[The Fallen Princess] II, Chapters 1 & 2

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Prologue
Atop the Dolimont Mountains.
The towering Astrological Tower rises straight up, pointing towards the star-studded night sky. Its uneven
, weathered stone walls testify to its antiquity. A mountain breeze rustles through the eaves, causing the copper plates hanging from them to jingle intermittently
, adding to its solemn and mysterious aura.
Inside the temple atop the tower stands a statue of the god of prophecy. An elderly man in a grey priest's robe kneels tremblingly
before the statue, murmuring indistinct prayers. Three golden tassels on his cuffs proclaim his noble
bishop status. Two maids in priestly robes stand respectfully behind him, barely daring to breathe.
"Lord Sufras—" the
prostrate bishop raises his head, his aged voice booming through the temple, "Please bestow your divine decree and
guide your people toward the future of the kingdom!"
A long silence ensues.
The bishop's white eyebrows furrowed. After a moment's hesitation, he reached for a
bronze cup filled with a vibrant green liquid on the altar, brought it to his lips, carefully sipped it, swallowed, and then prostrated himself again.
"Lord Sufras, please grant me divine guidance, to lead your lost sheep—"
This time, there was finally a response. The statue began to emit a faint, hazy light, gradually growing brighter until, with a
sudden crack, as if something had shattered, a blinding white light shot out from the statue, enveloping
the bishop.
The bishop knelt on the ground, his entire body trembling slightly. His cloudy eyes stared blankly ahead,
a faint blue light flickering within them. It was as if his gaze had pierced through thick stone walls,
reaching a distant place thousands of miles away.
No one knew what the bishop saw; only that his expression grew increasingly grave,
large beads of sweat rolling down his face.
"This...how is this possible?!" With a gasp, the bishop stood
up abruptly, unusually agile for someone his age, his face filled with astonishment.
"Lord Baphmet,"
two young maids approached from behind, looking at him with uneasy eyes, "What did you see? Was it a bad
omen?"
The bishop gasped for breath, trying to calm himself. He shook his head, stepped forward,
and reached for the bronze cup with trembling hands.
"My lord—"
a maid called to the bishop, her face full of worry, "The water of prayer is
very harmful to your body..."
Gazing at the emerald-like liquid in the bronze cup in his hands, the bishop closed his eyes, then suddenly opened them, a
resolute look on his face. He said softly, "I know! No need to say more."
With that, he tilted his head back and drank the water of prayer in one gulp.
This prayer was clearly much more effective. Soon, the statue once again delivered its divine message, and a white light
enveloped the bishop, so dazzling that it was almost blinding.
Having prepared himself mentally before, the bishop seemed much more composed, showing no unusual expression.
However, as time passed, his trembling grew more intense; his wide robes billowed without wind, and his entire body swayed
precariously, clearly only able to hold on by sheer willpower.
"Ah!—"
Suddenly, as if witnessing something utterly terrifying, the bishop's face contorted in a horrifying grimace. He let out
a scream, leaped up, and then collapsed to the ground. With a loud thud, the bishop's eyes exploded
, two streams of blood shooting out like arrows, spraying onto the statue.
"Lord Baphmet—"
"My lord! What's wrong?!"
Two maids rushed forward in a panic, frantically helping the bishop to his feet. His face was ashen, his breathing
weak, and his eye sockets were now two gaping, bloody holes, from which residual blood mixed with broken white impurities gushed
—a truly gruesome sight.
"God... mortal..."
Bishop Baphmet murmured, his lips trembling. Then, as if suddenly regaining his senses, he struggled to
reach out, pointing forward, and with all his might shouted, "The Tablet of Destiny! It's the Tablet of Destiny!
..."
His desperate cries echoed throughout the Astrological Tower, drifting in the night wind before gradually fading away. Soon,
the night sky returned to its tranquil state.
After an unknown amount of time, in an instant, the countless stars in the night sky suddenly shone brightly, as if the entire sky
had swayed. But this brilliance lasted only a fleeting moment before returning to normal.
"Am I seeing things?"
A farmer who had gone to relieve himself behind his house in the middle of the night looked at the sky in confusion, rubbed his eyes, shook his head, and muttered
as he went back.
In the year 1358 of the Valley Calendar, in the deep winter month, the chief priest of the Kingdom of Philan on the Moon Coast, Baffmit, died mysteriously,
marking the beginning of the "Turbulent Age" on the continent of Faer?n.
Chapter 1
A deafening roar echoed throughout the arena. The stands, with their thousand seats, were packed with excited
crowds. The frenzied spectators pounded the rhythm, chanting the names of the gladiators entering the arena. The massive sound waves
crashed down like a tsunami: "The Fang of the Giant Bear!—The Fang of the Giant Bear!—"
Julius, carrying his two-meter-long spiked club on his shoulder, swaggered into the arena, his heavy iron
armor clanging with each step. Reaching the center of the arena, Julius easily lifted
the steel spiked club, which was as tall as him, with one hand, and swung it upwards, eliciting an even louder cheer. He then grinned, a look of pure enjoyment on his face
.
