Chapter 619 The Might of the Empress

Before long, Suren had refined the Laws of Rule from the three archmage corpses.

Although this assassination attempt was very risky, the rewards were also amazing.

Not only did it directly cripple the enemy's high-end combat power, but it also temporarily relieved the threat of invasion from the Celestial Plane. Most importantly, he had found the method of refining that had been lost for countless years.

For the entire alchemy civilization, this was a huge gain of immeasurable value.

For Suren personally, the most direct gain was the harvesting of the souls of three Rank 9 archmages.

Although for an alchemist, the law comprehension of these three archmages was not enough to reach the level of a complete Rank 9 professional.

But for his current Rank 8 combat power improvement, it was definitely a qualitative leap.

He was now able to fully understand the high-level law comprehension that had been stripped away. As long as he could completely digest these gains, he would hardly encounter rank suppression again when he encountered Rank 9 archmages in the future.

If he really encountered Rank 9 again next time, it wouldn't be as dangerous as it was today.

Moreover, the mages who could advance to Rank 9 were all exceptionally talented. They had already touched some of the thresholds, which was the real top-level power that humans could touch.

And it directly benefited Suren.

Not to mention how much his combat power had improved, at least the threshold for Alchemist Rank 9 was getting lower and lower for him.

...

While the Dawn Mercenary Group was in a fierce battle, more and more steam armored vehicles had already gathered near Clayminton, and hundreds of thousands of imperial soldiers were waiting in formation.

After a long time, there were no more terrifying combat aftershock bursts, and those onlookers in the distance knew that the fierce battle was over.

The army of the United Empire immediately gathered towards the center of the battlefield.

They wanted to confirm who the victor was.

In case the Dawn Mercenary Group's ambush had an accident, these imperial soldiers would continue to besiege and kill them. They must not let the mages from the Celestial Plane leave Clayminton.

The imperial military temporarily formed a high-combat death squad at the forefront.

This was an elite vanguard regiment composed of one Rank 8, several Rank 7s, and a group of Rank 6 professionals.

This combat power was already considered the top configuration warband anywhere in the Alchemy Plane.

But after entering the battlefield, the vanguard team felt their weakness.

Along the way, the hundreds of miles centered on Earl Russell's forest manor were almost in a mess, with mountains collapsing and rivers cut off. All kinds of chaotic law fluctuations and residual magic overflowed with terrifying corrosive energy like nuclear radiation, even through the protective clothing, they felt a fatal threat.

The vanguard team quickly rushed towards the place where the last battle was taking place.

From a long distance away, the perception-type professionals in the team discovered Suren and the others who were recovering. The previous anxiety instantly turned into surprise, and they reported on the communicator: "Commander, it's the people from the Dawn Mercenary Group! The Dawn Mercenary Group won!"

The Rank 8 commander listened, and his face was relieved.

The vanguard team members:

...

Suren and the others had naturally discovered someone approaching a long time ago, but because everyone was very tired and needed time to recuperate and recover, they didn't plan to evacuate immediately.

They also knew that it was the imperial army, and there was only one person coming, obviously to say hello. So they didn't do anything.

Before long, a burly middle-aged man appeared near the small slope where Suren and the others were resting.

Looking at the Dawn Mercenary Group members who were recuperating, the middle-aged man's expression was stern, and he gave a solemn military salute, and said in a deep voice:

Although this Rank 8 intelligence department commander could be regarded as the top of the United Empire in terms of identity or strength.

But when introducing himself, he seemed particularly humble.

After all, none of the people in front of him had a combat power lower than him. They were all real top powerhouses.

As soon as he said this, everyone in the Dawn Mercenary Group turned their attention to this senior military intelligence officer.

Even without speaking, the killing intent that hadn't completely dissipated after a great battle, the invisible aura actually made the Rank 8 in front of him feel a chill down his spine.

It seemed that if he didn't explain his intention, the aura would make people unable to stand still.

Constance twitched the corner of his eye inexplicably, and said again sonorously:

When everyone in the Dawn Mercenary Group heard this, it turned out to be a greeting from the government.

However, the Dawn Mercenary Group was originally a folk alchemy organization, and they didn't have any emotional fluctuations when listening to the official praise.

After listening, Mr. Mirror, as the leader, nodded and responded politely: "The meaning is, leave after speaking.

After the commander finished speaking, he also knew that he shouldn't stay any longer.

But he still had a task to do, hesitated for a moment, and still opened his mouth and said: "That... Her Majesty Yekaterina also asked me to ask you what you think. If possible, professional reporters will take a group photo with you later. The photo will appear in tomorrow's newspaper, and there will be detailed reports about this battle. Your victory over the powerful enemies of the Celestial Plane this time is of great significance to our United Empire and the entire Alchemy Plane. Everyone needs such a morale-boosting victory too much. Of course, Her Majesty means to see if you agree..."

