I Can Get 1,000,000x Returns from Selling Anything!-Chapter 105 --The Shadow Council’s Conspiracy!
Very soon, the human powerhouses exchanged uneasy glances, their brows tightly furrowed.
At the same time, the same name surfaced in all of their minds:
The Shadow Council!
A scheme of this scale, a hand so skilled at using the entire continent as a chessboard—who else could it be but that organization made up of human traitors?
What a vicious plot!
On one side, they were using the Sixfold Host to pressure Winterhold, forcing the Empire to keep sending reinforcements north.
And where could those reinforcements come from?
Only from the Watchers stationed at the Abyss Rift.
Once the defenses at the Abyss Rift were weakened to a certain point, that would be the day the shadowkin broke free of their seal!
When that time came, the Empire would face shadowkin invasion from within and non-human armies besieging it from without.
Internal strife and external threat, attacking from both sides—the human race would be plunged into utter ruin!
This was a naked, unavoidable stratagem.
The Shadow Council was using the entire continent as its chessboard, with the shadowkin and the six races as its pieces in a grand game against the Human Empire.
And this time, humanity had been forced into a corner with no way out.
Marco’s expression shifted several times. After a long while, he finally forced a sentence out through clenched teeth.
"We can’t just sit here and wait to die. We have to come up with a countermeasure."
The human powerhouses present nodded in silence, every face heavy with grim resolve.
...
Inside the main camp of the Sixfold Host, Montague led the other non-human experts back into the command tent.
Candlelight flickered within, casting the shadow of a gaunt figure onto the beast-hide drapes.
It was an old man with a full head of silver hair. His face looked like dried tree bark, the wrinkles on it seeming to hide countless conspiracies.
He was dressed almost exactly like Harland had been—black robes embroidered with dark red runes, every line resembling dried blood.
Only one thing was different.
He wore no mask.
That deeply wrinkled face was laid bare in the candlelight, with nothing to conceal it.
"Lord Iris!"
"Greetings, Lord Iris!"
The non-human experts immediately bowed when they saw the old man, their voices filled with unconcealed reverence.
Iris!
The name with the highest bounty on the Empire’s wanted list.
The mentor of the fallen mage Harland, and a peak legendary-grade powerhouse of the dark magic lineage.
His name had hung on the wanted list for a full three hundred years, and not once had anyone ever been able to so much as touch the hem of his robe.
Iris gave a slight nod, expressionless. His aged voice rasped like sandpaper grinding together.
"You have all worked hard these past days."
His withered fingers tapped lightly against the table, producing a steady, muffled rhythm.
"Tomorrow, the twenty legendary-grade powerhouses sent by the Shadow Council will arrive."
Montague’s pupils contracted sharply at those words, then an uncontrollable surge of delight rose in his eyes.
Every non-human expert in the tent revealed the same expression.
Twenty legendary-grade powerhouses, added to their current twenty-five, would make forty-five in total!
If forty-five legendary-grade experts struck at once, what could a mere Winterhold possibly use to stop them?
Montague straightened abruptly, barely suppressing the excitement in his voice.
"Lord Iris, with the Shadow Council’s full support, we will definitely breach Winterhold in one stroke tomorrow!"
A cold curve tugged at the corner of Iris’s mouth.
"If the Empire does not send reinforcements, then we will simply take the northern frontier in one sweep."
"And if they pull the Watchers away from the Abyss Rift..."
A sharp light flashed through his cloudy old eyes.
"Then we let the shadowkin break their seal and pour out from the south."
He slowly rose to his feet, his gaunt shadow drawn long by the candlelight.
"The Empire wants both to hold the north... and to suppress the shadowkin..."
His voice was calm as still water, yet every non-human expert present felt a chill seep into their bones.
"How could there be such a good thing in this world?"
"If they cannot bear to abandon either side, then they are doomed to lose everything!"
...
South, Ariahold.
