The Void Evil God's Corruption (1)

"I hate this woman as much as I hate my mother!"

"My dear Lindbergh, you understand what I mean, don't you?"

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Chapter 136 Void Evil God's Infiltration (1)

Lindbergh's heart skipped a beat. He naturally understood the Crown Prince's meaning: that woman absolutely could not appear in the Imperial City.

This is an attempt to ambush them halfway through their journey.

His Highness the Crown Prince has become more noble, but also more indifferent, more ruthless, and more vicious.

Lindbergh sighed helplessly. The eldest prince had a terrible relationship with his mother since childhood, and no one knew why, but he just hated his mother.

Along with that, they also hated this princess.

Antasia, like the Crown Prince's mother, is a member of the royal family of the Ice Grand Duchy.

The Ice Grand Duchy is located in the northernmost part of the Orwell Empire, a place of extreme cold. The king of the Ice Grand Duchy is Grand Duke Maisfield.

Grand Dukes can establish their own states, or duchies. Of course, the states established by Grand Dukes must be vassal states of the Orwell Empire and must pay a large amount of tribute every year.

This sum of money is a considerable burden for the Ice Grand Duchy, which is covered in Ice Grand Duchy and snow almost all year round, relies entirely on imports of food from the Orwell Empire, and has no particularly valuable local products, which has led to the Ice Grand Duchy's finances being very strained.

However, one good thing is that the Macefield Family produces many outstanding women.

This is also a tradition of the Orwell Empire's royal family. Every emperor is destined to have many wives, but his first wife must be a woman from the Macefield Family, and his first son must also be born to this woman.

Lance was in the same boat. As the almost certain successor to the throne of the Orwell Empire, Lance had to marry a woman from the Macefield Family, namely Princess Antasia.

Although he had only seen the princess through magical images, Lindbergh was certain that she was an exceptional woman. She possessed the pride and nobility of the Macefield Family; she was graceful and poised, with a slender and elegant figure. Coupled with her face, as beautiful as a snow lotus blooming on a towering iceberg, and her skin as white and delicate as snow, he believed that no matter how discerning a man was, he could not find even the slightest flaw in Princess Antasia.

Unfortunately, no matter how outstanding this princess was, she was an obstacle for Lance.

Although, according to Lindbergh's aesthetic standards, Antasia was superior to Rosweisse in both figure and appearance, Lance was obsessed with Saintess Rosweisse as if he were under a spell. He was even willing to give up everything he had if he could gain the Saintess's favor.

Lance used to express pity when he mentioned Antasia, after all, the two had never even met, had no feelings for each other, and were only getting married for the sake of interests.

But now they want to eliminate him outright? When exactly did the eldest prince's heart become so cold?

However, Lindbergh could not understand Lance's decision. After all, once Antasia entered the Imperial City, His Majesty Wadsworth would definitely arrange for the two to marry immediately, which would be terrible for Lance, who was extremely obsessed with Rosweisse and wanted to marry the saintess.

Because when Lance was pursuing Rosweisse, the saint made it clear that she did not like her partner having many women around him.

This is a really bad situation.

Actually, everything would be solved if Prince Lance could just give up on Rosweisse and marry Antasia.

Lindbergh muttered to himself, but he couldn't disobey the Crown Prince's orders. Taking a deep breath, he suppressed the strange thoughts that were rising in his mind. "Your Highness, I have made the arrangements."

"Based on Antasia's route, they will pass through Conrad. Of course... they won't go directly through the Demonic Beast Lair, but will pass through the edge of that area. It's a shorter route there, and the Conrad Demonic Beast Lair isn't very dangerous. There are also troops stationed nearby, so it seems quite safe on the surface."

"I've already arranged for people to prepare a large number of Mana Bombs and plant them in Conrad Demonic Beast Lair. They will be detonated before they get close to that area, creating the illusion that the Magic Creature have been released."

Mana Bombs, simply put, involve continuously pouring Magic Power into a specially treated storage device. When needed, the device is destroyed, and the large amount of Magic Power stored inside is released instantly, causing a powerful explosion with terrifying destructive power. Enough Mana Bombs are enough to destroy Conrad Demonic Beast Lair.

The layers of restrictions set up by the high-ranking mages in the army's Demonic Beast Lair will be broken, and the Magic Creature will swarm out.

"At that time, Princess Antasia's death can be completely faked as being killed by Magic Creature," Lindbergh said quietly.

Although Lindbergh felt very sorry for Princess Antasia's death, she was truly an exceptional woman, and he would have been ecstatic to marry such a beautiful and elegant lady.

Of course, this idea must never be known to the eldest prince.

Lindbergh knew Prince Lance very well. Although the prince was noble and elegant, he was very possessive. He did not like Antasia, but any man who dared to get close to Antasia would definitely be punished by Lance.

