Chapter 230: The Gods Have Forsaken Us

"Stand up!"

Selimu's voice echoed in the quiet passage, but those monsters remained prostrate on the ground, motionless.

The scene was a bit awkward for a moment!

This made Her Majesty the Queen lose some face, but soon Selimu had a flash of inspiration and thought of something. An ancient and obscure word was spoken from her mouth.

*Swish! *

The monsters stood up in unison.

The monsters' sudden movement made the soldiers step back in unison again, and some with poor psychological quality had already tripped over their own feet and fallen to the ground.

But the monsters didn't attack anyone, just stared straight at Selimu before them with empty and strange eyeballs.

Selimu nodded with satisfaction; she was right.

These monsters had no intelligence and couldn't understand human language. They feared and respected her for some unknown reason, so she could use magic language with spiritual power to control them.

She had never seen these monsters before. Selimu thought and thought; the only change in her was that after her bloodline power was stripped away, she was re-granted the Blood Clan bloodline by that hateful man. So... these monsters were cultivated by that guy, and they could obey her because the bloodline power she re-obtained must have that man's aura.

Thinking of this, Selimu's face couldn't help but flush.

Seeing the strange eyes of the Lionheart Guard soldiers around her, Selimu knew it wasn't the time to be dazed. She turned to the captain who was still guarding behind her and said: "From now on, you are the commander of the Lionheart Guard! Gather all the soldiers and follow me back to the palace!"

The captain looked pleasantly surprised and answered loudly: "As you command, Que... Queen Majesty!"

……

The palace, the magic mirror that had been moved to His Majesty the King's bedchamber.

The runes on the magic mirror's frame suddenly took on a dark red luster, and countless black mists pulsed on the mirror frame like blood vessels.

The purple light spots in the center of the mirror surface began to collapse silently, tearing a jagged crack on the mirror surface with every rotation. Thick black mist seeped out from the cracks, and wherever it passed, the brick floors shattered.

"Crack!"

The first rune exploded into powder, followed by spiderweb-like cracks exploding across the entire mirror frame. The purple vortex had expanded to the height of a person, and asphalt-like tentacles extended from the edges, greedily licking the air.

The crisp sound of floor tiles bursting continued—the foundation of the entire palace was trembling.

Screams exploded from the end of the corridor. A team of guards had just rushed into the hall when they were pierced through the chest by bone claws reaching out from the vortex. Black mist wrapped around broken bones and internal organs and rolled back into the depths of the vortex, leaving only a few pieces of armor fragments to fall to the ground with a *clang*.

Vaulted stone carvings fell one after another. Baixue, attracted by this huge change, hurriedly began to organize everyone to evacuate. It was clear that Baixue had grown over these past few days.

As the shape gradually formed in the vortex, the outline of the horns inside—it was clearly the thorn crown totem of Beiliya, one of the Seven Lords of Hell!

"Boom!"

The moment the purple vortex tore through the dome, asphalt-like tentacles surged out first, grinding the nearest stone pillars into powder.

Countless devils from hell rushed out of the portal.

Screaming banshees wrapped in sulfur smoke swooped down, lava hounds smashed through floor tiles and crawled out from the cracks, and hell knights with acid dripping from their horns charged in formation, stepping on the remains of the guards.

Beiliya's goat skull had squeezed out more than half of its body, and the vengeful spirits wrapping around its horns turned into thousands of locust-like magic shadows. Wherever they passed, the flesh and blood of the living were stripped away, and the white bones ignited with green fire before they could even fall to the ground.

The entire castle fell apart in the sulfur storm, with only screams and the roars of devils intertwined into a web under the blood-colored sky.

A noble girl's whalebone skirt hoop got stuck in the archway iron fence. When the sulfur rain burned through her hair bun, the servants were tearing at the pearl-encrusted skirt pleats; a lame noble ran wildly with a silver cane, the ruby-encrusted cane head tripping a fleeing servant, who was then trampled into the blood mud along with the broken fingers and silver cane in the next second; a mother holding an infant jumped into the drainage ditch, the shattered milk jug splashing milky white waves.

The entire city was like a destroyed anthill, with crowds fleeing in the opposite direction of the palace, followed by the cruel laughter of devils and the miserable wails of people!

Baixue tried to push away the toppled statue, the sulfur rain scorching her blonde hair. The guards raised their shields to form a triangular formation, the banshees' swoops were repelled, but more ghouls crawled out from the ground cracks.

She dragged the lame old man over the stone railing. Under her torn silk gloves, her charred fingers still gripped the silver cane that had once tripped the fleeing person.

The crowd knocked over her tattered cloak, and the hell gate at the end of Rose Street had already begun to devour the clock tower spire.

The ghouls lunged, and the old man's leg was torn off instantly. If it weren't for the timely rescue by the guards, Baixue would also have perished in the monsters' mouths.

"Princess, please leave here, we can't hold them off!"

It turned out that the guards had already discovered that three hell knights had gathered at the street entrance and were charging toward them.

Just at the critical moment, a brilliant golden pillar of light appeared out of thin air, enveloping the three hell knights. It was Aoruilian and Nie Yingying who had rushed back from the Emerald Forest Sea.

Watching the hell knights melt into fly ash within the golden pillar of light, Aoruilian frowned and asked: "What is going on? Why did it become like this?"

Baixue, who had escaped death, was also full of confusion, unable to figure out the situation.

"Why save her?"

Nie Yingying asked in confusion after using her Shadow Dagger to kill a banshee in mid-air.

"Aren't we on the Queen's side?"

"I don't know either, how strange!" Aoruilian shook his head in confusion, but he immediately threw the matter to the back of his mind: "But it counts as a good thing, a bumper harvest of entries!"

He immediately turned the Sun God Spear in his hand into a golden divine bow and began to snipe at the devils from hell.

Aoruilian had always wondered why there were so few opportunities to obtain entries in this legendary plot world; now he finally understood.

It was just a pity that although the entries from hell were high-level enough, they basically didn't fit his 【Sun Knight】 usage, but selling them for a good price in the future would definitely be no problem.

Not to mention the Travelers who were like fish in water, the people of Mingxing Cheng were in big trouble; the devils were spreading and ravaging rapidly, and people were screaming and crying!

Just at this moment of utter despair, countless strange and ferocious monsters suddenly emerged from the ruins of the castle. These monsters seemed to be formed by the corruption of flesh and blood and plants, making people feel severely physically uncomfortable just by looking at them.

Despair appeared in the eyes of the people of Mingxing Cheng.

This—is this divine punishment? Have the gods forsaken the great Rhine Kingdom? ===== CHAPTER 231 =====