Your Lord Has A Screw Loose?

Chapter 95: Chapter 95: Is My Sword Sharp?

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"Spatial fluctuation?" The Council President of the Silver Star Alliance stopped his governmental work, his expression filled with doubt. It was known that this place was Silver City, the headquarters of the Silver Star Alliance, fortified with a magic array capable of nullifying space, making it practically impossible for anyone to perform a space transmission within Silver City.

Of course, that was what he thought. There were no absolute certainties in this world. Qin Muye's Super Space-Time Transmission Channel could connect worlds, let alone his magic array, and aside from Qin Muye, the True Dragon Emperor, Wang Junzi, and others were also capable of doing so.

Before he could arrange for someone to investigate, he suddenly felt his heart palpitate. The next moment, a wave of fluctuation that was both familiar and foreign erupted once again, causing all the magic power and elements lingering within the entire Silver City to become wildly disordered.

"The Red Wind Calamity, this..." The Council President was both shocked and furious. After the Crimson swept through the city, countless elements and magic powers decayed and assimilated to form a massive expansion body, with terrifying radiation erupting in an instant.

The Council President looked grim and immediately used Flying Magic to swiftly escape the range of the Crimson.

"How dare a mere Wild Mage do this!!!" The Council President was roaring inside his heart. Even without looking back, he knew how terrible the catastrophe of the Crimson Element was.

Silver City was finished. The core of the explosion area had turned into red crystallization, and this crystallization continued to spread, contaminating everything it touched, be it people or objects, at the moment of contact.

After a difficult wait for the chaos to subside, half of Silver City was gone. The Council President looked ugly. He was no fool; clearly, he had been set up this time.

The other party would not attack his Silver City for no reason.

Of course, he knew that he had sent someone to the Red Wind Plain to acquire this so-called 'sword,' but his intention was not to buy a 'sword,' but to purchase technology.

In his eyes, the other party was just a Wild Mage. If willing to offer, he wouldn't mind giving the person a position on the periphery of the Silver Star Alliance. One should know that joining the Silver Star Alliance required more than just being a mage; one also needed to possess a noble status, commonly known as a noble.

Otherwise, if just any mage could join, how could they maintain the orthodoxy of their Silver Star Alliance?

Therefore, within the internal structure of the Silver Star Alliance, various factions stood, not united as one. If it had been the Silver Star Alliance from before they moved out of the Red Wind Plain, the academic atmosphere would indeed have been strong. But since moving away, a large influx of external powers had caused many things to change.

At this moment, the thoughts of the Council President were spinning rapidly in his head. This was a major event that could likely knock him from his position as Council President, so what he needed to do now was, of course, to shirk responsibility and find a scapegoat. Should he go and help people?

But before he could act upon it, he felt that the magic power within him seemed a bit off, and his nostrils also felt itchy.

He reached out a hand and noticed blood on his fingers.

"This... This is bad." He understood that the 'sword' was incredibly insidious.

The Council President could feel his thoughts turning to mush. Radiation had entered his body, and his magic power began to decay into the Crimson Element within him.

His thoughts were becoming rigid and incapable of processing, which was because his spirit, the place where magic power was stored, had begun to solidify into a Crimson Element Crystal.

This 'sword' was specifically designed to attack magic. The stronger the heroes and troop types on the Magic Continent, the larger their magic power, the more severe the damage the groups suffered.

A Crimson Invasion did not cause widespread damage like explosives, as this 'sword' targeted energy more than anything. Placed in the Magic Continent, it was formidable, but if it were in a Magicless World, it would probably be no more than a firework show, not even a sound to be heard.

It was similar to the essence of the Crimson Source-overwhelmingly powerful in an energy- filled environment but entering a dormant period once cut off from energy.

That was the difference between energy and people.

As the Crimson continued to decay and assimilate a large amount of elements and magic power, the entire Silver City changed its colors, soaked into a crystallized city by the Crimson, and continued to emit a radiation that made all Magic Creatures tremble.

Observers from powers who had come from afar felt their hearts palpitate; such a 'sword' was terrifyingly potent.

