Chaotic "Terra"

As the black mist surged and the three lords departed, Nimrod spread his Spirituality, and after confirming that Dementyeva was alone, he pulled her into the "Nation of Disorder."

"My lord," Dementyeva, the "Demoness of Pleasure," bowed and reported, "My lord, I have become the lover of Ilias, the patriarch of the Puvier family, who controls the Administratum. He is now under my control."

"At yesterday's social banquet, Maria presented the statue that You commanded to Lenormand."

This move greatly displeased Admiral Raspadori of the Kostis Family.

Nimrod nodded slightly. That "Spirit Sculpture" was different from the other statues. He made it with Double-Number Black Gold pieces, which could carry more Spirituality in the real world.

"Execute the plan at 11:11 PM tomorrow night."

"Follow Your will."

The next day, at 11 p. m.

Civitas, a western city of the High City Terra.

Wearing a backless long dress, the "Witch" with jewel-like green eyes skillfully "instigated" the defense officers.

"Giuliano, don't hesitate."

Her long, slender, fair fingers traced across the man's chest.

"Ilias is in charge of the Administrative Court; with his permission, what are you afraid of?"

"Besides, I'll help you."

"Kill Julian, who used his power to force you to buy your shop at a low price."

The "Witch" turned slightly to the side, and black flames rose from her left hand.

"I'll help you kill him, and then all of Civitas will be yours."

Giuliano glanced at the beauty in his arms and suddenly pulled her into his embrace.

"You're mine too."

The "Witch" laughed; she saw fire and Catastrophe.

11:11 AM.

The "Witch" raised her right hand and wiped it across her face, instantly making her features blurry and indistinct.

At the same time, the "Witch" chanted Dunnish's incantation and sprinkled a handful of shimmering powder on herself.

The "Witch's " figure began to disappear little by little from Giuliano's sight.

The "invisible" "Witch" moved nimbly past the guards.

In a flash, he arrived at Julian's bedroom and glanced at the two guards standing in front of the door.

The seasoned "assassin" slipped into the shadows, silently climbed into the room, and came to the bedside.

A flash of cold light, and blood soaked the silk pillow.

At the same moment, Nimrod, within the "Nation of Disorder," spread Spirituality, simultaneously touching forty-nine "Spirit Sculpture" with whom he had established a "connection."

Within the High City, all the sculptures began to move at the same moment.

Inside a building in the east of the city, a smiling nobleman in fine clothes swirled his wine glass, staring intently at the gift presented by the head of the House Kournikova.

The beautiful image of Maria flashed through his mind, and he gazed intently at the statue in front of him, as if Maria were right there.

Suddenly, the statue swung its arms and slammed them down heavily on his head.

Outside the bedroom of the Minister of Communications, Baena.

The guards raised their guns and attacked the resurrected statue.

Snap snap snap...

Pieces of rock fell, but the statue continued to move forward.

"Go to hell!"

The guard threw a grenade, and with a loud explosion, the statue shattered.

Before they could even rejoice, a gentle breeze swept past them.

Spider Silk threads swarmed over them, wrapping around their bodies.

The "assassin," dressed in the Makadon Hunt-Master Suit, leaped down from the wall, wielding his claws to tear the guards to shreds.

Immediately, he rushed through the door and completed the task that the "Spirit Sculpture" had not finished.

Flames erupted within the High City.

The nobles, who had been "incited," launched a surprise attack on the rival families.

The officials, who were "incited," gleefully slaughtered their political enemies.

A calm and collected man was murdered in his home by an "assassin."

Mansions burned fiercely in the flames, igniting months of conflict.

All the major factions went into a frenzy, launching attacks on their rivals and causing further chaos.

Inside the Throne room, the elderly "The Emperor" hastily ascended the "Golden Throne."

"Can anyone tell me what happened?"

The recent power struggles among various families have caused considerable chaos.

But he suppressed his anger; if he dealt with them now, they would immediately rebel.

The dozens of ancient families involved could plunge the entire High City into war.

There are too few stealth Warrior to wipe out so many families at the same time.

"Communications are in complete disarray," an official replied in a panic, facing the Emperor's Thunder wrath. "I cannot reach the Minister of Communications, Lord Baena."

