How can a retired savior be considered retired if his price drops to 40,000?

Chapter 30 The emperor is so poor that all he has left is psychic energy. Why should we save it for him?

Governor Jessamine de Vere is dressed in a rich costume and has an upright posture, as if she is standing under the backdrop of a global live broadcast or walking on the dance floor of high society.

However, what was around her were rough stone reliefs, twisted alien statues, dust floating freely due to lack of care, and bones piled into a hill.

The soulless bones of the civilians of Jestal were used as ritual sacrifices, twisted and mutated into non-human forms.

This is the so-called "ancient ruins" located in the center of the inner city of Jestar's first city, an internal area not open to the public.The reason why this space is not open to the public is simple and clear:
This is a place used to perform various rituals based on forbidden knowledge, and it is also the place where her sins originated.

Everything stems from a desire to increase production, a chance archeology, a gamble of hope, and an ambiguous indulgence.

It is meaningless to look back now and recall how she dragged herself and the entire planet down into the abyss step by step.The bell of midnight has sounded, and the ninth day of the celebration has arrived. Accelerated by another round of sacrifices, Jestal has been locked under the spell of the Tzeentch demon, completely isolated from the outside world.

Jessamine Deville can sense it all.

This may be some kind of evil intention insisted on by the Tzeentch demon who has taken over the body of Raj Hastings, but has now mutated the body to the point where it cannot be recognized as its original appearance.Somehow, it gave Deville, who was standing here, the ability to see everything happening on this planet.

Therefore, she knew how all the residents on this planet were struggling under the broadcast speech, so she knew how chaos pollution was unscrupulously eroding their souls, and therefore she knew that after the bell rang, the dark sky in the middle of the night gradually became filled with subspace. The appearance of chaos and magnificent brilliance within.

She was forced to look at the fruits of her mistakes.

She also forced herself to stare.Not only because the Tzeentch demon's spell stipulated that she could only stare, but also because she believed it was her responsibility to stare.

She could only stare.

These scenes made her heartache, made her almost crazy, made her want to scream, made her want to stop - if she could seize any possible opportunity, she was sure that she would turn these ideas into reality without hesitation , even if you risk your life, even if your soul is shattered, even if you are burned by fire thousands of times, even if you are tortured by evil things for thousands of years.

But under the confinement of the spell, she could do nothing.She couldn't move, couldn't speak, couldn't cry, couldn't even show her anger.

She could only stand there like a living statue, silently watching everything happen, everything sink, and everything fall into eternal catastrophe.The Tzeentch demon, which had completely transformed into a human form, was excitedly mumbling some whispers that she did not understand and did not want to understand. Even her right to "not look" was deprived by a spell. The only thing allowed to have freedom was her thoughts.

But what can pure thought do?

Jestal has become an isolated island, with no foreign aid possible, and the planet's local defense force has long been contaminated by rituals, and everything is in the hands of the devil.After all, the moment she began to realize something was wrong, she was already at her wits end.

Governor De Vere wanted to close his eyes in regretful silence.But she couldn't do such a simple action.

She had never been a devout Anglican.Worshiping and praying in the early years was just a matter of course. After taking office on the remote and barren planet of Jestal, he was even unwilling to maintain verbal respect due to various difficulties and resentments.At this moment, she silently prayed with unprecedented piety in her life:

O God-Emperor, please punish me for my sins.

I do not ask for forgiveness, only that your holy fire may burn away all the consequences of sin.

——Then, the flames plummeted from the sky, trailing a long golden trail towards her.

Immediately, the earth trembled.
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Fujimaru Ritsuka used the flames released by Karna's magic release skill as power, and he was suspended in mid-air more than ten meters above the ground relatively stably, looking down at the large pit on the ground.

The conscience of heaven and earth, this pitfall is really not all her responsibility.

She did indeed parachute directly to the earth from a high altitude in low-Earth orbit. The potential energy generated in the process did give her the destructive power comparable to that of a meteorite falling to the ground. She also did aim at the target and deliberately smashed herself. On top - but this crater is not a crater caused by her "landing", at least most of it is not.

