The soldiers of the Imperial Guards walked slowly, and their tall figures dispelled the lingering mist. Only then did Yenfa see clearly the (six-frequency period, please recommend, collect, and leave a message) weapon in their hands.

Some of them hold long swords, some hold long halberds, and the rest hold heavy crossbows.

They are all made of black metal, and the surface reflects a twisted blue-purple glow.

‘It’s the devil-blocking gold!’ Yenafa exclaimed in his heart.

Demon-blocking gold is a very precious and rare metal.

It can suppress the transformation of magic energy, cannot be affected by any known spell, and is the natural enemy of all spellcasters!

It can be made into armor, leaving the wearer "immunized" to almost all magic.

This metal was also used in large quantities to create handcuffs and collars during the previous warlock persecution campaign.

Contacting the demon-blocking gold will not only cause the casters to lose their spell ability, but also cause extremely uncomfortable physiological reactions - most warlocks will vomit continuously, and the pain will make them lose their resistance directly.

Only a particularly powerful warlock can barely resist the bondage of demon gold.

The only one with clear records is Wigofortz.

But even Wigofotez needs to take a very long preparation time to create a few seconds of gap, thereby releasing a faint first-order magic.

As for the sorcerer herself, when she was imprisoned by Niphgad, she was bound by the demon gold and had no power to resist at all.

This made her feel uncomfortable all over when she saw these things, and her wrists were even aching.

His eyes swept across the armor of the imperial guards. Yennaif saw a chain mail that also reflected the smelling blue light under the heavy armor of several imperial guards, and there were one or two black balls the size of fists hanging around everyone's waists.

‘Everyone was wearing magic-blocking armor...those black balls were probably also magic-blocking dust bombs.’ Yennafa retreated along the pool wall, trying to stay away from these things that left her painful memories.

‘These equipment of the imperial guards together may be able to buy a small town… The emperor is definitely prepared!’

The sorcerer can be sure that if the two sides really break out of the battle, at least she and Margarita will definitely not be able to get out of this room.

Yennaifa looked at another bathhouse, and the black-haired mage narrowed his eyes, looked at the weapons in the hands of the imperial guards with interest, and then raised his head and continued to close his eyes to rest.

A long sigh blew away the mist in front of the young man.

"Enhill..." His voice was Wubo, as if he had ignored the onset of crisis around him.

"I'm a little curious, how did you spend the night when your father was tortured by Torres forty years ago?"

The name rang in this room like a thunder. The emperor's face twitched. Vatir, who was standing beside him, even pressed his hand directly on the hilt of the sword, but finally suppressed the urge to draw the sword.

Torres!

That was a name that should have been erased in history books!

Enshir Enris is Emperor Nifgaard and is also the most powerful person in the world today, but his life has a rough life.

He was born in 1220 and is now 53 years old.

When he was a child, his father, Emperor Fogus Enris, was overthrown in the coup.

The usurper also ordered the warlock to torture the young Enshir because the pronunciation of "Enshir" in Nifgadian is close to "heedgehog". One of the warlocks, Blassen, cleverly turned him into a half-human and half-heedgehog monster, called "Uqiong".

However, the spell is not perfect, and Enhill will briefly change back to human form at midnight - which later saved Enhill's life countless times.

The noble Nifgaard, who killed Enhill, usurped the throne and started Enhill's thirty years of exile - was called Torres!

After Enhill regained the throne, the empire's clerks began to completely erase the name Torres from all imperial archives, books and libraries under the command of the new emperor.

After completing the work, all the historians who carried out the orders were massacred.

His name can no longer be mentioned or recalled by anyone - only a very small number of people still remember it today.

From then on, only the three words "user" remained in history.

And this mage actually knows his real name!

Geralt and Yennefa were stunned when they reacted, and Margarita even regretted that she did not cover her ears.

It took Valthal a long time to come to his senses, but saw the emperor staring at him with an angry look.

The spy chief then realized his loss of composure just now.

But his unintentional sword drawing made the name confirm in front of everyone!

He hurriedly put his hand off the hilt of the sword, but it was too late.

He saw the imperial guards who were standing tall and standing in a straight manner looking at each other.

‘Oops!’

Everyone knows that the true name of the ‘usurper’ is dead when he hears it.