"That useless Baena, Lenormand, what kind of commander-in-chief is he?"

"And Ilias, didn't he tell me that everything was under his control?"

The Emperor questioned him angrily in his office at the Lenormand residence.

A dark figure leaped out from the flashing beam of light.

It swung its fist and smashed it on a guard's head.

As blood stained the filing cabinet, a beam of energy suddenly shot out.

The statue shattered, leaving a deep, rippled crater in the office, as if formed from molten white wax.

Lenormand a sigh of relief; the statue presented by Maria, the clan chief of Kournikova, had suddenly moved.

Its movements were so swift that the guards couldn't keep up at all, and in the blink of an eye, it killed fifteen of his guards.

Lenormand looked to his right; thankfully, he had invisible Warrior protecting him.

The thought had barely formed in his mind when he suddenly saw a heatwave-like ripple on his right, and a woman in a black robe appeared where the air Distortion.

The "Hypnotist" Diana Boleyn's fist slammed into the blurry figure captured by her Spirit Sight.

Boom!

The invisible Warrior, clad in a red cloak, had his head explode and his body lay on the ground.

Lenormand quickly rolled over and aimed his Las-pistol at the assassin.

The "Hypnotist's " eyes flashed, and he was already in front of Lenormand.

She reached out with her left hand, grabbed Lenormand's wrist, and with a slight pull, the Las-pistol fell to the ground.

Lenormand in horror at the blonde woman before him; how could she be so strong?

How did she get in?

Was that strange sculpture just now a cover for her?

The "Hypnotist's " blue eyes flashed, and he sprayed a liquid with his right hand.

The bedroom, once filled with the smoke of battle, is now filled with a sweet fragrance.

Lenormand' tense arms instantly relaxed.

The Hypnotist said in a deep, enigmatic voice, "Sit down and look into my eyes."

The "Hypnotist" released Lenormand and watched him sit down as she had instructed, a smile playing on her lips.

Inside the villa that Ilias had bought for his lover, the "Hypnotist" was patiently and skillfully using "Psychological Suggestion."

Dementyeva, draped in a silk nightgown, glanced disdainfully at Ilias, who was fast asleep on the bed.

Having enjoyed the "Pleasure" and exhausted himself, Ilias fell into a deep sleep.

When he woke up, he found himself powerless in this chaotic night and could only cooperate with the Black Emperor.

Dementyeva felt as if the Spider Silk within her body was melting, realizing that her actions just now had allowed her to better control the power bestowed upon her by the Black Emperor.

The "Demoness of Pleasure's" ears twitched, and she swiftly went to the door.

She opened the door and looked at the subordinate who rushed over.

The subordinate glanced at the "Demoness of Pleasure" whose face was slightly flushed, and then looked away.

"Ms. Dementyeva, a riot has broken out in the city. I must see Lord Ilias immediately."

"Shh..." The "Demoness of Pleasure" placed her fingers between her red lips, and strange, almost invisible threads wrapped around the officials and guards.

They were pulled together, and layers of "Spider Silk" wrapped them up, instantly forming a huge cocoon.

"You're still useful," Dementyeva said softly.

As Dementyeva closed the door, in the Kostis Family mansion, Admiral Raspadori asked Maria in surprise.

"You mean, the fifty-eight warships that suddenly appeared in the star system all belong to the House Kournikova."

Maria, dressed in a long, bright red silk dress, smiled and said softly.

"Of course, they were all summoned by me to help you control those uncooperative subordinates."

"Terra is yours."

Raspadori, dressed in military uniform, said coldly, "I've summoned all those fools."

"No one in the fleet dares to defy me."

"However, with your family's fleet, no one can stop me from becoming the Emperor."

Raspadori looked admiringly at the beautiful woman before him; she was not only beautiful, but her family was also powerful enough.

"Marshal..." The naval officers hurried into the office.

"Fire!"

The admiral's guards unleashed a barrage of bullets at the officers.

When Terra descended into chaos, the first layer of the "Nation of Disorder" First Layer Space.

Above the furnace, Nimrod, carrying the Enslavers, looked down as the Space Ape poured the Helas Volt of Vostonia into the furnace.