She remembered this location when she looked up the map of the First City: the "ancient ruins" during the Great Crusade. There was a gathering square in front of it, a memorial hall that doubled as a museum, and then the ruins themselves sunk into the ground—— When the things 1 years ago were discovered through archeology, they were of course buried underground, and Governor De Vere obviously did not want to spend manpower and material resources to raise the buried buildings dozens of meters above ground.

Therefore, this pit surrounding the main body of the ruins building originally existed.Fujimaru Ritsuka would only declare that she was responsible for the nearby sculptures, decorations, or marble tiles that were smashed and turned into pieces by the shock wave. The pit itself had nothing to do with her.
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But Master, the impact when we landed did exist, and caused about [-] centimeters of subsidence on the surrounding ground surface. --
Karna, although I know you are concerned about my physical condition, it is okay not to say this clearly. -
Fujimaru Ritsuka crossed his arms in mid-air and stared at the outer wall at the edge of the building's roof that had been glazed due to high temperature and impact.

Of course, it is impossible to use oneself as a cannonball without causing harm to oneself, but with sufficient energy supply, after unfolding Karna's Sun Armor Noble Phantasm, the Otenaus Spirit Base Exoskeleton Its own protective power is completely enough to withstand the remaining aftermath.

But it was expected that she herself was not hurt. The ancient building she targeted was also unscathed. To be fair, even if it fell from two thousand kilometers away, a person as big as her When a meteorite falls to the ground, it will not only cause this little damage, not to mention that in order to shorten the time required for airborne landing and increase the damage, she is also using magic power to increase the momentum of her fall.

In fact, the reason is not difficult to imagine. It is simply that the building itself has been added with a magic shield.If the person doing this is an expert, he can really make this magical protection look like a void shield out of thin air with spiritual power alone. If not, then make some restrictions such as "can only enter from a specific entrance" The compromise was to deliberately leave the door empty in exchange for an improvement in the protection strength in other directions - this kind of protective barrier spell is the same no matter where it is, even if it is a different world.
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Hey, although normally it should be like this, but, how should I put it... it's a bit too stale. -
After a brief observation of the technique, Fujimaru Ritsuka complained: She didn't see anything, but in fact, she didn't need to see anything.Her purpose was to destroy the building that was the core of the ceremony.
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Judging from the energy distribution, there seems to be a gap at the main entrance of the building that can be entered. --
Why do you have to go in? I can imagine what kind of otherworldly murder maze it will be inside.I don't want to go through the level according to the enemy's wishes. -
Fujimaru Ritsuka raised her hand in mid-air.
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Judging from the fact that the aftermath of the impact did cause damage to the edge of the building, this protection is not expected to be too strong.Anyway, there is no need to consider the problem of magic power reserves this time. It should be easier to explode it with force. -
Karna had no objections to this—his Noble Phantasm that could be used offensively was not just the Killing Spear:
A golden spear appeared out of thin air in Fujimaru Ritsuka's hand, and then, flames spurted from the tip of the spear overflowed down, completely covering the entire gun body.Fujimaru Ritsuka raised the flame gun and aimed at her target:
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Brahmastra Kundala, curse me -
"It's not right! It's not right! It's not right!"

Zese Chati flapped the newly sprouted wings on his body and let out a shrill scream like a clown.

It should have eliminated all possible variables, and its plan should have been foolproof, but why - that envoy of the throne!
It realized its mistake in an instant, and this caused it to howl in joy or anger.

Unexpected changes!It originally thought that the throne envoy was just like other imperial judges. Although he had the power to mobilize most armed forces, he had nothing to worry about when he was alone.If she is really capable and can trace the source of everything, then Zes Chati has also prepared comprehensive hospitality for her in this ruins - but, but!

The nine pairs of eyes on its body allow its gaze to penetrate the dome of the building and look straight into the distant sky.It saw the golden thread flying down from the sky, and realized that the ritual it had constructed to lock the entire planet was no longer perfect, but had been forcibly melted to create a tiny hole that could connect to the outside world.

