Magic Chronicles : Fallen Race

Final chapter for power stone bonuses.

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While Reji was managing the Demon King's Tower and supporting the elven race, the outside world was also rapidly changing.

The death of the Imperial Envoy was no small matter. It was impossible to only listen to Ilinor's one-sided statement. Although the Empire didn't directly send troops over, they did dispatch quite a few personnel to investigate.

....

As for the results of the investigation...

-Empire.

-Imperial Capital.

-Residence of the Seventh Prince.

The investigators who had returned from Ilinor were now reporting to a brown-haired man who was embracing beauties on both sides, sitting on a main seat with a "lion head" carving.

"So, those royals and nobles of Ilinor are really all dead and gone?" The Seventh Prince asked with interest, tapping his fingers on the gilded armrest.

"Yes, Your Highness, even the old king's funeral was held on the same day."

Tsk tsk.

After smacking his lips, the Seventh Prince rose from his lion king throne. With a wave of his hand, he signaled the beautiful dancing girls beside him to leave. After pacing around the room for a bit, he asked again:

"So, Ilinor wasn't lying. That unlucky envoy was really killed by the passing Syndicate thugs?"

"Based on the current conclusion, it indeed seems to be the case. After all..." The intelligence officer who was investigating wanted to say more but stopped.

However, the Seventh Prince understood what he meant.

The eldest princess Yuffie, who could slaughter a whole family, including her own father and sister, shouldn't be acting.

Or rather.

If it was really an act, just how ruthless and scheming would this Princess Yuffie have to be to do such a thing?

The Seventh Prince didn't believe that a mere princess from a small country like Ilinor could have such means and boldness.

Moreover, those chosen to be Imperial Envoys were no pushovers. With the strength of those low-level countries, let alone killing them, it was unknown if they could even injure their Imperial people.

So, it was obvious.

The latter explanation of being invaded by Syndicate thugs was more believable.

Although the Seventh Prince had always firmly believed in the supreme power of the Imperial people.

In the desert region that was constantly in turmoil and filled with evil, it couldn't be denied that there were indeed quite a few formidable fellows in the Syndicate, some of whom even gave him, an Imperial Prince, a headache.

It wasn't strange that they could kill an envoy.

And casually massacring the innocent royal family and aristocrats of a small country did indeed fit his impression of the Syndicate people's brutality and bloodthirst.

However...

The corners of the Seventh Prince's mouth curled into a smile.

This unexpected incident in the Empire was like being hit by a golden egg for him. His keen sense of smell immediately realized the opportunity behind this matter.

The Empire had a dead envoy, so it was impossible to let the matter rest. They must take action and retaliate, otherwise where would their Imperial prestige be?

Therefore, the Empire would definitely organize an army to go to the Syndicate.

Following this logic, the opportunity was hidden within.

"I have already applied to the Great Sage. This time, the punitive army will be personally led by me, Olba Flor, to the Syndicate to capture the murderer and give a deterrent."

Hearing this, the subordinate in front of him was a bit surprised and said, "Your Highness, why do you still have to personally do this kind of thing..."

"Heh, fool, do you think I'm really just going to avenge the envoy and find the murderer? What a joke, a mere envoy is worthy of that?"

The Seventh Prince was full of disdain.

He quickly changed his tone and said, "My real goal is the magic oil mines in the Syndicate."

"Magic oil mines!?"

The subordinate muttered to himself, seeming to understand something. He immediately widened his eyes and said, "Your Highness, could it be that the rumor is true?"

The Syndicate had always been a desert, so other major powers tried to avoid this ghostly place if they could. It was hard work and thankless, and there was no need to fight with the barefooted.

However, just recently, there had been rumors that in fact, hidden beneath the sands of the Syndicate were vast, vast magic oil mines that could bring enormous energy.

These oil mines, rich in abundant magic power, were simply the best catalyst for spellcasting, with unparalleled promoting effects. They could be used in many occasions, bringing incalculable huge benefits.

If they could really be mined...

