Fulilian: The Little Master Who Doesn't Understand Love

He is a demon, and an extremely rare demon who can use mental magic.

His ability is mind control. Just like the most skilled musician, he can silently mobilize the most secret music in the target's heart.

However, he approached Emperor Aiel not sincerely to help the Kingdom of Aiel resist the Southern Empire.

Even the threat of the Southern Unified Empire, everything in its rise, was vaguely shadowed by the activities of the demons.

This is part of Shulahat's grand plan to distract the Kingdom of El.

But Graosam's real target is the holy sword Elsword, which is enshrined in the deepest part of the palace and has accumulated the faith of mankind for thousands of years!

The secret that Elsword can mobilize the power of faith should only be known by the royal family of El, but after so many years, there are always a few scumbags.

Then, this secret was discovered by Shulahat.

He even boldly speculated that the reason why the godslayer was able to fight against the gods thousands of years ago was because he relied on the power of faith, and Elsword was its carrier.

Therefore, this holy sword left by the godslayer Lord is like a deadly poison to the demons, but it also contains a temptation that is hard to give up.

After hundreds of years of research, Hulahat came up with a crazy plan:

If they could seize the holy sword Elsword, use demonic magic to contaminate it and reverse its core of power, then even they, the demons, would be able to call upon the enormous power of faith contained therein.

By then, the entire continent's structure will be overturned in an instant!

The Kingdom of El, having lost its biggest trump card, is not worth mentioning, but the demons with the power of the holy sword will be invincible.

Even Celie, the most powerful magician today, is no match for them.

The best stepping stone to get close to the heavily protected holy sword is to first approach the current Emperor El.

What Graosam had to do was to gain Fidel's absolute trust step by step, and eventually use mental magic to guide the emperor, or at least allow him to reasonably approach the holy sword.

In the following days, Graosam showed his amazing strength.

He personally traveled to the southern border.

During a tentative attack by the Southern Empire, he single-handedly cast a spell that covered the entire battlefield.

This magic caused thousands of Southern Empire soldiers to fall into a frenzy of killing each other, and eventually their army was completely defeated.

When the news reached the Kingdom of El, the whole country was excited.

Al Fidel was overjoyed, and his trust in Graosam soared.

He was even invited to the Saint Kalua School of Magic to give a magic lecture to the magic apprentices there.

And Graosam went there with pleasure.

His teaching style was mysterious and highly effective. After listening to his lectures, the students did show significant improvement in the short term, but no one noticed the strange light that occasionally flashed in their eyes.

Graosam's position in the court became increasingly stable, and he became a popular figure around the emperor.

He always catered to the emperor's concerns appropriately and made seemingly reasonable suggestions.

During this period, he also used his powerful spiritual magic to continuously strengthen the emperor's concerns about the unified empire in the south.

Like a most patient hunter, he set traps and gradually led Al Fidel in the direction he had set.

And the time is gradually ripe.

One night, the meeting hall in the palace was brightly lit.

Fidel was once again troubled by an urgent military report, which showed that the main army of the Southern Empire was gathering on a large scale at the border, and it was obvious that they were going to officially declare war on him.

"Your Majesty," Graosam's voice sounded at the right moment, "these people's ambitions can no longer be suppressed. This time, I'm afraid it will be a decisive battle that will involve the entire nation's strength."

El Fidel's face turned grim. "Graosam, if war breaks out, it will be a devastating loss of life. Although the El Nation has the power to protect us, we don't need to be afraid of them, but I still don't want to go that far."

Fidel was not afraid of the Southern Empire. What he really feared was the demons lurking deep in history.

If both he and the Southern Empire were defeated, and the demons attacked again, how would he deal with it?

"Your Majesty," Graosam stepped closer and looked into the emperor's anxious eyes. A dark light shone gently in his pupils, like ripples on water. "Conventional force will only plunge the two countries into the quagmire of war. Unless you mobilize extraordinary force, this war can be brought to a swift end."

El Fidel's heart skipped a beat, and he said subconsciously, "You mean..."

Graosam's voice, filled with magical allure, reached the emperor's ears clearly and resonated deep within his mind: "Holy Sword Ellight."

"Holy Sword!?" Fidel's whole body trembled, a hint of desire flashed in his eyes, but then he was overwhelmed by a huge sense of awe and said, "No! The Holy Sword must not be used unless the country is in danger of extinction!"

Holy King Norn once left a will that it can only be used when Elsword faces the crisis of national destruction or faces the demons.

But now, their country of El has not yet gone to war with the Southern Unified Empire, and the conditions for use are far from being met.

"Your Majesty!" Graosam's voice suddenly rose, carrying a powerful spiritual impact that instantly overwhelmed the emperor's hesitation. "Extraordinary times call for extraordinary measures! Now is the time to unsheathe the Holy Sword. We must let the Southern Unified Empire witness our might and completely dispel their greedy ambitions!"

Under the spiritual guidance of Graosam, Fidel's thinking gradually leaned towards his proposal.