The Nifgad Empire already had sufficient reasons to make everyone in this room evaporate.

Including those imperial guards.

Perhaps most of them were willing to die for the emperor. But not all of them were willing to do their duty, but they were in exchange for a tragic ending of being inexplicably silenced by a name.

Even if the emperor and himself make a guarantee now, what can he do? Who can guarantee that he will not settle the score later?

He glanced at the bathhouse not far away, and the black-haired young man was bored and slapped the water vapor in front of him.

His words made the situation in this room undergo a subtle change!

But Zach was not interested in making a big fuss about it, and he continued to speak jokingly.

"When bones pierce your skin, you endure the pain of being cut into pieces, but you can only watch yourself in the mirror become a hedgehog..."

"The nobles who were respectful to you were surrounded by you and laughed at you in a free manner, then turned around and worshiped the new king..."

"Mother was humiliated in front of you, and her father's body was swallowed by wild dogs in the wilderness..."

"You are running in the forest, and the branches scratch your body, but you dare not stop for a moment, because countless hounds are following behind, eager to bite your flesh and blood..."

"During the day, you can only pick up leftovers, sleep on the streets at night, and even hide in the wilderness..."

"And that year, you were only thirteen."

Zach finally turned his head and looked at the emperor:

"Enhill, you are just a child, but you were cruelly thrown into the adult world... That experience will definitely make you unforgettable."

"That doesn't matter." Enhill whispered, seemingly unmoved by the mage's words: "You just need to know that everyone in this story is dead - buried under the floor of the Royal Dance Hall..."

The emperor's sharp eyes swept over the people present.

Yennefa is one hundred years old,

Geralt was ninety-five,

Margarita is one hundred and eighty-seven years old,

That black-haired mage must not be young either.

Just by age, these people are at least his grandfathers, but he is not guilty at all, and his low voice is as cold as ever: "And I don't know how many people older than you have killed."

"Yes, you took back the throne and conquered the known world. So..."

The black-haired mage chuckled:

"Do you think you have grown up? Do you think your empire can gain a foothold..."

"Enhill, unfortunately, that's just your illusion..."

Zach glanced at Vatil and saw a pair of shining demon-blocking gold handcuffs hanging around his waist.

【Hand of the Master】

The handcuffs flew towards Zach suddenly, Vatil was pulled to the ground, and his head bounced a few inches on the marble floor with a "bang".

The spy leader was dragged and slid a few meters away. With a buckle, the handcuffs that had lost their restraints flew into Zach instantly as if they were attracted by magnets.

The mage played with the handcuffs in his hand.

"A level 0 [original blind spot]. Good toy..."

The sudden change made the people stunned for a while, but before reacting, they saw the extremely hard demon-hindering gold in the young man's hand like a loose piece of lime. He tore off one piece with his two fingers and took it in front of him to look carefully.

"A boy wielding a toy wooden sword, he mistakenly regarded himself as the ruler of everything in the world..."

Zach's five fingers were put together, and the handcuffs of the demon gold broke into a pile of crystal clear sand in his palm, and it fell into the pool along the gaps of his fingers.

Tivar, who was lying on the ground, was shocked, and the two sorcerers were also stunned.

Several imperial soldiers even took two steps back.

Only Enhill barely maintained his composure.

boom!

Half of the roof of the bathhouse was blown away by a huge force, but no bricks and tiles were dropped, and no night wind was blowing in.

The star-studded night sky was exposed to everyone.

“That’s the world for adults.”

"War crosses the sea of ​​stars, the ocean is evaporated, and the land is crushed and reshaped like thin paper..."

"In the most cruel war, even the sun will be extinguished and ignited..." As the mage said, the sun badge on the emperor's chest suddenly turned into gold and water. Enhill finally lost his majesty and began to tear his leather jacket in a hurry.

"Your army of 300,000 is no different from a group of ants, and your great empire is just a baby in the cradle..."

"And I am the only barrier between this baby and that world now. And you..."

"You dare to ask for decency from me?"

The black-haired young man raised his head and closed his eyes again.

The silence was restored to the bathing ground, but no one dared to break the silence this time.

After a long time, Zach patted the edge of the pool beside him.

"Come here, kid."

"We have a lot of things to talk about, and I can give you a lot too..."
Chapter completed!