Chapter 273
If we show weakness, others will know that the Arcadia Empire is now vulnerable, so what's the point of reconciliation?
It's important to understand that the Northern Continent is currently united, but if Augustus and the Northern Federation attack together, things will get complicated.
Of course, even with the loss of 100,000 troops, the Arcadia Empire, while lacking in offensive capabilities, still had no problem in defense.
The key lies with Kachina; she needs to devise a foolproof plan to rescue Kachina.
As long as Kachina is in Wilder's hands, she can't do anything.
Unfortunately, even with her empathy, she couldn't fully know Kachina's situation unless they were in a state of power synchronization, in which case her power would be transferred to Kachina, allowing them to communicate without barriers.
But now that Kachina's Magic Power is sealed, her power can't be transmitted at all.
"Phew! We can't rush things. They won't dare do anything to Kachina for now. Even if we want to reconcile, we can't show too much weakness, otherwise it will only strengthen the alliance between Augustus and the Northern Federation, and the two countries might even want to annex Arcadia..."
Kachia was extremely annoyed. What on earth had happened? How could Kachina have been captured so easily? And what about that Chosen of the Earth God? Was he completely useless? Damn it, they were all useless!
Achoo!
Wilder's Army.
Ryan sneezed while lying on the bed.
"What's going on? Is someone missing me? Is it the Grand Duke?"
He stared at the game interface, his thoughts drifting.
The game was currently on the 'Shally' character screen. After confirming that everything was going smoothly during the voyage, he relaxed and closed the game.
At that moment, Elvian walked in.
"What do we do next? Keeping that Empress imprisoned indefinitely isn't a solution. If we really kill her, Kachia will go mad, and the Arcadia Empire will attack us at all costs."
Although she had killed 100,000 people, Elvian knew that Arcadia still had a considerable number of troops.
Most importantly, rifle production was always ongoing, and the firepower of lancers was unmatched by ordinary armies.
"Don't worry, she's probably thinking about how to save people right now. She's definitely more anxious than we are, so what's there to be afraid of?" Ryan chuckled.
He's waiting for 'Shally' to arrive in Arcadia. What is Kachia waiting for?
He knew all too well that if he wanted to save people but didn't want to back down, Arcadia would inevitably suffer huge losses and be severely weakened. At that point, it would be hard to say whether they could even maintain their rule over the Eastern Continent, let alone attack the Northern Continent.
They didn't want to back down, but they also wanted to save lives—how could they not be anxious?
Anyway, Ryan isn't in a hurry.
Only when the Holy Blood Army breaks through and leaves a hundred holes in Arcadia will it be a true time for reconciliation.
Ryan didn't intend to destroy Arcadia directly. After all, establishing a dynasty is much more difficult than destroying one. His goal was to control Arcadia secretly. Even if Arcadia was hostile to Augustus and the Northern Federation, it didn't matter, as long as they listened to him.
To achieve this goal, the only option is to target the Twin Empresses.
"Directly approaching Kachia will definitely not lead to compromise, but they share a sympathetic connection. If we keep persuading Kachina and corrupting her, can Kachia maintain her composure?"
Ryan touched the Mark of Desire on his right hand. After resting for two days and drinking the nourishing soup cooked by 'Ina', his body had fully recovered.
Next, it's time to start his little head plan.
But before that...
He looked up at Elvian, a smirk playing on his lips. "Queen, you were quite arrogant before, weren't you? You even wanted to castrate me?"
Elvian's expression changed slightly.
"What you up to?"
"Come here, bend over properly, or we'll destroy Wilderness."
"Ryan, you bastard!!!"
Beep beep beep beep beep~~ The twins' storyline... Kachina is a bit of a pushover, but this is just the beginning. Kachia is the main focus, heh~
Chapter 164 The Grand Duke's Death Legion! Ryan: Grand Duke, I've lost my chastity!
Just as Ryan was sacrificing himself for his country.
In the distant Western Territory, on the Affetus Great Plains.
An incredible war is breaking out at this moment.
Even Haino, an academy teacher who never paid attention to war, knew that the Western Barbarian Army was at its most valiant after winter. In all the years that the Augustus Empire had fought against the Western Barbarians, even if they were to launch an attack, they would avoid doing so during the winter.
So when she first heard that Magana wanted to resolve the Western Barbarian problem in winter, she was quite surprised. She even discussed the feasibility with Caslathdi and subtly mentioned it when Empress Vainay to have afternoon tea.
After all, the Empire is currently responsible for providing supplies for the war Western Territory Iron Blood Legion and the Great Plains, which is no small sum. Furthermore, Augustus has not been developing well in recent years, so the entire Empire is currently under considerable pressure.
If they win, that's fine, but if they lose and are invaded by the Western Barbarian Army, that would be a real problem.
However, Empress Vainay only said, "I think Minister Ryan's suggestion is feasible."
