Necromancer, summoning 055? What the heck?

Chapter 480 A Galaxy of Stars? A Chaotic Dance of Demons!

On the path leading to the rear sanctuary of the Temple of Twilight, Beria, in his wheelchair, moved slowly ahead, occasionally exchanging a few words with Kruger XI, remarking on the impermanence of life.

Belial looked up, a sincere longing appearing on his young face. "I have long admired the name of Green Pine. I have always felt that if there is any power on this continent that can rise to become a new great power and challenge those corrupt and decadent old guys, it is none other than Green Pine!"

"But I never expected it to suddenly turn out like this!"

These words were like a blunt knife, reopening Kluge XI's still-unhealed wounds and causing the former king a pang of heartache. Yet, he could tell that there was no sarcasm or gloating in the other's words; instead, they were filled with deep regret and sorrow.

This left him momentarily at a loss for words.

Following closely behind Kruger, the court steward Etherian, who had been carefully supporting Kruger from the side, coughed heavily and then took the initiative to speak, helping his king out of the predicament.

"This battle may appear to be between Green Pine and Vast Ocean, but in reality, most of the forces on the Starry Continent have entered the fray. Victory or defeat is no longer on the battlefield!"

"Before the Lord of the Vast Ocean fought against me, he colluded with various factions across the continent, bribing people everywhere, all with the intention of plotting against my Green Pine!"

"At the start of the war, that thief had the support of the Rainbow Holy City of the Misty Moon Divine Court and also received assistance from the heavens."

As he spoke, Etherian became increasingly agitated.

"Below, there are elves and Xiyue acting as their accomplices; above, there is Mirror Lake and orcs acting as their henchmen. Even the Qiyue Dynasty has instigated Emerald, a defeated enemy of our country, to launch a sneak attack while we are weak."

"Even worse, those despicable dwarfs took advantage of the chaos, relentlessly demanding repayment and cutting off our army's supplies!"

"With enemies everywhere, my king's defeat is not a fault of war!"

As he spoke, Etherian took a deep breath, freed one hand, and pulled out several bundles of "Tiger" badges strung together from his waist. With a sudden shake, the metal badges clashed together, producing a crisp and rapid clanging sound that was particularly jarring in the quiet passageway.

The old monk's voice grew even louder, carrying a faint, metallic clang.

"Even in such a perilous situation, our Green Pine soldiers remained united and killed countless enemies. The enemy's blood flowed like a sea, and the spoils piled up like mountains."

"This motley crew of enemies can barely maintain unity while Green Pine is around, but once Green Pine is divided up, internal strife is bound to break out!"

"The stars of tomorrow will surely mark the moment when my Green Pine once again raises its royal banner!"

In the end, Etherion spoke slowly and deliberately, each word sounding as if it had been chewed up between his teeth before being spat out.

As expected of a veteran court steward, his impassioned and resounding words made King Kruger XI raise his head without realizing it.

He was well aware that there was much exaggeration in those words.

He even vaguely guessed that the "mountainous" Tiger Brands and the reports of successive victories were likely a trap set by the enemy.

But at this moment, he was no longer able to think rationally, let alone dare to question.

If he cannot find enough reasons to numb himself, he will completely lose the reason and motivation to live!
He had no choice but to believe, and he had to believe, repeatedly emphasizing to himself—it was not a fault of war! It was not a fault of war!

After it was repeated many times, people actually started to believe it.

Belial seemed to agree, the young Twilight Tower Lord sometimes nodding thoughtfully, sometimes clenching his fist with distinct knuckles, and finally letting out a long sigh.

That sigh was filled with endless lament for misfortune and the downfall of a hero.

"I see, indeed... it's truly regrettable!"

"Fortunately, we didn't participate; at least we're on the side of justice!"

Kruger nodded: "Yes, otherwise we wouldn't have chosen to come to Frostwind! To the territory of Twilight!"

As the conversation flowed freely, the atmosphere became increasingly harmonious, as if they were kindred spirits who appreciated each other's talents.

Unfortunately, the pair of stunningly beautiful twin maids remained expressionless, like two sculpted porcelain dolls, which greatly disappointed some people in Green Pine.

