Chapter 90 Hayek's Hand Although Don Rodick's attack was approaching, Shimana was not panicked. She had witnessed his rise and understood his fighting skills. The fight before her was nothing more than a serious practice between the weakened Don Rodick and her. Every second, Selina felt sad for Don Rodic. The deconstruction and desecration of the image of "Legendary Warrior Don Rodic" did not happen when Don Rodic's body and mind became a woman. Before that, he had already destroyed this image with his own hands. This is the common end of all the heroes who failed to die on the battlefield. The way down the mountain is as long and steep as the way up. Disgrace and ruin are the norm in this industry, and it is the instinct of spectators to take advantage of others' misfortunes. In modern times, people worship heroes by binding the rapidly rising power, interests and heroes together. Then, when the power begins to weaken and the interest relationship is dissolved, the hero's identity begins to disintegrate. The same goes for the "Imperial Power Killer" plan. The life trajectories of the people present have been affected by it to varying degrees. It can also be said that they met because of the "Imperial Power Killer" plan. Selina, like Count Marseille, was only an accomplice of the plan and was unable to see its full features, but she felt that if the goal of the plan was to assassinate Isabella Trastamara, the three states alliance that formulated the plan was a bit...stupid. The weakened Don Rodic blasphemed the "legendary warrior Don Rodic", but it was Irian himself who actually assassinated the imperial power. Since he transformed into Isabella and behaved more and more like a witch rather than an emperor, the sacredness and solemnity of "imperial power" silently dissipated over time. So, why was it necessary to assassinate Isabella? She herself was a veritable "emperor killer."

People cannot resist the decline of the times. Isabella is a person who is changed by the times, whose classical elements are dissolved and who begins to embrace a new life. Don Rodick is a man who refuses to be changed by the times, but his life is inevitably being changed; Dias Toledo, Duke of Alva, Selena didn't know much about him, but the fact that he was loved by Don Rodick meant that he was inclined towards classicism, a person who had just been changed by the times and had not yet felt the pain. Their tragedies are different, but the collapse of classicism connects them. When the machete cut Selina's cheek, the pain woke the warden up. Why would she think about these things in battle? She looked at the chain that bound Helena on her right hand and found that the pieces of flesh on it - the nun's leather was low-key and simple eroding her chain, making her fall into memories and useless thoughts. So, she sacrificed her own skin in order to make me hallucinate? Now that she had seen through the nun's tactics, Selina distanced herself from Don Rodic again and withdrew the chains in her right hand. A second later, she found that the chains did not respond to her call, but maintained the status quo. It's not just an illusion, but he's also controlling the chains? ! The sluggishness of the chains in turn limited Selina's mobility. She stopped where she was and watched Don Rodick and the knife shadow crash into her field of vision. Selina wanted to manipulate the chain on her left hand to defend herself, but Don Rodick's move was unexpected: he activated the spirit magic on the scimitar and threw the weapon upwards, and the powerful suction force sucked the chain on Selina's left hand upwards. Is it magnetism?! Selena's door was wide open without the chains. She wanted to draw the scimitar for protection, but Don Rodick reached out and pressed the back of her hand, pushing the scimitar back from the sheath. The next blow was a headbutt from Don Rodick. The dull pain on Selina's forehead made stars in her eyes and her body sway. The second headbutt made her head buzz. She wanted to grab the man's arm, but her body and vision began to spin. She flew into the sky and fell into the soft, marshmallow-like ground. After a few seconds, when severe pain attacked her head and body, she realized that she had been thrown over the shoulder by Don Rodick. She wanted to laugh, but had not yet regained control of her facial muscles, because everything Don Rodick did to her was exactly what she had taught Don Rodick, the key to subduing the witch. “The witch’s spellcasting requires stability, so if she gives you a chance to get close, the first thing you should do is attack her head to confuse her perception. The success rate of a witch who has lost her stability will drop rapidly. You must kill her before she regains consciousness. Otherwise, if she casts magic at close range, you will not be able to escape. The flying speed after the magic is completed is the fastest among all offensive supernatural powers."