"Big guy! It's already started, what are you grinning about?"
Julius turned around and saw a swordsman two heads shorter than him standing before him, his tone
filled with the anger of being looked down upon.
With a clang, Julius slammed his spiked club on the ground, glanced at the swordsman from head to toe,
and couldn't help but chuckle.
The one-handed sword in his hand and the leather armor he wore were commonplace items that could be bought anywhere on the street, nothing unusual about them
. He seemed to be just another naive young man lured in by the smooth talk of the arena merchants. What was rather
strange was that the swordsman wore a leather mask that completely covered his face, leaving only his eyes visible
. His voice was also somewhat eerie, as if it had a metallic scraping sound, sending
chills down one's spine—was this person as ugly as his voice, so he covered it up to avoid frightening others?
Julius thought maliciously, grinning widely and spitting viciously: "Kid, you're tired of living
? I'll send you to hell!" As he spoke, he raised the spiked club in his hand and smashed it down with a whoosh.
With a loud crash, the club smashed the ground, creating a crater the size of a head, and fragments of earth flew everywhere.
The swordsman had already leaped away before the gleaming spikes of his club could fall upon him. Julius only
saw a blur before a white sword shadow hurtled towards his right eye, the sharp tip
just centimeters from his eyeball.
Julius was terrified. In his haste, he twisted his neck sharply and took a step back. He heard
a soft clang beside his ear as the sword tip, trailing a spark, grazed the shield on his cheek.
"I was careless! This swordsman is no novice!"
Julius, drenched in a cold sweat, immediately abandoned his underestimation. He gripped the handle with both hands, roared, and
swung his mace like a wheel at the swordsman.
The rapidly spinning mace, whistling through the air, swept down relentlessly. Faced with such overwhelming
power, the swordsman dared not meet it head-on, and could only leap backward, calling out to Julius, "Hey, big guy! Your
skill is indeed not bad."
"Hmph!"
These words, meant to be appreciative, sounded like
a sarcastic mockery of Julius's near-miss, enraging him and causing him to swing his weapon even more forcefully.
Once he got serious about fighting, Julius immediately displayed his true strength. He possessed not only explosive
power, but also speed that was disproportionate to his massive physique. The hundred-kilogram spiked club, under his swing
, resembled a high-speed spinning windmill, blocking the swordsman's attack route across a two-meter distance, and
aiming for his vitals with every strike. Soon, the swordsman was forced into a precarious situation, barely
dodging several attacks by the narrowest of margins.
Seeing this, the audience in the stands became even more excited, their cheers interspersed with
shouts that were almost hoarse: "Giant Bear's Fang—well done! Smash him into mincemeat!"
The swordsman, who was being forced back, suddenly tripped and stumbled backward.
Julius, of course, wouldn't let such an opportunity slip by. With a twist of his hands, he changed his horizontal sweep of the mace to an upward swing, then
brought it down with a mighty slash. In an instant, the massive mace seemed like a small mountain, blotting out the sky and pressing down.
Just as the mace, thicker than an ordinary person's thigh, was about to touch his head, the swordsman suddenly stretched out his left hand
and slammed it on the ground. His body, lying on the ground, flipped backward with lightning speed, instantly escaping being smashed to pieces. With a loud thud, Julius's mace crashed heavily to the ground, creating 　　a dent
in the hard, rocky ground . 　　 As soon as he landed, the swordsman lightly touched the ground with his toes and immediately took a step forward. This step, seemingly as ordinary as 　　a stroll, was like a gentle breeze, light and eerie, covering more than four meters in a single movement, 　　delivering the swordsman to Julius. The swordsman thrust forward with a swift motion, and with a muffled thud, the tip 　　pierced through the gap in the mask, diagonally embedding itself between Julius's eyebrows, penetrating deeply. 　　 "Dark Elf swordsmanship!..." 　　 Julius's throat gurgled, as if trying to say something more, but everything went black, and his massive body 　　collapsed with a thud. 　　 The balance of power shifted abruptly. The excited shouts of the spectators in the stands seemed to be abruptly cut off 　　, then erupted into an even greater clamor: "What happened? Did anyone see that clearly?" 　　 "Impossible! Julius is dead! My money—" 　　 "Who is this kid? Where did this expert come from?" 　　 A cacophony of shouts rose and fell, engulfing the arena in a sea of confusion. 　　 ... 　　 Passing through the dispersing crowd, an ordinary-looking carriage sped out of the arena, winding its way through 　　the streets and alleys of Azgarat, and soon arrived at a secluded manor. As it passed the gate, the carriage showed no 　　sign of stopping, only slowing slightly before rushing inside. 　　The guards at the gate seemed unfazed, quickly closing the gate shut after the carriage entered, sealing the manor 　　. 　　 Deep within the manor's flowerbeds, a person completely shrouded in black robes stood at the door of a small house 　　, gazing at the setting sun. After a while, he lowered his head and sighed softly. Only when he looked up again into the distance did a 　　glimpse of his face, hidden beneath the black robes, appear—a young drow elf. 　　 Suddenly, the swordsman from the arena appeared at the flowerbed entrance. He spotted the man in black robes and 　　ran over excitedly, shouting, "Teacher—I'm here!" 　　 Seeing the swordsman approaching, the man in black robes unconsciously smiled, but then his expression darkened. 　　 "You know, your performance just now disappointed me greatly! Your swordsmanship was..." 　　 "Waaah..." The man in black robes was interrupted before he could finish. The swordsman, upon reaching him, 　　threw himself onto Zhuo Er's body, sobbing uncontrollably on his shoulder, "Teacher, I missed you so much..." 　　 "Alright, alright..." 　　 The icy expression on the man in black robes immediately crumbled. He patted the swordsman's back helplessly, gesturing for him to sit down. 　　"No need to cry so much, it's only been a few months... There's no one here, take off your mask." 　　 "Yes, Teacher Trist!" 　　 Hearing that the man in black robes was no longer pursuing the matter, the swordsman's sobbing immediately ceased, and he reached out his hands...

