Chapter 447: Well Damn, a Mom Fell from the Sky

That voice was so cold and sinister that Black Key instinctively grabbed the casting unit in his hand, ready to cast a spell.

Who?!

But before he could even get a firm grip on the dice in his hand, a hand had already seized him by the throat.

Black threads writhed like snakes, burrowing into the man's flesh.

In merely an instant—

Count Franz collapsed unconscious, then fell into the pitch-black shadows.

Having done all that, the figure who had appeared so abruptly finally clapped his hands.

That iconic crown proved his identity—Russell, the man who had delivered a speech across the entire nation.

"Looks like the speech went pretty well."

Russell activated the Black Crown, sensing the city's anticipation, hatred, and reverence toward the Witch King.

If such intense emotions were concentrated at a single point, perhaps they could directly infect several Lords and turn them into die-hard Witch King fanatics?

"What exactly are you doing?"

"I told you, I'm putting on a show for the Twin Empresses. What just happened was only the first act. The real show is only beginning now."

Russell smiled as he spoke to Xi.

Didn't the White Empress like populism?

By now, all Leithanien people were probably united in eagerly awaiting the birth of a savior.

Though the one they awaited would not be her.

What Leithanien anticipated would be an even more outstanding, more powerful monarch.

Under Itsori and Xi's astonished gazes, the colors in Russell's pupils shifted slightly, and a layer of "illusion" covered his body.

Long, pitch-black curls cascaded down like a waterfall.

A heavy, magnificent robe settled over his shoulders.

Beneath that luxurious crimson-and-black robe stood a pale, thin, gloomy figure radiating a horrifying aura.

"Teacher, you're..."

Itsori's eyes widened.

He had directly turned into the man who had