Eiseka Kingdom, the capital of the Diest Palace.
The area of the palace was very large, and the first main building after entering from the outside was the 'Conference Hall'. Due to the need to resist the sand and dust, the hall looked like half an ostrich egg from the outside.
But if one walked into the palace from the Conference Hall, one would find that the sleeping quarters and gardens were very small, and the 'Maglar Temple' towering in the center of the city was even larger.
This building had been built for more than ten years, and its size was far larger than the temples in Duriel City and Hovela City. It was supported by more than four hundred huge stone pillars, with a height of forty meters and a width of more than three hundred meters. Furthermore, there were countless rooms inside.
The temple was where the priests prayed and performed rituals, but this temple was never open to ordinary people.
At this moment, the priests of the Tuk Tribe were not as proficient in studying the divine spells of Theseus as they had been in the past few decades. Instead, many of the beautiful priests had chosen to learn mental charm spells like Doris had done in the past.
The ones in charge of teaching them were the trusted subordinates of High Priest Windsor.
The guards in the palace were also the personal guards of the high priest dressed in golden armor. Windsor was equivalent to the 'supervisor' of the temple, and she only needed to answer to Tyria alone.
The Tuk clan was a political and religious union, and as Her Majesty, Tyria had absolute power. She was the spokesperson of the 'Theseus' religion on the mainland.
In layman's terms, any word she said was equivalent to the command of the god.
At this moment, Her Majesty was not standing in front of the solemn altar of the temple like before. Instead, she was in a secret room directly below the temple, facing the wavering sphere in front of her with her arms open.
Energy from another plane drifted out of the spherical portal like smoke. Countless purplish-black magic patterns once again appeared on Tarya's body under her muslin clothes. She raised her head, enjoying the satisfaction brought by the increase in her strength, her face filled with infatuation.
This process had been carried out countless times, and the strength of Tyria's body had also crossed from 'ordinary' to an unimaginable level.
"It's … enough."
The whispers that lingered in her ears caused Tyria to open her eyes. The 22 year old king slowly opened his mouth, "Although I'm strong enough to withstand the impact of my descent, I'm still lacking a few magic crystals to complete the preparations of the magic circle …"
"Hurry up …"
The portal was obviously unable to withstand the power of the character in front of it. When the hoarse voice came, the spherical portal that reflected the scenery of the other plane clearly rippled violently, but it soon recovered and stabilized.
Tyriya slowly heaved a sigh of relief. She knew that the powerful existence was no longer projecting his gaze and consciousness over.
She lowered her head and looked at her arm. The current Tyriya could defeat any dissident in Eiseka by herself. She stood at the peak of the human race, and even mages like Lassiman who possessed great power were not worth mentioning in front of her.
The power that she had obtained so easily also caused her ambition to expand rapidly.
Pure strength could no longer satisfy Tyria … She knew what kind of existence was on the other side of the portal, but she still made a deal with the other party.
The transmission door in the secret room was not closed. The guards on both sides were not the guards under the chief priest Windsor, but four figures that Roddy, Kardashian and others were definitely familiar with —
The Doomguard.
Back then, Augustine and the Demon Monarch Kazwera opened the portal and sent out a large number of 'infected beasts' and 'Doomguard'. The latter were the elite warriors under the Demon Monarch, each of them armed to the teeth, powerful, skilled in martial arts, and extremely loyal.
But these four huge Doomguard obviously treated Tyriya as their master. When she turned around and left, the Doomguard followed closely, the huge weapons strapped on their waists lightly colliding with the metal armors, producing a series of 'Jingle dang' sounds.
This secret room was not cramped. On the contrary … because the foundation of the temple's stone pillars was extremely deep, the space here was almost as spacious as the upper floor.
And after walking out of the secret room located in the center, a pure gold base appeared in front of Tyriya.
But this base was surrounded by twelve figures in black robes. They wore hoods and were constantly chanting cryptic incantations in the center of the base.
Tyriya did not pay attention to the twelve mysterious spellcasters. She just glanced at the invisible aura and then walked towards the stairs.
The guards at the door were also Doomguard, and on both sides were four 'infected beasts' that constantly waved their tentacles.
Tyriya walked out expressionlessly and followed the stairs from underground to above ground. The figure of the Doomguard stopped at the stairs and then hid in the shadows. His Majesty asked the guard in golden armor in front of him, who was kneeling on one knee, "How long until Windsor's altar is ready?"
"Your Majesty, the last batch of Magic crystal is on the way. It will arrive in about three days."
Tyriya clenched her fist, trying to hide the excitement in her eyes. She narrowed her eyes and nodded, "Continue your work, guard."
"Yes, Your Majesty."
Only after Tyriya left did the guard captain slowly stand up... She wiped the cold sweat off her forehead. As a guard who knew the inside story, she could deeply feel the changes that had happened to His Majesty in the past few months.
Perhaps even Tyriya herself did not notice the oppressive feeling brought by the aura.
Three thousand kilometers away, Roddy had been busy since he jumped off the Baby Shadow Dragon after arriving at La Xia City.
The military order was issued, and the paratroopers began to assemble again. However, their battle plan was not immediately drawn up, and their weapons were replaced with cold weapons used in 'non-magic environments'.
Although Erwin and the others did not know where their next destination was, they all knew the battle environment they were about to face.
At this time, in the meeting room in the tower, Sodelor looked at the map and frowned, "Prime Minister, do you really want to go in person?"
"Only I have the experience and knowledge to deal with demons, and only a small team can avoid the enemy's detection as much as possible …"
Fully armed, Roddy was now calculating the time and distance needed to fly to the destination on the map.
Of course, he knew that this was a risk, but Roddy was very clear that there was never an inevitability in war. Victory was always piled up by countless decisions and details. The news of Udora's defeat had not yet reached Eiseka, and the enemy's mentality was still relaxed. After he found the location of Hovela City, the enemy did not realize his existence.
Whether it was the overall situation or the details, he was in an absolute position of initiative. Only by continuing to seize this opportunity to expand his advantage could he restore the Viper's Kiss as soon as possible …
"Report!"
The guard's voice came from outside the door. Sodelor glanced at him, "Speak."
"Advisor Udora has obtained some information from the prisoners of war …"
The guard handed over a piece of paper full of words. Sodelor took it and spread it on the table. He and Roddy read it together. However, after reading it, both of them took a deep breath …
Roddy no longer hesitated, "We will leave in an hour, Sodelor, this time we have no other choice."
Sodelor's expression was solemn, and he replied with a military salute.
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