"Empress Vainay probably didn't expect that Magana would take this opportunity to completely change the Iron Blood Legion." Haino thought to himself, watching the battle on the distant grasslands.
Blood, death, and wreckage everywhere!
Crimson blood had stained the earth, turning the vast, yellow grasslands into a sea of blood and a mountain of corpses. The bodies lying on the ground were not only those of the Western Barbarian Army, but also those of a large number of the Iron Blood Legion.
In terms of raw power, the Iron Blood Legion is stronger than the Western Barbarian Army.
However, the 'seasonal buff' of the Western Barbarians in winter is not to be underestimated. These starving guys fight the Iron Blood Army like wild beasts, using any part of their bodies as a weapon.
Their hero, the female hero 'Igula' from one of the three major tribes of the Western Barbarians, possesses a terrifying Race God's blessing. Not only is she Seventh Tier Transcendent, but her professional abilities also bring a huge boost to the combat power of the entire Western Barbarian Army.
Haino once studied the concept of Race God and found that although these gods are not as powerful as the ten well-known gods, their faith is often purer, and the races that can give birth to Race God are generally much stronger than other races as a whole, with excellent will, cohesion, and supernatural power.
However, the Race God of the Western Barbarians has been dead for a long time, which is why the Western Barbarian forces have been scattered for many years and have mostly fought on their own.
The appearance of Igula became the key to the overall planning of the Western Barbarian Army. At present, this army, led by the three major tribes and composed of various tribes of all sizes, has shown a fighting power that has amazed even Haino in the battle against the Iron Blood Legion.
Haino had thought that Magana would temporarily avoid a direct confrontation, retreating before seeking a strategy to defeat the enemy. However, Magana had no such intention at all; her strategy was simply to attack! To attack relentlessly!
Even when Haino tried to make a move, he was stopped by Magana.
At first, Haino didn't know the reason and thought it was because Magana was still angry about losing Ryan and wouldn't let her help. This kind of thing would be impossible for others, but it was entirely possible for Magana.
The Grand Duke is simply unhappy, and he simply doesn't want to!
But as the war continued, Haino soon realized what Magana was up to.
Death, death spread across the battlefield along with the blood.
On the blood-stained earth, a vast array of patterns, woven from crimson and black, was faintly visible—a ritual performed with blood and death as sacrifices... Magana was conducting the ritual!!
"My God, what is Magana planning to do with such a large-scale array ritual?" Haino couldn't help but exclaim in amazement.
Boom!!!
In the sky, two forces collided violently, and the collision of death and fiery Magic Power created two visible dividing lines in the air.
The Death Chosen vs. The Race God Chosen!
Magana unfurled black wings behind her and wielded a long-handled scythe intertwined with black and red magic runes. Her opponent was Igula, a 'dwarf' with ancient yellow skin, brown hair tied in a single ponytail, and a height almost the same as Magana's.
Igula wore the Tiger Claw, a Sacred Object of the Western Barbarians, which burst forth with scorching flames with each powerful punch, as if each blow could shatter mountains.
"Magana, what are you doing?!"
Sensing the situation on the battlefield, Igula questioned loudly.
Currently, the Western Barbarian Army and the Iron Blood Army are evenly matched. Although the Iron Blood Army has stronger combat capabilities, the Western Barbarian Army has a larger number of troops this time, totaling 130,000, and they are the elite troops from various tribes.
Because the Iron Blood Army had been blockading the Western Territory, the Western Barbarians weren't stupid; they knew that Magana was trying to starve them and make them kill each other.
Therefore, under the name of the Race God Chosen Igula, all the tribes are going to fight this battle. All the Western Barbarian warriors are also full of energy, and they are indifferent to life and death. If you are not convinced, then fight!
But Igula keenly sensed that the power of Path of Death was enveloping the battlefield, and a terrifying force was descending!
Only Magana could do that.
You are offering a sacrifice!
"Hmph~ Not exactly stupid, but even if you knew, it wouldn't matter." Magana, scythe in one hand and hands on her hips, declared arrogantly, "From this day forward, the Iron Blood Legion will be invincible!"
"She's clearly a shorty who won't grow any taller, yet she talks such big words. Only our Western Barbarian Army is invincible!" Igula didn't care what Magana was up to, but it was definitely not a good thing. So there was only one way to break the status quo: defeat Magana.
Roar!
Her fists collided, and the scorching Magic Power transformed into flames, forming a huge phantom behind her—a colossal beast resembling a fierce tiger, raising its head and letting out a deafening roar.
With the support of the white tiger phantom, Igula's aura reached its peak.
Magana didn't speak, but the veins bulging on her forehead proved she was furious. What others say is one thing, but what right does Igula have to talk to me like that? I, the Grand Duke, am taller than you even with my shoes on!
Magana didn't summon any giant beasts, but she spread her wings and released an aura of death, making her seem like a dark angel from ancient times.