"This information was personally told to me by that 'Great Sage'. It can't be fake. I also assured the Great Sage that I would hand over half of the oil field's revenue in the future. Even so, this is still an excellent opportunity for me to fight for the throne. Understand?"

"Understood, Your Highness! Once we really find the magic oil mines and take them for ourselves, with such wealth, we will definitely be able to gain a superior advantage in your competition with the other princes!"

The subordinate nodded with extreme excitement. For those underlings who had already chosen their side, naturally, the more promising their master's future was, the more they could rise with the tide.

No wonder.

No wonder His Highness said this was an opportunity. Taking advantage of the envoy's death, His Highness could not only justifiably requisition the Empire's public army for his own use but also keep it from the suspicion of other princes under the pretext of punishing the evildoers.

Brilliant!

His Highness' move was simply too ingenious.

The Seventh Prince greatly enjoyed the current admiring gaze of his subordinates. However, he wouldn't be careless because of this. This action was of great importance, and he must make full preparations.

Although Olba didn't believe that the mere Syndicate could resist under the iron cavalry of the Imperial army, it was still better to be safe than sorry. Being more cautious was always the right choice.

"Come out, Gola." The Seventh Prince said indifferently to the inner room behind him.

Gola?

Could it be that person?

To the surprise of the subordinate, a female figure slowly emerged from behind the Seventh Prince's curtain. She had a beautiful appearance and was dressed revealingly, with various small ornaments hanging all over her body, such as skulls, venomous fangs, voodoo dolls...

This femme fatale sat on the Seventh Prince's lap, wrapped her arms around his neck, and stared at the trembling subordinate who didn't dare to look directly at her, smiling.

After all...

That was the Empire's ranked hunter!

Ranked 73rd on the hunter list, Voodoo - Gola!

It was said that this hunter was familiar with various poisonous plants in nature and was especially proficient in poison techniques. She once single-handedly caused a plague in a small city of a neighboring country, resulting in countless deaths and injuries among tens of thousands of residents.

With this hunter assisting the Seventh Prince, we would definitely...

Before the subordinate's excitement was over, the Seventh Prince clapped his hands again, and three more figures walked out one after another.

"Poison hag, I advise you to stay away from our prince. If the poison on your body harms the prince, who will settle our remuneration?"

"The Syndicate, huh? Hehehe, what a nostalgic homeland. I wonder how those old friends are doing now, hehehe."

The first one with a rough voice and a burly figure was Tedino, ranked 71st on the hunter list, the King of Beasts!

It was said that this hunter could communicate with fierce birds, and even the most ferocious beasts were like kittens in front of him, able to fight for him. At the same time, Tedino himself could also summon the power of the wild and become immensely strong.

The second one with a hoarse voice, making a "hehehe" dry laughter, the Seventh Prince's subordinate also recognized. Despite his poor appearance and skinny frame, he was actually ranked 63rd on the Empire's hunter list!

Bone King - Pastor

It was said that he was the top necromancer. He was once sent by the Empire to punish a disobedient small country. As a result, this hunter directly used the entire royal city of that small country as a blood sacrifice material and summoned a sixth-tier undead lord!

Not one hunter.

But three, three hunters in the top 100!?

Now the subordinate, just by being in the same room as them, was already sweating profusely, his legs weak and unable to stand steadily.

It seemed that the Seventh Prince had really gone all out this time.

With such a luxurious lineup, coupled with the invincible 50,000-strong iron cavalry army allocated by the Empire, even the notorious Syndicate would have to obediently lie down.

How could we lose?

There was no way to lose!

Giving his subordinates the confidence of certain victory was what a superior should do. The Seventh Prince was very satisfied with his subordinates' current appearance. He finally ordered:

"Go, do a final check on the preparations. Tomorrow morning, we will..."

"Set out immediately!"

Finally, the Seventh Prince returned to his lion-hearted throne and silently touched the hilt of a sword beside the throne. It seemed inconspicuous and dusty, but in fact, this was his greatest hidden card that he hadn't told anyone about.

Given to him by that "Great Sage" to ensure the success of this action...

The Holy Sword!