Magic Chronicles : Fallen Race

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I will post the remaining chapter with tomorrow's daily ones.

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The Sorcery Demon estimated the time and explained to Eris, "A message came from Leo's side. His Majesty should have gone to deal with the matters of the Imperial Army now."

At that time, Reji divided the demon race troops into three routes. Eileen guarded Ilinor, while the other apostles and himself went to the Syndicate, and Leo was responsible for tracking and investigating the Imperial Army that might also be heading to the Syndicate.

After thinking for a moment, Eris quickly blinked her expectant big eyes.

"Imperial Army! Imperial Army! Hehe~..."

She indeed loved the Demon King the most. Eris hoped that the new friends her King brought this time would allow her to play with them for a while longer.

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-Outside the Syndicate.

A gust of yellow sand rolled up from the distance. Only when it got closer could one see that it was not a sandstorm, but a vast army.

Fifty thousand vast iron cavalry galloped, raising dust. A flag was raised high in the center of the army, with the emblem of a Black Goat on it, displaying their unparalleled noble status to the outside world.

Any country that saw this Black Goat flag had to immediately make way and open all passages. When necessary, no matter how high the nobility in their own country, they had to submit and kneel under this Black Goat flag and obey all orders and arrangements.

There was no other reason. Simply because it symbolized the Empire, Nox, the only superpower that occupied nearly one-third of the world's territory, that was enough.

And in the center of the Empire's iron cavalry, surrounded and supported, was a luxurious war chariot. The flag there changed from a Black Goat to a scarlet color, symbolizing the Empire's royal bloodline.

Sitting in the war chariot was His Highness Olba, the Seventh Prince of the Empire, who had come to punish the villains of the Syndicate.

The space inside the luxurious war chariot was huge. It could completely serve as a small room. And now, His Highness Olba was holding an urgent temporary meeting inside.

"So you mean that a few days ago, a mysterious ruin with endless treasures appeared in the Syndicate?"

Kneeling in front of the Seventh Prince was the leader of the Bloody Hand Gang who had been wiped out earlier.

This escaped leader finally managed to wait for the Seventh Prince to arrive.

At the first opportunity, he hurried over to report the intelligence, hoping to receive rewards and support from the Seventh Prince.

"That's right Your Highness! Our entire Bloody Hand Gang has been loyally investigating the matter of the magic oil mine for Your Highness. We believe that the magic oil mine Your Highness wants may be inside the ruins. So we thought that before Your Highness arrived, we would explore the ruins more and gather more intelligence for Your Highness. But, but who could have imagined..."

Hatred flashed in Bloody Hand's eyes. Using clever rhetoric, he portrayed the Animal Gang in front of the Seventh Prince as a hostile force that obstructed their exploration of intelligence and hindered the Empire's great cause.

The Seventh Prince didn't care about the Bloody Hand Gang being wiped out. After all, in his eyes, they were all just pawns. What he was more interested in were still those artifacts that could bring powerful strength.

Especially when Bloody Hand, in order to prove it, took out a few bottles of [Healing Potion] brought out from the ruins and presented them to the Seventh Prince. The purity of this pure red potion was indeed so high that it surprised even Olba.

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It seemed that the direction for what was to come had been set.

Dungeon Ruins.

Seeing the prince so interested, Bloody Hand was naturally happy in his heart. However, he hesitated for a moment and still had to remind the Seventh Prince.

"Your Highness, I always feel that this ruin exudes strangeness. You must be careful. The legendary undead have already appeared inside. I suggest that you still communicate with the Empire."

Indeed, Bloody Hand's suggestion was the safest. Sending the intelligence about the ruins back to the Empire, calling for more powerful force, or directly mobilizing the army to surround the ruins first would ensure that it couldn't escape and would be a sure catch.

But... The Seventh Prince laughed disdainfully.

The Empire had not paid attention to the Syndicate for too long. As a result, it seemed that these Syndicate people still couldn't recognize their identity?

Could the Syndicate's trash be compared to the Empire?

Not to mention the Syndicate.

Under the strict transcendent lockdown implemented by the Emperor on the entire world except for the Empire, everyone below the Empire was an ant, a group of trash who couldn't even touch the fifth tier, their lifelong pursuit. And they were worried about him?

Bloody Hand's well-intentioned advice, unexpectedly, became a kind of humiliation to him when it reached the Seventh Prince's ears.

It was like an idiot worrying that he, a top student, would fail the exam.

"Thank you for your intelligence. You may leave."

After saying that, the Seventh Prince didn't wait for Bloody Hand to react. He raised his hand and swung his sword. Then, the leader of the Bloody Hand Gang, a big shot in the Syndicate, a fourth-tier warrior, didn't even have time to react before being directly killed on the spot by the Seventh Prince.

It seemed that this was illustrating the gap between the two sides.

The biggest leader of the Syndicate? In front of the Empire, he was just a small insect that could be crushed at will.

Also in the war chariot, the few hunters who served as the Seventh Prince's staff were actually a bit surprised in their hearts. They didn't expect this prince to be so strong.

If it were them, although it would be very easy to kill Bloody Hand, such a swift and fatal strike... might still be a bit difficult.

Olba's move was tantamount to a show of strength, making many hunters start to speculate about his strength, suddenly becoming unfathomable.

But in fact, only Olba himself knew the truth.

The key to his strength just now was not in him, but in this seemingly ordinary longsword in his hand.

The Seventh Prince took out a handkerchief and very elegantly, as if he had a cleanliness obsession, carefully wiped the treasure in his hand.

This sword, which looked inconspicuous on the surface, was actually his biggest trump card and confidence...

A holy sword!

With such an artifact in hand, it was Olba's greatest confidence. No matter how many monsters there were in the ruins of the dungeon, his holy sword just so happened to specialize in killing magical creatures.

Moreover, In addition to the holy sword, he also had another big surprise that he unintentionally obtained on the way to the Syndicate.

Thinking of this, Olba slightly restrained his arrogant expression, and even his aura as the Seventh Prince was consciously suppressed, seemingly becoming a few points more humble.

As for the reason for this posture...

Next, he was going to invite someone.

A hidden expert he met on the road, absolutely comparable to a Great Sage.

The Seventh Prince waved his hand and finally instructed an attendant, "Go and see what Teacher Leo is doing now."

"If Teacher Leo is free, please invite him over and say that there is an urgent matter that requires Teacher's help to decide. If Teacher is busy or meditating..."

Olba's expression was solemn, and the prince especially emphasized, "Remember, never disturb Teacher, understand?!"