She untied the straps of her mask behind her head and sat down with an air of nonchalance. The speed of her transformation was so swift that
the man in black robes could only manage a wry smile.
As she removed the mask, the light of the setting sun seemed to dim for a moment, making all the blooming flowers in the garden
pale in comparison. Drizzt stared blankly for a while before speaking, "You seem even more beautiful than you were a few months ago… Princess
Christia, your beauty will surely be sung about by bards everywhere in the future."
"Hehe… Thank you for the compliment, teacher." Christia smiled radiantly, her captivatingly sweet smile
leaving Drizzt mesmerized for a long time.
As she smoothed her long, golden hair, which had been disheveled by the hood, and peeled off a small piece of suede from her throat,
Christia's voice immediately returned to its melodious, pleasant tone: "Teacher, where have you been these past few months? Last
time you suddenly left without a word, and everyone was very worried about you."
The drow elf's smile vanished as she spoke of herself, and she lowered her head, pondering for a moment before finally saying,
"After this meeting, I will be leaving Azgrath."
"Ah—why? Teacher, aren't you doing just fine here?"
Christia's delicate eyebrows furrowed beautifully as she looked up at Drizzt in surprise. "Has your identity been discovered?"
"No, thanks to His Highness's care, I have been perfectly safe here for the past three years. The problem stems from my friend
…"
Drizzt shook his head, gazing into the distance. "My friend, Bruno. Warhammer has encountered a great
trouble. If it cannot be resolved, he and his people will face immense danger. I must rush to help
him."
"Is that so..."
Christia withdrew her gaze in disappointment, pondered for a moment, then suddenly looked up again,
asking with a delighted expression, "Since it's such a dangerous matter, Teacher, you must need my help, right?"
Seeing Christia's eager expression, Trist couldn't help but chuckle: "Explain? I
think you really just want to take this opportunity to go on an adventure..."
Without hesitation, Trist refused Christia's request, saying seriously, "
The enemy we're facing this time is extraordinary. It's not something a greenhorn like you can handle.
Forget about it." "Oh dear, Teacher... I'm already quite strong... and you still call me a greenhorn
, even though I'm not much older than you..."
Christia pouted, muttering unhappily, her jewel-like blue eyes darting around
a few times before she suddenly lowered her head and fell silent.
"My affairs...we'll talk about them later. Let's talk about your studies first."
Not noticing Christia's expression, Drizzt waved his hand, turned around, and changed the subject
. "From today's trial, it's clear that while your swordsmanship is already quite good, you
lack real-world experience. Your opponent was at least two levels weaker than you, yet you won with such difficulty.
It seems you need to work harder on your skills and experience... Hmm?! What are you doing?"
Drizzt, who was speaking eloquently according to his train of thought, turned around, only to be stunned to see
half of Christia's leather armor removed, revealing a large expanse of her snow-white, translucent breasts. He immediately became parched and
stammered.
"A parting gift for the teacher..."
Christia said with a smile, her expression natural. She reached out and pressed the last button, and with a
click, the entire leather armor came off, tossing it to the ground. Her flawless, naked body was exposed
to Drizzt.
"A...a gift?...Oh! No, I didn't mean it..."
Staring blankly at Christia's incredibly alluring curves, Drizzt felt dizzy.
It wasn't until she walked up to him and gently wrapped her arms around his neck that he reacted. He frantically reached out to block her,
but accidentally grabbed her soft yet firm breasts. He immediately blushed and became incoherent.
"Actually... Teacher often secretly watches too..."
Nestled close to Trist's ear, Christia's breath was sweet, her eyes half-closed, her lips slightly pursed,
exuding a breathtaking allure. "Three years ago, you saw me in the hot springs of the palace, and then
fell off the wall and were discovered by the guards. The one who escaped in the end was probably you, Teacher..."
"Ah!..."
