Max Level is 100? I Can Upgrade All skill s to Lv99999!-Chapter 211 --The Death Domain Sweeps In

The Ivorykin’s four great legions had already assembled outside the capital and launched a charge toward the Deathborn legion.

Although the high-ranking officials were filled with unease, they had never stopped brainwashing the lower-ranking Ivorykin.

And so, an utterly absurd scene unfolded: the upper echelon was terrified of death, yet the common Ivorykin below them somehow believed themselves to be unbelievably powerful.

Thus, under the leadership of their vice commanders, the four great legions charged excitedly toward Caelan!

Meanwhile, inside the palace,

after silently watching the battle in the distance for a moment, the Speaker turned to Palmar, who stood beside the king.

"Palmar, doesn’t your [Divine] inheritance require the absorption of death energy? Why aren’t you going?"

The Speaker frowned slightly. He had the feeling that Palmar was hiding something.

On the other hand, Palmar wore a solemn expression.

He looked at the Speaker and spoke with unusual seriousness.

"Lord Speaker, do you believe in destiny?"

At that question, the Speaker’s brows drew together slightly.

He did not understand why Palmar had suddenly brought that up. And given Palmar’s lowly origins, why did he now dare speak to him in such a manner? Could it be because the king was backing him now?

Just as the Speaker was sinking into thought, Palmar suddenly continued,

"Lord Speaker, to be honest, I cannot be certain either. But I seem to be able to sense that within that Death Domain, there is something exerting a deep attraction on me."

"I don’t know how to explain it, but I believe... that should be another Chosen One." 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝘦𝘸𝑒𝒷𝓃ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝒸ℴ𝘮

"Destiny is drawing us toward one another."

In truth, everything Palmar said was based entirely on instinct.

He had no evidence, nor could he verify something as vague as destiny.

But he simply felt that there was something within the Death Domain calling to him.

Ever since obtaining the [Divine] inheritance, Palmar had come to place great trust in his intuition. That inexplicable feeling had already helped him evade danger many times.

On the other side, after a brief silence, a faint smile appeared on the Speaker’s face.

"So that’s what it was. If this is a fated clash, then we will not interfere."

"Still... Palmar, are you sure you do not need our help?"

Palmar shook his head, a flicker of confidence passing through his eyes.

"Lord Speaker, I have considerable confidence in my own strength."

"Next, please enjoy my battle."

In fact, Palmar had already understood Caelan’s intentions.

The Death Domain had not continued advancing. Instead, it had stopped at a measured distance from Newdean—neither too close nor too far.

If Caelan found himself under siege by powerful opponents, he would be able to withdraw from the battlefield immediately.

Beyond that, Caelan had also refrained from sending his dragons to destroy other Ivorykin cities.

To put it simply, this was more like an invitation to a duel.

And as an inheritor, Palmar had clearly grasped Caelan’s intent.

If Palmar were truly to ask for the Speaker’s assistance, the other side would most likely choose to leave at once.

But if the enemy merely withdrew, that would actually still count as a relatively good outcome.

What Palmar truly feared was that if he accepted the duel, the whole of Ivorykin would end up dragged into the fallout!

To put it plainly, the enemy had no real need to clash head-on with Ivorykin.

If they scattered and launched sneak attacks on other city-states instead, the losses for Ivorykin would be utterly unacceptable.

So in truth, Palmar had no other choice at all!

Palmar obviously understood the situation perfectly well. That was why he had taken the initiative to tell the Speaker everything.

This rule—or rather, this code—was something both sides had to abide by.

It was the deepest tacit understanding between inheritors.

The Speaker nodded, and the look he gave Palmar carried a bit more approval now.

"Go. The great gods will surely bless you."

"Palmar, do your best. Your parents, your brothers, and your sisters will all be proud of you."

In truth, the Speaker knew far more than most of the upper echelon.

Once battles between Chosen Ones began, the wars among the myriad races would begin as well.

Though the world appeared peaceful on the surface, it had in fact already reached the brink of turmoil.

Just then, a soldier suddenly came hurrying over to report,

"Latest intelligence: a Deathborn is steadily approaching! We tried to stop it, but all attempts failed."

Hearing this, Palmar showed little surprise. Instead, the corners of his mouth curved slightly upward into an amused smile.

"It seems this friend of mine can’t wait any longer."

With that, he leapt into the air, holy radiance bursting from his entire body.

"Lord Speaker, I’m off!"

...

Supreme Staff Legion—

Evelyn frowned as she looked at the image on the screen.

On the screen, Palmar of the Ivorykin could clearly be seen launching his attack.

Standing nearby, Merlinster wore an equally serious expression.

"The Ivorykin’s Chosen One has made his move. Now let’s see how Caelan intends to respond."

"If he plans to fight one-on-one... wait, I doubt the Ivorykin inheritor is that stupid!"

"Come to think of it, this is a first-person-view battle between Chosen Ones. What an honor to witness!"

"Still... this little Caelan is much smarter than we imagined. Look—he didn’t rush to besiege the city. Instead, he carefully locked down the position."

The Supreme Staff circled the two of them several times before speaking.

"I saw it long ago. That boy Caelan isn’t just powerful—he’s clever too. In the current situation, that Ivorykin fellow has no chance at all, even if he doesn’t want a duel."

"If he doesn’t want Ivorykin reduced to ruin, then he has no choice but to accept a one-on-one fight!"

"After all, those dragons are no easy opponents. Even if Ivorykin mobilized everything they had, they would still suffer heavy losses."

As it said this, the Supreme Staff became even more focused on the scene before it.

Because it knew very well that battles between Chosen Ones and inheritors were exceedingly rare.

The only question was whether little Caelan would be the one smiling at the end!

Compared to the Supreme Staff’s attitude of watching the show, Evelyn was actually far more worried.

Because Evelyn knew very clearly just how risky and dangerous Caelan’s operation was this time.

In truth, she had opposed Caelan’s plan from the very beginning, but in the end, she had been forced to accept it.

Still, from what she could see now, Caelan had clearly made ample preparations in advance.

At that thought, Evelyn let out a slight sigh of relief. Then she clasped her hands together in prayer.

"Praise the gods—please protect Caelan and bring him safely home!"