Volume 3: The Land of Mist Chapter 55: The Stirring Moon Realm
Moon Realm, the domain of the Whispering Queen - the Silk Nest.
Adjusting the network of conspiracy threads is an extremely complex and delicate matter.
In this world, everyone has some dark thoughts, and these thoughts, after being catalyzed by some inner whispers, will grow into conspiracies that will be put into practice.
Conspiracies range from stealing a few coins to overthrowing an entire empire.
It doesn't mean that the higher the level of conspiracy, the better. A high-ranking commander of the Royal Guards, who held a large number of troops, rebelled because of his lust for power, controlled the royal heir, and essentially took over the entire empire. This was certainly a huge and successful conspiracy. However, the way this conspiracy was implemented was too simple and crude, without any complicated process, and lacked the gorgeous beauty of walking on the edge of a knife.
If the safety of an entire empire hangs on the path a shepherd boy on the border takes when he returns home today, and his unintentional choice, amplified by the butterfly effect, will eventually evolve into a storm of rebellion sweeping the country... this is the perfect conspiracy that Whispering Queen Beatrice ultimately pursues.
It ended with a huge disaster that dragged down the fate of countless mortals, and was triggered by a trivial incident.
Beatrice skillfully plays with the fate of countless people, as if mocking them, making those mortals who will eventually die fear the fickleness of fate.
Right now, she was sitting in the center of the conspiracy web of the Silk Nest, weaving the next magnificent conspiracy with great patience.
Under the command of Beatrice, countless web weavers gradually adjusted the nodes of this grand conspiracy network, making their vibrations completely consistent with the frequency desired by their queen. And countless whisperers and soul-eating spiders, carrying the ends of the conspiracy threads, quietly moved in the world, slowly guiding the participants of this conspiracy to the predetermined stage.
And Beatrice herself was weaving the most core part of the entire network - a tragic fratricide and a terrible massacre.
She chose the two cities of Platinum City and Ice Dragon City as the stage. The protagonists are the current Empress of the Empire, Irene Riel, and the Ice Dragon Duke Grey Riel, who was exiled to the extreme north of the Empire by her.
Although they were all protected by many powerful gods who had broken the shackles of fate, Beatrice could not directly control their fate. But through the weaving of a complex conspiracy network, layer by layer of interconnected plans, and through the isolated manipulation of multiple agents - Beatrice was sure that this conspiracy would perfectly drag the two most powerful people in the Vic Continent into the vortex of tragedy.
The only thing I need to worry about is that troublemaker, he won't...
The sudden violent tremor of the conspiracy thread made Beatrice, who was carefully adjusting the conspiracy web, freeze.
Her eyes, which could see countless conspiracies, looked in the direction of the trembling silk thread, but in the end she could only see a dead gray.
But this is enough. The grayish white that represents the loss of all passion is undoubtedly the iron-hearted widow, Air, who is also a nihilistic king but has an extremely weird style of behavior.
Beatrice is not the "first born" among the void kings, that is, the original void echo that accompanied the creation.
As a "reborn", although she has completely forgotten everything about her past as a mortal, she still inherited many of the shortcomings of mortals, and therefore is far inferior to the seven "first borns" in terms of strength.
But even as a "reborn" she felt that she was more like an immortal being than the iron-hearted widow El, who was a "newly born" woman.
At least she wouldn't be so emotional.
"Is she crazy?"
After learning the source of the tremor and hearing the other party's words about the "Moon Realm Disaster", Beatrice was stunned for a few seconds and muttered to herself.
An ominous premonition surged into her heart, and then she quickly looked at the conspiracy network she had woven earlier.
Then, she watched helplessly as the elaborate web of conspiracy that she had worked so hard to weave between Platinum City and Ice Dragon City was cut in half in an instant as if by someone with invisible scissors.
The broken threads were like stretched yarn that suddenly broke, ricocheting and splashing everywhere. Several of his weavers were unable to dodge in time, and were instantly cut into several pieces by the originally extremely strong and sharp threads.
Amid the desperate wails of the weavers, Beatrice spoke as if squeezing out words from between her teeth:
"Aier...are you crazy? How dare you tell the greatest threat to the Moon Realm about the throne ceremony?"
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At this moment, in the Moon Realm, inside the Crazy Theater.
Valk, the mad jester, who was sitting in the VIP seat and dozing off while watching a play called "The Moment of the Stars", suddenly woke up with a start.