Trist felt as if all the blood in his body had rushed to his face, his skin turning purplish-black,
speechless. "How did you know?... " Christia smiled slightly, not answering, but instead tiptoed 　　and kissed
Trist with her soft, moist lips . 　　 All he could touch was Christia's flawless, silk-smooth skin, her 　　nimble tongue playfully probing inside. Drizzt's blood boiled, his last shred of reason 　　crumbling. He grabbed Christia's soft, boneless body, lowered his head, and kissed her fiercely 　　. 　　 With a tearing sound, his black robe, along with the clothes underneath, was ripped off. He stood naked 　　before Christia, his lean yet muscular body bulging with strong muscles, exuding a 　　ruthless aura. 　　 "Teacher's lower body is truly extraordinary..." 　　 Looking at his erect, enormous penis, Christia smiled, knelt down, and took the tip of the shaft into her mouth 　　, then began to suckle skillfully. 　　 "Tsk—where did you learn all this?... " 　　 With his penis being licked and manipulated in her warm, moist mouth, Drizzt felt a wave of weakness wash over him, and he couldn't help but 　　gasp. "How could you, as a princess, possibly have the opportunity to do such a thing?... " 　　 Christia, still with his penis in her mouth, didn't reply, but her blinking eyes revealed a " 　　guess what" expression. Drizzt was about to say something more when he was suddenly interrupted by something strange— 　　Christia's soft tongue was gently sweeping around the tip of his penis, occasionally sticking out the tip of her tongue, trying to...

The insertion into the opening sent a shiver down Drizzt's spine. Unable
to resist the teasing any longer, Drizzt reached out and forcefully pressed Christia's head
down. Despite the forceful pressure, Christia showed no discomfort; instead, she
swallowed the penis whole, the thick shaft slid down her throat, instantly turning her delicate face bright red.
Seemingly still unsatisfied, Christia grabbed Drizzt's waist and pulled hard, pushing the penis fully
inside, deep into his esophagus, and then began to stroke him back and forth. Each thrust
was complete, until her soft lips pressed tightly against Drizzt's testicles, soon his penis was covered in
glistening saliva, sparkling in the sunset.
"Ha..."
Seeing Christy's incredible tolerance, Drizzt was relieved and no longer hesitated. He opened
his hand, grabbed Christy's head, and pinned it down, preventing her from moving. At the same time, he thrust his hips forward and
began actively pumping in and out of her mouth.
"Truly... an unparalleled pleasure..."
Drizzt's thrusts were fierce and fast, each one forcefully penetrating to the very end. His hard penis felt
the tightness and strange warmth of her esophagus, and he soon felt he was about to lose control. After a while, a tingling pleasure
spread throughout his body. Drizzt shuddered violently and stopped, a large amount of semen gushing out, every drop shooting
deep into Christy's throat, slowly flowing down her esophagus into her stomach.
"Mmm..."
Kristycia gently stroked her full stomach with her fingertips, licking her lips.
A blush rose on her stunningly beautiful face as she said, still wanting more, "Teacher's semen is quite plentiful
..."
This sexy action immediately stirred a new storm in Drizzt's eyes.
Kicking aside the chair beside him, Drizzt pulled Kristycia over and threw her face down on the grass
. Spreading her long, slender legs, he used his fingers to pry open her wet, pink labia, and suddenly
thrust his other hand in forcefully.
"Ah—"
Suddenly stimulated like this, Kristycia jerked her head back and cried out softly, turning her head to say,
"Teacher, you're so rough... I can't take it anymore..." However, her seductive expression and soft
tone clearly encouraged Drizzt to be even rougher!
The narrow vagina was forcefully widened by Drizzt's large hand, which tightly enveloped his palm. However,
with each powerful thrust, the elastic, soft walls of flesh always managed to accommodate more of it. Soon,
Drizzt had inserted his entire hand, up to his wrist, his fingertips reaching the soft cervix, even
able to feel the contractions and tremors emanating from the deepest part.
"Ah...ah...it feels so good...Teacher, harder..."
Christia's body swayed back and forth with each thrust, her two round, full breasts
bouncing with each movement, looking incredibly alluring. Drizzt reached out with his other hand, grabbed one of her breasts,
and squeezed it hard, as if grasping a soft ball of water. His five fingers immediately sank deep inside. The fair,
elastic breast deformed violently in his hand until it completely covered his pierced fingers.
"Hehe...Little girl, are you excited?"
Feeling the nipple in his palm hardening rapidly, Drizzt increased the pressure of his kneading, while his other hand thrust
more violently. With the secretion of vaginal fluid, each thrust made a muffled "plop" sound
. "Don't rush...I'll make it even more exciting in a bit."
As he spoke, Drizzt withdrew one hand, aimed his now erect penis at Christia
's anus, pried it open with his fingers, and thrust it in forcefully.
"Ah—there...it's burning...so exciting..."
Although it only penetrated halfway, due to the lack of lubrication, the thrusting penis pulled against the intestinal wall
, scraping her rectum roughly. The intense stimulation caused Christia to throw her head back,
panting heavily, "Again!... Ha... I want it... even more exciting..."
Drizzt thrust forward forcefully, plunging his thick penis all the way in, then began to pump rapidly
. The hand moving inside her vagina intensified its movements, and several times, at the peak, his fingers even playfully
flicked her neck, each time causing Christia's body to tremble.