Taking pictures?

Hearing this, Mr. Mirror didn't speak.

The Dawn Mercenary Group was a neutral alchemy organization, and they had no interest in getting fame by reporting in the newspapers.

But obviously, the situation was different this time.

After the plane invasion, the Alchemy Plane retreated steadily, and the low morale caused by the defeat was like a plague that destroyed not only cities and populations, but also everyone's confidence.

Only a glorious victory could change it.

Previously, many conspiracy theorists within the empire still held a skeptical attitude towards the great victory of the United Fleet in the Imperial Strait. There were also surrender factions who were publicizing that it was an official power struggle, a conspiracy, and a false battle report.

After all, no one saw the great battle at sea. It was said that eight 10,000-man mage regiments were annihilated. Who knew if there were so many cases of killing good people and taking credit on the battlefield? This was not uncommon in the old imperial era.

But this time, countless people witnessed the shocking battle in Clayminton with their own eyes.

And it left behind the battlefield and countless photos as ironclad evidence.

This kind of great victory was something that everyone could see and touch, and it was definitely something that boosted morale.

This battle also had a most important impact, that was, the Alchemy Plane was scarce in top-level professionals, so that the 10,000-man mage regiment almost swept everything, and Rank 9 archmages were also frightening.

But this time, in the battle of Clayminton, the Dawn Mercenary Group killed three Rank 9 archmages and nine Rank 8 grand magisters... This record would give everyone a firm belief in their hearts: We can defeat even the most powerful enemies! Rank 9 can also be killed!

This would give the people of the Alchemy Plane something they must have to continue to persist in future wars, that was - hope.

Thinking of this, Mr. Mirror glanced at Suren, and then glanced at the Dawn Mercenary Group.

Everyone obviously immediately understood the meaning, and nodded slightly to each other.

Seeing this, Mr. Mirror looked at the intelligence department commander opposite, and agreed:

Before long, several reporters carrying cameras were sent over in steam military vehicles.

The environment on the battlefield was very unfriendly to low-level professionals. These weak reporters wore heavy protective clothing and gas masks. But even so, it was difficult to hide the excitement they saw in their eyes.

After receiving permission, these reporters began various professional filming of the Dawn Mercenary Group.

However, Suren and Mr. Mirror did not like to show off.

So they didn't show their faces.

Everyone was wearing the Dawn Mercenary Group's gold-patterned cloaks.

With a sound, the photo was frozen.

On the war-torn battlefield, several mysterious people in gold-patterned cloaks were standing or sitting, very casually. But they were all surrounded by an invisible aura of top powerhouses. Under the cloak, in the looming divine light, there was a faint aura of contempt for the world.

Even through the photo, people could feel the strong mysterious aura coming towards them.

This was the first time they had appeared in the public eye in such a formal way.

This photo would become the spiritual belief of countless young people in the Alchemy Plane in the future to pursue the truth.

...

While the battle of Clayminton was in full swing, dark currents were also surging in the imperial capital, Lindon.

Now that the ambush plan was a foregone conclusion, those survivors of the Tianmu Cult who had been deliberately left behind were no longer needed.

And the great purge against those old nobles of the "surrender faction" who had been secretly causing trouble was also beginning.

But before that, one person must be bypassed.

That was Merlin Gregory, the number one court enchanter.

Frederick Palace, the royal study.

Secretary of War Reginald Roberts was playing chess with Master Merlin.

As the patriarch of the Roberts family, who had been a member of the Bonar royal family for hundreds of years, Reginald had a good relationship with various old nobles.

Although Merlin Gregory had advanced to Rank 9 and become the number one enchanter, he would still give this councilor face.

The two had been playing chess in the study since noon, until now.

Another new game began, and it was already late outside.

Master Merlin was not in a hurry to place the chess pieces.

He had actually guessed why he had been dragged here to play chess all day.

Because today was the day that Mr. Mirror of the Dawn Mercenary Group entered the ambush plan. As long as she stepped into Russell Manor, she would definitely die.

Once this Mr. Mirror died, the top powerhouses of the Celestial Plane would directly attack Lindon, and then the royal family and those council members would start to panic.

And he himself, a Rank 9, would be a crucial link.

Only he had the strength to stop Rank 9 archmages, and only he was qualified to negotiate with those people.

Master Merlin thought that Her Majesty the Empress was keeping him in the palace, probably thinking of protecting herself. Or maybe negotiating.

In short, he was not in a hurry.

No matter what the situation, Rank 9 combat power had already grasped enough bargaining power.

He didn't expose it, and while playing chess, he began to chat: "Old friend, we've been playing chess all day, what do you want to say..."

Reginald said lightly:

A wise light flashed across Master Merlin's eyes.