The angel and the white tiger collided in the sky, both using almost their most powerful techniques. The terrifying shockwaves descended vertically, shattering the earth and sweeping the mountains and forests into the sea of Magic Power, turning them into dust.
Meanwhile, on the outskirts of the two battlefields, the four Iron Blood Legion led by Macaos and others were still fighting desperately.
"For the Grand Duke! Kill!!!" Everson, wielding a giant hammer, was bathed in fiery Magic Power, his eyes bloodshot like a wild beast. As the hammer slammed down, the Western Barbarian's warhorse was instantly shattered into a cloud of blood and foam by the immense force.
The power of the death ritual enveloped him. Everson was not a Path of Death Supernatural Being, but he was still affected by this power. This was because the main body of the death ritual was Magana. Considering the impact on other non-Death Path Supernatural Being, she used herself as a medium to alleviate the damage caused by the power released directly from the Path of Death.
This is similar to what 'Shally' did, both relying on themselves to directly bear the impact of the power of Faith Path. The difference is that 'Shally,' as the chosen one favored by the Blood God, suffered far less harm than Magana.
Madness, babbling, erosion... countless cacophony arose from the Faith Path, accompanied by the release of the power of the death ritual. All the warriors of the Iron Blood Army seemed to see behind Magana, countless dead souls forming a pitch-black hand, attempting to drag Magana into an unfathomable abyss.
They could feel the power of Faith Path strengthening them, especially the non- Supernatural Being Predator warriors, who could clearly feel the changes in their bodies.
But this change came at the cost of the Grand Duke enduring unimaginable suffering!
What God of Death? They need no faith! Their faith is forever in the majestic Grand Duke Magana!!!
Where the Grand Duke's sword points, the Iron Blood Army charges!
"Die!!" Everson charged forward like a giant, leading the Skullcrusher Legion in an attempt to break through the Western Barbarian Army's formation.
"Kill him! That guy is the commander of the Iron Blood Army!!"
A Western Barbarians officer roared.
"I'll do it!"
A burly man flew out from the crowd, wielding a long black staff, clearly a relic. His strength was at the Sixth Tier, one rank higher than Everson's!
Boom!
The long stick landed, the impact tearing the ground apart along its path before exploding in front of Everson.
Instead of retreating, Everson advanced, his body engulfed in flames of interwoven gold and black, ignoring the immense damage caused by the tearing Magic Power, and his hammer slammed out like a meteor!
The immense, monstrous strength repelled the Western Barbarian's Supernatural Being, whose face showed utter astonishment. Sixth Tier cultivator against a fifth-tier cultivator, and he couldn't win in a contest of power?
"Come, let's fight!"
Everson gave him no chance, attacking relentlessly with his two iron hammers. He relied heavily on power, not technique, and his strength grew with each blow. Gradually, his opponent could no longer even defend himself. Finally, when the long staff in his hand was knocked away, the Western Barbarian Supernatural Being was also sent flying hundreds of meters away!
If Jonathan were here, he would leisurely light a cigarette, completely unsurprised by what he was seeing.
Because Everson's profession is Son of the Sun, and Son of the Sun has a skill that unleashes explosive potential: burning, fierce attacks, and layers of power stacked up. Either the opponent can't withstand it first, or I can't withstand it first. In short, as long as this ability is used, someone will always fall.
If he encounters a highly agile and exceptional professional player who doesn't choose to confront Everson head-on, then he's completely helpless; he'll just explode without the opponent even needing to attack.
But Everson didn't explode. If Old Joe had seen this, he would have been just as surprised, perhaps even dropping his cigarette, and exclaiming, "This kid is truly a genius to be the Son of the Sun!"
Even within the game, among so many hidden classes, the Son of the Sun is a decent one. If there are no hidden paths to follow, choosing the Son of the Sun is definitely the right choice.
Therefore, in terms of potential, the Son of the Sun class is considered quite powerful.
At this moment, the mighty Everson pressed his advantage. He had no other thoughts but only one in his mind—to fight alongside the Grand Duke!
"It's about to happen..."
Haino, who had been watching all this, murmured softly.
Looking down vertically from the sky, a pair of black wings quietly unfurled within the massive ritual formation.
Their wings are either blood-red or black as an abyss; they are the blood of war and the soul of death.
As soon as the pattern was formed, the bodies and souls of all the Iron Blood Army soldiers were elevated. A will that enveloped the entire legion emerged in the sea of souls of all the soldiers, followed by Magana's voice.
"I am Magana, chosen by the God of Death. With my blood, with my body, with my soul, with my name, I proclaim the will of death! O Hera, ruler of the Styx, cast your gaze upon us, and etch the invincible mark upon the iron-blooded spirit of our army!"
As the sacrificial words fell, black mist suddenly enveloped the earth. From the rising mist on the horizon, the sound of a surging river could be faintly heard. The Styx submerged the land, and boats carrying the songs of death arrived, drawing countless souls to fly into the boats of death.