BXBX NOVEL Chapter 430
Unless the humans suddenly discovered the traces of the werewolves and prepared an army to invade, what else was more urgent than a demon eyeing covetously and preparing to descend on the human world?
It was hard to understand my father’s decision, so I subconsciously prepared to contact him after ending the call with Jordin.
However, before the call went through, there was a sudden loud explosion in the distance. My hand trembled in fear, and the phone fell on the carpet with a dull and ominous sound.
The girls and I gathered before the window to check on the situation. We saw that half of the palace had suddenly collapsed, and black smoke and fog rose from the ground, like a tornado connected to the gray clouds that had suddenly become thick, sweeping up countless building fragments and... A human-shaped object.
I narrowed my eyes and observed. I realized that the ‘human-like objects’ struggling in the tornado were living elves!
The negotiations had failed!
I immediately realized that something unexpected had happened over there. The Crown Prince didn’t surrender without putting up a fight. I didn’t even know where he had obtained this evil power from the demons to counterattack. At present, it seemed that the Crown Prince had the upper hand. The Great Elder must not have thought that this kid not only dared to collude with the enemy but also became a lackey of the devil.
“Are we going to support them, Your Highness?” Eve came to ask me for instructions. I nodded and said, “Send an ‘inquiry’ to the interim government first. There is no need to wait for them to answer. Immediately arrange for the team members to provide support.”
By the time the interim government had time to answer me, there would probably be nothing left in the palace.
We ran into Mr. Cage on the way. He was in a hurry, obviously attracted by the explosion of the palace.
“A strong dark aura,” he said firmly. “It’s definitely from the devil. It’s not even a power borrowed from the devil. It’s more like a disaster brought on by the devil himself.”
“You’re saying...” We were shocked by this.
“That’s right,” Cage said solemnly. “No matter who used this power, he has integrated with a part of the demon to some extent. Although it’s a very, very, very small bit, it can’t be taken lightly.”
The Crown Prince? Fused with a demon?
To be honest, this really shocked me. Cooperating with the cultists and praying to the demons for power was already shocking enough. Where did the Crown Prince get the courage to fuse with a demon fragment? Wouldn’t it be better to rebel if he had the guts and courage? Was it worth it to pay such a massive price for power?
The Elven Capital City was in a mess. Most powerful people were trapped in the palace, so much so that a large number of troops gathered in the Elven Capital City could not gather enough power to maintain order. The soldiers under the interim government barely guided the people to take refuge on the streets. It was somewhat effective, but it was like a drop of water in the sand for the entire Elven Capital City.
There weren’t even any guards at the palace’s entrance. While we were on our way, the disaster had spread to even more places. There were broken walls and broken tiles everywhere, as well as important figures who were running away in a hurry. Their gorgeous dresses were burning with dust and blood, indicating that this ancient palace that had stood strong for over 4000 years was about to be destroyed today.
I randomly grabbed a noble kid running for his life and loudly asked, “How’s the situation in the palace?”
The man was still in a state of shock as he described the miserable situation in a jumble.
There was no need for guidance. Anyone could see the most intense battle in the palace. A black aura filled the sky, and the dense demonic aura even reminded me of that snowy night in the Rocky Mountains.
Azazel...
All of a sudden, I had a chilling thought.
Did those cultists disappear at the border of the Elf Forest?
Or rather, did these people escape to the border?
It was as if we were the only ones who believed that the heretic cult believer had disappeared at the forest’s edge. We couldn’t find any traces of him, and we searched for him in vain.
However, what if the whole thing was in the dark?
What if the cultists were making a feint at the border and then secretly ran back to the Elven Capital City?
The Crown Prince was cooperating with the demons to fight for power. For him to be so crazy over the supreme crown, was it difficult to hide a few evil cultists?
“Dorothy, what is the extent of your connection with nature?”
Dorothy was stunned by my question and muttered, “How should I put it? It’s not too deep or too shallow. I can see everything, but I’m never allowed to interfere.”
“Are you sure that only the Elf King can use the power of nature?”
“To be honest, I don’t know. My understanding of all this comes from the shallow experience of the Great Elder and myself over the past few days. I think only a King of the elven race is qualified to borrow the power of nature.”
“The King?”
I mulled over this word as my thoughts continued to wander.
What kind of person could be considered a ‘King’?
The ruler of the elves? However, if this ruler was now in a deep sleep and had one foot in the coffin, unable to exercise royal power and bear responsibility, could he still be considered a ‘King’?
If he couldn’t, then who would he hand him over to? The next King? How was this concept defined? Did it have to be acknowledged by the previous king, or was it only able to be passed on through blood relations, like other ancient traditions?