ebookslot Chapter 166 releases the news, saying we are not good people.
Chapter 166 releases the news, saying we are not good people.
Chapter 166 releases the news, saying we are not good people.
After a long pause, his thoughts swirling between cold calculations and burning ambition, Hick finally spoke, his voice steady as it pierced the thick fog around the lake: "Sean, is everything—ready?"
As if echoing his words, a pale figure silently materialized and emerged from the shadows beside him, as if woven from nothingness.
Sean bowed slightly, his voice as cold and emotionless as his personality: "My lord, everything is ready according to your will. All the special containers for collecting firewood have been distributed, and they are eagerly awaiting—only—the start of the great battle."
"very good."
Hick's response was calm and even, as if he were merely confirming whether dinner was ready, rather than the prelude to a catastrophe that would soon take the lives of thousands and shake up the world of Ekar.
He remained standing with his hands behind his back, his gaze fixed intently on the calm yet turbulent surface of the lake, as if his eyes could penetrate the water and see into the more fundamental energy rules beneath.
Hick continued to give instructions, his tone as if he were stating an experimental procedure.
"Let our men assist Arthur's soldiers, guide them, and amplify their flames of revenge."
Note the bloodline of the Nar royal family, and the souls of those high-ranking nobles—their souls, though inherently weak, serve as a decent "additive" for fuel.
"Yes, sir."
Sean bowed slightly again, like a lifeless, pale silhouette, utterly obedient.
"We will ensure that every valuable resource is used to its fullest potential, its energy is perfectly extracted, and not a single bit is wasted."
"Um."
Hick gave a nonchalant reply, never doubting Sean's efficiency.
He paused briefly, as if suddenly remembering an experimental parameter that needed adjustment, and added, "Also, immediately have the people lurking in various places start spreading the news."
The core content is as follows:
The Silent Forest is extremely indignant at the Duchy of Nar's tolerance of its actions against our important partners. Therefore, it has decided to dispatch the Punishment Legion, vowing to completely eradicate the Nar royal family and its core supporters, and to seek justice for our allies who have suffered unjust accusations and heavy losses.
A cold smile curled at the corner of his lips.
"As for the means of our actions" — when disseminating information, it can be appropriately exaggerated to a certain extent.
The more precisely the description hits the "sore spots" of those white wizards and self-proclaimed righteous people, the more it ignites their hypocritical anger, the better the effect.
On Sean's perpetually pale face, the muscles seemed to twitch very slightly, but he immediately regained absolute calm and obedience.
"Understood, sir!"
We will ensure that the clear image of the Silent Forest as "brutal and ruthless, openly trampling on all worldly rules and moral boundaries" is accurately conveyed to every target audience who needs to know and will be outraged by it.
This is a crucial part of the plan:
Not only must energy be collected efficiently, but a sufficiently evil, impactful, and threatening "villain" image must also be actively created to force the Eternal Tower and its affiliated forces to no longer remain indifferent and to make a strong or even excessive reaction, thereby completely igniting the local conflict and escalating it into an irreversible all-out confrontation.
Hick waved his hand gently, indicating that Sean could step back and carry out the order.
Sean's figure vanished silently into the surrounding thick shadows and mist, like ink spreading into water, as if he had never existed.
Once again, only Hick remained by the lake, amidst the seemingly eternal silence and mist.
He slowly raised one hand, palm up, and a wisp of extremely pure and profound dark fire, seemingly capable of devouring all the light around him, swirled, leaped, and hissed silently at his slender fingertips.
He stared at the source of the incident, his eyes no longer displaying their usual coldness and indifference, but rather a kind of almost obsessive fervor and boundless anticipation.
"tutor----"
He muttered to himself, his voice as soft as a dream, yet it contained a powerful ambition.
"The final conjecture you failed to verify back then, the last step you never dared to take—"
"Let your most incompetent student, I, complete this for you."
His five fingers slowly closed, as if he wanted to grasp that wisp of flame, and even the entire fate of Aikar, into his palm.
"Using the turmoil and strife of the entire Aikar as an altar, and the anger, fear, despair, and resentment of countless powerful individuals as the most fervent fuel—"
"When the flames of death are ignited by the most extreme emotions and energies in the world, and rise to the theoretical pinnacle—"
His five fingers suddenly clenched tightly, completely grasping that wisp of dark energy in his palm, as if he had already grasped the future.
"The old order of Aykar should also be rewritten."
Meanwhile, in the royal palace of Nardu.
Layton Arthur climbed the blood-stained white marble steps one by one, with the burning city and deafening symphony behind him!
It was a hellish symphony composed of the sounds of collapsing buildings, the bloodthirsty roars of dark creatures, and the desperate screams of humans on their deathbeds.
A twisted smile finally appeared on his pale, cold face.
It wasn't joy, but a convulsive, vengeful pleasure that had been suppressed for too long and too deeply, and had become corrupted!
His steps were heavy and firm, the iron hooves of his nightmare warhorse striking the stone steps stained with sticky blood and bits of flesh, producing a dull and rhythmic "tap-tap-tap" sound!
The sound, mingled with the violent, almost exploding heartbeat in his chest, tolled the final death knell for the Kingdom of Nar.
The hellish scene of the fall of Kate City uncontrollably reappeared before his eyes!
The towering flames dyed the night sky blood red, reflecting the despair and contortions on the faces of loved ones, compatriots, and soldiers; the monstrous laughter and carnage of the Nar soldiers as they stormed the city; and the scalding blood gushing forth as the general fought to the last, resolutely taking his own life—
These images, like the most vicious curse, gnawed at his soul day and night, burning away all the warmth and humanity he once possessed.
Now! At this moment!