Reginald shrugged, looked at the chessboard and dropped another piece, and said:

Master Merlin listened and raised the corner of his mouth slightly, revealing an unintentional sneer.

Dealing with official business?

It must be that the battle situation in Clayminton was making Her Majesty the Empress feel a headache.

With this kind of cultivation level, his state of mind was naturally not bad. Master Merlin was not panicked at all. Since you want to drag it out, then drag it out.

Anyway, when the news came, someone would come to ask him for help.

However, just as the two were playing chess, the door of the study suddenly opened, and Yekaterina, wearing a crown, walked in.

Seeing the empire's empress walking in, Reginald quickly stood up and bowed.

Master Merlin, who was sitting opposite, also stood up, but only nodded slightly.

He was in a high position of power, and he didn't have much respect for this young empress.

Yekaterina's expression didn't change at all. She walked over and said lightly:

Saying that, she said again: "Today, something happened in the southern part of the empire. I have been dealing with things there, so I was delayed."

Almost no one knew about the ambush plan in Clayminton except Yekaterina and the intelligence department.

Even Reginald, the secretary of war, didn't know.

Although he had guessed before that the far-sighted empress in front of him must be secretly brewing some kind of big move, he had been here all day today and hadn't heard any news, so he didn't know what it was.

Hearing this, he asked: "Your Majesty, something went wrong in the south?"

Yekaterina walked to the golden chair exclusive to the empress behind the desk and sat down, and said again: "Well. A little problem. You go down first."

Hearing this, Reginald didn't say much, turned around and left the study.

Only Master Merlin was left looking at her with some suspicion.

...

Something happened in the south of the empire, it must be about the ambush.

It seemed that the Mr. Mirror had already gone to Russell Manor today.

Then the person must have been killed.

The news that the Rank 9 archmages of the Celestial Plane appeared in the hinterland of Ruin should have been spread.

But Master Merlin was very surprised that at this critical moment, Her Majesty the Empress could still remain calm.

Hehe, she had a good mentality.

Yekaterina sat in the position, took out a high-level scroll, and wrote something on it.

While writing, she asked as if very casually:

Master Merlin's eyes narrowed slightly when he heard this.

Was she trying to test him?

Forget it, there was no need to hide it anymore.

In this situation, there were not many people inside the empire who could smuggle people in.

But he was sure that even if Her Majesty Yekaterina guessed it, she would not dare to turn her face.

Master Merlin responded without showing any signs:

Saying that, he glanced at the empress who was writing at her desk.

He had to admit that this empress was the most courageous empress he had ever seen. No matter when, he could see a calm and composed aura on her body. What a pity.

Yekaterina listened and her expression remained unchanged, and said:

Master Merlin frowned slightly when he heard this.

He thought that Yekaterina was trying to build a relationship and get closer to him, and then ask him to help block those people from the Celestial Plane.

But this tone... sounded a little wrong.

He didn't understand where the wrongness came from, and he responded with official words: "Your Majesty is too kind. It's not worth mentioning that I've done this little thing for the empire. This is all because of Your Majesty's wisdom..."

Yekaterina also nodded slightly and said:

"..."

Hearing this, Master Merlin also smiled slightly, she was starting to build a relationship and get closer now?

It seemed that the situation in the south was not optimistic.

But before the smug smile in his heart could last long, the empress in front of him didn't play according to the routine.

At this time, Yekaterina also finished writing the scroll in her hand, handed it out, and said expressionlessly: "Logically, the empire should treat meritorious officials with courtesy. So Master Merlin, please sign this contract."

As soon as she said this, a semi-transparent figure suddenly appeared in the air, and then turned into a person shrouded in a cloak.

Master Merlin's pupils shrank slightly, he didn't even notice that there was someone else in the room?

What a brilliant stealth technique!

He also immediately guessed, could it be the legendary "Black Joker" of the intelligence department?

After becoming a court enchanter, he also came into contact with some top-secret information, and he didn't know that in addition to the four commanders of Black, Red, Club, and Diamond, the intelligence department also had a leader "Joker", and a deputy leader whose code name had never been seen.

But since he was exposed, Merlin didn't care after sensing it for a moment.

He was indeed not weak, but not enough to make his Rank 9 feel much threat.

The cloaked man handed over the scroll, and Master Merlin glanced at it suspiciously, thinking it was some kind of cooperation agreement.

But after seeing the terms above clearly, his pupils suddenly shrank, and anger instantly rose in his heart:

He suddenly looked at Yekaterina opposite, and asked sharply without concealing his anger:

The loyalty contract was actually another level of slavery contract!

After signing it, he must maintain absolute loyalty to the royal family.

Not to mention that he was already Rank 9, after he became a bodyguard for Prince Karl Nap at Rank 7, no one dared to ask him to sign this kind of unequal contract!

And now, she was doing this?

