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Only Louise remained relatively calm.
She quickly sensed that something was amiss.
"Wait, the Crown Prince is dead, the Second Prince is also dead. The Emperor has a total of four heirs. The Fourth Princess has already chosen the position of the Radiant Saintess, so it's impossible. Then, does this mean that the Seventh Prince emerged victorious in the struggle between the princes?"
"How could it be Olba? No, it's indeed possible. The Seventh Prince's relic is the Holy Sword, the strongest in combat power among the many relics. If he truly found a way to unleash the power of that Holy Sword, it's not impossible for him to kill the other princes."
"But that fool only thinks about inheriting the throne, he's a complete idiot. In terms of scheming, he can't compare to the other two princes at all. Letting such a prince win, could this also be the Emperor's calculation?"
Louise didn't even realize that after her mind became a tangled mess, her previous demeanor as the Leader of the Blood Race was completely gone.
At this moment, the girl was biting her fingernails, her delicate eyebrows almost furrowed into a twist, as if she was rapidly speculating about the course of events and the intricate power relations behind this bizarre outcome.
Until...
Reji: "Olba is also dead."
Silence.
Silence.
Silence.
Louise was like a high-speed running machine that suddenly jammed in the middle. Her mind was completely stunned. The girl ancestor actually jumped up from her seat with a whoosh, somewhat irritated, and questioned:
"What did you say? The Seventh Prince is also dead? Well, well, well! All the princes are dead, right? Tell me, with only one heirs left, who else could have killed Olba? Don't tell me he committed suicide?"
"In a sense, well, I guess so."
Reji recalled the process of Olba's death. The Seventh Prince indeed died due to the backlash of breaking his oath when he attacked himself with the Holy Sword.
He didn't plan to keep them in suspense any longer. In fact, Reji had been hesitating before, but after discovering the strategic value of these scholars, he made up his mind.
Without saying much, Reji directly took out the Sword of Oath. This Holy Sword, shining with radiance in his hand, instantly attracted the attention of Louise and all the human scholars.
The girl ancestor reacted the fastest.
Louise's round lips were now shaped into an O, her eyes wide open, as if she had just realized everything.
"It's, it's you!?"
"It's me."
"The one who killed the Crown Prince... was also you!?"
"It's me."
At this time, Louise could only place her hopeful gaze on Reji, wondering if this "descendant of the Hero" could turn the tide and unleash some powerful force to block the monsters and buy time for their escape.
What a pity.
The descendant of the Hero obviously couldn't do it.
But—
"Miss Louise, are you willing to lead the Blood Race to submit to the rule of our Demon Race?" Reji suddenly asked out of the blue.
Louise: "...?"
Louise was puzzled. She couldn't understand, at a time like this, how could Reji still be playing that Demon Race house game.
"Miss Louise, if you're a little slower, it will be too late. If you accept, then the Demon Race will give you and your Blood Race protection."
"Submit! Don't even mention ruling, I'll even be your slave! Where is your Demon Race army? Bring it out please!"
Louise was at her wit's end. Seeing the flesh monsters that had already approached within a hundred meters, she almost screamed, transforming that desperate emotion into anger at Reji for still joking around at this time.
Until—
"As you wish."
In fact, Reji had already set up a teleportation anchor point on the map at the Blood Race gathering place.
As his words fell, a Star Spirit Crystal filled with psionic energy was taken out from his bosom and turned into a stream of light, floating to the sky above the camp.
And then. The glittering Star Spirit Crystal burst into a dazzling glow.
Crystalline teleportation anchors materialized from the void.
One after another, phantoms surrounded the town.
Among them were Great Demons with hideous horns, their entire bodies seeming to flow with lava, walking out of purgatory.
There were Sword Demons with specialized limbs, their entire bodies forged into weapons, the most ruthless killing machines.
There were Shadow Demons shrouded in shadows, as if following like a shadow, omnipresent. There were also rows of Sorcery Demons wearing magic robes and crow masks, emanating strong magic fluctuations.
There were big-bellied Decay Demons spewing highly corrosive mist, their appearance no less than monsters. There were also Wisdom Demons in charge of commanding and planning the battle, countless enhancement halos enveloping the army, with human bodies and snake faces.
Five seconds ago, what Louise feared were the flesh monsters rushing out from the Forbidden Area.
And in just five short seconds. What Louise, the Blood Race members, all the human scholars, and even "The Tenth Apostle" Skaven and those other races feared was no longer the flesh monsters.
Because compared to the flesh monsters, another was the true source of terror.
That was— The Demon Race members who were continuously, increasingly, almost madly descending upon Stillwater Prison.
That was, without a doubt... The true Demons!