A few minutes ago, he would have dared to say that such a small hole was nothing to worry about.As the ceremony itself proceeds further, such small imperfections will naturally be bridged by the gentle waves of the Highest Heaven.But - no need to test, Zes Chati also knew very well that the golden thread was destined to be extremely stubborn.

It was the manifestation of the power of the cursed person, the blessing given to the 'throne envoy'.

If it had known in advance that it was the Corpse Emperor's lackey... a lackey that had been favored, then it would definitely be more concerned about the little thing breaking down the door outside - unfortunately, everything is not as it should be.

The earth is shaking.

Zes Chatty could only hold the euphoria of "discovering unforeseen changes" and the regret of "the plan will fail again" at the same time, tugging at the throat of this body that had completely mutated to the point where it was almost like a bird. scream.

Immediately afterwards, it discovered what was happening outside through its keen sense of spiritual energy.

It swung out its tentacles, gathered the staff back into its hand, and chanted spells in a panic to strengthen the protection on the building - how could it be like this? How could anyone who wanted to break the core of the ritual come in irregularly through the main entrance, and instead try to lift it? The house is built!But the current situation is still in its favor: the ritual is still in operation, and the entire planet of Jestal is slowly falling into the warm embrace of the High Sky.As long as he can continue to delay time——

Then the ground trembled again.

The second attack that landed on the ruins' defense was far more powerful than the first.

Zes Chati clearly felt in panic that the barrier he had set up was being broken.

Among the Demons of Tzeentch, its achievements in magic can indeed only be considered mediocre, but that is also the result that can only be obtained by comparing it horizontally among the Demons of Tzeentch.In human evaluation standards, the protective spells it sets are of course extremely exquisite and perfect. Not only is its defense power at a first-class level, but it can even be protected from the opponent's attacks when faced with attacks from energy weapons. It absorbs part of the energy and feeds it back into the spell, making the defense stronger.

It's tested.After that, it became complacent that the spell was impossible to break with weapons wielded by humans.But now, it realizes that it may have never seriously investigated all the weapons in the empire and made an arbitrary conclusion.

At that moment, its barrier was indeed shattering: not its very complacent defensive spell, but the part that absorbed energy from the enemy's attack - it had never thought before that if its own spell absorbed What happens after the energy of the damned.

It had to be thought about now.

Zese Chati twitched and danced wildly on the ground in a crazy manner, and made a loud, piercing, cholera-like scream.From a human perspective, it is difficult to understand what it is doing so madly. Only it knows that it is modifying the protective spell it is proud of on the spot.

Nine syllables, nine modes, nine changes, and nine deductions.The overlapping of nine and nine gives birth to nine, and the nine-fold branches of nine extend to infinity in all directions.Zes Chati devoted all his energy to this spell. All the mutated eyes on it stared at the void beyond human intelligence, carefully examining the subtle changes in any of the spiritual paths and their subsequent consequences. possible developments.

It is very focused, which is a good thing, because it stopped the decline of this protective spell and restored the building's defensive power because of its concentration; but this concentration is also a bad thing——

Behind it, Jessamine Deville slowly picked up the ritual dagger on the altar.

Zeth Chatty was simply too focused.It immersed itself in the spell of wrestling with the corpse emperor's servants, so much so that it forgot that it had a prisoner who was also controlled by the spell.

In the education of the empire, various types of cold weapon martial arts are highly promoted to a certain extent.Jessamine Deville had no intention of serving in any form of military service, so she was not serious about it and had only learned a little about self-defense in her youth.

But this little bit, driven by the flames of hatred burning in her heart, was enough:
As if by divine help, she seized a fleeting opportunity, pounced forward, and plunged the ritual dagger deeply into the demon's chest.

　Nerdy idiot demon, a Tzeentch intern I made up.One glance at Ding Zhen and he identified it as a dish.So the dish is right.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)