EBE Chapter 211 What does it mean for a fortress to fly?
Chapter 211 What does it mean for a fortress to fly?
Chapter 211 What does it mean for a fortress to fly?
Erwin's face froze instantly, the light in his handsome eyes vanished, and his whole demeanor turned somber.
"Your disguise can't fool me. Don't put on that act in front of me; it just makes me feel disgusted."
Modi's words were cold and blunt, revealing a strong sense of rejection.
"Now, reveal your true purpose, ghoul."
Erwin took a step back, his smile gradually fading, his expression becoming extremely serious. A few seconds later, he suddenly chuckled softly again.
"How did you find out?"
The foundation on her face peeled off, and her skin began to melt, dripping black liquid onto the ground, corroding it into pits and making a hissing sound.
"Appearance, smell, movements, expression... To ensure I wouldn't be discovered, I even tasted her flesh and blood bit by bit, believing my disguise was flawless and impossible to detect."
In the blink of an eye, she transformed from a beautiful young girl into a hideous undead creature.
With gel-like skin, a protruding jaw, and a canine-like appearance, its eyes occasionally flash with a ghostly green light... This is a ghoul that has made no attempt to disguise itself.
Albert's eyes widened in disbelief; the person lying next to him in bed was a rotting ghoul.
The thought of this made him want to take off his pants on the spot and check if his lower body was infected and rotting.
"Your outward appearance may be perfect, but you've overlooked one thing: your soul."
Modi remained indifferent, neither overreacting to the other party's appearance nor showing any shock at the other party's status as an immortal.
"I can smell the rot in your soul from a great distance."
"I see, it was my oversight."
Erwin grinned, and the viscous liquid in his mouth stretched into a string.
"I come here with the same goodwill as the Frost Tower Mage Academy. Our Deeplands hopes to establish friendly relations with your esteemed sect and to maintain a non-interference in each other's affairs..."
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"Wait," Mordy interrupted her, "Let's get straight to the point. Your purpose in coming here is definitely more than just this."
"Alright, alright, what an impatient man." Elwin curled his lip. "Actually, we want to exchange goods with your esteemed church, to make some special deals," such as trading mushrooms for some people you don't need.
She believed that even the leader of the Blood God Cult would be tempted by this deal.
As a specialty of the secluded regions, tobacco mushrooms, a unique crop, are sought after by many nobles, mages, and even clergy in the mortal world.
Simply dry it, grind it, and mix it with some special spices. When you light the finished product and inhale it, it can not only aid in meditation and prayer, but also produce a certain kind of pleasure.
Not many people can resist trying it once.
The Blood God Cult must be the same. As a major sect that occupies almost the entire Northern Territory, the Blood God Cult must also have a large number of lower-class people that it cannot deal with, which are what the Deeper Region needs.
No matter how you look at it, this is a worthwhile deal, and the leader of the Blood God Cult, who is also a divine saint, will surely agree to it.
Little did she know that Modi in front of her had already clenched his fists.
What are tobacco mushrooms? To put it bluntly, they're on par with opium.
It not only damages the body, but also creates a mental illusion that makes users addicted.
Once you get hooked on this stuff, it will probably be difficult to quit for most of your life.
Exporting mushrooms was also a major means by which the Deep Realm corrupted the surface world. During his conquest of the North, he hanged countless nobles who had been tainted by this substance.
Not to mention, this ignorant ghoul dared to propose exchanging people for mushrooms in front of him. Wasn't this undermining his foundation and ruining his country's fate?
Certain fragments etched into his DNA stirred, and Modi's senses towards the Deeplands plummeted to rock bottom. He forced a smile and asked, "Is this the idea of the entire Deeplands? Or just the idea of a few families or factions?"
"Of course, it's the entire Deeplands. You might not know, but we've already integrated into one entity some time ago." Elwin puffed out his chest, seemingly quite proud of it.
But the next moment, Mo Di's words almost made her heart, which had been stopped for a long time, beat again.
"I see. It seems a large-scale purge of the Deeplands needs to be planned."
The atmosphere plummeted to freezing point. Erwin forced a smile and said, "...What do you mean by that?"
"Literal meaning."
He exhaled a puff of icy mist, causing the temperature in the room to plummet and ice spikes to grow in many places.
He continued, "I know that due to the revival of the Aether, the Deep has recently become much stronger, and many immortals like you have emerged, but..."
In Elwin's eyes, everything around her gradually faded, leaving only a crimson red. The youth in front of her transformed into a seven-headed red dragon within the crimson, its seven heads and fourteen eyes facing her, revealing a red light that seemed ready to devour anyone who dared to cross it.
"What gave you the audacity to try and trade my people for something as worthless as tobacco mushrooms? Do you really think I'm some fat, pig-like nobleman, so easily fooled?"
