People in Terra, governing a bizarre little country

Didn't you even think before asking this question?

But it's no wonder Helinmat was so curious.

The request the Witch King made to her after finding her was rather strange.

"The Witch King has instructed me to take you to the Royal Museum."

Ernst was taken aback, not understanding what this meant: "What is he going to do?"

Herlinmat shrugged: "He told me to give you his horn."

Chapter 802 Kal'tsit Provides Military Advice

Many in Letania desire the Witch King's legacy.

Whether it's the legacy of his power, his political legacy, the people who would gather because of his name, or even something like the Horn of Origin that could bring great disaster to Letania, there is no shortage of suitors.

But why is it that, whether it's the Queen or Leopold the Elector, everyone thinks that the "Witch King's Remnants" are actually a joke?

Because the Witch King's legacy, the most prominent and representative piece of his legacy, is currently enshrined in the exhibition hall of the Trinity Royal Museum.

——【The Witch King's Whirlwind Horn】

It is said to contain the power of the Witch King, twisted into a bizarre spiral shape. The crimson and black hues on it, which were once considered the Witch King's unshakeable authority in Letania, are now regarded as an ominous symbol.

As a result, the Utica family, which is related to the Witch King by blood, became the most unpopular family in Letania's political arena because of the spiral horn that serves as a symbol of their bloodline, and faced the risk of extinction.

Back then, the Twin Queens stormed the tower and fought the Witch King, but the specific details of the battle are now lost to history.

All that is known is that after a fierce and earth-shattering battle, the Witch King's body was thrown from the top of the tower, his staff was broken, and his horn was cut off. The "Eternal Sun" of Letania was greeted with an undignified sunset.

Ironically, after the Queen cut off the horn, she didn't even bother to keep it under strict guard. It was simply placed in a display case in a museum for all the people of Letania to see.

"We hoped to use this method to tell everyone that the Witch King was dead."

Standing in front of the museum, Helinmat personally opened the magical shield and removed the glass cover. Looking at the swirl of the object resting on the red cushion, she felt a pang of emotion.

Do the Twin Queens harbor a deep grudge against the Witch King? Not really. They were androids created to overthrow the Witch King. Their understanding of the Witch King largely comes from the education of the Electors. The Electors instilled in them a hatred for the Witch King, but once they broke free from the Electors' control and truly ascended to that position, no longer being puppets, what kind of change would occur in their mentality? No one knows.

At least, Helinmat 9肆【肆、驷仲Ｑun：is more "indifferent" to the Witch King than "hateful".

An enemy that you need to defeat from your standpoint isn't necessarily someone you can't talk to at all.

Herlinmat even considered taking the Horn of Origin. During the time when the Lich opened the Temple of Knowledge, she secretly went to Fremont without Ivignad's knowledge, hoping to use Fremont's power to find the Horn of Origin, make it appear smoothly, and then reclaim its power.

But she obviously didn't expect that the Horn of Origin was not some kind of "power," but a fortress built in the wasteland. She also didn't expect that there was a wisp of the Witch King's consciousness inside this fortress.

"Anyway, why don't you touch it and try it out?"

Herlinmat pointed to the helix angle.

"I'll be watching from the side; nothing will happen."

Ernst nodded, stepped forward, and reached out to touch the swivel.

In an instant, the wind rose and the clouds surged, and the world changed color, but none of that happened.

The whirlwind remained resting on the red cushion, unchanged. Ernst felt nothing amiss; there were no sudden voices in his mind, nor the strange sensation of being in a pirated "debate." Beside him, Helena Matt stared wide-eyed, her hand on the hilt of her sword, poised to strike. Seeing Ernst's gaze, she swallowed hard.

"Is it done?"

"Uh"

Ernst wanted to say that it was over, but he didn't even know what it was.

What is the Witch King up to? Is he just making fun of him and Helimat out of boredom?

Or is it that I'm starting it up incorrectly?

Helene Marte clearly realized something as well. She glanced at Ernst curiously, then stepped forward and touched the swivel.

This time, the dark red light emanating from the whirlwind of the Witch Dance "The King's Whirlwind" seemed to be responding to Helinmat's touch.

Helenemat released her grip and said to Ernst:

"Just use Originium Arts on him."

Ernst paused for a moment upon hearing this, then honestly replied:

"I won't."

Ernst really wanted to learn Originium Arts; he had even bought some textbooks before. But all those attempts failed.

At the time, he was discouraged for a while because, according to Jian, this situation almost certainly meant that his Originium Arts adaptability was flawed.

Perhaps unable to bear seeing Ernst so dejected, Jian specifically mentioned that Terrans can thrive and even become very strong even without Originium Arts. She herself was a living example, transforming from a "Letanian loser without Originium Arts" into a "natural warrior," forging a path beyond Originium Arts through her physical abilities and martial arts skills. Perhaps Ernst also possessed this talent?

Ernst thought about it and gave up.

He's fine with normal exercise, but the "devil training" that Jian arranged for him is a bit too much to ask of him.

Forget it.

As for why he didn't know Originium Arts, Ernst guessed at the time that it might be due to his time travel. Later, after meeting Precys, he guessed that it might be due to a problem with his physical constitution.

To use an analogy, if we consider ourselves a Windows system, then Prismus, drawing inspiration from his own Windows system and the technology of previous civilizations, created a Mac system. Originium Arts is a set of proprietary software that runs on this "Mac system."

Obviously, forcing your own system to run his software will result in incompatibility.

However, Originium Arts can also be applied to oneself, probably because this macOS system is not entirely self-developed. After all, a large part of it is its own "shell," just like how both Android and Apple can use Google Search. Perhaps some underlying logic is the same.

