Chapter 2095 - Visiting Rodu Palace

Chapter 2095 Visiting Rodu Palace

Noya was very upset. The Buddha jumps over the wall that had been through the ice cave and braved the ancient corpses with him actually sacrificed itself amidst the battle…

However, the good news was that Boss Mag promised to make another one for him when they got back.

There was probably nothing better than to be able to leave that icy plain, return to the large city full of beautiful ladies on the streets, and even have a piping hot meal.

Mag brought Noya and Merante back to Rodu, back to that house they stayed at.

He naturally would not have time to make the Buddha jumps over the wall for them. It seemed like he could only reward them with two packs of instant noodles.

"Instant… noodles? This name sounds rather evil?" Noya observed the mysterious pack of food while squatting by the table.

"Do you know how to cook?" Merante rolled a stick for himself and smoked as he glanced at Noya. "Boss Mag says that you do not need to know how to cook to eat instant noodles. You just have to boil water, and pour everything in this packet into a bowl. After that, pour some hot water, and wait for a while," Noya replied, and started cooking.

Five minutes later, the two of them, with a bowl in each of their hands, gulped the soup down, and even licked the bowl clean. "To think that I am so good at cooking. It was all wasted talent," Noya exclaimed as he put his bowl down.

"If you had had this skill in the past, we wouldn't have had to starve in the wild." Merante passed Noya two chestnuts.

Noya cupped his face, and said with grievance, "Grandpa, this is my newly developed skill." "You will have a chance to use it." Merante continued smoking.

"But, Grandpa, what should we do now? We can't defeat that Cthulhu," Noya said after he kept the silverware.

In the past, he had been very confident, and had wanted to go devil-hunting with his grandpa. Now, he knew how scary the devil was, and had lost all his fighting spirit.

This was not an opponent of their level. Even if the devil did not do anything, he could not kill it, either.

"Boss Mag went to seek an alliance with the other races. The Ghost Clan can also play its part." Merante placed his cigarette down. "If Cthulhu were to take control of the entire Norland Continent, everything would be gone."

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Mag made 10 copies of the photostone, and sent it to the hands of the people in power at the various tribes through Chaos City.

After that, he went straight to the Rodu's palace with Irina.

The purple-striped griffin hovered in mid-air outside the palace, and let out a long howl. Immediately, the aura of more than 20 powerhouses came out from within the palace. There were also countless powerhouses rushing over from the center of Rodu.

Multiple defense spell formations were put up, guarding the multiple palace halls.

In an instant, the palace was in battle mode.

Immediately, Mag and Irina were targeted.

The sudden appearance of Alex and Irina outside the palace took all the powerhouses in Rodu by surprise.

"Alex! What matter do you have here so late in the palace?" a powerful voice shouted from the city wall.

Mag looked at the armored general at the city wall, and said loudly, "Marshal Dominic, I need to see King Andre. This concerns the Norland Continent's safety. Please pass the message to him."

"Sure. Please hold on while I get my man to report this to his Majesty," Dominic replied, and instructed his subordinate to report the matter.

Hundreds of 9th-tier and 10th-tier powerhouses started arriving, standing in formation outside the palace. They watched the purple-striped griffin, as well as the two legendary silhouettes on the griffin's back, warily.

The two parties were at a silent standstill.

Rodu palace was the safest place on the Norland Continent. No matter how strong Alex was, he would never be able to barge into the palace.

Even if there were more than 20 powerhouses present in the Roth Empire, they were not confident of capturing Alex and Irina outside the palace.

"His Majesty has ordered to invite Alex and Irina into the palace!"

Not long later, a voice echoed from within the palace.

"Open the palace gates," Dominic commanded.

The palace doors opened slowly, and the guards standing at the door turned to their side to make way.

The purple-striped griffin landed.

Mag and Irina hopped off the griffin, and walked into the palace.

Dominic led multiple 10th-tier powerhouses down to welcome Mag and Irina.

"Follow me," Dominic said as he walked in front, and led the two into the depths of the palace.

Six 10th-tier powerhouses followed closely behind them, constantly wary of the two of them.

Mag was silent. The decision had to be made by Andre. To prevent unnecessary panic, it would be best for fewer people to know about it.

The group walked through the long palace corridors, and finally stopped outside a palace hall.

"Marshal Dominic, Alex, and Irina, please!" the official at the door said in a loud voice.

Dominic walked into the hall first.

Mag and Irina exchanged glances before following him in.

This was a meeting hall. It was where Andre would discuss matters with his subordinates. Back then, Alex was a regular here too.