After all, for men, a major motivation for their behavior is often to gain the approval and affirmation of high-quality women.

They walked and talked along the way until they arrived at a gate that was twice their height.

The door was a dark bronze color, its surface covered with intricate patterns, casting shadows of varying thickness in the torchlight. The guards were still the same twilight guards draped in long, coarse brown robes; they bowed silently in unison, then pushed open the heavy door together.

squeak-

In an instant, a bright light surged forth like a tide, illuminating the cold, dark passage behind them.

If the front hall was gloomy and only brought some warmth by Belial's personal image, the latter half of the Temple of Twilight was much brighter.

This is where the mountain extends to the other side. The thick rock formations overhead no longer provide shelter, but instead, there are huge floor-to-ceiling windows that almost cover the entire wall.

The clear sunlight, carrying the crisp air of the snow-capped mountains, poured in through the wide windows, almost extravagantly splashing onto the ground.

Everyone's eyes couldn't help but turn to look out the window.

Beneath our feet lies a canyon of unknown depth, filled with billowing clouds and mist. These clouds resemble soft, gentle silk threads, some clinging to the mountainside, tying the majestic peaks with white ribbons; others lie lazily in the depths of the canyon, gathering into a flat, thick plain of clouds.

Occasionally, when the wind blows, a crack appears in the clouds, revealing a deep ravine below.

Above these clouds and mists lie endless mountain ranges. The snow-capped peaks, which never melt, take on a bluish-white hue amidst the afternoon sea of ​​clouds.

They stand silently, layer upon layer, stretching to the horizon, blending into the pale blue clouds on the sky.

"What a wonderful world this is!"

Belial, the tower master of the Twilight Tower, suddenly lost his gentle smile, and a few unusual lines appeared between his brows. He pointed elegantly out the window with his fair finger and let out a long sigh.

"But some filthy people are polluting this beauty!"

"They brought turmoil, war, fear, and unease to the starry world, and also brought despair and suffering to many people!"

"Therefore, we need more like-minded allies to work together to maintain the beauty of this world!"

"Next, please allow me to introduce myself, and please introduce yourselves as well, so that we can understand each other's positions and intentions!"

Beria gestured to the twin maids to stop him beside the long table in the hall, and first stretched out his palm, pointing to a huge figure sitting at the head of the left side of the table.

That was an orc.

He was tall and imposing, towering over others even when seated. His long, messy brown hair was disheveled, and two curved fangs protruded from his lower lip, gleaming pale in the sunlight.

"This is a special envoy from the Beast God, whose code name here is [Bloodfang]."

The tall orc raised his eyes and swept them over Kruger and his group. He snorted and his amber eyes were filled with indifference. After a long while, he reluctantly spoke, "Goldmane Tribe, Bloodfang Clan!"

"Rice Bloodfang is my own brother!"

After saying that, the orc shut his mouth.

Kruger was somewhat bewildered, and his chief steward, Etherian, quickly bent down and whispered a few words of explanation in his ear.

"Rice Bloodfang was a famous general among the orcs. In 1428, as the vanguard of the orcs, he once attacked my Greenpine and fought a long battle at the entrance of Glass Valley. Later, he died unexpectedly in the midst of the battle."

"The orcs initially thought they were killed by my Green Pine, but after the 'pseudo-magic' weapons of the Vast Ocean were exposed, they realized that the Vast Ocean was behind it all!"

"This must be a deep grudge against Han Hai, but... it seems they also harbor some resentment towards me, Lv Song, after all, their brother died on the front lines against us."

That makes sense!
After pondering for a moment, King Kruger XI politely nodded to the other party.

After finishing their conversation with Beria, they moved on to the next person.

He was a handsome middle-aged man with a slender figure wrapped in a moon-white robe. The robe was once made of fine brocade, but there was visible wear at the cuffs and hem, and several snags had been carefully repaired. A narrow gauze ribbon had been placed over the robe.

If this were on Earth, it would be like carrying a patched-up Louis Vuitton bag.

Kruger could tell at a glance that this was once a noble family with a very high status, but now it looked somewhat destitute.

The next moment, Belial's introduction confirmed his guess.