Because, in Prince Lance's eyes, Antasia was his fiancée, and therefore his possession, which absolutely could not be touched by anyone else.

Even if Prince Lance banishes Antasia and sends her back to the Ice Grand Duchy in order to win the Saintess's heart, Antasia is destined to live a lonely life, and any man who marries Antasia will be assassinated by Lance.

He may not want it, but no one else can touch it.

Lance wore an elegant and gentle smile. He was very satisfied with Lindbergh's arrangements; he truly deserved to be his most capable subordinate, who had never let him down.

Lindbergh's brow remained furrowed; he felt extremely uneasy.

"Your Highness, is this really appropriate? Won't this offend the Duke of Maisfield...?"

"No, no, no, Lindbergh, there's absolutely no need to worry about that seemingly powerful Grand Duke." Lance shook his head with a smile, "Grand Duke Maisfield would never rebel because of his daughter's death, because they have no power, understand? All the food in the Ice Grand Duchy needs to be imported from the Orwell Empire. If we cut off the food exports, everyone in the Ice Grand Duchy will starve to death in less than a month. A duchy that can be so easily manipulated by the Empire has no right to stand against the Empire."

Lindbergh understood that what Prince Lance said made a lot of sense. The Duchy indeed did not have the resources to confront the Orwell Empire. The two sides were not on the same level at all, and it was as ridiculous as an egg hitting a stone.

However, Lindbergh didn't know why, but deep down he had a very bad feeling, and this strange feeling made him feel deeply depressed.

"Alright, my dear Lindbergh, don't think so much... Look at you, you even have wrinkles on your forehead..." Crown Prince Lance said, brushing his fingertips across Lindbergh's forehead.

"It will break my heart if this continues..."

Hiss...

Lindbergh shuddered as if electrocuted, feeling goosebumps instantly spread across his body. His body, like a spring, sprang backward a full ten feet, his entire body covered in fur, his scalp tingling. Although his relationship with the First Prince had always been good, this action was undeniably far too intimate. He stared at Lance with an extremely eerie gaze, completely unprepared for Prince Lance's sudden and bizarre behavior.

Lance seemed somewhat taken aback by his own violent reaction. His fingers hovered in mid-air for a few seconds before he lowered them, regaining his original dignity and elegance.

It seemed that nothing had changed at all, but as Lindbergh looked at him, he felt something was off. There seemed to be an eerie charm about the Crown Prince. The longer he looked, the more Lindbergh felt his face burning and his heart racing for no reason.

His throat moved involuntarily as he swallowed.

Just then, Lance seemed to sense something suddenly, his pupils contracted sharply, and a few seconds later Lance eyelids drooped. "Lindbergh, I'm a little tired and want to rest."

Lindbergh then realized what was happening and quickly took his leave.

After leaving Prince Lance's palace, the cold night wind whipped against Lindbergh's face, and he shivered violently. Recalling the strange thoughts that had just crossed his mind, a chill ran down his spine. He was a perfectly normal man who only liked beautiful women, not some kind of pervert.

He quickened his pace, preparing to go to the Fairy House to confirm that he was still a normal man.

Just after Lindbergh left, Lance suddenly raised his head inside the palace. His handsome face had become distorted at some point, and he opened his mouth wide, letting out a silent wail.

It felt as if clusters of electric currents were constantly stimulating Lance's body.

His body trembled violently; he was like a madman, tearing at his own body with his bare hands, ripping his magnificent dress into strips, and sharp, knife-like nails began to emerge from the tips of his fingers.

His skin was torn raw and bleeding from his own fingernails.

Right at the torn wound, tiny black scales, the size of grains of rice, were rapidly growing. In the blink of an eye, Lance's entire body was covered with dense black scales, a sight that sent chills down one's spine.

Lance's consciousness has connected with the mysterious Void.

A cacophony of insane, delirious babbling echoed in his ears. His limbs began to writhe unnaturally, in postures no human body could possibly perform, and a strange, gurgling sound emanated from his throat.

Its entire body is covered in fine scales, even its face, ears, nasal cavity, and eyes.

Immediately afterwards, the scales began to fall off its body, covering the ground with a thick layer in a short time.

Beneath the scales, new, delicate skin was revealed.

Lance's facial and physical features sometimes became resolute, as if he were the most noble and valiant man.

At times she becomes gentle, like the most elegant and sexy woman in the world.

Meanwhile, in the palace, Qin Chu, who had just finished his tender moment with Angelica, suddenly sat up in bed with a start.

The Goddess's Hair on my wrist is radiating intense heat!

As if guided by some mysterious force, Qin Chu gazed out the window at the starry sky.

He sensed it; the Evil God in the Void was corrupting this world.

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Chapter 137 What is Rosweisse anyway? (5,000 words)

The starry sky outside the window remained as peaceful as ever.

