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Chapter 316 The King is the State! (4.5k)

Aftermath.

Helen woke up from her trance, her nose felt sore, and she threw herself into the arms of the figure in front of her, venting her fear and excitement.

"I almost thought I'd never see you again!"

"It's okay, it's okay..."

Lorne patted the girl's pink back gently, comforting her softly, then raised his head and looked towards the courtyard in the distance.

Dozens of ordinary people, young and old, were standing trembling at the open door, clutching kitchen utensils and farm tools they had picked up, wanting to come out together to help.

"Did you save these people?" Lorne asked to divert Helen's attention.

“Not really…” Helen answered in a low voice, then realized that this was a crowded place, so she hurriedly stood up from Lorne’s arms and added shyly, “I just saw that they had nowhere to go and it was dangerous outside, so I let them in to hide.”

Then, a look of uneasiness appeared on the girl's face.

"Not only did you not stay in the house obediently, but you also let outsiders in. You won't blame me, right?"

"How could that be? We acted on our urgency. You did a great job. We are proud of you!"

Lorne smiled slightly, raised his hand and rubbed Helen's little head which was drooping due to anxiety, and responded solemnly.

No matter how Helen was evaluated in her original destiny, at this moment, what she did was worthy of her identity as a descendant of God and a hero.

Being able to stand up at the critical moment and use the strong to support the weak, this alone is enough to completely change Loen's impression of this femme fatale and make him respect her from the bottom of his heart.

Helen's face turned red when she heard the compliment from her admirer.

Just as the girl was gathering up her courage and wanted to confide more of her feelings to the figure in front of her, the teeth-grinding sound of bones rubbing against each other began to sound again.

At the same time, the vortex of blood-colored clouds that had been torn into a corner in the sky began to gather and rotate again.

"The palace's astronomical observatory! The node where the auras converge is there!"

Atalanta, who was accompanying him, jumped down from the roof and reported her observation results to Lorne.

Lorne nodded, then his expression became serious and he gave Helen serious instructions.

"Take these sober people into that courtyard. I have set up a protection spell inside and it will be safe. So don't come out without my permission!"

"it is good!"

Helen held her wand and nodded solemnly.

At this moment, the girl finally understood where the golden light in front of the door that protected her from external erosion came from.

He really cares about me!

Feeling the other party's invisible delicacy and care, coupled with the suspension bridge effect of scouting out the spot to save people, Helen's heart was filled with sweetness, and her self-strategy level was further improved.

"Just go and do what you are supposed to do, I will be here to protect them!"

The girl straightened her body, tightly grasped the wand with the cold sweat still wet on it, and made a solemn promise, hoping to leave a better impression in front of the person she loved.

"Well, then be careful."

Loen nodded and watched them enter the courtyard safely.

This simple courtesy made Helen's pretty face even redder. The girl was determined to stay until the end before entering. Her resolute expression even seemed to imply that she was ready to die bravely.

Unfortunately, Lorne was obviously not in the mood to pay too much attention to Helen's little thoughts. After confirming that they were safe, he decisively took Atalanta and headed towards the Arcadia Palace in the center of the city.

Helen stood alone in front of the courtyard, looking at the two figures walking together and supporting each other on the street, her eyes filled with envy and yearning.

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At this moment, as the foundation of the Arcadia Royal City was reversed by a large ritual spell that drove the stars, the entire city was gradually transformed into the underworld.

Dense skeletons and patrolling spirits crawled out from the cracks in the ground, trying to hunt for fresh life to fill the emptiness of death in their bodies.

"Go away!"

Along with a cold roar, blazing white flames burned on Loen's body, and the dazzling light spread out in circles of light ripples.

All the skeletons and patrolling spirits that came into contact with the ripples stopped moving. The deathly aura that permeated their bodies instantly dissipated and disappeared like snow encountering the scorching sun. The resentful and crazy auras also gradually became peaceful under the influence of the light.

In the pure white light, they didn't know what they saw, but the corners of their mouths actually raised a trace of satisfaction and joy, and the only remaining trace of regret was blown away by the wind.

As Lorne and Atalanta walked through the street, the skeletons and patrolling spirits behind them disintegrated and merged back into the gray-black death fog.

Everything, dust to dust, dust to dust.

Soon, with Loen's strong help, the two of them quickly arrived at the gate of the palace.

But this landmark building in Arcadia has completely changed its appearance at this time.

The turbid current of the Styx, a mixture of dark red and muddy yellow, entangles and flows on the ground and buildings in a manner that violates the common sense of physics.

Twisted and hideous faces boiled and roared in the river water and death fog, as if welcoming the arrival of their king.

How noisy!

Loen snorted coldly, holding the gun in his right hand and swung it forward. The bronze door made of fine steel shattered into pieces like tofu dregs, and the water of the Styx and the patrolling spirits of the underworld that were entangled on it also disappeared into thin air.