"But even if we use Elsword, we can't unleash its full power."

"Don't worry, Your Majesty." A mysterious smile played on Graosam's lips. "I have traveled extensively throughout the continent and am very familiar with the Holy Sword. Perhaps I can bring out the true power of Elsword."

The powerful mental suggestion was like an invisible tide, impacting Al Fidel's psychological defenses wave after wave.

Under normal circumstances, Fidel would be difficult to be affected by it. After all, he is a magician himself. Although not very powerful, he has a certain resistance to magic.

But Graosam's mental attack was covert, and Fidel was quietly attacked during their daily interactions.

Now, under the continued influence of the demonic spiritual magic, the emperor's awe of the holy sword was gradually replaced by a kind of fanaticism.

He seemed to see the holy sword being unsheathed and the army of the Southern Unified Empire reduced to ashes.

By then, their country of El will become great again!

"Are you...are you really sure?" Al Fidel's voice was hesitant, but his eyes were frighteningly bright.

Graosam bowed gracefully. "For the glory of your majesty, I, Graosam, will do my best to try."

"Okay!" Al Fidel stood up suddenly, "I'll take you there tomorrow!"

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Graosam lowered his head, and the smile on his face widened in the shadows, with a hint of coldness that Fidel could not detect.

Chapter 177: Driving the tiger away from the mountain

At the same time, far away in the northern dwarf city of White Castle, Lord, who was resting, suddenly opened his eyes in his sleep.

He sat up and looked towards the capital of the Kingdom of El, a hint of uneasiness flashing in his eyes.

Just now, Orger's power allowed him to sense an extremely obscure dark fluctuation.

However, the distance is too far.

The distance spanning half the continent, coupled with the obstruction of the El Kingdom's own defensive barrier, made the perception as vague as if through a thick layer of frosted glass, and even the specific nature of the malice was difficult to distinguish.

Lord's brows were tightly furrowed. This feeling of uneasiness far exceeded the faint sense of suspicion he had felt on the battlefield.

"The West...the Land of El."

He murmured to himself, Ella's information coming clearly to his mind.

The newly rising kingdom in the west is experiencing friction with the Kingdom of El, and it is suspected that demons are behind the conflict.

But according to the intelligence they learned along the way, the friction was limited to some minor conflicts and was far from escalating to the level of war.

The level of tension was not even as high as the monster siege that White Castle had experienced not long ago, which almost destroyed the city and killed everyone.

However, ever since he and Celia intervened in the battlefield and helped the dwarves completely defeat the massive army of monsters, everything has fallen into an eerie calm.

It's so quiet.

The demons seemed to have evaporated from the face of the earth and never showed up again. Not even a trace of the remaining magic power of the great demons was captured.

Those scattered monsters seemed to be completely wiped out by an invisible force. The dwarves repeatedly explored the surrounding area but did not find any trace of monsters.

It was as if the massive siege was just a sudden nightmare, with no trace left after waking up.

This extreme calmness made Lord more uneasy than the constant threats.

The demons are not the kind to give up easily, especially since the commander is suspected to be the lingering ghost of Shulahart.

After two hundred years of dormancy, there is no way he would do that just to send a cannon fodder army to help Celia stretch her muscles.

"Luring the tiger away from the mountain..."

An ancient plan emerged in Lord's mind.

If this is true, the demons' real target may not be this dwarf city.

They attacked White Castle with such fanfare that they were even willing to sacrifice a considerable army. Their core purpose was most likely to pin down Celia, the most threatening existence to the demons, in this remote place.

The friction mentioned in Ella's letter is probably not a coincidence, and there may really be the shadow of demons behind it.

If this is true, then, is the malicious wave sensed in the far west aimed at the Kingdom of El itself? Or is it something else?

But the possibility of the Kingdom of El is the least.

Because for the demons, there are two behemoths, the Kingdom of Elves and the Kingdom of Dwarves. It is impossible for them to devote all their energy to dealing with a country that has no value except the title of the first country of mankind.

At this moment, Lord suddenly thought of a special existence.

Holy Sword: Elsword.

The sword he left behind with his own hands embodies the faith of mankind for thousands of years and is also the most powerful weapon in the Kingdom of El.

He had hoped that one day he could use it as a weapon to save the world, but once it was touched by the demons,

Lord's heart sank.

If this is true, then we must rush to the Kingdom of El as soon as possible.

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The heavy wooden door of the stone house was silently pushed open a crack, and the elf under the moonlight walked in quietly.

"Can't sleep?" A cold and calm voice sounded, breaking the silence in the room.

Lord turned his head without surprise.

Celia was standing at the door, staring at him quietly, her long golden hair shining softly in the moonlight.

"Yeah." Lord nodded without hiding anything, "I sensed something coming from the west, from the direction of the Kingdom of El."

Celie walked to the window and also looked southwest. She was silent for a few seconds, as if sensing something in her own way, before she spoke: "Too far."