I'll also work hard to conquer the dungeon today.

Chapter 734, Sections 2.7 and 21: La Somésmia: The Crown

A deafening roar accompanied by dust obscuring the view revealed the collapse of the magnificent palace, which had long since crumbled under the weight of the fierce battle, exposing the pitch-black night sky above and a light veil descending like a deity looking down upon the world.

"Hand over the Destiny Tablet!" Millie said through gritted teeth, pointing her longsword at Mu Yegui.

Her misty gray hair, which had been floating in the air, gently fell down, and her long black dress swayed like a black lily blooming on a mountain.

The girl looked up at Millie and whispered, "No."

"What about the common people? Aren't you going to care about them either?" Millie put away her angry expression, and a strange smile appeared on her lips.

“My undead army is no child’s play, and the plague is no joke either. You don’t want this entire civilization to be wiped out, do you? While I’m in a good mood, hand over the Tablet of Destiny, and I might spare your lives. Otherwise…”

Millie glanced sideways at the scene outside the palace and couldn't help but smile.

Destroying that man's empire made her incredibly happy.

The timeline of ten thousand years ago and ten thousand years later has merged, and everything happening now is in the present tense. She has waited too long for this moment.

Therefore, she had to call that man out and let him see what the consequences of offending her were.

"You have to hand it in today, whether you like it or not." Millie snorted coldly, the tip of her sword striking the ground with a chilling sound.

Black mist gathered around Millie, and the uneven ground seemed to indicate that something alive was trying to hatch.

A crisp 'crack' sound of bones colliding rang out, and skeletons crawled out of the ground. Black mist gathered around the skeletons, forming their flesh, armor, and weapons, making them even more unstoppable.

"My most loyal warriors, go and reclaim the Tablets of Destiny. I permit you to kill and destroy at all costs."

Mu Yegui took a few steps back, watching the percentage of civilization integrity on the task board steadily decrease. Finally, she chose to jump off the high palace, clutching the Destiny Tablet.

There's no need to waste so much time clashing with Millie. The integrity of civilization lies in its architecture, literature, writing, and people, so all she needs to do is protect them as much as possible.

Now, in this eternal night, she must find a way to end it while protecting civilization. Only by ending the eternal night can she thwart Milly's conspiracy. And this is inextricably linked to the Tablet of Destiny; it must not be allowed to be stolen.

Now it's time to really fight and stall for time.

She kept waiting until sunrise, even though she didn't know when the sun would rise or how much longer she could hold on.

Severely lacking energy, Mu Yegui couldn't help but feel drowsy and tried to hibernate to conserve her energy, but she managed to suppress her instincts.

Mu Yegui protected the mud tablet as he ran, dodging the skeleton's attacks.

The skeletons that can keep resurrecting are unkillable, so there's no point in fighting them now. We should reunite with Zhu Yan and the others first, and then gather all the people in the city together so that we can better protect them.

Suddenly, Mu Yegui stopped in his tracks. Standing on the narrow wooden bridge in front of him was a figure much larger and more imposing than the usual skeleton soldiers, exuding a strong killing intent and intimidating power.

Her misty gray eyes swept over the skeleton soldiers charging towards her, then glanced again at the massive skeleton warrior that almost blocked the entire wooden bridge. She sighed softly, gripping the Destiny Tablet tightly with one hand and the hilt of the short sword at her waist with the other, and turned slightly to the side.

The next second, the skeleton soldier rushed in front of him, a cold, sharp edge flashing past, black blood splattering. Before the skeleton could react, Mu Yegui kicked it away.

The kicked-out skeleton soldier collided with his companion and fell to the ground. Mu Yegui appeared in front of them, stepped on their bones, and jumped into the air, charging towards the giant skeleton warrior.

The winding short sword pierced straight into the great skeleton warrior's forehead, then slashed downwards with a loud 'boom,' kicking him back towards the intersection where a large number of skeleton soldiers were running towards the wooden bridge, smashing him to pieces and finally blocking the bridge entrance.

Her fair, flawless feet landed lightly, her black skirt swaying slightly. Mu Yegui casually slid her short sword into the scabbard at her waist and walked forward without looking back.

Her long, misty gray hair floated in the air and then fell back down, faintly shimmering with a silvery light under the dim lamplight, as gentle as the bright moon.

As Mu Yegui walked forward, he pondered, "So that's how it is. While the black mist forms flesh, armor, and weapons, it also becomes the energy source that drives them. As long as the black mist is dispersed, they can lose their ability to move. It seems that Skatehe couldn't control all the skeletons at the same time, so he used this method to make them move on their own."

If that's the case, the battle ahead will be much simpler. After all, simply dispersing the black mist will stop the skeletons, and new black mist is needed for them to move again, which in a sense weakens Skatehe's power.

However, the difficulty of the battle has also increased significantly. After all, the black mist is not only the energy core for the skeletons' actions, but it can also enhance and modify them. Based on this, the amount of black mist should also vary greatly; the stronger the skeleton, the more black mist it contains, and the more difficult it is to disperse the black mist.

The problems we are encountering are increasing.

The merging of time and space ten thousand years ago and ten thousand years later has become the present tense, so perhaps the same applies to maps.

Ten thousand years ago, at the very center of the city was the Cleansing Pool, from which led to the four districts of east, west, south, and north, each connected by three wooden bridges. The Royal Palace was located in the northern district, extremely close to the Cleansing Pool, almost in a straight line, separated by a wooden bridge.

The northern district has a smaller population, mostly consisting of wealthy and powerful families. Although there may be more treasures and books there, they can be discarded if necessary.

The important areas are the East District and the South District. One is a cultural hub with schools and other institutions, while the other is a large population area where more than 70% of the population is concentrated.

With insufficient manpower and a lack of combat personnel, priority can only be given to protecting key areas, while other areas will have to be addressed depending on the situation.

Mu Yegui looked up at the raging fire in the distance. The firelight illuminated her pale, bloodless face. She listened to the various pitiful cries and screams around her, and slowly lowered her eyes.

Is this the beginning of the legendary fall of the Rasomethmitian dynasty?

What a cruel history.

With his fingertips lightly touching the Destiny Tablet in his arms, Mu Yegui whispered, "Isaac, will you weep for your people?"

The arrogant king never appeared before his people when they needed him most.

What an irony.

(End of this chapter)