Don Rodick still remembered the teachings from that time, so Selena saw him draw his sword and stab it in her direction with the blade. Selina closed her eyes, but the imagined pain took a long time to come, so she opened her eyes in confusion and saw the machete piercing into the soil against her cheek, cutting off a few strands of her hair. "Why?" Selina asked. "My body has become dull, but at least I still have a sense of battle. You had no intention of killing in the fight just now, so I won't kill you either." Tang Rodick replied. "Innocent." "If you must have a rational reason, well, you are a veteran in the 'Tower' field. Killing you will cause a lot of trouble for my friends." "Don't you hate me?" "I hate you. If you were the Selina in my memory, I would probably punch you hard, but now, I only see a fat lady." Tang Rodick picked up the two swords and said, "People will change, Selina, but you have become a little... disgusting. Compared with your mind, your body is even more pleasing to the eye. So, it is difficult for me to match you with the friend in my memory. Looking at you is like looking at a stranger, and the hatred in my heart has subtly decreased. I don't know about you, but my good friend Selena is a slim, grumpy but nice person. She has witnessed my rise and has also been a supporter of my rise. Just as I want to leave as Don Rodic, Selena, my good friend, I also want to separate her beauty from her ugliness. The beauty is Selena, and she will always live in my memory. " “Is it fun to deceive yourself?” "If the reality of the world is so cold, you have to allow people to warm themselves with fantasy. Aren't money, extraordinary power, status, and fame also such fantasies? At least I know that when Selena and I lay side by side on the roof, sharing the grandeur and loneliness of the starry sky, we had many fascinating fantasies. My heart was once shaken because Selena was so charming, but my loyalty to my lover, my fear of her unique habits, and my inferiority complex made me curb my thoughts and choose to continue to be friends. " Hearing this, Selena's vision became blurred, and she sobbed and said, "If I had known earlier, I would have drugged and raped you." "..." Tang Rodick was stunned for a moment. Although it was outrageous, this was what Selena was like. Unfortunately, the warden was not Selena, and his good friend would never come back. Don Rodick met up with Sister Helena. He clearly saw that the nun's shredded skin quickly recovered and returned to its normal appearance in the blink of an eye. At this time, Selina's voice sounded behind Don Rodick: "I don't know the specifics of the 'Royal Killer' plan, but you, the Duke of Alva, and Corneille, all three of you are in this plan." "what?!" Don Rodick turned around and saw Selina open her mouth. She must have something else to share with him, but she couldn't say a word. Chains surged out of Selena's body, rising uncontrollably, forming a palm that grabbed Selena. Selena looked at Don Rodic desperately, trying to ask for help, but before Don Rodic could react, Helena made a blocking move. (Discipline magic is magic where a superior controls an inferior. The warden is already a 'senior', so who controls her?) "The King of the Forest." (Yes, Mr. Don Rodic, what you are seeing is the famous stunt of the forest king of the 'Tower' realm, Amarathon Hayek, the 'Hayek Hand'.) (Other witches use discipline magic to control the lower beings, which requires contact or visual distance, but Amaraxunsa's "Hand of Hayek" uses invisible power to stir the lower beings without distance restrictions.)

"If both of us attack her together, how long can we last against her?" asked Tang Rodick. (If she fights us in the Warden's body, three minutes, but I don't think fighting her is a good idea.) "The battle between Monsieur Corneille and little Marceau has not yet been decided. We cannot allow her to interfere there." However, Amarasintha has no interest in Corneille's battle, she does have a plan to rescue the Count of Marseille, but only if there is a chance that he will win. Now that Count Marseilles was about to fail, there was little point in rescuing him. Then, in the "Hand of Hayek", the teleportation magic was activated, and Selena disappeared along with the chains that made up her palm. Chapter 91 Progress and Civilization Corneille pulled out the arrow that was nailed to "Sulena". After eliminating the last confidant of Count Marseille, he once again faced the "main course" of the night. Although inconspicuous, the gloved fighters and archers under Count Marseille caused Corneille no less trouble than the shield guards. The gems inlaid on the fighter's gloves contain one-time extraordinary powers. Seven gems correspond to seven different extraordinary powers, all of which have practical value. When the gems are exhausted, the gloves will pull the gem bag on the fighter's waist and automatically refill it. The special arrows shot by the archer can adjust the trajectory by the archer himself in the middle of the journey to complete incredible maneuvers. When aimed at the target's body or props, the output efficiency of the target's supernatural power can be reduced. Gao Naiyi took advantage of the fact that the divine weapon could not be harmed by ordinary weapons, and used the "Magic Bullet Shooter" to contain it, frequently letting the "Flying Lion" collide head-on with the fighter's gloves. As the fighter finished recharging his third round of gems, he split the gauntlet, undoing the fighter's extraordinary power output and taking his enemy's life. The process of dealing with the archer was unremarkable. In order to make the archer believe that he had no more ammunition for the "Magic Bullet Shooter", he raised his shield and shot at the opponent for a long time. His failure to fight back during the beatings made the archer gradually addicted to the pleasure of prying the turtle shell. When Cornell suddenly fell and exposed his neck, the archer was guided by his hunter instinct and took careful aim. After the arrow was fired, he manually adjusted the trajectory to ensure a fatal blow. Corneille had observed that when an archer manually adjusted the trajectory of the arrow, his body would stop moving and his attention would be too focused on the arrow. He took advantage of this flaw and threw the "Sulena". The last "Magic Bullet Shooter" hidden in the shield released a stream of wind, allowing "Suliana" to hit the archer's forehead at an incredible speed. The archer fell down after being hit hard, losing control of his body. When his vision became clear again, he saw the blue blade of the "Flying Lion" falling from the sky. The "Magic Bullet Shooter" has a limited amount of ammunition produced per day, and it will take until the next natural day to restore the supply. Corneille will not be able to use the spirit magic in the next battle. Not only that, Corneille's knuckles were torn, and dried dark red blood covered the wound - this was the price he paid for killing the fighter. Corneille's clavicle was broken by the arrow, and the movement of his left shoulder joint was significantly restricted - this was the price he paid for dealing with the archer. The wound on his ribs left by Anmita was also aching slightly. The only good news is that with the death of the archer, the reduced output efficiency quickly returned to normal levels. Gao Naiyi could accept the fact that he could defeat his opponent with only such an injury while retaining his magic. In fact, if Selina, who was unclear about her position, had not thrown them one by one, giving Corneille the opportunity to defeat them one by one, he would have to use another magic. After all, these three opponents are extraordinary people from the La Marche family. The La Marche family is an old noble family active in Hercegnes, and their origins lie in the Château de Vendôme in the Riverlands. The Riverlands were conquered by the New Empire, the predecessor of the Federation, through war and were rich in coal and iron resources.