"Ah... Ah... Teacher... Let me climax..."
"Hey!"
Christia's vagina spasmed violently, gripping Drizzt's hand tightly, almost to the
point of being unable to pull it out. Through the thin barrier, Drizzt's penis was stimulated to the point of no return, another
wave of tingling sensation spreading throughout his body. Sensing he was about to ejaculate, Drizzt suddenly flipped his hand over, grabbing
his penis through the vaginal and rectal walls, and began to violently stroke it. 　　 "
Ah 　　...　　　　 "Phew...that was so much fun..." 　　 Lying on the ground like a dog, Christia rested for a long time before coming to her senses. Turning her head to look at 　　Drizzt, who was sitting on the ground with a smug look on his face, she wore a sweet smile that could charm anyone. "Teacher—" 　　 Hearing that alluring voice, Drizzt felt a surge of desire again, but his body was already 　　too weak. He could only wave his hand and shake his head, saying, "I can't...I need to rest..." 　　 Pouting slightly in dissatisfaction, Christia rolled her captivating eyes again. After a moment, as if 　　she had thought of something, she suddenly smiled happily and said to Drizzt, "Teacher, 　　isn't there a basement below your bedroom? There seem to be some strange toys in there. Let's go try them out 　　!"

"Who...who told you that?" Like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, Drizzt jumped up.
"I saw it when I went in."
"Impossible! I put a spell on the basement, you couldn't possibly get in!"
"I can't get in myself."
Christia's eyes crinkled with laughter, like two rising crescent moons. "But last time
, when you weren't here, a black leopard took me in for a bit, and I saw everything—
oh—it seems to be the same leopard that appeared next to you, Teacher."
Drizzt clenched his fists tightly and took a deep breath: "That guy, Guan Haifa!..."
(The following text appears to be unrelated and possibly from a different source: "The Fallen Princess II, Chapter 2.
This chapter has no explicit content.
Author: fairlycold
. 'Hmm...what an unforgettable night...'
The morning sun shone into the bedroom, and the crisp chirping of birds from the flowerbeds drifted in from outside. It was already a new day,
morning.") With a satisfied expression, Christia slowly opened her eyes and sat up in bed.
Recalling yesterday's events, a smile involuntarily appeared on Christia's face. "I really couldn't tell
, the usually dignified teacher..."
Her gaze fell on the small table beside the bed, where a note lay, with a
longsword wrapped in a black scabbard on top.
"Just as I expected, it sneaked away early this morning."
As if she had anticipated this, Christia pouted unhappily and picked up the note to read it.
"To Christy: Your master is leaving.
The road ahead is perilous, and the consequences are unpredictable. If fate allows, we shall meet again someday.
This sword is named Ice Death, one of my two swords, an important treasure of the Dark Elf race. I bestow it
upon you for your use; I hope you will treat it well.
Sincerely, Tristana."
"Hmph, what a foolish teacher! Although he forbids me from coming, now that I know the destination, surely I
can sneak off?"
Thinking this, Christy picked up the longsword, stroking its somewhat worn scabbard. She reached for
the hilt, and with a gentle pull, a clear, flowing light shot out with a clang
. The sharp blade emanated a chilling aura that rushed towards her. Gazing at her beautiful face reflected in the smooth, mirror-like spine of the sword, Christia
softly murmured, "Anyway, it's much better than being cooped up in this suffocating palace... The outside
world, here I come!"
Three hours later, deep within a magnificent castle in the heart of Azgrat, a loud
shout suddenly rang out: "What? Christia ran away?"
An elderly man with a slightly graying beard rose from his throne, his bloated body trembling with shock
. His eyes, squeezed into thin slits by his fat, stared at the kneeling, sweating captain of the guard before him
, and he roared, "Speak! What happened?"
"Yes. Your subordinate received a report that Her Highness Christia suddenly disappeared from her estate in the suburbs, leaving only
a note. It's estimated she's been gone for more than two hours—this is Her Highness's message..." As
he spoke, the captain of the guard handed over the note.
The old man took the note, glanced at it quickly, and saw a hastily written sentence: "I've gone on an adventure,
please don't worry." There was no name left, but the handwriting was indeed Christia's
.
"An adventure?!"
The old man tore the note to shreds, his eyes wide, and roared, "I knew I shouldn't
have let her associate with those scoundrels! As a princess, she has no self-respect, always
hanging out with a bunch of dubious characters, and now she's been bewitched and gotten herself into trouble! ...Sigh, that girl...she's always causing trouble!
She's never given me a moment's peace!"
After venting his anger, the old man plopped back down on his throne, panting heavily, and loosened
the tie at his collar. Turning to the side, he asked, "Master Yenogu, Christia shouldn't have gone too far.
Can your magical eye find any trace of her?"
