Spellcasting Gods

After a long silence, Gru sighed softly and said in a slightly melancholic voice, "Do you know? Before you, there was a ruler who attempted a similar feat, but he ultimately failed. To be precise, not only did he fail, but he also caused catastrophic consequences. At least thirty large star systems were destroyed, and the previously stable rules underwent a series of uncertain changes. No one knows whether these changes are good or bad, but the troubles they have caused us continue to this day. I assure you, if other rulers knew about this, they would abandon their factional struggles and imprison you permanently immediately. Because you have threatened the safety of the entire universe."

"Hmph! You old fogies who have lived for who knows how long have long lost the motivation to go any further, lost the courage to touch the truth. You fear failure, you dread death. But I am different! I will continue to move forward, until one day I fall on the road ahead. The path of knowledge and power has no end, just like the entire universe. Once I succeed, then infinity will no longer be an exaggerated adjective, but a real existence." The Initiator made no attempt to conceal his grand plan.

Although he was still so weak among the many rulers, most of them could easily defeat and imprison him in a one-on-one battle.

But the burning ambition within him made Gru feel a sense of dread, as if he were facing a monster dozens or even hundreds of times stronger than himself.

After staring at each other for a while, Gru finally gave up on his next plan and called to his companions to disappear without a trace.

Once he was certain that the two had completely left and wouldn't suddenly reappear, the Initiator relaxed his tense nerves and returned to his usual calm demeanor. He stroked his chin and muttered to himself, "I didn't expect that someone would actually notice what I was doing. It seems that the plan needs to be accelerated."

The words had barely left his mouth!

He immediately headed towards where his old friend was conducting research, intending to discuss countermeasures with his opponent and see what solutions that brain, hailed as the most intelligent in the universe, could come up with.

Having left the Council of Order, Gru returned to that mysterious, endlessly extending cylindrical space, standing there with a pensive expression.

Upon discovering this, another ruler immediately pressed for details, asking, "What exactly did you talk about with him?"

“There are many! But you'd better not know, or you'll get into trouble if you get involved,” Gru said casually.

"Implicated? As if I haven't been implicated yet." The Overlord, who looked like a little fairy, rolled his eyes in annoyance.

However, judging from her casual attitude, it's not hard to tell that she wasn't very interested in the matter and didn't press for more details.

"No! It's different! Believe me, don't get involved. I think it won't be long before an unimaginable chaos and disaster strikes. Hide away, my friend. You've never gotten involved in these things anyway."

Having said that, Gru ignored the other party's protests and quickly tore open a crack and crawled inside.

……

Meanwhile, on a planet in a remote corner of the universe, Zhang Cheng was sitting in a chair, watching the images transmitted back by the magic mirror with great interest, completely unaware that a huge shadow was once again looming over his head.

Inside the kingdom's palace, a dozen knights and nobles were locked in a tense standoff with the monsters and steel golems led by Princess Vilia.

The king, enraged, roared, “Damn it! Do you know what you’re doing? You are my most beloved daughter! I’ve given you almost all my love and care! But in the end, you’ve chosen to betray me and try to take the crown from me.”

"No! Father! I'm not here to seize the crown! I'm here to save you! To save this country! You have no idea who our enemy is, nor can you comprehend how terrifying that absolute power is. Surrender, and I promise I won't harm anyone, as long as you relinquish your power," the princess pleaded earnestly.

To be honest, on the eve of launching the coup, her mind was filled with pain and struggle. She wanted to give up several times, but she held back at the last moment.

If there is anyone in this country who least wants to touch power, it must be her.

Because all Vera wanted was to live a happy life, showered with love and affection, without a care in the world.

Unfortunately, fate played a cruel joke on us.

She now not only wants to seize power, but also wants to use the most drastic methods to snatch it from her own father.

Furthermore, many of the nobles present were her relatives and friends, yet now they were about to turn against each other.

The transfer of power has never been gentle; it is destined to be paved with bloodshed and sacrifice.