"The eldest son of the current Grand Duke of Bailu, and the first in line to the throne, we'll just call him 'Bailu' here." Indeed, this is the crown prince of a nation, the successor to the throne.

But... the White Deer Kingdom has been extinct for hundreds of years, what is it doing here...?

King Kluge XI forced a friendly smile.

The other party was quite polite. When he saw Kruger looking at him, the young master "White Deer" immediately stood up, his movements swift yet elegant.

He straightened his back, bowed deeply, and placed his right hand across his forehead, his fingertips lightly touching his eyebrows, performing a standard and impeccable aristocratic etiquette for a junior meeting a senior.

"Your nephew greets your uncle."

Where does this argument come from? Is it reliable?
King Kruger XI tried hard to recall, but still couldn't remember any such kinship.

However, noble families are usually large and powerful, with many branches and intermarriages that have been intertwined for hundreds of years, resulting in a complex and tangled web of relationships.

If we really had to put them together, we probably could manage to.

Just like Kluge XI and Chen Mo, if you really want to connect them, they could be considered family.

The Green Pine royal family has a collateral branch with the Mirror Lake royal family through marriage, and the Mirror Lake royal family is related to the Lu family in the country. A hundred years ago, a woman from the main Lu family married into the Jadeite Green Eyes lineage. As is well known, Liu Shuang was once the 666th in line to the throne of the Jadeite Duchy.

Chen Mo and Liu Shuang are now a recognized couple.

So, as long as you're not afraid of the trouble and take your time to figure it out, you'll find that Chen Mo can actually call Kruger XI his brother-in-law.

Kruger returned a noble greeting, and after the ceremony, the young master of the White Deer rose and spoke.

"White Deer Plain was originally the territory that my ancestors had managed for generations. However, at that time, the orcs were powerful. My ancestors fought bravely and relentlessly, and the righteous warriors of White Deer fought valiantly, but in the end... they were no match for those ferocious beasts and had no choice but to withdraw from the homeland of White Deer."

"For the past 215 years, my family has been working tirelessly to restore our homeland and bring back the glory of our people."

"We are building up our strength, forging alliances, calming the people's hearts, and waiting for the right opportunity..."

"I never imagined that all those centuries of hard work would benefit Han Hai!"

[White Deer] When the young master said this, his voice was already choked with emotion, and his words sounded like they were spoken with blood.

"However, they are all of the same human race. Being able to save my Bailu people is a great achievement for Lord Chen Mo."

“My father has sent envoys to the Han Hai region on several occasions to confer upon the lord of Han Hai the title of Marquis of Bailu, granting him hereditary succession and the privilege of not having to bow before the king!”

"In the end, we couldn't even get a glimpse of that guy!"

The voice of the white deer grew increasingly grief-stricken, to the point that it began to tremble continuously.

"Later, my father... he no longer cared about it, but only longed for his homeland, hoping to have a city or a place to commemorate his ancestors..."

"Is this request unreasonable? Huh? And they're still ignoring it!"

"You must understand, if it weren't for the lingering prestige of my White Deer royal family after hundreds of years, and the fact that the people of the White Deer Plains are still loyal to their homeland, how could they have defeated those brutal orcs so easily!"

"This is utterly ungrateful and utterly depraved!"

After saying this, Bai Lu gasped for breath, her chest heaving violently, and tears glistening in her eyes.

King Kluge XI's face was full of sympathy, but in his heart he really wanted to slap the boy a few times.

You lost the White Deer Plain for hundreds of years. It was the Han Hai who snatched it back from the orcs with real swords and spears. And you still want to appoint them as lower-level lords and take back control of their territory? On what grounds? Because you have too much face?
If it were me, I would have already tricked you guys into going there and wiped you all out, eliminating any future trouble!

Judging from this, the master of the Vast Ocean Territory isn't bad at all...

Of course, now that they're allies, even if they were a pile of shit, we'd still hold our noses and approach them. Kruger XI sighed a few times, the uncle and nephew comforted each other, and then looked at Beria with anticipation.

It's really not easy to find these guys. Just how many monsters and demons has this Twilight Tower Master recruited?
Next, Kruger witnessed a moment of brilliance.