The red dragon's roar was deafening, shattering Elwin's defenses and planting a seed of fear within her.
She snapped the string of reason in her mind, screamed in terror, and instinctively used the power of her immortality to spew out a stench of decay.
The putrid wind swept through the area, carrying countless germs; if left outside, it could easily cause a plague.
But before the Plague King, her last breath was like a candle flickering in the wind, about to be extinguished.
"They're all talk and no action, lacking real strength."
Modi casually threw a punch, the wind from which blasted away her putrid stench and extinguished all the germs in the wind.
Behind him, Elena, who had been watching coldly, stretched out her right hand, and her slender, fair right arm instantly transformed into a dragon claw covered in scales.
In the blink of an eye, the dragon's claws covered Elwin's face, ready to chop off her head and tail or crush her at any moment.
"Don't kill her, just throw her back into the Darklands," Modi said coldly.
Elena didn't ask any more questions. She picked up Elwin's body and unleashed a spatial expulsion dragon roar at her.
The dragon's roar will drop her to a random location in the Deeplands.
Modi planted the Karmic Fire Plague in her body, a special virus cultivated from the Karmic Fire Red Lotus. As long as it absorbs enough sins, the virus will take effect and spread.
They prefer to lurk within the souls of the most wicked and evil people, nourishing them with their sins until their souls are burned away.
Albert watched this scene in disbelief, fear like a lurking wolf, devouring all his thoughts and leaving his mind blank.
This state of mental emptiness did not last long before he heard the Blood God Cult's holy deity utter cold words once again.
"As for the Frost Tower Mage Academy, you may not understand that our positions are not equal."
Modi glanced at Albert and continued, "I know your dean has advanced to the level of an immortal and found an ancient artifact, but your bargaining chips are not enough to stop the Blood God Cult."
"How...how did you know about this?"
Albert looked surprised; he was referring to the ancient artifact, something that only a handful of people knew about.
Could it be that there's a traitor in the academy?
"It's just a simple divination technique. The divination countermeasures set up by your academy are not enough to stop my gaze."
Actually, I also stumbled upon your hidden secret.
He staggered back several steps, large beads of sweat trickling down Albert's cheeks.
"Not to mention his affair with female apprentices, he also oppressed his apprentices and delayed their graduation."
Stealing his apprentices' research findings for personal gain; using his professorship to sexually harass other female apprentices...
"Here, you would be hung on the city gate, but you are still an envoy of Frost Tower, so we can't do it."
At this point, Modi smirked, "But you can rest assured, once our army conquers Frost Tower, we will still hang you. As for now... Elena, see the guest out."
Before Albert could speak, Elena unleashed a dragon's roar, banishing him from the Ice Palace to the vicinity of the Frost Tower.
The reception room was empty again, and Mordy issued a series of instructions.
"Contact Du Yuanping and tell him that we can declare war on Frost Tower."
"Mark all entrances to the Deeplands, use your little finger to infiltrate the Deeplands, use your thumb to guard each entrance, and then use your ring fingers to seal the entrances with spells."
Elena relayed the instructions methodically, and a series of personnel changes took place in various corners of the North.
Far away in the other part of the North, in a border town near Frost Tower Academy, Du Yuanping, clad in scarlet armor, nodded.
"The divine decree has arrived: declare war on Frost Tower... What? A reason for declaring war?"
He pointed to the projected map on the table and said nonchalantly, "The reason is to annex the Frost Tower territory to make the map of our territory look better."
The adjutant glanced at the map and thought that the missing corner of the territory was indeed unsightly, so he did as instructed.
Shortly afterward, the Frost Tower Mage Academy received a declaration of war from the Blood God Cult.
"Absurd, utterly absurd!"
Dean Savor slammed his fist on the table in anger, and the precious wooden table, made of century-old ebony, was now cracked.
"Look at this declaration of war, look at this absurd reason. They simply don't take Frost Tower seriously."
"Hasn't Albert come back yet?" asked the teacher, Hampton, who was standing nearby, with a pipe in his mouth containing processed mushrooms.
With each puff, he wore an expression of rapture, clearly immersed in the experience.
"He's still not back. Forget it, let's not wait for him. Activate the Frost Tower's protective barrier right now. We absolutely cannot let those butchers break in."
Savor made his decision, and the very next second after activating the Frost Tower Barrier, he sensed an unusual energy fluctuation.
The abbot and chief mage frowned and sent Ampton outside to check the situation.
Not long after, the teacher, who was smoking a mushroom, returned looking bewildered and told the dean what he had seen and heard.
Savor was taken aback, and blurted out, "What do you mean by 'the fortress flew up'?"
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