On the road to the pinnacle of power, all kinship, friendship, and love will ultimately vanish like beautiful bubbles.

The old king's eyes were filled with anger and fear, his fists clenched tightly, clearly hesitant about whether to agree to his daughter's demands.

After all, few people would choose to die if they had the chance to live.

Before he could even speak, Duke Bronhilda drew his sword and rushed out with lightning speed.

It goes without saying that he wanted to take this opportunity to kill the princess.

In the Duke's eyes, once the princess with royal blood died, the coup would end...

Chapter 1083 Palace Coup

"Protect Her Majesty the Queen!"

Upon seeing this, a knight loyal to Princess Vilia immediately shouted and blocked the other party's path in an attempt to intercept them.

Unfortunately, Duke Bronhilda had significantly more combat experience.

With almost no effort, he deflected the knight's weapon and swung his fist, smashing it hard into the knight's face.

boom!

Absolutely no surprises!

The young knight was knocked to the ground on the spot and tried to get up several times, but failed each time.

The blow he just received has left his brain in a state of shock, making it impossible for him to maintain his balance.

Meanwhile, the monsters and steel golems around them, having not received orders from their master, remained in place, showing no intention of sending thousands of rescuers.

no way!

It's quite an achievement for a mass-produced war machine manufactured on an assembly line to reach this level.

After all, they are just cannon fodder and consumables used to consume and record experimental data, and are not worth spending too much effort on subjective initiative.

It is important to understand that creating an intelligent life from nothing is never an easy task, even for rulers.

This involves many complex issues. A typical example is that if the intelligence and subjective consciousness given to them are too strong, these creatures will gradually develop their own ideas, potentially even leading to serious rebellion against the creator. However, if the intelligence and subjective consciousness given to them are too weak, they will fail to meet expectations.

In short, finding a balance between contradictory elements has always been the most troublesome problem for the Creators.

Fortunately, Zhang Cheng never wasted too much time and energy on these trivial matters, and he didn't incorporate much intellectual effort into them at all.

Just as Duke Bronhilda's gleaming blade was about to pierce the princess's chest!

A blinding arc of light appeared out of nowhere!

In an instant, it enveloped the princess's body from head to toe.

When the sharp blade collided with the arc of light, a crisp sound, like that of a metal plate, echoed in everyone's ears.

Duke Bronshida felt a tremendous force rebounding from the point of contact, causing him to stagger backward for twenty or thirty steps until he crashed into a stone pillar.

As for the hand that held the sword, the tiger's mouth was already cracked, and the arm was trembling uncontrollably.

“Dear Duke! It is not something an uncle should do to plunge a sword into his niece’s heart.”

Accompanied by a familiar voice, Isolt, who had been remaining invisible, revealed his true form with a faint smile on his face, as if he were not the mastermind behind this coup, but merely a visitor to an old acquaintance.

“Isolde?! Did you orchestrate all of this behind the scenes?” King Unger V demanded loudly.

“Ah! That’s right! I am one of the planners!” Isolt nodded frankly in admission. “Now kneel down and swear allegiance to the kingdom’s new queen, or I guarantee that none of you will leave here alive. Not only you, but your families and relatives will also be ruthlessly purged. In the eyes of the master, you nobles who exude a rotten aura have no value whatsoever.”

"Don't do that, Master! You promised me that as long as they don't do anything harmful, their lives won't be threatened." Princess Vilia quickly interjected, seemingly afraid of causing some misunderstanding.

“I did promise you. But I also promised my master that I would handle this matter perfectly. Now, you have five minutes to persuade them to lay down their weapons and surrender. In five minutes, this place will be littered with corpses. Don’t forget the promise you made to your master; his patience and tolerance are limited.” Isolt said, staring threateningly into the other’s eyes.

Meanwhile, the motionless monsters and steel golems seemed to have received a secret command, and they all surrounded the enemy from all directions, as if they might launch an attack at any moment and tear the stubbornly resisting enemy to shreds.

