Chapter 561: The Final Battle, the Fall of the Kingdom of
Bass, Monica’s Thoughts
Translator: Dragon Boat Translation Editor: Dragon Boat Translation
The next day.
With tremendous momentum, a million-strong army marched towards the city of Kaiserven, located upstream along the Eiben River.
Their morale was exceptionally high.
Many soldiers frequently glanced at the young man standing atop the giant octopus, his figure tall and upright.
Yesterday, they witnessed this young man using colossal waves to destroy the Eiben Fortress that blocked them for two days, making it easy for them to conquer it. The colossal octopus, resembling a mountain, had sunk an entire enemy fleet right before their eyes.
With such a powerful ally, confidence surged within every heart.
Sensing the soldiers’ soaring morale, Monica felt quite satisfied. The army’s spirit was at its peak. She gazed at the figure atop the giant octopus’s head, her eyes revealing a trace of joy.
It was essential to build a strong connection between Ji Chen, the Crown of the Ocean, and Lienhardt, as such a young and formidable individual needed to be brought closer to her objectives.
In this world, powerful individuals were always a scarce resource. Failing to act promptly might lead to regrets when other forces moved in.
While the Lienhardt Army advanced with great vigor, the city of Kaiserven was in a state of chaos.
They received news of the fall of the Eiben Fortress, with over a hundred thousand troops stationed inside it annihilated, and the fifth fleet, sent for reinforcement, completely sunk.
This news struck them like thunder on a clear day, leaving the people in the city filled with anxiety. Even this seemingly impregnable fortress, their last line of defense, was breached. With no reinforcements in sight, Kaiserven City would likely fall to the enemy’s iron hooves soon.
Many commoners and nobles sought to escape under the cover of night but were met with the King’s orders to seal all city gates, preparing for a last stand.
In a sense, King Bass showed a certain resolve, embodying the grand tragedy of a kingdom’s downfall alongside its ruler.
However, as the soldiers of Bass fortified the city walls and defenses, preparing for a desperate struggle, a heinous massacre unfolded within the royal court of the Bass Kingdom.
Thousands of Deceivers, wearing iron masks, mercilessly wielded their blades, slaughtering everyone within the palace.
No matter if it was the king’s concubines or maids, none were spared.
The palace guards had long been dispatched under the pretext of reinforcing the city’s defenses, leaving the entire court defenseless. The towering palace walls and castle concealed everything happening within.
Within the vast castle, the obese King of Bass ran down the long corridor, his expression filled with terror. Behind him, an individual with a silver mask wielded a bloodied blade, trailing him deliberately, their eyes cruel and mocking.
The King’s gaze was met with the same indifference as one would look at a pig destined for slaughter.
Even though the King felt exhaustion to the extreme, he dared not stop, for he knew that once he did, the blade would pierce his body without mercy.
However, as he passed by a set of doors, his foot stumbled over a raised threshold, causing him to fall abruptly to the ground. His mind went blank for an instant, and by the time he regained his senses, the sound of footsteps behind him was dangerously close.
A look of sorrow and anger appeared on the king’s face. “I’ve done everything you asked. Why do you still want to kill me?”
Ever since this group of masked individuals poisoned and controlled him, he was forced to obey them, even launching a full-scale war against Lienhardt to save his own life.
Now, as the enemy approached the gates of Kaiserven City, they were turning against him, seeking to eliminate him and conceal their sinister plot.
The silver-masked Deceiver sneered. “You’ve been obedient, but you know too much. Leaking information would not bode well for our organization.”
Desperation filled the king’s face as he pleaded, “I can join you, leave with you, and I won’t be a threat anymore.”
“Perhaps that could be a solution?”
Unexpectedly, the silver-masked Deceiver began to consider the offer, raising the king’s hopes. Quietly, the king reached behind his back and retrieved a dagger.
“I also know many secrets of the Bass Kingdom. Even after the kingdom’s fall, 1 can join you with the remaining soldiers under the banner of restoration. This way, you’ll have a more legitimate and justifiable means to establish a nation a nation solely for the Deceivers…”
As the king vividly described this enticing vision, he discreetly closed the distance. Just when he was about to enter striking range with the dagger, he saw a mocking glint in the silver-masked Deceiver’s eyes. A chill swept over him.
Splat!
The sound of flesh being pierced echoed, and as a heavy thud followed, the king, clutching his bleeding chest, collapsed on the ground, his pupils dilating.
The silver-masked Deceiver wiped his blade clean on the king’s clothing, sneering. “A fat pig wants to join us? Do you have the qualifications?”
However, there was no hint of joy in his expression, as an insurmountable shadow lingered in his eyes.
This time, everything had seemingly gone smoothly from the start. They successfully manipulated this foolish pig into starting a war, and with their support, the Bass Army advanced swiftly. But it all crumbled in front of Feiguang City, a defeat they had not anticipated.
Losing one step meant losing every step!
It directly resulted in decades of their efforts and investments going down the drain.
All of this could be attributed to that Glory Lord named Ji Chen!
With the return of the powerful Glory Lord Ji Chen, it seemed probable that his comrades who had embarked with the third and fourth fleets to seek divine relics in the icy wilderness might have met their demise. The divine relic, most likely in his possession, would have greatly enhanced his strength..