Merlin looked at the empress who made a stupid move, and his face turned cold: So she wanted to use this method to control him, a Rank 9?

Who gave her the courage?

Just relying on this Rank 8 "Black Joker"?

...

Releasing pressure on the empress was already a great disrespect.

But Yekaterina didn't seem to care at all.

Her expression didn't even change at all. She calmly put the quill back on the desk, and said: <1

Was she finally showing her cards?

Hearing this, Master Merlin's expression was not surprised at all, and he didn't quibble. He just asked coldly:

Since you don't want to save face, then don't blame me for being rude!

As soon as he finished speaking, the violent pressure of a Rank 9 professional instantly swept through the entire study.

The Rank 8 at his peak changed his expression suddenly, and he had already protected Yekaterina, with a look of facing a great enemy.

Master Merlin looked at it, with only a mocking smile on his face, "Just relying on this one beside you"... Yekaterina's expression was still unchanged, and she looked at the number one court enchanter without any fear, and said:

Master Merlin listened and was not surprised at all. He did not answer directly, but confidently asked:

Hearing that there were three Rank 9 archmages, he was already more than half sure in his heart.

There were currently only two Rank 9s in the entire Alchemy Plane. Besides him, there was only the seriously injured Mr. Mirror.

This time, three archmages came. No one could stop them, then Mr. Mirror...

Was bound to die!

However, the moment the triumph in Master Merlin's heart just appeared on his face, a scene that he never expected appeared.

Yekaterina seemed to see through his thoughts, and said directly: "You may be disappointed. Those people can't come to Lindon."

After a pause, she said:

What?!

Hearing this, Master Merlin was struck by lightning, and his expression froze instantly.

His first reaction was that this was a lie!

The Dawn Mercenary Group, with a seriously injured Mr. Mirror, could only be considered half a Rank 9 at most. How could she kill three archmages?

This was the most absurd joke!

However, the next moment, he looked at the empress who had been calm from beginning to end, and he was conflicted again.

Logically speaking, if Mr. Mirror was dead, then the Celestial Plane would directly approach Lindon, and this empress should be anxious about how to respond to the enemy at this time.

Where would she have the confidence to turn her face against him, the number one court enchanter?

All the signs indicated that things seemed to be different from what he thought.

Could it be... those mages from the Celestial Plane were really killed?

How was that possible!

Without ten or eight Rank 9 professionals, how could they kill three archmages?

Obviously, there must be some conspiracy in this.

Master Merlin's face was gloomy.

However, the chaotic thoughts were suppressed in an instant.

No matter what the situation was, they were all external factors.

And his own Rank 9 combat power was real.

No one in Lindon was stronger than him.

If you want to harm him, then you have to think it through!

He said again in a deep voice:

Yekaterina listened to this threatening tone, and her expression finally changed a little.

She said coldly: spreading this kind of negative news."

After a pause, she pointed to the scroll and said:

Master Merlin was so angry when he heard this that he was furious.

This was simply blatant humiliation!

Even if you are the empress, so what? Do you know what Rank 9 means?

Even a fox dares to make a lion a slave?

Where did you get the courage?

He looked at Yekaterina, and said almost gnashing his teeth: "Your Majesty, do you know what you are doing now?"

Humph!

Did you really think that you have some trump cards and can not take me seriously?

Even if those people from the Celestial Plane did not come to Lindon for some reason, he, a Rank 9, was not someone to be manipulated.

He had already made up his mind to give this foolish empress a painful lesson!

The killing intent instantly filled the study, and the rows of books on the bookshelves were shaken by the terrifying pressure and fell down, smashing onto the velvet carpet with a crash.

The pressure of a Rank 9 professional was so terrifying.

Even the Rank 8 had entered a fighting state and disappeared on the spot in an instant.

However, in this murderous atmosphere, that extremely indifferent tone from beginning to end spoke again: "I also know that you will not sign the contract so easily. But it doesn't matter, let you see where my confidence lies."

Saying that, Yekaterina, wearing a golden crown, was already surrounded by a special domain field, and finally said:

Before the words fell, the scene in the huge study suddenly changed.

The bookcases, seats, door frames... everything changed in the blink of an eye.

Became transparent and lost its boundaries.

In an instant, the surroundings turned into an endless and deep starry sky.

In that starry sky, Yekaterina was like the master of the stars, wearing a nebula gauze dress, revealing an indescribable domineering aura.

Master Merlin's face changed drastically when he saw this.

He realized that under the weak and delicate appearance of this empress, she was hiding a ridiculously strong combat power!

...

On this day, news spread that an assassin had broken into the palace and assassinated the empress, and part of the palace had collapsed.

The number one court enchanter, Master Merlin, intercepted the assassin and was seriously injured.

At the same time, news of the great victory in Clayminton came, and the whole country was greatly shaken. The news of the assassins in the palace did not cause much disturbance.

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