Chapter 167: The End

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

The war carried on.

The war of attrition had not ended yet. Even though Goethe Nasis had chosen to flee, it was definite that he would make a comeback as he was highly ambitious.

But at least for a short time, William would not have to be bothered by his threat.

“In my previous life, Goethe died but Augustine didn’t. This time, Augustine has become my subordinate. I don’t care if Goethe dies or not, since I have completed the main plot mission. I’ll be the secret ruler of both nations!” William laughed complacently.

It had to be emphasized.

He had finally tasted the joy of being a reborn entity.

He had the advantage of knowing the future, so he achieved a complete victory!

He incited Black Lava Nation to attack Iron Nation and created various raids so that Rhine City would be attacked.

HIs aim was to make Iron Nation use the underground tunnels to spring a surprise attack on Black Lava Nation.

Though, William did not have such an ambitious plan before.

It happened only because Curry gave him a chance!

The ambitions Curry wanted to be a Count at all costs.

At that time,

William hatched a scheme. He thought of a plan to control both nations.

After the Dragon-slaying battle, he had reaped enormous benefits. He had exchanged the dragon crystal for rewards which included the critical magic scrolls that could create illusions.

When William gained control of Marquis Chris, he had Chris kill the second prince and present the decapitated head to the Crown Prince.

The Crown Prince did not suspect anything wrong with the death of the second prince. And in the current war, William used his illusion magic scrolls, and the second prince had come to life.

In the current Black Lava Nation, the King had passed away, and the other eligible princes had either perished or fled.

Hence, if Black Lava Nation did not want to descend into chaos, the second prince had to ascend the throne. Furthermore, with the support of Marquis Chris and a large group of nobles, nobody would challenge the second prince’s ascension.

And the 300 personal guards of the ‘second prince’ were actually the Dragon’s blood warriors. They would help to hide the real identity of the second prince.

At this stage.

It was time for closure.

Soon,

William returned to the battlefield with his real identity. When Violent Dragon and the other players saw William returning after the battle, they only had the words MMP in their hearts.

Lord William seemed like a brave warrior, but he fled at the critical moment. And once Rhine City fell, he had reappeared to gain recognition.

William did not bother what other people thought. He merely shouted, “The Dawn army is invincible. Charge!”

He charged headlong into the enemy and destroyed the last defenses on the city wall. He killed tens of soldiers. With lightning surrounding him, he looked as awesome as the Thunder God.

“It’s awkward…”

“Prince William is shameless…”

“He only goes for the shrimps. Why doesn’t he challenge the high-level BOSSES?”

“Yes, yes.”

The players who were in the dark felt that William was being shameful. Fortunately, they had won, so the players did not fuss too much on William’s actions.

Did William care?

No.

The crux of the conspiracy war was to keep mum about his own victory and personal glory.

When he was collecting his loot, his thick face would be able to withstand ego attacks. Yes, even from magical cannons.

Nobody cried out loud at the death of the King of the Black Lava Nation.

Or,

Even if somebody wailed, their cries would be drowned by the chaos on the ramparts.

As the royal guard commander Renekton had perished in battle…

This legendary BOSS had been the King’s most loyal subordinate. And with his death, William had no more worries.

Moreover, there were 200 Dragon’s blood warriors protecting the ‘second prince’. There was no chance that the assassins could be successful.

What about Marquis Salz?

He was the father-in-law of the Crown Prince and the commander-in-chief. Initially, William had been wary of him.

When the King of the Black Lava Nation arrived at the battlefield, William stole the military seal from him. William had become the commander-in-chief now.

That was a shrewd move.

Tsk, tsk, William was pleased, but he did not say anything.

He did what Black Lava Nation had been unable to do for hundreds of years. Yes, it was conquering the Iron Nation!

Without a doubt,

In the Earth’s few thousand years of history, many Kings and rulers also changed their commanders at the last moment on the battlefield. But it was considered a bad move by military strategists.

When there were victors, there were bound to be losers.

The Black Lava Nation was not defeated, but the military seal was taken away by the ‘second prince’.

Without the legions, Marquis Salz was now powerless.

When he got hold of the news, he spat out blood and almost wilted. He felt as though he was dying.

But he neither betrayed Black Lava Nation nor asked the powerful Diablo to retreat. Instead, he let Diablo continue with the assault.

There was no choice.

He was a noble and a Marquis. He could not betray his country just because the Crown Prince was dead.

Vested interest.

These two words were important.

To the nobles.

Kinship? Love? These words did not exist in the vocabulary of the nobles who only cared for the clan’s vested interest!

He was more than a hundred years old and did not keep such things to heart. He understood that the clan’s vested interest was more important.

Since the Black Lava Nation was on the verge of great victory, it was prudent to let his clan achieve more battle victories. Then the second prince would not have any reason to kill him.

Rhine City was huge.

After 20,000 warriors of the Black Lava Nation died for it, Rhine City had been finally occupied. The city gates were opened.

More soldiers charged into the city and more killings took place.

For a moment.

The legions of the Iron Nation retreated and fell apart. Countless soldiers fled or surrendered.

Field marshal Kainor had no choice but to retreat with 20,000 soldiers and a large group of bewildered players.

At this time.

Kainor showed an infuriated look. He grabbed a soldier’s throat and asked, “Are you telling the truth?”

“Yes, yes, yes…” The struggling soldier’s legs were trembling. The field marshal was so intimidating that the soldier pissed in his pants.

“Trash.” Kainor threw the soldier to the ground.

“Field marshal, it’s true… Lord Goethe was taken away by a huge black hand,” another soldier said. He had a stomachache and diarrhea, and he had spent the last two days in a ruin. It was from there that he had witnessed the scene.

“D*mn!” Kainor was blowing off his top. He was about to execute the soldier when Wells stopped him. Wells gestured for him to calm down.

Kainor inhaled deeply as he noticed the unusual gaze of Wells. He clenched his fists and nodded. Both Kainor and Wells walked together and talked in a hushed tone…