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Chapter 634: Dusk’s Arrival

Translator: imperfectluck Editor: Kurisu

From a certain standpoint, Reyne had been raised as a boy who would inherit the throne ever since her birth. After the king passed away, she always wore male attire or knight attire while meeting others. Her pattern of speech was also completely masculine.

She also had a knightly aura polished by a long-term military life. It could be said that if she covered her face, she would be manlier than most men...

Her face appeared rather gender neutral to begin with. Since she behaved and acted like a man, and had a knightly aura that was handsome and straightforward due to her military life, along with incredible combat achievements that other people her age could only be in awe of, she became the princess on a white horse that noble girls idolized... and it would be quite easy to think of her as a prince.

As for her two concubines, the story of how they began with a political marriage that both hated, then going to mutual understanding, to love that surpassed gender boundaries, to absolute love that didn’t care about anything else, that would be enough for many books... Hey, I’m talking about normal books, not porn books!

Still, when considering the high status of these two concubines, just modifying the story slightly—no, no modification was probably needed—just telling the original story as was could probably produce novels, dramas, plays, rumors, and so many other versions.

People would always be interested in gossip regarding the royals. The more novel and fresh the story, the more popular it would be. When considering how Reyne’s tales were so legendary that they were now known as the “Hundred Flowers Legend of the Yuri Princess”, it seemed likely that many authors and actors would be able to survive on this story alone.

What? You’re asking me if I already came up with a name for this novel? Of course! I felt that this novel would have great potential. I had already settled on this as my next, slightly titillating novel. I would write the story with this true story as the foundation.

Of course, readers were highly difficult to please these days. That was why I was going to expand the harem by one hundred times, multiply the fighting and killing by ten times, and have the story be about abusing young masters and collecting beauties for the harem every day. I would then insert some famous actual people into the story as guest appearances. People loved to read such things these days. I was confident that my novel would become a huge hit.

Wait a moment, why was Reyne pulling out her sword?

“Oh, I accidentally said everything out loud again? Haha, it was all just a joke, a joke! Reyne, you’re my descendant after all, so would I casually taint the Mist Family name like that? Do I look like someone who would do such a thing?

“What, you’re saying that I totally do? Please. Look directly into my pure eyes. What impurity do you see... What? You’re saying that you see nothing but impurity and schemes? Tsk, you must be seeing things.”

Now, in order to prevent the comical scene of an obedient grandchild trying to chase down and attack her grandfather, I changed the topic back to a serious one and asked about Reyne’s demon bloodline.

Previously, I had checked Reyne’s body’s condition. Although she had accepted the power of Chaos and became a knight job class member capable of controlling Chaos, after so many years of continuously giving her blood transfusions, her Chaos Bloodline from Karwenz had been almost completely replaced by my far more moderate bloodline.

Reyne had also lost a power level because of the weakening of her bloodline since she’d had a Main God level bloodline from Karwenz. According to the rules of Chaos Abyss Bloodlines, she would have been capable of borrowing power from the Chaos Abyss itself. However, she would also become restrained by the Chaos Abyss’s rules if she did so. As for using my bloodline... Reyne would only be able to rely on herself.

Not only that, the instability of constantly changing bloodlines caused her to constantly have headaches, which also made her temper more violent than before.

When looking at this from the long-term perspective, it should be a good thing. Only something that completely belonged to oneself would be the safest. My Mist Family Bloodline that my system had worked hard on modifying probably wouldn’t be much weaker than the Chaos Abyss version Karwenz Mist Bloodline. At the very least, my bloodline would be more suitable for the mortal plane.

As Reyne’s bloodline was purified, her potential would also improve. But for the short time being, her power level would definitely decrease. As for her chaos knight job class, the demons and Chaos creatures she summoned definitely wouldn’t be as obedient as before. That was because previously she would be considered to be under Karwenz’s protection.

Of course, the demon wave’s imminent arrival meant a direct connection to the Chaos Abyss. All Chaos Abyss related job classes such as chaos knight, black knight, dark cultists, demon warlocks, and so on would all be strengthened.

But now, Reyne no longer needed to rely on individual strength. I should mention again that I had completed blood transfusion for Glina even earlier. Just like Reyne, Glina who was queen as well as a great engineer had no need to rely on a bloodline of Chaos.

I’d originally thought that Karwenz would try to do something before Reyne’s bloodline was completely changed into my own. But, strangely, Karwenz had yet to contact me even once since we last saw each other in Hell, no matter if it was direct or indirect contact. He seemed like he didn’t even care about losing an important chess piece like Reyne.

But, the Chaos Abyss was about to become directly connected to the mortal plane. It was also obvious that Karwenz was involved in this. What was his objective? Why did he take the risk of serious injury to personally injure Anslo in the latter’s Divine Kingdom?

For the sake of killing a specific elf? For the sake of completely annihilating all elves? Was his grudge that deep?

I wasn’t afraid of opponents who were more powerful than I was. However, I was indeed quite worried about this opponent who I had no idea what his overall goal was.

“Has Karwenz contacted you recently?”

Since I was wondering about this, I simply asked directly. Reyne and Karwenz had previously had a soul connection. If he truly was up to something, it was possible that Reyne might know something.

Perhaps Reyne would be able to pick up a single word or a desire. It would be impossible for anyone to completely control their own brain. It would be possible to gleam information through a soul connection. That was the main reason why I had completely left Reyne and Glina out of the loop back when I was planning to establish Hell.

Reyne fell silent after she heard this. After a while, it was as if she thought of something, but she appeared rather hesitant.

