Chapter 193: It seems you won't have the chance to finish your last words

Upon seeing Balthasar, La Folia hoped more than anything that there was a traitor within her country who had leaked the intelligence.

After all, from a standpoint of alignment, Balthasar and the War King Domain were hostile to each other.

If they had hired him to attack the Aldegia delegation, it could only mean that the War King of Oblivion had completely made up his mind.

He was preparing to clear out the wavering Aldegia before the decisive battle began, killing the chicken to scare the monkeys.

"This is troublesome. I didn't expect the other North North North Side to react so strongly."

La Folia glanced at the guard beside her: "Justina, can you find a way to break out and send a message back to the country?"

"You're certainly relaxed, Your Highness."

Hearing La Folia's words, Balthasar, not far away, suddenly started to laugh.

"We've reached this point, and you still have the heart to worry about the state of Aldegia? Do you think I don't dare to kill you?"

"That's right, you don't dare to kill me."

Glancing at the two petite figures behind Balthasar, La Folia said with a certain tone.

"Those two beside you are the Flame-Haired Night Lords that seal the Fourth Progenitor's familiars, aren't they?"

"With such a weapon of mass destruction, if you wanted to act, you would have done so long ago. You wouldn't be here having a leisurely conversation with me."

"If I'm not mistaken, our true purpose is to be bait, right?"

"...Interesting."

After hearing La Folia's words, Balthasar was silent for a moment, then a look of admiration appeared on his face.

"It seems I truly underestimated you before."

The main task the War King of Oblivion gave him was indeed not to shoot down the Aldegia delegation.

Or rather, that was just a North North North Side benefit.

The reason for doing so was primarily to use them as bait to lure out the Fourth Progenitor or those connected to the Fourth Progenitor.

Before the real target arrived, he truly could not kill La Folia, to prevent the other party from abandoning the idea of a rescue.

However...

"Your Highness, there is one thing you might have gotten wrong."

A mocking look suddenly appeared on Balthasar's face.

"As for the people needed to serve as bait, you alone are enough."

"As for the others... Number Five, they are yours."

Rumble~!

A massive peal of thunder rang out. La Folia and the others looked up in the direction of the sound, discovering that the sky had been covered in pitch-black storm clouds at some unknown point.

Golden electric arcs flickered within them, and vast magical power fluctuations erupted continuously from the clouds, asserting their presence.

"Oh no!"

La Folia's pupils contracted, and for the first time, a panicked expression appeared on her face.

"Everyone! Quickly..."

Boom—! Boom—! Boom—!

Before La Folia could finish her sentence, the lightning in the sky had already finished charging.

Amidst the continuous roaring, dozens of golden bolts of lightning descended in unison, locking onto the guards surrounding La Folia.

"Oh my, oh my~ What a pity."

Just as La Folia's heart plummeted to the bottom and her eyes were filled with despair, a flippant voice suddenly rang out beside her ear.

"It seems I have no choice but to act early."

Boom—!

An invisible aura exploded in front of La Folia, rushing head-on to collide with the lightning falling from the sky.

The deafening roar and the terrifying ripples of magical power vanished in that instant.

It was as if an eraser had been dragged across a drawing; the world, which had been churning with wind and clouds a second ago, fell into silence.

After a long while, La Folia was the first to regain her senses, her green eyes looking at the man who had appeared before her.

"Are you... the Fourth Progenitor?"

"Let's not use questions at a time like this."

Lin Que smiled: "You are a diplomatic mission coming to see me, after all. Surely you don't even know what I look like?"

"No, I do know what you look like."

La Folia calmed down: "It's just that I didn't expect you to appear here."

"Because I received news that the Aldegia diplomatic mission had been attacked and lost contact."

Lin Que looked at Balthasar not far away: "Regardless of anything else, you are all here to visit me."

"Daring to attack you is a sign of disrespect to me. Naturally, I have to see who has the guts to do such a thing."

"You came after receiving the news?"

Hearing Lin Que's words, Balthasar's heart sank, and his expression turned serious.

From the moment the Aldegia delegation was attacked and crashed, to Lin Que appearing to save them.

The entire process had taken only a few minutes.

If the other party had truly rushed over to save them after receiving the news, then this efficiency was truly astonishing.

"No wonder the War King of Oblivion's people kept emphasizing that I should be careful of your space magic. There is indeed a reason for it."

"Do you have anything else to say?"

Scanning the surroundings, a smile appeared on Lin Que's face.

"In exchange for you traveling thousands of miles to deliver your head to me, I'll give you one more minute to say your last words."

"Your Majesty, the Fourth Progenitor, I don't think our relationship needs to be so absolute."

Balthasar clapped his hands, calling out all the Flame-Haired Night Lords who had been hiding in the shadows.

"As the price for acting as the vanguard, the three great Progenitors handed over all the Flame-Haired Night Lords in their possession to me."

"Now I have eleven Flame-Haired Night Lords in my hands. Plus the Number Twelve in your hands, the Fourth Progenitor's familiars are now complete."

"As long as you are willing to agree to one request of mine, I can unconditionally give these eleven Flame-Haired Night Lords to you. How about that?"

"Not interested."

Lin Que let out a scoff: "After I kill you, I can get them all the same."

"Your Majesty, the Fourth Progenitor, things might not be as simple as you think."

A layer of transparent gemstone crystals emerged on Balthasar's body, enveloping him.