There is a force from "Keji-ryoku" (King of the Enemy's Territory), and that notorious, despised Rukawa actually has some loyal confidants.

There are remnants of the former royal family of Xiyue who insist that Han Hai assassinated their emperor and demand that Chen Mo pay for his crime in blood.
There is a disciple of the great mage Lysander who once assassinated Chen Mo in Fallen Feather Canyon. He swore an oath to the God of Wisdom to avenge his respected teacher.

Among them were former garrison soldiers of Jingou Pass and their family representatives. During the fire caused by the airdrop of napalm, many Xiyue soldiers perished in the flames, and Prince Mondi Hein, who was deeply loved, committed suicide. Those who survived were all family members filled with deep hatred.

Of course, there are also those who go to abstract conclusions. For example, some disillusioned tribes from both sides of the Beilu River insist that the railway built by Han Hai has damaged the spiritual veins of their territory and disturbed their ancestors' tombs...

Their ancestors appeared to them in a dream, instructing them to eliminate the treacherous villains!

Well, if some people benefit from the vast ocean, then others must be disappointed by it.

All of these are people who have made their mark. What they have in common is that they have lost their roots and become organizations similar to bandits, so they are not afraid of being traced back to their families or territories.

Even if you lose your home, you're barefoot and have nothing to fear.

There are also many people on the field who don't show their faces.

For example, some people, judging from their accents, came from the Qiyue Dynasty. Their words not only expressed their disgust for Chen Mo, but also their deep resentment towards Liu Shuang.

That hatred seemed to transcend political stances and resembled a personal grudge. It's said that Liu Shuang caused a lot of trouble in the Qiyue Dynasty back then, and it seems to be true.

For example, there's that guy who would occasionally put his hands to his chest and mutter prayers. Although he didn't have any obvious markings, his prayer gestures and mouth movements couldn't fool anyone who knew what they were doing.

Good heavens, the Misty Moon Divine Court has also sent people; it's a rare alliance between the two superpowers of the Eastern Continent...

There was even a group of people who, judging from their posture and language habits, seemed to come from the Han Hai region.

The people of Hanhai truly possess a unique temperament that is distinctly different from those of other countries.

For example, they are polite enough to their superiors, but lack genuine admiration; they still stand up straight when speaking to them face-to-face.

The slight bow they were missing was perfectly normal in Hanhai, but in this kind of occasion, it made them stand out from the environment and look extremely jarring!

Belial saw through Kruger's suspicions and worries, and smiled reassuringly, "You can rest assured that there will be no traitors in the Twilight Territory!"

The one that Belial solemnly placed last was undoubtedly the most important representative of the forces in the eyes of this Lord of Twilight.

Based on the order of appearance, Kruger XI subconsciously assumed they were from the Sky Empire, after all, it was one of the most powerful forces on the Starry Continent.

But not.

Even the experienced and knowledgeable head steward couldn't identify which faction this belonged to.

The man sat at the very end of the long table, his back to the window. The glaring afternoon sunlight streamed in from behind him, outlining a golden halo around his body, while leaving his face completely shrouded in shadow.

He was dressed in a black robe that covered his entire body completely, even his eyes were covered with light purple crystal frames, which deeply concealed his pupils.

Kruger only heard his code name: [Old Days].

It's hard to imagine how much effort and resources the Tower of Twilight spent to gather so many opposition forces from the Vast Ocean, the Alliance of the Disillusioned.

After everyone had finished their introductions, Beria solemnly introduced the King of Green Pine. Although many people present knew him and had heard his story, Kruger XI still recounted his tragic experiences of being besieged in various ways.

It also has its own code name – [Green Pine].

The sun outside the window gradually shifted, and the setting sun, about to sink into the sea of ​​clouds, outlined a faint, almost imperceptible golden hue on the top of the snow-capped peaks, like a gentle glance cast unintentionally by a deity.

Belial slowly raised his hand.

"Everyone!"

"We have come together from all corners of the world, sharing the same great goal, and are about to embark on this great undertaking together!"

"Our plan has been in preparation for a long time, and now, the arrival of [Green Pine] has completed the last piece of the puzzle for us."

"The gates of hell are about to open in the vast ocean!"

(End of this chapter)