She jumped up from the purple velvet cushion in an extremely exaggerated manner, and firmly grasped the chandelier on the ceiling, with an expression of disbelief on her face.
Almost at the same time, the butler "Reason" in a suit and a mustache appeared at her feet. He looked up at his master who was spinning on the chandelier and said in a steady tone:
"Master, I just received news that Ms. Ai'er..."
Valk loosened his grip on the chandelier and floated back to the ground as light as a feather.
"I already know that."
As she spoke, her left eye kept flashing red, and the shadows of countless threads of fate flickered in it.
"She's really bold . Isn't she afraid that we'll all be doomed?"
Valk frowned slightly and then suddenly laughed wildly:
"But it's interesting enough. I can't wait to know what crazy things the other 'newborns' will do. Hahahahaha..."
Hearing his master's dangerous words, the butler "rationally" immediately asked:
"Do we need to use the backup plan we previously arranged within the empire to prevent the disaster from taking over?"
"No! Are you crazy?!"
Valk looked at Reason with wide eyes.
"At a time like this, it would be fun to create more trouble for those friends who want to stop the 'disaster'!"
As she said this, all the Moon Realm monsters on the various stages inside the Crazy Theater, which had been performing various dramas to restore history in eternity, stopped. They took off their painted skins one after another, revealing their true appearance.
Then, they followed their demon generals, wearing colorful and exaggerated decorations, like a carnival parade, beating gongs and drums all the way, and walked out of the theater in a mighty manner. They were divided into six groups and ran in six different directions.
As for the destination, it was the territories of several other Void Kings.
"Master, what are you doing?"
"Reason" was horrified. What he was doing now was no less than declaring war on those Void Kings of the Moon Realm at the same time.
"Trust me, it's more fun this way."
There was a mysterious smile on Valk's face.
"But you knew the consequences of letting Disaster ascend the throne, so you chose to support him to become the fourteenth king. Why are you doing that now..."
"Reason" advised again.
"In the end, there's no way that Disaster will be able to ascend the throne alive, right? So before that, we still have to make this matter more interesting by creating many variables."
Valk replied cheerfully.
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The Moon Realm, the Fortress of Natural Selection.
This is a place that is boiling like a furnace. The scorching heat waves spread everywhere like steam, and the air smells like a mixture of blood and burning metal.
In this giant fortress that seemed to be roughly cast from metal at once, every corner was filled with roars, screams, the clanging of weapons, and the sound of flesh being torn apart.
And in the deepest part of this fortress, there is a blood-red throne made up of countless twisted and smelted weapons, and on it sits a burly figure surrounded by flames and blood.
At the foot of the throne steps, a mighty giant wearing brass armor covered with spikes was kneeling on the ground trembling with fear.
Its originally hideous and distorted face was now covered with beads of sweat.
This high-level Moon Realm monster, as a member of the Dead Blood King's scroll clan, may even be promoted to a demon general. Even if it is soaked in magma, it is impossible for it to sweat even a little.
Now it was all black and sweating simply because of fear.
Brand, the Blood King, can only have three emotions.
Angry, very angry, and extremely angry.
And when she was extremely angry, even if her demon generals offended her, she would crush them into pieces and send them into the forge for recasting.
Now, I brought a piece of news that would make Brand extremely angry.
"Say it again..."
The being on the throne uttered low growls and breathing sounds that sounded like they were carrying some kind of heavy pressure. This caused the Moon Realm monsters, which did not even have sweat glands, to sweat like mortals.
"Lady El...she told the disaster how to ascend the throne..."
It spoke tremblingly, but before it could finish its words, its body and the brass armor on it began to disintegrate inch by inch.
The last thing it heard before its consciousness completely disappeared was a deafening roar.
"Ah!
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At this moment, William did not know how much impact the Void King named Ironhearted Widow had caused in the entire Moon Realm after he said that.
Except for the gray-white domain of the Moon Realm belonging to the Iron-hearted Widow Ai'er, the domains of the other twelve Void Kings all experienced violent shocks of varying degrees.
The backup plans and secret agents that countless Void Kings had deployed in the mortal world were activated at this moment. Meanwhile, in the Moon Realm, countless monster armies belonging to different Moon Realm domains also began fighting based on different standpoints.
And this was just the initial ripple caused by the stone thrown by Air.