The Silver Star Alliance was not just any power. Before the True Dragon Emperor and other lords existed, claiming it as the number one force on the Magic Continent might not have been an exaggeration. Moreover, being the headquarters of the Silver Star Alliance, Silver City's defenses were certainly much stronger.

Yet now, it had first been crippled by the True Dragon Emperor and then annihilated by the 'sword' of Qin Muye, leaving only a few remnants.

However, this also served to test the 'sword' for them, which was a good thing—at least it could shut up those at home who had been contemptuous of it.

For them, the decline of the Silver Star Alliance was indeed a case of shared misfortune among allies, but it also indirectly proved that their own forces were entirely capable of partaking in the spoils of such a behemoth.

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"So, Mr. Mage, pardon us for not seeing you out," Black Hand issued the eviction order.

The old mage standing beside him felt beads of sweat forming on his forehead, and the proud-looking young man next to him, although unsure what had happened, also understood that the situation had changed.

Otherwise, his teacher would not have such an expression.

"I... I..." the old mage stammered, trying to say something. But the thought of the erupting Crimson left him at a loss for words. He could be certain that Silver City was no more.

The Silver Star Alliance wasn't just a coalition of mages now, but a tool for the nobles to maintain their rule, as well as the political and monopoly center.

Yet the enemy had eliminated them with such lawlessness, something not even the True Dragon Emperor dared to do; he only required them to bleed profusely and pay a hefty price. Because as a political center, there were just too many connections involved.

"I have urgent matters to attend to and cannot see you out. Someone, show our guests the door," Black Hand said in a gentle tone, but the words conveyed his dissatisfaction with the old mage.

His dismissal was already so evident, yet here he was, still equivocating-did he really think that without the Silver Star Alliance he could still be considered significant?

Four Frenzy Blood Spirit Monsters stepped forward, the implication clear-if you do not leave, we will throw you out.

The old mage quickly regained his composure, "Within Silver City are princes and princesses

from various kingdoms, as well as heirs sent by Great Nobles to study; even a majority of nobles from those kingdoms have held positions there. By destroying Silver City, you are

making enemies of the entire Magic Continent."

"Hmm, you are absolutely right. But can the capitals of those kingdoms and the territories of the nobles withstand even a few 'swords'?" Black Hand didn't care about political

suppression or resource sanctions.

Did he really think those kingdoms would seek revenge for the Silver Star Alliance? Maybe

they had long been suffering under it. Revenge was out of the question; they were more likely to kick them while they were down.

Besides, why would they offend a power capable of wiping out the Silver Star Alliance with a single 'sword' for no reason?

If they couldn't even stand against the Silver Star Alliance, why would they stake their power and lives for it? They might as well kill themselves by running headfirst into a wall, or have their subordinates do it for them.

The old mage almost choked on his breath at Black Hand's words. He was about to retort when suddenly two Frenzy Blood Spirit Monsters pinned him to the ground, and the young

mage was treated likewise.

"What time is it, and you still can't understand your position? Throw them out," Black Hand snorted coldly. The old fool was too used to high positions, truly believing Black Hand would

listen to his every word.

"Let me go, 'thirty years in the east, thirty years in the west; do not bully the poor just because you can'!" the young mage, pinned to the ground, had veins popping on his forehead.

These words even shocked Black Hand.

But soon, he calmed down: "Kill them, both old and young. Chop them to pieces and burn

their bones to ash. When the time comes, let Tian Qi take the Book of the Gospel and give

these two a proper send-off."

Hearing this, both the old mage and the young mage were even more shocked. Weren't they about to be thrown out just moments ago? How did it become so ruthless all of a sudden?

Just like that, each Frenzy Blood Spirit Monster struck, decapitating them. Two held their heads while the other two dragged their bodies out.

"Ah, it's also my first time encountering someone who dares to threaten an enemy right in their stronghold so openly-it forced my hand to kill them," Black Hand had now seen what could be called bizarreness.

Anyone with a bit of sense would keep quiet at a time like this. If they didn't eliminate them in advance, what if in thirty years' time, the tables turned?

So naturally, it was better to kill them at once and ensure that they wouldn't become Undead after death. Otherwise, if they returned as Headless Knights or Corpse Witches for revenge, wouldn't that invite trouble?