Two bright moons hung in the night sky, and everything seemed no different from any other day. But Qin Chu had a feeling that a power originating from the Void was permeating the world.

Who, then, is praying to the Void?

The next day.

The matter of Karthus has been completely exposed. Under the deliberate propaganda of the Holy Church, people throughout the Imperial City are talking about Karthus. A member of the once Hero's Party has actually been tainted by the corrupt and dark power, and has gone out of control to kill 3,200 holy Knight guarding the border against Magic Creature.

This incident caused a huge uproar.

The members of the Hero's Party have always followed the Hero and made great contributions in the war against Magic Creature. Under normal circumstances, it would be hard for people to imagine that such a thing could happen to such an outstanding person.

But since this happened to the Death Knight Karthus, everything seems to make sense.

After all, it was common knowledge that this Death Knight was tainted by dark power. He had even killed his own parents, brothers, and sisters because of the invasion of dark power. If he could kill even his own flesh and blood, it would not be surprising at all if he killed some Knight who had no connection with him.

The First-Generation Hero's judgment of character didn't seem to be very good...

The Holy Church and the Empire have formed a joint investigation team to investigate whether Karthus has committed any other crimes. It is said that some have already been uncovered, such as Karthus stealing women's stockings.

Everyone will be invited to attend the public trial after the investigation concludes.

Compared to the killing of Knight by Karthus, people seem more interested in the public trial of Karthus.

After all, Karthus held a high position and was Title Knight with formidable strength; it was not an easy sight to see such a being beheaded.

That must be really exciting.

Angelica walked down the street with Karin, the sounds from their surroundings causing Angelica to frown and shake her head slightly.

She showed no pity for Karthus, after all, this Death Knight had attacked his master twice, and in Angelica's eyes, Karthus deserved to die.

But the reactions of the people around her still made her sigh. In any case, Karthus had made great contributions in the war against the Magic Creature. He was extremely crazy in battle. It was said that Karthus had a special power. He could absorb the energy released when the Magic Creature while killing it, and constantly replenish his own consumption to maintain a very long battle.

While Karthus may not have killed as many Magic Creature as the Grand Sage Athena, he certainly killed far more than the other members.

How many? Tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands?

Who knows?

But now nobody remembers Karthus's past contributions; people are only excited to witness a powerful and high-ranking being publicly executed.

As Violet once said, this world is rotten.

At the time, Angelica felt she might have gone too far, but now it seems the world is truly rotten to the core.

However, none of this concerned her. At this moment, Angelica was just a little maid affectionately called Anjie by her master. All she had to do was serve her master well. Everything else was irrelevant to her, and she didn't care about it at all.

There was a time when Angelica hoped to regain her status as a saint.

But now, the title of saint holds absolutely no appeal for Angelica.

If one becomes a saintess, one must stay in the temple every day, and cannot remain by the master's side, nor help the master bathe or make the bed.

Angelica had to be mindful of the saint's etiquette at all times, and could not curl up in her master's arms like a kitten in her spare time; that was completely unacceptable to her.

Although Angelica sometimes feels lonely when her master leaves, this feeling of waiting for her master's return may not be a bad thing.

"Sister Anjie, what are you laughing at?" Karin noticed Anjie's smile and asked.

Karin didn't sleep well last night; she had dark circles under her eyes.

Unfortunately, although Anjie had prepared a spacious room for her with a soft mattress and blankets, it was simply too extravagant for Karin.

She lay stiffly on the bed, afraid to move an inch, lest she accidentally tear the soft, comfortable fabric. She didn't even dare close her eyes, worried that if she fell asleep and woke up, she would be lying on the cold stone slabs of the street again.

But Karin showed no signs of fatigue whatsoever; she appeared very energetic, and everything before her was a beauty she had never seen before.

She was wearing a little dress that her sister Angelica had just bought for her, along with a pair of very comfortable little boots. This outfit alone cost several hundred Mana, an enormous sum that Karin could not comprehend.

In the morning, she could even taste the milk and bread.

Hearing Karin's timid voice, Angelica smiled gently and patted Karin's head, "It's nothing. Come on, I'll take you to get your hair done."

As she spoke, Angelica took Karin's hand and started walking forward, but before she had taken two steps, Angelica frowned.

Just ahead, she saw two figures... nuns from the Holy Church, Mandy and Philippa, both subordinates of Rosweisse.

When Angelica was still working as a handmaid for Rosweisse, she was often bullied and tortured by the two nuns. Angelica remembered the worst time when Mandy and Philippa tied themselves to a tree with ropes, cut open their abdomens with knives, and let the blood stain their clothes while they clapped and laughed.

Even now, Angelica still has a long, ugly scar on her abdomen. Every time she sees that scar, Angelica is filled with regret. She couldn't give her most beautiful body to her master, which is her biggest regret.

Upon seeing the two people again, Angelica felt a dull ache in her abdomen.