“Don’t be afraid to say anything you can think of. No need to be afraid of being wrong. I’m just asking casually.”

“My ancestor... he seems to be searching for some location that’s highly important to him.”

“A location?”

I was rather surprised to hear this. Karwenz’s main goal wasn’t related to the Holy War itself? He was searching for a certain location? What location would possibly be so important?

I shook my head, and decided against thinking more about this for the time being. The accuracy of this information wouldn’t be high to begin with. It might also even be nothing more than a smokescreen intentionally set by Karwenz. I could only use this information as reference. I would be the one falling into Karwenz’s pitfall he dug for me if I thought too much about this.

Meanwhile, the two beautiful women’s looks of hostility and vigilance caused me to abandon the idea of chatting for fun with Reyne. I directly ignored Reyne’s imploring expression and left her alone with her two concubines.

Since we knew that we were about to face the first demon wave, there was no such thing as too many preparations. I might as well use this time for serious matters instead.

“There are probably some archmages on the airships. Let’s find them to chat about the modifications and preparations for the mage towers. Perhaps that will be useful...”

The seven aerial battleships were organized into a squadron. We hadn’t chosen to glide above the clouds. Instead, we flew low above the ground, right over densely populated areas. We weren’t here solely for a military operation. This was also a political operation. All the attention we attracted on the way here also served to give the witnesses an urgent sense of tension and danger.

Meanwhile, the situation was becoming ever tenser at the Moonwheel Capital.

The great majority of elves in the area had now entered the Moonwheel Capital. However, the solid walls and magical towers didn’t give them much sense of safety. The ever darker and thicker clouds overhead, the constantly flashing lightning and tremendous thunderclaps, and so on all served to suppress their morale.

The result of the aura of Chaos becoming ever stronger was that many an elven child was beginning to mutate, and even some divine beasts were feeling uncomfortable or falling ill.

Of course, there wasn’t only bad news.

The good news was that the Elemental Tide was increasing at a noticeable rate. The elven archmages’ mage towers and mana batteries all became mysteriously filled with energy. All the magical defense arrays’ powers were improving noticeably as well.

Every day, it was said that some mage or magic knight who had been stuck at a bottleneck for many years would suddenly make a breakthrough to the next power level. It seemed as if every day of progress would count for the same gain as a year of hard work. However, this actually made the moon elf higher-ups panic even more as they knew that this strengthening effect was two-sided. In that case, it was obvious that the Chaos creatures which were used to a high magic environment would benefit even more.

Another both happy and sad piece of news was that the Elven True Gods were constantly sending down divine miracles. The Elven Gods’ priests and shamans were travelling around to calm everyone down. Holy elven knights and holy rangers who were previously hermits also came out of the forests to join the elves’ defending army. Even the True Gods’ incarnations had been spotted multiple times.

“At least the Elven Gods are by our side...”

But as for why this news was both happy and sad, that was because some people had already noticed what was wrong with this.

The Gods were supposed to be mysterious. The distance between them and mortals would bring worship. Worship would bring the power of belief. All Gods who ascended through the power of belief would carefully maintain their distance from their believers. Divine miracles couldn’t be allowed to occur to often. This wasn’t because they were a significant power expenditure, as it would only be minor effort for a God. Instead, it was because too many divine miracles would decrease the mysteriousness of the Gods, thus leading to less power of belief.

Since divine miracles were now happening so often, it meant that the Elven Gods were truly paying a great deal of attention to the demon wave and trying to protect the moon elves. However, this also meant that even the Elven Gods were forced to the brink here.

Actually, it was quite simple to analyze the Elven Gods’ current hopeless situation. It was likely that they were even more anxious right now than the mortal elves.

The current Elven Gods were now the third generation of Elven Gods. The great majority of them were Gods who had ascended through the power of belief. More than eighty percent of their worshippers were elves. Their greatest source of power of belief was the Moonwheel Capital. If the elves and Moonwheel Capital were destroyed by the demon wave, it was likely that large numbers of Elven Gods would either lose a great deal of power or even directly die.

Meanwhile, the Northlands Elven Empire had announced quite clearly that they were supported by the Hell Gods.

The strength of an empire would typically be directly related to the strength of their supporting God or Gods. The Hell Gods didn’t require the elves’ worship one bit, as they weren’t Gods who ascended with the power of belief. However, the Elven Gods truly required the elves’ worship.

If the Elven Gods’ worshippers all died, they would have no more source of belief. Not only that, the Elven Gods had lost their only Main God to the Chaos Faction. As long as the new Moonwheel Capital Elven Empire was destroyed, it would truly mean death for all Elven Gods.

Not only that, the Elven Gods couldn’t possibly tell this to their followers...

“The Elven Gods intervening so much for the sake of their followers can only mean that they have zero guarantee about the upcoming demon wave...”

It was likely that this demon wave would see direct interference from the Elven Gods. As the Holy War was formally arriving, the tremendous rise in the Elemental Tide and the direct linking of the Chaos Abyss meant that it was likely that the Elven Gods would descend in their true bodies rather than mere incarnations.

The Elven Gods were forced to the extent of having to descend in their true bodies? This seemed rather comical, and even more pitiful. The Elven Gods had previously been the rulers of the entire world. Since when had they fallen to the extent of having to personally participate in battle in the first demon wave? Not only that, it was highly likely that they would lose!

However, misfortune would always accompany itself. It was just like Murphy’s Law. The final dimensional crack appeared, and shattered as the demon army descended.

Perhaps dusk had finally arrived for the Elven Gods...