Raft Survival: Fished a mermaid at the beginning

Chapter 284 Failed!
The power of the army is so powerful that it can even attack the royal family without legal sanctions.

It can be said that in order to realize his ambitions and revive the Deep One Sect, Moncast has brought too many terrible disasters to the once beautiful and rich country of New Ze County.

In the memory of the Duke of Il, three princes were secretly executed one after another in order to avenge their mother and resist the rule of Moncastle.

Countless ministers with strong bones were ransacked and exterminated.

A bloody Iron Curtain hangs over the capital.

Many loyal and loyal people were unhappy, withdrew from the court, hid in the mountains and forests, and did not care about world affairs.

And those flatterers, one by one, borrowed their loyalty to the sect and climbed to high positions, making the ravaged country even more painful.

The royal family is useless, and the princes have lost all power.

The king has no ability to do this, so he can only drink away his sorrows, fall into painful memories, miss the queen all day long, cover his face with tears, and stay behind closed doors.

The affairs of the state are declining day by day, and the court is full of smog.

The few remaining princes were so frightened that they didn't dare to resist at all. They were addicted to hunting and women, and they were like useless people.

The Kingdom of New Jersey is like a decadent old man, walking towards the death swamp step by step.

The grandfather of the Duke of Ill once fought side by side with the first generation of kings, and he was as close as a brother.

And Il's family also swore to be loyal and defend the honor of the kingdom, for which they could sacrifice their lives.

Facing the country's declining state, the Duke of Ill could no longer just sit idly by.

When everyone gave up, the Duke of Il threw himself into the darkness and even took the initiative to join the sect.

This incident caused an uproar, and many old friends no longer had any friendship with him.

For this reason, his father broke with him, vowed never to see him again, and drove him out of the family.

The king, who was as close as an uncle, also felt alienated from him, with indifference in his eyes, as if looking at a traitor.

Duke Il didn't care about all this at all.

He embraced the darkness, just to let the light of dawn completely illuminate this country!

For this, he is willing to give everything!
……

"Duke Il!" the majestic voice came again.

Duke Ill was startled suddenly, and his expression immediately returned to normal.

He turned around and replied humbly.

"Master Moncastle, I have opened the cursed urn according to your wishes."

"And the sacrifice you designated, the Black Mamba has also been successfully sacrificed."

"Fortunately not humiliated!"

"As long as the cursed urn swallows Xiao Yang and all his warriors, then we will gain the power of the evil god!"

"The revival of the sect is imminent!"

Duke Ill bowed his head respectfully, trying to look humble.

"Hmm...very good!" Moncast raised his chin, and raised the corners of his wrinkled lips, showing a satisfied expression.

"Black Mamba is a very special person. His bloodline is very mysterious and he possesses powerful power."

"Even Black Mamba doesn't know about this!"

"The sect has been operating for many years, and let the black mamba kill the harmless man and animal Duke Ed who can only read poetry, just to make him bear the shackles called sin."

"Once his heart is imprisoned by the shackles of sin, he will struggle between justice and evil!"

"The emotional storm will intensify, thus mobilizing the power of his blood."

"Finally and completely awaken the powerful fragment of consciousness in the Urn of Curse!"

Moncast patted Duke Il's shoulder vigorously.

"You are very smart and know the times!"

"When Xiao Yang is eliminated, the reputation of my sect will be spread to every corner of this sea area, making those ignorant people tremble under the shadow of the evil god."

"Let those who are weak surrender to us!"

"Let all pagans once again kneel before the omniscient and omnipotent Supreme Lord!"

"You will become the king and replace the decaying royal family!"

"I like you very much!"

Monka cast his dead eyes on Duke Il, showing admiration.

Duke Ill's body trembled uncontrollably.

"Then... what about the king?"

Moncast snorted coldly, as if he was not very happy with Duke Ill's performance.

"Why are you so nervous!"

"You are not trying to usurp the throne, you are just survival of the fittest!"

"Anything outdated will be replaced by something more advanced and powerful!"

"You can rest assured that the king still has his blood, and I will clean it up for you, so that you can be a safe and worry-free king!"

"But the premise is that you must contribute to our sect as you do now!"

The Duke of Ill was numb from Moncast's expectant eyes.

He shuddered at the thought of the impending danger to the king's family.

His heart is full of sympathy for the royal family.

He never wanted to be the king himself.

But from Muncasse's words, the Duke of Il heard a dire future.

However, he didn't dare to have any rebellious emotions.

The corners of Duke Ill's mouth twitched desperately to make himself smile, although the smile was very forced and stiff.

"My subordinates swear to serve the sect to the death!"

The Duke of Ill squeezed out a flattering smile and lowered his head, not daring to look at Moncast's terrifying eyes again.

Moncast sneered when he saw Duke Ill's performance.

My heart is full of contempt, and I secretly said in my heart.

"Although it's a useless puppet, it's much better than those useless members of the royal family!"

"If it wasn't for this, I would have sacrificed you to my lord long ago!"

"When the task assigned by your Excellency is completed, there will be no need for everyone in this country to exist."

Moncast showed a sinister gaze, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly.

At this time, the cursed urn in the distance was shining brightly, emitting a stream of air that pierced the sky, and the air stream suddenly dropped, and quickly began to fall back.

An indescribable aura is spreading outward.

The affected Principality soldiers, as well as Zhao Tiezhu and the cavalry, seemed to be drawn by an invisible force, and began to slide towards the center of the cursed man.

Soon, a Principality soldier approached the range of light.

Fine tooth marks suddenly appeared on his chest, as if his upper body was torn off by an invisible mouth.

Blood spurted out, and the internal organs were pulled into the air.

This weird scene frightened the soldiers of the principality in the rear to retreat.

An Qian, who had fled back to the woods, stared blankly at the scene in front of her, feeling extremely frustrated.

Unexpectedly, his first battle would be stopped by the black-robed old man.

And because he released the secret, he was in a state of silence for the next half an hour, unable to release any skills.

An Qian's complexion became very ugly, and she reported to Xiao Yang very quickly.

"Sorry, I failed!"

An Qian's voice seemed unusually low.

However, she heard Xiao Yang's calm and gentle voice.

"Don't worry, I've seen it, leave it to me."

Through the holographic projection on the table, Xiao Yang clearly saw the previous battle.

Seeing An Qian kill the captain of the guard, he was stopped by the old man in black.

Xiao Yang smiled lightly, supported the table with both hands, and stood up.

"I didn't expect that the enemy would show up a master so soon!"

(End of this chapter)