Initially... Without a word, a middle-aged man in a gray robe, sitting in the corner of the room, turned around and
shook his head at the old man. "Your Majesty, this is precisely what I wanted to report to you—since last night,
the magical elements near Azgrath City have shown obvious anomalies, and they have gradually escalated. Just now, some areas even
showed signs of going out of control. In this environment, most spells cast by ordinary spellcasters will lose
the response of the magic network, so I'm sorry, I'm powerless to help in the current situation."
Although he didn't know much about magic, the old man knew this was a serious situation. His brows furrowed tightly
, and his fingers tapped unconsciously on the armrest. A moment later, something suddenly occurred to the old man, and he was immediately
alarmed: "Lost response... Master Yenogu, that means all the magical defenses in the city
have failed?"
"Your Majesty, magic arrays have their own stored magic power and won't immediately lose their effectiveness. But in the current
situation where they cannot be replenished, stopping operation will likely happen very soon."
"Ah... Master, do you know why this anomaly has occurred?"
"I have searched Azgrat and its surroundings. There have been no obvious battles involving magic
, nor have I found any trace of large-scale spellcasting or magic array operation. As far as I know, there is only one
possibility left..."
Yenogu pondered for a long time before saying solemnly, "An astonishing number of legendary figures, or even higher,
have quietly arrived in Azgrat. The power they possess is too great, causing
the local magic to become disordered."
"What!..."
The old man's face turned deathly pale instantly, and his voice became much softer. "Those inhuman beings
... what are they doing in Philanthropy? What are they planning?" As he spoke, he looked outside in terror,
as if afraid that someone would hear him.
"I'm sorry, I don't know—but in my personal opinion, their target probably
has nothing to do with us."
Yenogu shook his head, a wry smile on his chiseled face. "Given the strength of the Kingdom of Philan, if they
had any ill intentions towards us, one or two legendary figures would be enough; there's no need
to gather such an exaggerated number... In my opinion, something truly shocking is about to
happen within Philan's borders."
"I don't care about big or small matters!"
The old man waved his sleeve and growled in a low voice, clearly dissatisfied. "All I know is that with so many abnormally powerful individuals gathered
together, any one of them could turn Azgrat upside down with a flick of their finger—if anyone
gets carried away and starts a fight, they might be fine, but the entire city of Philanthropy would be annihilated!"
The old man put his hands behind his back, quickly circled the throne twice, stomped his foot, turned around, and
decisively ordered the head guard: "We can't expect this inexplicable chaos to resolve itself... Issue my order: immediately recall
all the infantry regiments stationed outside the city to replace the original defensive formations, maintain a 24/7 watch, and closely
monitor all possible anomalies!"
"Yes, Your Majesty!"
the captain of the guards answered loudly, standing up as he glanced at the enraged old man and asked in a low voice, "Your
Majesty, what about Princess Christia..."
At the mention of Christia, the old man's face immediately contorted with anxiety, his forehead muscles contorting in a
grimace. After gritting his teeth for a long time, he finally sighed, "You personally lead a squad of guards... no, two squads—or three squads, please.
Leave the city immediately and bring her back!"
The main road within Azgrath was wide enough for two carriages to travel side-by-side, but after
several forks and twists and turns several dozen miles outside the city, it had become a winding path, traversing the Moon
Forest and leading to the distant neighboring city of Deepwater.
As dusk fell, a chestnut horse slowly made its way along the path. The traveler, shrouded in a grey cloak with only a small part of his face visible, 　　gazed at the scene
with a weary yet curious expression . 　　 The twilight forest filtered the last rays of the setting sun, casting countless streaks of light onto the golden leaves on the ground. 　　Because this path connected two countries and was frequently used by merchants, the surrounding magical beasts had long been cleared away 　　, leaving the area peaceful and serene. The occasional birdsong only accentuated the tranquility of the forest. 　　 "So beautiful... You can't see such scenery if you don't come out and explore..." 　　 Christia exclaimed for a moment, then turned to look back at the path she had come from. Seeing that there was still no one in the distance, she let 　　out a long sigh of relief and completely relaxed. 　　 "Phew... After a day of rushing around, I'm finally free... Well, I remember my teacher's friend, 　　Bruno. Warhammer is a chieftain of the mountain dwarves. Once we get to Waterdeep, it shouldn't be hard to find out where he lives 　　, and then I'll follow him... That's settled!" 　　 Having decided on her direction, the beautiful girl's face lit up with barely suppressed excitement. She lowered her head to 　　stroke the long mane of her mount, smiling as she asked, "How are you, Linka? Have you rested enough?" 　　 The only reply was a loud snort. 　　 "Hehehe..." 　　 With a silvery laugh, Christia pulled on the reins, her horse galloping off, kicking up a 　　cloud of dust, disappearing from sight in the blink of an eye. 　　 The excited girl didn't notice that in the distant sky, several extremely thin white streaks slowly streaked across the horizon 　　, their destination the distant city of Azgrath behind them. 　　 