But the next moment, dozens of God-Blood Guards wearing bronze armor and holding spears, shields and bows jumped out of the gate, roaring like mad.

"immortal!"

"immortal!!"

"immortal!!!"

Loen took a quick glance and saw the bloated and deformed limbs under the armor and the deathly aura entangled all over the body. He shook his head and reminded Atalanta who was standing beside him.

"Death energy has entered the body, and life is cut off. There is no hope..."

Atalanta understood and immediately raised the Bow of the Sky, pulled the bowstring to its full length, and shot a dense rain of arrows forward.

"Puff puff!"

The sound of sharp weapons piercing flesh was endless, and the Divine Blood Guards who rushed forward in groups were immediately pierced like hedgehogs.

But no matter whether they were hit by arrows in the head or their hearts were destroyed, none of these God-Blood Guards fell down. Instead, they brandished their weapons while being riddled with arrows and rushed towards the two outsiders who had entered the palace.

Seeing this, Loen quickly raised his hand and chanted a spell, trying to disperse the undead monsters rushing towards him.

However, the purifying words that were supposed to have miraculous effects on the undead had little effect at this moment.

"immortal!"

"immortal!!"

"immortal!!!"

The crazy God-Blood Guards shouted loudly and waved their weapons frantically.

"Can't be killed? What's going on?"

Atalanta dodged two feather arrows and a javelin, approached Lorn, and asked with a frown.

Loen swung his spear, and the sharp light of the spear instantly cut the two God-Blood Guards who rushed forward into dozens of pieces.

The piece of meat that fell to the ground did not bleed at all. Instead, earthworm-like tentacles extended from the surface of the cut, carrying the piece of meat, wriggling in a common direction and gathering together, reassembling a complete body.

Seeing this, Loen thrust his spear forward, cutting the central piece of meat into smaller parts.

A dark red crystal as small as dust and attached to a piece of flesh appeared before his eyes, flickering on and off.

At the same time, the surrounding flesh and blood seemed to sense a special command and began to move towards the dark red crystal.

"It's the Philosopher's Stone! The Philosopher's Stone has been implanted in their bodies. After being catalyzed by the death energy, their souls have been annihilated, but their bodies are immortal!"

Luo En gave the answer with a gloomy face, and then a grim look flashed in his eyes.

This so-called elixir, while granting immortality to people, also turns them into monsters that blindly seek survival. It transcends death, but also desecrates life.

It seems that the man wants to do more than just use the beast tide to wipe out the humans on earth and sacrifice to the Demon Ancestor Typhon to gain grace; he also plans to use the Philosopher's Stone and Arcadia as a testing ground to personally create an army of undead!

"Get out of the way!"

Loen pulled Atalanta behind him, looked at the God-Blood Guards rushing towards him one by one, sighed softly, slowly gathered the Spear of Nation-Building, and pondered solemnly.

"Glory, so far!"

In an instant, a raging silver-white ether storm took shape under the impetus of the power of [Fire], transforming into a blazing burning wind that swept in all directions and instantly melted the God-Blood Guards on the square and the Philosopher's Stones in their bodies into ashes.

To the soldiers who remained at their posts until the last moment, may you rest here forever.

Loen murmured to himself as he faced the ashes that covered the ground like snow, waved to Atalanta, and prepared to continue heading towards the observatory inside the palace.

However, as soon as the two took a step forward, a sharp cutting sound was heard in the air around them, and several intertwined silver lights attacked them.

"Puff puff!"

The silver light in the air brushed past two dodging figures by a hair's breadth and cut the two stone pillars in the square into several sections.

Through the smoke and dust surrounding her, Atalanta saw the true appearance of the silver lights.

They were silver threads as thin as cow hair, fragile on the surface but extremely tough and sharp.

Also, these things seem to be alive?

Just as Atalanta was wondering, several strands of silver threads crisscrossed and formed complex outlines. Intertwining and combining with each other, a complex three-dimensional object appeared like a rattan craft, with fierce wings and beaks, and sharp claws.

It was an exquisite silver wire craft based on the prototype of a giant eagle.

"Chi~chi~!"

The special creature let out a loud hissing sound as if a metal blade was cutting through it, and it flew forward like an arrow, biting the two people in the square with its razor-sharp beak and claws.

Loen stomped his right foot on the ground, and the giant silver eagle was shattered by the violent magic power.

But the next moment, those falling silver threads gathered again into the shape of a giant eagle with the whispers in the distance and launched another attack.

The cat ears on Atalanta's head trembled slightly, and she immediately looked at the several thick stone pillars in the corridor in the distance.

"It's the alchemist of the Hermetic sect, behind the pillar! Leave it to me!"

Loen nodded and held the spear across his chest with both hands.

Atalanta understood and immediately jumped onto the spear, bent her knees and then used the force to leap, breaking through the blockade of the silver eagle like a cannonball. She rushed into the corridor and shot several arrows at several Hermes alchemists hiding behind the stone pillars.