He finally reached the top of the steps and stood before the magnificent main hall of the Nar Palace, now riddled with cracks and scorch marks, a symbol of its supreme power.
From inside the door came terrified screams, cries, and the sounds of valuables being smashed and looted.
He took a deep breath. The nauseating smell of blood, burnt food, and surging negative energy in the air seemed to transform into the sweetest and most mellow liquor in the world as he inhaled it, making every cell in his body tremble with excitement.
He slowly raised his hand, without even needing to push it himself, and the heavy, ornate door, symbolizing Nar's centuries-old authority, opened!
Right behind him, under the extreme cold and deathly aura emanating from a headless knight, a thick layer of white frost quickly covered the area. Then, with a tooth-grinding "crackling" sound, countless cracks appeared, and finally, it collapsed and shattered with a roar!
The scene inside the hall was instantly and completely exposed to his eyes:
The once magnificent palace is now in ruins. Precious silk curtains are torn to shreds, jeweled artifacts are smashed to pieces, and gold and silver ornaments are scattered all over the ground.
Grand Duke Longchi of Nar collapsed beneath the cold throne like a pile of boneless rotten flesh, the filth of his incontinence spreading beneath him.
The few remaining members of the royal family and high-ranking nobles, terrified, huddled in a corner like frightened quails, being watched by several grinning...
The drooling wolf-headed man and the silent, cold shadow warrior surrounded them like toying with dying prey, emitting futile and desperate howls.
Layton's gaze, like a poisoned icicle, was fixed on the obese, ugly, tearful Grand Duke Longchi.
He spurred his dream steed and slowly stepped into the hall that symbolized final victory. Each hooves that landed felt like stepping on the last faint heartbeat of the Kingdom of Nar.
All the dark creatures spontaneously made way for him as he passed by and bowed their heads in awe.
He stood before Longqi, looking down at the mastermind behind Arthur's countless tragedies and the blood of Kate City on his hands. A black flame of revenge burned and swelled wildly in his cold chest, almost burning away the last vestige of his humanity, leaving only a pure, cold desire for destruction.
"Lift your head and look at me, Longch Nar."
Layton's voice was unusually hoarse and cold due to extreme emotional suppression, yet it also carried a terrifying tension, like a bowstring stretched to its limit.
"Look closely! Who exactly has come to collect the enormous blood debt owed by your Nar family!"
Grand Duke Longqi was terrified, tears streaming down his face. He tried to beg for mercy and explain incoherently, but extreme fear had robbed him of the ability to organize his thoughts, and he could only make loud, gurgling sounds, like a broken bellows.
Layton stopped looking at his disgusting ugliness and instead slowly, as if conducting a final judgment, swept his gaze over the trembling, ashen-faced members of the Nal royal family huddled in the corner.
"The pain and despair Arthur endured —"
He slowly raised his hand, and with his movement, the already dense shadows in the hall seemed to be instantly infused with life, writhing and converging wildly, becoming like viscous ink, and the temperature plummeted to below freezing!
"Now----"
Layton's voice was like a cold wind blowing from a bottomless abyss, every word carrying a chilling coldness and a monstrous hatred that had been suppressed for too long and had fermented and spoiled.
"It's your turn, Nar—to taste it for yourselves!"
He raised his hand and then suddenly pressed it down!
"No—! Let me go!"
"Help! Someone please save us!"
"Master Dahl! Where are you?!"
"Father! Save me!"
The screams and cries, so shrill and desperate they reached their peak, almost pierced the dome of the hall!
They struggled and kicked desperately, but the claws that emerged from the shadows, as if forged from the coldest black iron, remained motionless. The icy touch seemed to freeze their blood and erode their souls, bringing endless fear and despair.
"stop!!!"
A sharp, cold shout, filled with shock and anger, suddenly rang out from Grand Duke Longqi's filthy bosom!
And the owner of that voice is none other than the greatest pride and reliance of the Nar royal family!
Radiant Flame—Sirien Nar!
"Do you know what you're doing?! Wars in the secular world have their own rules!"
Wizards, especially wizards of your level, should not be here at all, much less intervene in this way!
Do you want to start a great war?! Do you, the Silent Forest, want to be enemies of the entire order of Aikar?!
As the voice rang out, Longqi, who had been utterly desperate, clung to the last piece of driftwood like a drowning man. He frantically scrambled to pull a faintly glowing communication stone from his robes, raised it with all his might, and cried out in a shrill voice, "You can't kill me! You can't! Do you hear me? My daughter is a full-fledged wizard of the Tower of Eternity! She is the Radiant Flame! You people of the Silent Forest shouldn't be here! You've crossed the line! You've provoked us! Let us go! Otherwise, the Tower of Eternity will never forgive you!!"
Although he didn't understand why the communication stone, which had been unable to connect before and seemed to be blocked by an invisible force, had suddenly regained contact, the fear of dying made him unable to think about the strangeness of the matter. As long as he could live, he would seize even the slightest hope!
Layton completely ignored Longch's ridiculous threats and wails, his gaze fixed on the glowing communication stone emanating Sirian's voice. A chilling, mocking, and insane sneer spread across his lips.
"Heh heh—hahahaha! The rising star and leader of the White Wizards, Radiant Flame!" What the master said was truly—grand and dignified!
His laughter suddenly turned sharp and painful, as if he had heard the most absurd joke in the world.
"Of course I know what I'm doing! While your Duchy of Nar's army was carrying out that day-and-night massacre in Kate City!"
When my people are hunted and slaughtered like livestock by you, I know more clearly than ever what I will do in the future!
"That's revenge!!!"
He practically roared out those two words, his voice trembling with intense emotion.
"In the way you Nar people demonstrated and taught me—revenge!"