Meanwhile, hundreds of miles away in Moon City, in the back garden of a magnificent palace, a 　　beautiful woman who appeared to be in her early twenties, wearing a light blue fringed dress, reclined leisurely in a 　　chair. She held a half-empty glass of dark red wine between two fingers, took a small sip, and after a long pause, 　　spoke, "It's quite lively over in Azgrath. Why don't you go and take a look?" 　　 "No, if it's just for entertainment, this is enough," 　　 replied a young man with amber eyes and long, flowing red hair. He 　　was clad in exquisitely crafted armor, its surface shimmering with light, and occasionally a string of tiny golden characters would 　　appear and disappear in an instant. 　　 "What a pity. If you had appeared in Azgrath with your strength, you would definitely be the strongest 　　contender for the stone tablet." 　　 The young man turned around, a hint of mockery on his lips as he looked at the beautiful woman on the recliner. "You... do you really 　　want that stone tablet that much?" 　　 "Why not? Returning to your divine kingdom, regaining the glory of His Majesty A.O. 　　, and forever residing at the pinnacle of the gods—isn't that enough to tempt you?" 　　 The beautiful woman's tone was soft and languid as she gently twirled the wine glass in her hand. Her perfect figure 　　, illuminated by the bright candlelight, exuded unparalleled mature charm and noble temperament. This fatal allure, enough to make most people willing to 　　do anything to fall at her feet, elicited a cold laugh from the young man. He raised his chin and looked at her, saying, 　　"Misra, are you insulting my intelligence? If it were truly that easy, why didn't you go? Why didn't Shar 　　go? Why didn't Yegor and Crannwo go?... Frankly, although I don't know 　　the details of the events in Azgrath, I have no doubt that those gathered there are nothing more than cannon fodder being used." 　　 The wine glass in her hand stopped swirling. The beautiful woman glanced at the young man before her with some surprise, considered 　　for a moment, and then said, "You've only guessed half right, Hyronis." 　　 As she spoke, Misra put down her wine glass, stretched out her bare white feet, and gracefully 　　walked towards Hyronis on the thick cashmere carpet. "Return is the highest desire of the gods, and even 　　we are no exception. But why do we all choose to stand by instead of taking action ourselves... 　　The reason behind this is definitely not what you imagine." 　　 "Oh? Am I honored to know all this?"

Looking at Misra standing before him, Hyronis reached out and stroked her fair, delicate face
, his bright eyes admiring her as if she were a perfect work of art. As he spoke, he lifted her shapely
chin with his fingers, "I'm always curious about the truth hidden behind all mysteries..."
"You... really want to know? Aren't you afraid of regretting it?"
Misra blocked Hyronis's approaching lips with her fingers, a teasing smile that only
made her seem more alluring and seductive. "Perhaps the price of knowing the truth is something you can't bear?"
"Hehehehe... We've already lost our eternal divine kingdom, forcibly stripped of our divine authority, what else
can't we bear?"
As he spoke, Hyronis grasped Misra's fingers, gently sucking on her fingertips.
This unrestrained action quickly elicited a response from Misra; her delicate fingertips slid smoothly and skillfully in his mouth,
teasing him. Soon, Hyronis felt a burning desire ignite in his lower abdomen.
"I think we should discuss this more deeply."
Before the words were finished, Hyronis reached out and grabbed Misra's shoulders, shoving her onto the carpet. With a tearing
sound, he ripped open her gorgeous dress, revealing her curvaceous, flawless, and alluring body. He then
pounced on her fiercely.
"Ha..."
Misra hooked her arms around Hyronis's neck, letting her high breasts be forcefully grasped by large, gloved hands
. The cold metal fingers sank deep inside, her soft, elastic breasts swelling and
bulging out from between his fingers, trembling slightly with the rise and fall of her body. Seeing the growing desire in Hyronis's eyes,
a flush of intoxication rose on Misra's face. She smiled and said, "What are you waiting for?... "
With a boom, a bright blue flame rose around Hyronis, then quickly extinguished
. His armor vanished along with the flames, revealing a sculpted, muscular, and beautifully sculpted
male body. He bent down, his engorged member thrusting forward, then began a frenzied, rapid series of pumping motions.
A captivating moan escaped his lips as the last rays of the setting sun sank into the deep night.
Late at night, the clanging of armor echoed through the main streets of Azgrath, as a long patrol
marched slowly along the roadside, their spears held high overhead, neatly pointed to the sky,
forming a straight forest of spears from afar.
Two figures stood brazenly on the street, watching the patrolling soldiers brush past them. The curfew
patrol, however, ignored them completely, walking past as if they didn't exist.
Watching the departing procession, a middle-aged man in half-leather armor commented with interest, "
There are suddenly so many more soldiers in the city. It seems the people here have noticed something too."
"All magic below level ten is ineffective; it's no wonder they noticed something was wrong."
Beside him, an elderly man in a black mage's robe, with snow-white hair and a gaunt face, looked up at the star-studded
night sky and sighed softly, his face filled with a somber expression. "I wonder how many have come..."
"What's there to be afraid of? We've already made arrangements with Larisian and the others; whoever finds it first gets it. Besides...
"
The middle-aged man seemed completely unconcerned, brandishing his short axe and dismissing his companion's discussion.
"Even if a fight breaks out, humph, with Lord Bokab here, do you think we'd be afraid of them?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the entire earth trembled violently.
