵ𝐞l.c𝒐𝓂
He planned on opening a temporary portal to fight in an open area.
However, the lightning of the temporary portal flickered a few times before turning silent.
Vincent also revealed a puzzled expression.
Lightning was a spatial rift. Among the different types of magic, only the most active and violent lightning-type magic power could temporarily tear through space in Currere.
However, the surrounding space fell into a sluggish state. Even the most active lightning magic power couldn’t affect it at all.
The few magic chanters present who had cultivated lightning spells began to sense that something was amiss.
William noticed that the slogans of the parade outside the Rose Palace had changed.
“King Jesse! King Jesse! King Jesse!”
William heard the shouts outside as if a bolt of lightning had struck his mind. He cursed inwardly.
Only then did he finally figure out what the other party was up to.
“Valk, good move…” William gritted his teeth and said.
Before coming to the conference room, Jesse Walde, the puppet trash, suddenly chickened out. His face was covered in sweat as he expressed that he didn’t want to be in the same room as Vincent, the usurper. Then, he ordered the remaining people to bring the other party to justice. He wanted to use what Vincent did—winning the hearts of the people.
Therefore, he brought a few guards to the Rose Palace’s entrance and planned on commanding the relief team to distribute food.
The relief team and guards that were originally used to comfort and deter the parade on April Fool’s Day were controlled by the Restorationists this morning. William and Vincent knew about this, but in order not to alert the enemy, they left them be. After all, the situation in the palace could be controlled in a few minutes during the showdown. It wouldn’t be too late to distribute the food later. They could also take this opportunity to eliminate a batch of the Restorationists’ core members.
As for the puppet duke, he was only trash. Other than his bloodline, he was useless. He wasn’t a Moon Realm believer or a magic chanter. His presence didn’t affect the situation much. If he were here and was accidentally killed by an unknown AOE attack, it would be troublesome—William originally planned on getting Vincent to publicly judge him.
William ignored a very important problem—a problem that non-natives could easily ignore.
Although William scoffed at the theory of bloodlines, the symbolism of bloodlines in this world could be used to fulfill the corresponding conditions to complete a ritual. 𝘧r𝑒𝘦𝒘𝘦𝙗ｎovel.𝐜o𝒎
“Do it.”
William knew that the problem was huge. He immediately controlled Liliana’s mirror shadow and said, “What did you say?”
Layton, who was standing behind the mirror, thought that the young lady in front of him was talking to him. He was still wondering why she suddenly didn’t want to live.
However, before Layton could persuade the maiden to calm down, he felt a familiar cold aura crawl up his back, causing his scalp to tighten.
A sharpness that made Layton’s hair stand on end stuck to his neck. Before he could react, he heard a splat, followed by the sound of liquid splashing—he felt his entire body float.
Only a few people in the conference room saw what had happened.
