The buzzing sound and the smell of blood reverberated in the air. From the disappearance of the shadow to the appearance of the red arc of light, it was only a blink of an eye. Not many people reacted until the old Mage's body fell limply. In the eyes of the young Mage, there was only a flash of fatal light. He couldn't even recall the swordsmanship that flowed like clouds and water.
Almost in the shortest time they could react, rippling red light flowed out of the shadow's hand. The defense of Mage armor and magic items, under the red light, was as fragile as a piece of thin paper. Just the moment it pierced the skin, it was deprived of life and soul.
The red blade of light carried a powerful energy. The primal magic binding formed this blade that looked like a red crystal, and it had a powerful lethality. And that mysterious shadow was even more elusive like a phantom.
Chen Ang stepped on the water, and from a tricky angle, he pierced the heart of a guard. The vibrating Force destroyed the balance of the two warriors in front of him. Just an angle adjustment allowed the two to pierce each other's bodies. The blade of light gently reverberated and sank into the chest of a rogue behind him.
Without the slightest hesitation!
Chen Ang slipped into the darkness, jumping along the shadow plane between the two planes. In a short moment, he calmly jumped between dozens of shadow coordinates. The blade of light in his hand turned into red lightning wrapped around his fingers, splitting and entangling in the rain, like hundreds of light threads as thin as hair, swinging along Chen Ang's right hand.
The young Mage turned his head at this time. He saw dozens of red light threads, following the trajectory of the shadow, disappearing into the deepest part of the shadow. At this time, the guard that was pierced by the blade of light like a marionette fell with a bang.
Until the body fell. Someone shouted, "Enemy attack!" A loud horn sounded from the tower, waking everyone in Deepwater Castle. Everyone took their positions in an orderly manner. Many Spellcasters joined in, and the city guards did their best to block the red arc of light.
Chen Ang moved between the shadows as if he was strolling in a park. He could appear from the most unexpected places. Even a shadow the size of a fingernail could become his jumping coordinates. The Mages tried their best to stop him, but the Dimensional Anchor couldn't hit Chen Ang's figure at all, and the Teleportation Restriction Spell was useless.
The blades of light danced in the air, creating a red flower, then a thousand, ten thousand. They shone at every spot where Chen Ang flashed. A complete red flower. It represented the simplest variation of the blade of light. A stretch, a buckle, a block, a twist. It could always cut through the guards' weapons and drill into their chests.
Arcana Techniques were completely useless. Chen Ang wasn't able to dodge them easily. The spell's structure was destroyed by the blade of light, causing it to dissipate into nothingness. The light blades made of the purest primordial magic power could even pick up arcana spells that had a stable structure before they were activated. It could reflect most enchantment spells.
The defensive formation of the City Guards couldn't be said to be imperfect, and the loyalty and fighting will of the guards couldn't be said to be weak. They had done the best within the scope of their own knowledge system and wisdom. The reasonable layout, the spellcasters' counterspells and counterspells, and even the spells they remembered were carefully arranged.
But it was useless and only made them appear more powerless.
"I hope you can maintain restraint!" Chen Ang emerged from the shadows. Following his footsteps, a rather large circle appeared on the plaza and moved along with him. He calmly swept his gaze over these young and resolute faces, and with the clearest voice he could muster, he said, "Out of a responsible attitude towards your lives, I hope you can make a choice of your own volition …"
"It has nothing to do with honor, nothing to do with mission, but a choice of your own heart in the face of an unstoppable force? Is it to maintain this order, or to choose another possibility? "
"Survival, or resistance?"
Red magic threads wrapped around the necks of these City Guards. These tough magic threads could easily cut through human skin. Everyone knew that as long as Chen Ang moved his fingers, everyone's head would fall to the ground.
But no one spoke.
"My Lord looks after me!" These warriors arrogantly and slowly raised their heads, their eyes meeting Chen Ang's deep gaze.
"Despicable faithless, laughable clowns under the glory of the gods. Our lives may be taken by you, but our souls will ascend to the divine kingdom and accompany our Lord. Even if our bodies fall into dust, our souls will never yield … "
"Do you think that your thoughts, your will, and your soul belong to you?" Chen Ang opened his palm, revealing a bronze ring that was reflecting a dim light.
"But it's not!"
* Ding! *
The ring fell to the ground, rolling along the beautifully patterned marble floor. Finally, it hit the boot of a City Guard and stopped.
The ordinary-looking bronze ring attracted everyone's attention.
A rough hand picked up the ring. He held the ring tightly, feeling an unprecedented sense of fullness. Then, the ring in his hand was snatched away by someone else!
