Chapter 287: Kill That Serie!!
Leggett was furious when he learned that the "hero" he had sent out had failed. "Useless! A bunch of useless trash!!"
In the depths of the imperial palace of the unified Southern Empire, the emperor's roar nearly lifted the palace's dome.
His face was ashen, veins bulging on his forehead, as he gripped the encrypted magical message that had just been transmitted tightly.
His most promising "hero," possessing the talent to create clones and the ultimate trump card enhanced by the Holy Sword, had failed so easily.
Even the Holy Sword had fallen into their hands!
This was originally his most powerful trump card. With the opponent's talent magic that could create clones, combined with the replication effect of the Holy Sword's power, he was practically an army all by himself.
More importantly, the opponent didn't need to engage in combat themselves; they could continuously send out clones to wage a war of attrition against the opponent.
With the magical support provided by the Holy Sword, no mage or warrior could possibly be his match.
"Your Majesty, please calm your anger!" Friedrich immediately tried to appease him, his voice filled with astonishment. "Serie and that Kurtz's strength truly far exceeded our expectations. Their ability to instantly locate the true form several kilometers away is beyond the range of detection magic."
"An estimate? I don't want an estimate! I want results!!!"
Leggett slammed the intelligence report he was holding onto the ground.
Under the violent impact, the magical energy on the message's surface began to fluctuate, and the message then turned into blue fragments and vanished.
Leggett's roar continued, "That guy was an army by himself, with the magic power supply and anti-magic effect of the Holy Sword. Even if we just wore them down, we should have been able to wear them down!"
"And the result? He couldn't even last a day, no! Not even half a day! He was a complete idiot!!!" His chest heaved violently, and his eyes burned with furious flames.
This outcome was tantamount to a slap in the face to his ambitious plans.
Especially considering the immense cost he had paid to cultivate that so-called "hero," with a hundred powerful mages reduced to a single survivor, and this was the result?
He couldn't accept it.
"Your Majesty, that hero is dead," Friedrich said, bowing his head.
The opponent possessed a forbidden magic within him, and it was the highest level of that magic. Therefore, Friedrich had sensed it the moment Serie killed the opponent.
"Dead is dead; he was just a piece of trash after all!" Leggett waved his hand in disgust.
"I should wield the Holy Sword myself and not place my hopes on these useless people!"
Clearly, His Majesty's defeat led him to abandon the plan to train a Holy Sword wielder.
Just then, as if remembering something, Friedrich quickly raised his head, his face full of worry: "Your Majesty, is the magic of the Holy Sword still intact? The Holy Sword, forged with the Empire's painstaking efforts, must not fall into enemy hands! Your blood connection with the Holy Sword..."
It would be an absolute joke if the holy sword, forged with the full strength of the empire, fell so easily into the hands of the enemy.
Leggett took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing his surging blood and qi, and felt the faint connection between his body and the distant holy sword.
The magic he had cast on the Holy Sword was an improved version of the one on the Hero of the South, which was why Leggett could sense that the bloodline magic was still present and that the teleportation array could be activated at any time.
"The contact is still established," Leggett said coldly. "I can recall it at any time."
"Your Majesty! Please recall the Holy Sword immediately!" Friedrich urged urgently. "Delay will only bring trouble! I always felt something was off about that Kurtz. The longer the Holy Sword remained in his hands, the stronger my unease became!"
However, Leggett remained silent.
He stared at the map marker. His eyes shifted with uncertainty.
The Holy Sword could be summoned at any time, but he was unwilling to admit the failure of this assassination attempt, because it meant that he was temporarily helpless against Serie and Kurtz.
His ambition and his dignity were unacceptable!
"No!"
"We absolutely cannot let this go!"
A fierce look replaced his previous rage on Leggett's face.
"There's no need for that." He spoke slowly. "Issue my order: Vanguard Legion, launch a full-scale attack! Kill Serie and that Kurtz at all costs!"
"Your Majesty!!!" Friedrich was horrified.
From beginning to end, he was the one who least wanted things to come to this.
"Once the army makes its move, there will be no turning back." He had no choice but to bite the bullet and try to dissuade him. "This is the empire's most elite legion. Even if we win, it will be a Pyrrhic victory! With our forces severely weakened, what about our subsequent plans…"
"My mind is made up!" Leggett interrupted him rudely, not giving him any chance to continue speaking. "As long as Serie is dead, as long as this biggest obstacle is removed, any price will be worth paying!"
Without her support, the Kingdom of El is nothing but a rabble. Execute the order!
Seeing the emperor's unquestionable gaze, Friedrich shut his mouth.
When exactly had His Majesty become so stubborn and unwilling to listen to any advice?
Friedrich didn't know.
He only knew that, as the other party's teacher and subject, he should not refute the other party again and again.
His previous rebuttals and dissuasion had already displeased the other party. If it weren't for Leggett's past relationship with his mentor, he might have already been locked up in jail.
Finally, Friedrich lowered his head deeply, concealing the helplessness in his eyes, and replied in a trembling voice, "Yes, sir."
A cold, commanding order, amplified by magic, was quickly transmitted to the Empire's vanguard legions.
Upon receiving the order from His Majesty the Emperor, the legion commander did not hesitate at all and quickly commanded the entire army to rush towards the direction of Kurtz and Serie.
At the same time, he also summoned hundreds of court mages from the legion. These people would be the main force in the upcoming battle and could also help him kill Serie.
The legion commander then relayed His Majesty's order to the numerous mages without hesitation.
The thought of facing and even killing the legendary elven saint, the world's oldest magician, made all the magicians breathe heavily.
But then came an undisguised murderous intent.
As long as they killed the enemy, killed that oldest and most powerful mage, their names would be forever etched in human history.
This was an achievement that every mage longed for.
Although the achievements obtained through such means were somewhat dishonorable, who could blame them when Serie stood in their way?
So they had no choice but to make her a stepping stone for their group.
[End of Chapter]
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