Mag's night visit caused the hall to be brightly lit. However, there was only Andre sitting on the master seat.

The moment Mag entered the hall, he was locked onto by multiple powerhouses.

Mag glanced at the shadow behind Andre. He furrowed his brows, but quickly regained his composure.

Dominic sat to the left of Andre.

"Alex, Irina, please take a seat," Alex said with a smile as he motioned for them to take a seat.

Mag and Irina sat in the last row of seats.

"What matter do the two of you have at such wee hours?" Andre asked Mag. "This is what we experienced today in the snowy plain in the extreme north of the Roth Empire. Your Majesty, please take a look." Mag pulled out a photostone. Andre raised his hand, and an attendant walked over quickly to retrieve the photostone from Mag's hand. After that, he played it with the apparatus in the meeting hall. This was a video Mag told the System to record down during his battle. The video captured images of the ancient corpses that had vanished from the underground cavern, his battle with Rankster, as well as Cthulhu crawling up from beneath the ice, commanding countless ancient corpses to launch an attack on them.

"This?!"

Andre's and Dominic's expression changed when they saw the footage.

Dominic even sprang right up from his chair.

"This… What is this?!" Andre's voice was trembling. Although it was just footage, the unknown gel-like organism covered in scales was still an impactful image. He could even feel the fear from deep within his soul.

"This is Cthulhu, a devil from hell. It is a monster that has escaped the seal at Golden Dragon Island and cannot be killed," Mag introduced calmly.

"It controlled those ancient corpses? To make them fight for it?" Dominic asked Mag.

"Yes. It used some way to control these ancient corpses, and made them maintain 50 to 60% of their powers from when they were alive. On top of that, these ancient corpses were fearless, and would abide by all commands." Mag nodded.

Dominic's expression turned grave. As the marshal of the empire, he knew very clearly what such ghost soldiers meant. No matter how elite the empire's cavalry was, he was unable to ensure that every soldier would be fearless, and would abide by all commands.

Andre had regained his composure as he asked Mag, "Are they heading south?"

"I think it did not revive these dead souls to throw them a party in the icy plains," Mag said with a smile.

"…" Andre.

"It seems your previous conjecture was right. The seal beneath Golden Dragon Island was related to Rankster. He had already sold his soul to the devil," Dominic said solemnly, and had a hint of pity in his eyes.

Heroes would appreciate each other. As the other party was one of the strongest in this world, Dominic had a rather good impression of Rankster.

However, judging from the footage before, Rankster did lose himself, and turned into the devil's puppet.

"Rankster still has a hint of consciousness. He has yet to be fully under control," Mag retorted. However, he did not mention Elizabeth.

"If the devil brings the army of the dead down south, what would you do?" Andre asked Mag.

"If the dead souls and the army of the dead head south, they will first head to the Roth Empire. That is unavoidable." Mag looked at Andre. "I am here to notify you to be prepared for the battle and not be caught off-guard."

Andre watched Mag for a while, but he did not speak further.

"You want me to defeat the devil and army of the dead solely with the power of the Roth Empire alone?" Andre said with a frown.

"If you can't, the Roth Empire will definitely be the first to be wiped out." Mag nodded.

Dominic fell silent. The road down south from the northern highlands to the Roth Empire would get increasingly flat.

If the devil and its army of the dead wanted to go down south, their only choice would be to start from the Roth Empire.

The Roth Empire had no choice at all.

Andre's expression turned solemn. He said, "Then what will happen after the Roth Empire is wiped out? Can the other races be spared?"

Mag looked at him calmly, and said, "This is actually not what I should be thinking about. Even if I wished to connect all races to form an alliance against the devil and the army of the dead, the final decision would still ultimately fall on the hands of you people in power."

"You should know better than anyone how this would affect the fate of the entire Norland Continent!" Andre said as he looked into Mag's eyes.

Mag asked, "Do you think the different races would send their troops to help the Roth Empire fend off the devil and the army of the dead if there was no peace accord?"

"Are you threatening me?"

"No. I am just telling you that there is no point in threatening me at a time like this." Mag pointed at the final image of Cthulhu on the screen, and said, "If you think that the Roth Empire alone can handle this fellow, this world will be yours."

Andre looked at Mag and fell silent. Evermore silent.

Mag looked at him calmly, and did not speak further, either.

Dominic broke the silence as he stood up, and told Andre, "Your Majesty, we need the help of the various races."

As the marshal of the empire and the commander of the three military forces, he had to clearly tell His Majesty what kind of situation and enemy the empire was facing.