"This is the ring under my foot!"
The guard in boots bared his teeth and threatened, "Don't steal my ring! Thief! "
"That's my ring! It's mine! " The guard whose ring was snatched was extremely angry. He used the hilt of his sword to hit his comrade who snatched the ring until his head was bleeding profusely. Only then did the guard loosen his grip on the ring. The guard pried his comrade's hand away, and the guard who snatched the ring did not care about the serious wound on his head and held his right hand tightly.
"This is my treasure, it's mine! Ah! … "
The ferocious-looking soldier broke his finger and snatched the bronze ring from between his fingers. Soon, everyone forgot about the existence of Chen Ang. They only had eyes for the ring, and the guards began to move fiercely …
Until the first person used the weapon in his hand, only two breaths had passed. Those incomparably firm guards were able to point their swords at the hands that tried to take the ring.
Every one of them had an extreme desire for the ring, but they did not lose their rationality. Or rather, they still had the ability to think. But when this ability was used wholeheartedly to satisfy a need, malice was born. When the first person had the thought of "Kill the others, and the ring will be mine!" This malice was placed at the highest level.
The first person who put the ring on his finger was shrouded in a thick black mist. He began to use this mist to control the city guards who attacked him, causing them to draw their swords at the people next to them. The killing began between the two groups. Their swords were as firm and sharp as ever, but they were aimed at their comrade.
Not only did the malice not make them crazy and chaotic, but it also made these people more rational. They calmly analyzed tactics, considered the situation, observed the weaknesses of their comrades, and even formed alliances and unity. But their core will was only to "take that ring". They could sacrifice everything for it.
Chen Ang left Deepwater Castle! Because the result only needed to wait.
Betrayal and desire, greed and killing, were more terrible than madness. It was selfishness and rationality! The battle in Deepwater Castle lasted for a long time, from dusk to dawn. Not many people died because the smart and rational contenders consciously maintained a bottom line when they found that their lives would be threatened.
They would eradicate competitors and ensure that they could not return to the fight for the ring. They would set the rules of the game to protect themselves from harm. To protect themselves from harm, most people would only cripple their opponents' mobility.
In the castle. It was not an irrational killing. On the contrary, everyone became very smart. They used all the means they had learned to fight for the ring, but they also chose to compromise temporarily, and even deceive. They released the beast in them and chased it. But that beast was cunning.
Cunning enough to learn to compromise and give up.
Order, destruction of order, deception, betrayal, violence. Alliance. In a short night, a political drama appeared in Deepwater Castle. Influenced by what they saw and heard, the city guards and sentinels exhausted all their potential, using all kinds of intrigue. They were smart, they were cunning, they were like jackals wandering in a net of people.
In this farce, the dark side of human nature was played out.
They were all striving to be the final winner. This was a war of nearly a thousand smart people. There was nothing they couldn't give up. Even the ring, they could compromise and temporarily give it up. Everything was for the sake of being the last person to hold the ring.
These people learned by themselves and became top political experts. Chen Ang provided them with extremely advanced theoretical education and ideological works from other worlds. In order to fight for the copper of "power," they used all their skills and used all their potential to fight with others, to use and be used, to betray and form alliances, to calculate and use tactics.
Under the surface restraint and order, there were countless invisible darkness and bloodshed. The city guards, who were getting closer and closer to normal people, devoutly learned everything that Chen Ang instilled, including the great realistic works "House of Cards" and "Workplace Politics." They actively discovered the weaknesses of human nature. They organized several teams in the small Deepwater Castle.
They used the worst of intentions to speculate about others, but their rationality allowed them to maintain a relatively stable and safe order. They cherished their own lives, and they established a set of effective rules of the game. Then, they racked their brains to cheat and overthrow these rules in the process of operation. These people played out what politics was.
This game of power didn't end until three days later. More than three hundred people were forever buried in the garden of Deepwater Castle. Some of them were stabbed in the back, some fell into the water, and some were collectively executed for breaking the rules.
Archmage Elminster had sealed the ring so that everyone could calm down. However, even if the charm could be removed, could the tainted souls be removed? Having delved into the dark side of human nature and learned the most cunning of political conspiracies, these ordinary guards became extremely dangerous. Lies were like their mother tongue, and disguises were like their skin.
Even among the drow, they were the most outstanding schemers. Compared to the victors of this game, the nobles of Deepwater Castle were as immature as children. Even Elminster felt fear in his heart when faced with these seemingly wise and clear-headed gazes. (To be continued …)
PS: This chapter should be from yesterday.
Recommended: Law of Fantasy World Traversal by Nether Blade.
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