The alchemists who were approached were shot like hedgehogs and nailed to the wall before they could react.

With the previous experience of the God-Blood Guards, Atalanta did not strive to kill with one blow, but instead destroyed the opponent's vital parts while pinning them down and restricting their movements.

This approach really worked. The restrained alchemists were unable to move and could only roar in helplessness.

At the same time, their abdomens began to wriggle, and monsters that looked like piles of wax tried to break out of their flesh and blood.

However, Atalanta, who had fought her way from the beginning of the corridor to the end, turned around slowly, looked at the arrows of light floating on the alchemists' bodies, and clenched her fists.

"Bang bang bang bang!"

In an instant, arrows engraved with explosive runes exploded, blasting the alchemists and the artificial life forms in their bodies into minced meat all over the ground.

Seeing the figure responding calmly, Lorne nodded with satisfaction, stepped over the scattered silver threads on the ground, and entered the palace hall with Atalanta.

By passing through here, you can directly reach the astrological observatory at the back.

At this moment, the dim hall was empty and silent.

A figure in gorgeous clothes, wearing a golden crown askew, sat on the throne with his head buried deep in his chest. His body kept shaking, as if he was enduring some kind of pain.

And the moment someone was heard entering the hall, the figure on the throne suddenly raised his head and roared with red eyes.

"Medicine! Give me medicine!"

Looking at the old face that seemed to have countless earthworms floating under the skin, Loen thoughtfully reached out and took out the fragment of the Philosopher's Stone picked up from the scene of Hippomenes' escape.

"You want this?"

"Medicine, medicine! Give it to me!"

The moment he saw the fragment of the Philosopher's Stone, King Arcadia stood up excitedly and wanted to rush forward to snatch it.

"boom!"

However, before the King of Arcadia could get close, Atalanta kicked him away angrily, and at the same time pulled the bowstring, with an arrow ready to be shot, aimed at the king's forehead.

"It's you who colluded with that bastard Hippomenes!"

The appointment of a commander before departure, Hippomenes's rebellion, the extinguishing of the sacred fire of the Moon Temple, and the dangerous large-scale ritual spell were easily unfolded in the city...

Coupled with the fact that the King of Arcadia in front of him is so eager for the fragments of the Philosopher's Stone, the answers to everything are not difficult to guess.

——Overcoming old age and illness and transcending death are temptations that are hard for people to refuse.

——And the higher the position of the emperor or general, the more difficult it is for them to understand this point.

Of course, there is nothing shameful in fearing death.

What really made Atalanta unbearable was that the man in front of her actually dragged the entire Arcadia into the abyss for his own selfishness, and countless lives were lost for this.

"Just for this so-called medicine? Just for this thing?"

Atalanta grabbed the fragment of the Philosopher's Stone in Ron's hand and angrily scolded the culprit in front of her.

"Are you worthy of the people of Arcadia? Are you worthy of the warriors who died because of you?"

King Arcadia's chaotic consciousness regained some clarity, and he argued for himself angrily.

"What do you know? This king is doing this for Arcadia! I have waited for so many years but have never had a son to inherit my throne! If this king falls at this moment, the royal bloodline and inheritance will be cut off from then on, so this king must not die!"

As if to vent his suppressed pain, and also as if to convince himself and the Arcadian girl opposite him at this moment, the Arcadian King stretched out his skinny hand and gave a deep command.

"The king is the country! As long as I live, Arcadia will live forever! Their sacrifice will not be in vain. Arcadia and I will remember their efforts. If you really care about Arcadia, give me the medicine!"

Under King Adikaia's expectant gaze, Atalanta stretched out her hand.

Then, she loosened her five fingers, threw it to the ground, crushed it with one foot, and snorted with contempt.

"No one should sacrifice for your survival. If the survival of Arcadia needs to be shouldered by people like you, this country might as well be destroyed!"

Watching helplessly as the elixir he longed for turned into dust, King Arcadia's remaining sanity was completely overwhelmed. He could no longer suppress the anger in his heart and roared with a distorted face.

"you wanna die!"

At the same time, there were sounds of bones dislocating. The old body of King Arcadia was like a blown-up balloon. His flesh and blood continued to expand, and his limbs began to twist. After a moment, it turned into a monster that was three meters tall.

Is this the "immortality" you are pursuing?
Atalanta sneered disdainfully, raised the Bow of the Sky, pointed the cold arrow at the head of King Arcadia, and prepared to kill the tyrant who brought disaster to his homeland.

However, just as the huntress was about to release the bowstring, a hand pressed down the arrow and a low voice came from her ear.

"He can die, but it shouldn't be you who does it"

"why?"

Atalanta looked at the teacher beside her blankly, her face full of confusion.

"Because he is your father..."

Loen sighed helplessly, summoned the Spear of Nation-Building, stood up and stepped forward.

"Let me do it."

(End of this chapter)