This move undoubtedly made Princess Vilia extremely nervous. She gritted her teeth and shouted, "Father! What are you waiting for? Haven't you realized that the power our master possesses has exceeded the limits of our imagination? To be his enemy will plunge the entire royal family and the country into utter ruin. Do you really want that traitor Kerwin Oren to come and make us all prisoners?"

"No! Of course not! I'd rather die than be his prisoner! But that's not a reason for you to launch a coup!"

Although Ungerer V's tone was full of anger, his attitude seemed to have softened considerably.

“Believe me, Father, if I had any other choice, I would never have done what I did today. Give up the resistance; only in this way can we reduce bloodshed and sacrifice. After all, the kingdom has already shed enough blood; it’s time for the enemy to bleed.” Princess Vilia stepped on the blood that was almost congealed on the ground and took two steps forward, completely ignoring Duke Bronhilda, who had tried to kill her earlier.

Similarly, the duke did not make another move. Instead, he lowered his sword, turned around, and looked at the king, waiting for the nominal monarch of the country to make a choice.

In fact, as a senior official who had served in a position equivalent to the Minister of Defense in modern society for more than a decade, he was very clear that the coup had reached this point and could basically be considered a victory for the opponents.

Rather than resisting to the bitter end, it is better to lay down your weapons and surrender.

In any case, Princess Vilia was not the kind of tyrannical person who would kill everyone afterward. As long as she obediently handed over her power, she could even keep her family and title intact. The conditions were undeniably generous.

The only question is whether the king can accept such a sudden change.

If the king accepts, it will be a relief for everyone.

But if he does not accept, then out of loyalty to the monarch, every resister present will fight to the death, even if the final result will be a massacre with no suspense.

As military nobles, they could not afford to lose their honor and loyalty, otherwise they would be ridiculed by the entire class and even the common people.

Time passed second by second...

In the final five minutes of the countdown, the old king finally knelt down and said in a trembling voice, "I, Unger V, hereby formally abdicate, and the throne shall be inherited by Princess Vilia. Rejoice, my subjects, for from this day forward you have a new queen."

The words had barely left his mouth!

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief; nothing could be more perfect than a bloody palace coup ending peacefully...

Chapter 1084 Kerwin's Panic

"Damn it! Damn it! Damn it! How could he do this to me!"

When news of the successful coup in the royal court spread, Kerwin went mad, hiding alone in his room and smashing things wildly, showing no sign of stopping even as his hands were already bloodied and mangled from waving them around.

As a tyrant and ambitious man, he always believed that his position was the most important and could not be replaced by anyone.

But the result?

Just as he was starting to get a little cocky, Zhang Cheng dealt him a ruthless blow.

No threat!

No warning!

There was no notification whatsoever!

It simply meant directly supporting another agent!

And this agent was also the princess of the kingdom he coveted, who was also his most hated enemy and rival.

Kerwin could almost imagine how much negative impact Vilia would have on the original grand plan once he had power, and he was even more unsure whether he would still be able to get a steady stream of support and funding in the future.

Panic quickly spread through his heart, and his arrogance from not long ago vanished completely.

As the saying goes, a person's courage and boldness are supported by wealth, power, and strength.

Once these are lost, courage and boldness will plummet, and even those who were once in high positions will quickly become no different from ordinary people, or even worse.

Just as Kerwin was venting his anger by smashing things, there was a sudden knock on the closed door, followed by a servant's voice: "Sir, someone wants to see you."

"Who? Who wants to see me? Didn't I say I needed to be alone for a while?" Kerwin quickly suppressed his temper and asked in a deliberately deep tone.

As a lord, he undoubtedly knew very well that the more unfavorable the situation, the less he could let his subordinates see him lose his composure. Otherwise, once his subordinates realized that their lord was panicking, they would also fall into panic, causing the huge power to collapse rapidly in a short period of time.

"I'm sorry, but he won't say who he is. He only says he has something very important to discuss with you in person," the servant outside the door explained cautiously.