The offensive of the human legions, numbering in the tens of millions, crashed against the dark elves’ final line of defense like an enraged tide, wave after wave.
The elves’ rain of arrows was certainly deadly, each shaft capable of claiming a life with perfect precision, but under the overwhelming storm of suppressive fire, their resistance seemed pitifully weak.
Boom—!
With an earth-shaking explosion, Ariahold’s walls finally collapsed under the relentless bombardment.
Broken stone flew everywhere, smoke and dust filled the air, and ancient elven runes turned to ash in the flames.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa... the city’s fallen! Elven Goddess, here I come!"
"Gotta say, these elves really hurt when they fight, but... painful and enjoyable at the same time..."
"Can’t help it. Who told these elves to fight with such absurdly beautiful faces? It’s honestly hard to hate them!"
"Cut the crap and attack! Glory belongs to humanity!"
"Kill—!"
Countless human warriors surged through the breach in the wall like a flood bursting through a broken dam.
Seen from high above, a tide of steel was swallowing the entire city with unstoppable force.
The fall of Ariahold was already set in stone!
...
Not far from the battlefield, inside the Godscar.
Golden sword-light and violet lightning wove together into a net of death.
Aliris held the Sword of Roses, its blade flowing with brilliant purple radiance.
Every slash she delivered carried enough force to split the earth, crashing down again and again upon the immobilized elven legendary-grade expert.
-3,596,799!
-3,794,897!
-3,484,524!
And above that elven expert’s head, tens of thousands of thunder-serpents were striking down without pause.
Each thunder-serpent carried more than seventy million damage, tearing through his defenses like merciless heavenly punishment.
-7,649,946!
-7,585,546! 𝑓𝘳𝑒𝑒𝓌𝘦𝘣𝘯ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝑚
-7,349,949!
The last remnant of Immortal Singularity within the elf’s body was rapidly draining away amid the lightning.
Only five seconds!
The moment the final trace of Immortal Singularity was exhausted, his body was reduced to ash in the lightning before he could even let out a scream.
[Ding! You have slain the elven legendary-grade powerhouse "Eric"! EXP +82 billion! Gold coins +1.5 billion!]
[Obtained "Blade of Night (Legendary-Grade)" ×1!]
[Obtained "Darkmoon Hunter Armor (Legendary-Grade)" ×1!]
[Obtained "Lower Divinity Fragment (Legendary-Grade)" ×1!]
Daniel’s expression did not change.
Ariahold’s guardian had been only an early legendary-grade expert. It was perfectly normal for him to drop a Lower Divinity Fragment.
He turned his gaze toward another battlefield not far away.
Carodion was fighting another elven legendary-grade expert, his golden sword-light pouring down like a raging storm and forcing the enemy back step by step.
But Carodion was clearly holding back.
He still remembered Daniel’s order—the final blow had to be left for him.
Daniel activated God Speed, and his figure instantly appeared in the middle of that battlefield.
[Wind’s Embrace]!
Invisible wind-force rushed in from all directions, binding the struggling elven legendary-grade expert tightly in place.
[Serpent’s Thundercell]!
Dark clouds gathered in an instant, and tens of thousands of thunder-serpents came crashing down once again.
-7,646,489!
-7,649,644!
-7,659,499!
A few seconds later—
[Ding! You have slain the elven legendary-grade powerhouse "Erison"! EXP +75 billion! Gold coins +1.3 billion!]
[Obtained "Brush-Hide Belt (Legendary-Grade)" ×1!]
[Obtained "Flying Leaf Boots (Legendary-Grade)" ×1!]
[Obtained "Lower Divinity Fragment (Legendary-Grade)" ×1!]
Daniel frowned slightly.
Another Lower Divinity Fragment.
But it did not matter.
Whether intermediate or lower, they were all the same in his eyes.
Once the players grew stronger in the future, these fragments could also be used to cultivate the elite forces under his command.