Interests make people fight. The new empire's integration of the region was slow and rebellions occurred from time to time. Therefore, the emperor finally made up his mind to spend a lot of money to build several castles in important places of the state and to enfeoff his favorites in the areas covered by the castles in order to strengthen his control over the riverside state. Charles La Marche, the founder of the La Marche family, was originally a robed noble who worked as a civil servant in the court and could not inherit the title. However, because of his meritorious service in defending the local area, he was granted the title of Count Vendome, which made the La Marche family have hereditary fiefdom and title. Through marriage, they succeeded in becoming related to the Trastamara family, and although they were only a marginal branch with a low succession line, they still gained considerable benefits by serving the royal family. Later, after Earl Berry was exposed for keeping a foreign beast-eared girl as a mistress, the royal family stripped him of his title and expelled him from the country. Since the Earl of Berry is also a marginal branch of the House of Trastamara, the House of La Marche can claim the inheritance of the County of Berry and the Earl's throne. After careful operation, they finally took over the County of Berry. A few years later, in the struggle between the emperor and the parliament, they stood firmly on the side of the emperor and provided financial support, which earned them the royal award and promotion to the Duke of Berry. From then on, Duke of Berry became the main title of the House of La Marche. Although the situation in this land is ever-changing, the La Marche family has never left the center of power. They move among various forces like chameleons, showing their diplomatic skills. The sixth Duke of Berry, who died this year, was an even better player. He did not clearly side with the royalists, but was still able to please the moody Isabella Trastamara. In comparison, the second Duke of Alba, Fernando's jump, seemed ridiculous. Unfortunately, his son, the seventh Duke of Berry, was a mediocre man... but this shortcoming was slightly made up for by the old duke's legitimate illegitimate son, Henri Marsay-La Marche. It is not surprising that Henry has become a core member of the family and is able to gain the loyalty of capable and loyal extraordinary people. only…… Corneille watched the Count of Marseille, lying on the ground, filling a blank page with verses - considering the speed of his creation, "filled" is an appropriate description. This reminded Corneille that Count de Marseille started out as a poet, and that people who engage in art have a kind of incomprehensible madness: There was a novelist who drove away his wife and daughter, and only let the servants bring water and take away the garbage regularly. He locked himself in the room, took off all his clothes, fully released his passion, and carried out intensive creation. There was a playwright who was addicted to coffee. He could not write without this bitter drink. He drank about as much coffee as other people in a week. When he didn't drink coffee, he would suffer from headaches. There was once a painter who repeatedly painted on a canvas. The work that was considered a masterpiece by outsiders became worse and worse as he made more and more changes, but he became more and more excited. When he completed his life's masterpiece and passed away suddenly, people saw that the so-called masterpiece was a blackened canvas. News like this appeared repeatedly in newspapers, so Corneille would not feel strange when he saw Count Marseille writing poetry on the battlefield. The passion of an artist is similar to the rage of a warrior. It is uncontrollable and unimpeded by the world. It produces three-tenths of bad works, mediocrity and tragedy, and the last tenth of masterpieces. The sudden silence made Count Marseille look up. Seeing Corneille holding a sword and the body lying behind him, he was stunned for a moment and said, "Are they...dead?" "Yes, they tried their best to delay me. Even though we were enemies, I still want to praise their fighting spirit and pay tribute to them as warriors." Corneille looked at the work of Count Marseille and said, "I hope what you are doing is related to the upcoming battle. Otherwise, you are just wasting the precious strength of the La Marche family." "Haha, Mr. Corneille, have you been infected by people like Don Rodic who are destined to be eliminated by the times?" Count Marseille was somewhat disdainful: "I admire you from the bottom of my heart and want to write a poem for you, because you are very similar to me. In the old era, we both had to serve the masters as cattle and horses for our whole lives, but in the new era, we have turned over and become new masters through our own struggles, and we can even strike hard at the old masters! Don Rodick was originally such a person, but this fool did not understand that it was the new era that made him successful. In the classical era that he longed for, a lowly person like him was not even worthy of being an extraordinary person. This is an era full of competition. Even if you are born noble, if you lack ability, you will fail in the competition and be replaced by others. Perhaps the means of our struggle are dirty, but in the classical era, wasn't it dirty for the feudal nobles to oppress the lower classes with ignorance and religion? Isn't it dirty for incompetent people to hold high positions just because of their noble surnames?

If all living things are stupid, they are born to work like slaves for others and spend their lives like this. Why should we let those idiots who just have a good surname reap the value of their labor instead of us doing more efficient and accurate work?