"What's going on?"
Caught off guard, the middle-aged man staggered forward, his face paling instantly.
He raised his short axe high, his eyes wide as he stared around, then cried out in alarm, "Such a powerful energy fluctuation! Who is casting magic?"
In a distant corner of the city outskirts, a massive ball of flame rose into the sky, the shockwave of the explosion rapidly spreading,
shattering everything in its path—houses, trees, even city walls—into dust. From afar, the ground
tremors, like a raging tsunami, rippled outwards in concentric circles, instantly engulfing them
.
Only then did the deafening explosion reach their ears.
"Someone has cast a Grand Prayer!"
The shockwave swept through, leaving the area around them in ruins. The elderly mage
stared gravely into the distance, his golden light flashing and disappearing. Sensing the battle aura in the air, his expression suddenly
changed. "It's Tempas and the others. They seem to be in danger."
"Why say so much? Let's go! My fighting spirit is about to boil!"
As they spoke, the two quickly rose into the air, heading towards the direction of the explosion, when a mysterious incantation
suddenly rang out beside them.
"Who is it?"
The two abruptly stopped, their eyes scanning their surroundings with heightened vigilance. Under the scan of their divine fire,
everything around them was clearly visible. On the ruins across the street not far away, an almost completely transparent figure
faced them, rapidly making hand gestures in front of its chest while muttering something to itself.
"You despicable attacker, who are you really?"
With a thunderous roar, a thick bolt of lightning descended from the sky, landing in the middle-aged man's hand.
The axe, originally less than half a meter long, instantly transformed into a gigantic battle axe over seven meters long. Its bright golden surface was covered with black magical
runes, and the axe handle, thicker than a man, was firmly gripped in the man's hand. With a sweeping motion,
a crescent-shaped beam of light burst forth from the axe blade, whistling towards the figure.
At the same time, the whispering stopped. The almost transparent figure pointed in this direction, and a large,
eerie, blood-like mist suddenly appeared in the air. Two pale bone spears emerged from the mist, instantly shattering
the oncoming axe beam, and then stabbed down with overwhelming force, their sharp blades tearing through the air
with a series of piercing whistling sounds.
"The evil magic of the Endless Abyss! You are—"
The old mage's words, filled with anger and panic, were cut short as he and the middle-aged man were pierced by bone spears.
The bone spears pierced through their bodies, igniting a strange, emerald-green flame. In the blink of an eye, both bodies were
charred black and crumbled into fragments that scattered in the air.
Having annihilated two enemies with a mere flick of the wrist, the transparent figure did not immediately depart. It stood silently for a moment,
then looked up at the sky. In the brilliant night sky, dozens of fiery meteors, trailing long fiery tails,
were falling towards the city of Azgrath.
"A turbulent era..."
the figure muttered, shaking its head, before gradually disappearing into the air without a trace.
...
Endless darkness, revealing the deepest recesses of memory fragments, seemed to stretch to the very end of the world.
The crumbling earth trembled, giant rocks flew into the sky, and countless streams of lava erupted from the ground,
stained crimson by the light of punishment, flowing and surging along the sloping surface.
"Do you believe in fate?... "
A cold, ethereal voice slowly echoed, then hesitated, denying its own question. "Never mind,
it's come to this, what difference does it make whether I believe or not..."
Facing the blinding light, a figure stood atop a high mountain, gazing up at the bizarre, deep sky,
letting out a long sigh. "Truly worthy of being the highest power in the entire Crystal Wall System, our end has come
..."
The boiling lava around them illuminated the frail figure, and copious amounts of blood gushed from its tattered armor
. The figure seemed oblivious, staring motionlessly at the increasingly dazzling
white dot in the sky.
The white light spread from a small point on the horizon, filling the entire sky—countless
angels with wings on their backs, wielding weapons! As a clear, holy song poured down from the sky, the earth trembled more and more violently
. The entire surface crumbled into countless fragments, leaving only an endless ocean of lava
roaring in the scorching winds, sweeping away everything in its path.
"Hmph!"
Without the slightest hesitation, the figure rose from the ground, transforming into a dazzling meteor, soaring higher and higher,
crashing into the center where the white light was most concentrated. In an instant, it was as if the most brilliant fireworks had burst forth.
A bright pink halo filled the sky, and even the angels rushing forward like an endless river were stopped. The entire
world froze in that moment, and then quickly faded away...
A heart-wrenching sorrow awakened Christia from her sleep. She threw off the thin blanket wrapped around her and
sat up, panting.
"It hurts... What's going on?"
Clutching her still-frightening chest, Christia stared blankly at the embers of the extinguished fire for a moment. Suddenly,
a thought struck her. She turned her head and saw a blaze of light shooting into the distant sky, instantly illuminating her pale face.
"Azgrat..."
Christia stared blankly at the flames that had dyed half the sky red, then jumped up, frantically grabbing her weapon, untying the reins, and mounting her horse 　　 .
The clever Linka, without waiting for a prompting, let out a long
neigh and galloped off in the direction they had come from.

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