Ernst was, after all, just a supplier of raw materials. The technical issues involved could probably only be explained by Precys and the Doctor, the two true developers of Originium.

Without Originium Arts, there's no way to communicate with the Witch King; it seems like this is truly the bottleneck.

Do we have to enter the Corner of Origin again?

Ernst had just thought that when, in the next second, light spontaneously emerged from the vortex.

Ernst was slightly taken aback, but the next second, the light shone directly on him, and soon, the Witch King's voice rang in his ears.

"It's really not easy to see you even once in a while."

So you can dial over yourself?

Ernst was speechless.

Unexpectedly, this Witch King was quite arrogant, asking someone to send him his phone number while also demanding that he take the initiative to call him.

What, you Leitanians actually value rituals?

Seeing that Ernst did not respond, the Witch King seemed somewhat uncertain. After waiting a few seconds, he asked again:

"Hello? Can you hear me?"

"Are you there?"

"Not here, CMN."

Ernst suddenly replied in the Yan dialect, which the Witch King clearly did not understand.

He paused for two seconds before resuming his calm and arrogant voice:

“Ernst Shivaish, I learned your name and resume from Helena Mat.”

"This can't be the real you, right?"

"Why do you say that?" Ernst glanced at Helena and asked himself.

The Witch King possesses the ability to mimic "debate," but he lacks the [Preserver's] power to force everyone to tell the truth. Ernst, having experienced "debate," has mastered the art of communicating solely through thoughts.

“You are skilled in debate, you have some knowledge of the Creator, and if I’m not mistaken, you should also have some connection with evil spirits.”

The first two Ernsts are plausible, but to say they're related to evil spirits is pure slander.

He has absolutely nothing to do with evil spirits! Who cares about having anything to do with that wretched thing?

But Ernst didn't answer immediately; he wanted to see what the Witch King's purpose was in contacting him this time.

The Witch King did not try to hide anything, or rather, he believed that it was pointless to conceal anything in front of the Creator's retinue, who were "deliberately hiding their identities."

A white mouse covered its mouth with both hands, trying to hide the sunflower seeds it had stuffed inside, but the Creator, from a more macroscopic God's perspective, already knew everything it was doing.

Whether you hide it or not only determines whether it thinks you are cute.

The Witch King clearly didn't want to be that "cute" guinea pig.

So he decided to confront the issue directly.

"Let me see the Creator."

I can grant you any request!

Ernst raised an eyebrow.

Any conditions?

Can you do everything?

hiss--

You're the kind of person whose head is always full of coughs.

It was subconscious, a conditioned reflex.

"What makes you think the Creator would want to see you?"

The Witch King did not answer. Perhaps he was unsure, or perhaps he did not want to reveal it to Ernst.

Fortunately, Ernst wasn't very interested in it either.

He could indeed agree to the Witch King's request, not because of the Witch King's statement that "I will do anything," but because Ernst genuinely wanted a reason to meet Precyth.

Londinium, Victoria.

Standing atop Cambridge on Rhodes Island, this time, Ascalon was not by Kal'tsit's side.

Ascalon infiltrated Lontinim three days ago. It was Kal'tsit's doing.

She needs Ascalon to carry out a top-secret mission, which is also her biggest worry so far.

—What's the Shard like now?

Two weeks ago, unprecedented dark clouds gathered over Londinium. This behemoth, whose landmass was comparable to a small mobile city, had nearly half of its sky shrouded in terrifying, rolling dark red lightning clouds.

The Duke's allied forces retreated several miles because that cloud felt too eerie.

It doesn't look like ordinary dark clouds; it looks more like a natural disaster cloud.

Has the Shard been successfully repaired?

"Dr. Kal'tsit, you haven't rested for many days. Why don't you go and get some sleep?"

Amiya's voice sounded from behind, the young leader's face showing undisguised worry.

Kal'tsit turned around, her forced smile not very appealing. She patted Amiya's shoulder, as if to comfort her, but it also seemed to carry a deeper meaning:

“I know my physical condition, Amiya.”

"Don't worry, if nothing unexpected happens, we'll be able to rest soon."

That afternoon, Ascalon returned to the Rhodes Island home ship.

Later, Kal'tsit entered the Victorian Empire's Allied Command Headquarters and offered her suggestions:

[A strong attack on Lentinium!]

Chapter 803 The Courage to Fire at Natural Disasters

"The completion of the Shard may have a huge impact on the situation on the Londinium battlefield in the future. Therefore, it is recommended that the Allied forces make a decision as soon as possible to launch a strong attack on Londinium."

"These are the military recommendations given by Ms. Kal'tsit."

Duke Windermere closed the thick stack of documents in front of him, looked up, and glanced at the Grand Duke and the military advisor present.

The meeting room erupted in commotion as everyone whispered among themselves, discussing one question: Who is Kal'tsit?

It was the Duke of Caesar who stepped forward and introduced her identity:

"Kal'tsit is a head of the Rhodes Island medical department."

The Allied Command had already heard about Rhodes Island.

However, this reputation is certainly not because Rhodes Island played a game-changing role on the main battlefield, but because such a medical company roaming the battlefield is indeed very eye-catching.

The battlefield is a burial ground, but also a blessed place for many. Some achieve lasting fame here, while others satisfy their desire to conquer cities and territories and rule the world. There are also those who pay attention to what lies behind the battlefield, trying to make a fortune from the national crisis that they would never normally make from behind the list of sacrifices.

The war on Terra is incredibly lucrative.