Swear Fealty To Me, My Subjects!

Chapter 151.1: Filial Father and Filial Son, Chain Backstabbing (1)

Chapter 151.1: Filial Father and Filial Son, Chain Backstabbing (1)

The test of incorporating a second divinity into the Moonlight Queen's crown was already a perfect success. However, due to the prank of the evil dragon, Rayne also encountered a headache.

After drinking the mithril blessed by the evil dragon…

The sacred and beautiful elven Empress was already perfectly broken.

The corruption of the evil dragon invaded Alice's brain, causing her to suffer indescribably.

Furthermore, this corruption could not be removed.

Alice could only adapt slowly.

There was only one way Alice could think of to resist the corruption of the evil dragon.

She sought help from Rayne.

She hoped to obtain Rayne's help, but… he rejected her request.

Rayne pushed away Alice who was asking for a kiss. "Alice, you have another mission that you have to complete today no matter what."

He said solemnly, "Bring the officials and set off now to celebrate the White Moon Festival."

Alice wheedled with tears in her eyes. "Your Highness… please… I only want to be with you today…"

However, Rayne was especially unyielding at the moment.

Rayne said, "No, hold it in."

Alice's voice trembled. "But… your dear Alice will be broken apart by the Nether Realm corruption…"

"Be broken, then."

Rayne said gently, "Even if you're broken, I'll still love you."

"Today is an important day. If we're negligent, the entire Leta might be destroyed by the enemy's scheme."

He pinched Alice's chin and said solemnly, word by word, "Therefore, go now. This is my order. Do you understand?"

"Boohoo, boohoo…"

The weak elven queen whimpered pitifully. However, how could she, who loved Rayne deeply, dare to disobey his orders?

Rayne asked gently, "Alice, will you be obedient?"

Alice tried her best to maintain a trace of rationality in her teary eyes. Suppressing the negative effects of the evil dragon corruption, she forced a smile at Rayne and said with a trembling voice, "Yes, yes… I will…"

…

In front of the ruins of the White Tower.

In the empty ruins, the regent and the bishop, two top nobles of Leta, met here.

The once towering White Tower had already been razed to the ground.

In this land that was once bombarded by the forbidden curses of the Imperial Guards, even after ten years, there were still phenomena of wind, lightning, ice and fire that wandered aimlessly in the ruins and exploded.

The regent looked at the ruins and lamented, "Speaking of which… Leta hasn't celebrated the White Moon Festival for ten years now."

The bishop sneered. "What a joke. The White Tower has already been blown up. How can we still be in the mood to celebrate? Why? Should we celebrate how the Haines people trampled over us and shat on our heads back then?"

The regent turned around and looked at the bishop in surprise.

Usually, the bishop was an extremely tactful person and spoke very nicely.

However, today…

It was evident that he was restless.

The regent asked with concern, "What's wrong, Sir Twain? Did something happen to upset you?"

"Adonis, stop feigning ignorance!"

Finally, the bishop could not take it anymore. He glared at the regent angrily and said agitatedly, "You damn well know the reason why I took the risk of angering the Moonlight Queen to come and see you! Hurry and explain to me what that letter of yours meant! The curse of the Blood Goddess? What is that?! C-Could it be… related to these things?"

The bishop lifted his sleeve, revealing his shriveled right hand.

"First, my fingers, then my entire palm… My body is withering continuously. No matter how I pray to the goddess or how many healing spells I use, it's useless!"

The bishop was on the verge of going crazy.

"Why is this happening, Adonis? Could it be that you're the one behind this? Was it the assassin that you were using previously? Did you ask that assassin of yours who believes in the Blood Goddess to turn me into this?!"

The bishop knew about Lynn.

After all, he was once the regent's most trusted confidant. Naturally, he participated in the gathering held at the regent's house that day.

The regent smiled. "Is that important?"

The bishop was enraged. "This is a matter of life and death. Do you think it's important?!"

"It's not important because you're not going to get to see the day you're killed by the curse."

The regent sneered. "You're going to die now!"

The bishop's anger turned into fear instantly. "Wait… you!!"

Suddenly, the bishop let out a tragic scream!

Instantly, the regent unsheathed his sword and pierced the bishop's heart. His movements were smooth and clean.

This number one expert beneath the level of the demigods had retained his skills.

The regent looked at the bishop calmly.

"Alfred Twain, do you know where this place is? This is the White Tower."

The regent said softly, "It's where my son sleeps."

The bishop's eyes trembled, filled with anger, fear and pleading…

The regent said, "If I want to save my poor son from the earth, someone has to accompany the lonely ley line elves in his place."

He whispered into the bishop's ear, "Say, I think you're very suitable for that role, great bishop... There's not much difference between being the bishop of the goddess and a sacrifice for the ley lines. How about making a career switch?"

"Hamilton Adonis..."

The bishop was about to die as he looked at the regent in a daze with his gradually dissipating gaze.

"How comical… Right now, you're like an old monkey that's about to drown."

The regent's expression was as cold as ice as he twisted the hilt of his sword ruthlessly, crushing the bishop's heart.

The bishop coughed dryly in pain and the light in his eyes dimmed rapidly.

As for the regent, he was expressionless. He waited quietly for the bishop's life to pass and gradually die.

Thereafter, he drew his sword and wiped it clean. He activated his magic and dug a hole in the ground to bury the bishop.

Along with the bishop was the statue fragment of Goddess Compassion.

The regent said, "Twain, actually, even without the curse of the Blood Goddess, I've already decided to sacrifice you. There's no special reason. However, I believe you'll never know how ugly you look in the eyes of others when you suck up to the Moonlight Queen with that servile face of yours..."

The regent sneered and covered the bishop with a final handful of soil.

The earth had now received its sacrifice.

The ritual could begin.

The ley lines spell of the Adonis family came from the ancient era and could even be traced back to before the elven gods were torn apart by Order and the Tragic Moon Queen was born.

At that time, the elves were undoubtedly the strongest race in the mortal world.

Their territories spread everywhere in an endless manner. Their powerful army was enough to make any race with intellect kneel and beg for mercy in fear.

With the elven gods protecting the elves, the elves at that time could even live for hundreds of years with ease.

That was the moment the ley lines ritual was born.

The Adonis family was once the most noble family in Leta.

They had made illustrious contributions to Leta by laying down an elemental ley lines network and researching ley lines magic, contributing immensely to Leta's prosperity.

However, right now, the Adonis family was already in a state of decline.

The prestige of the past was no longer there. Even the regent, the last man of the Adonis family, was on the verge of death and his life had begun a tragic countdown.