Chapter 88: The Falmouths Demand I Rise
As soon as Lena finished speaking, members of the Blood Raven faction surrounded her, their various spells at the ready.
Moore snapped his fingers, and those who had listened to his speech seemed to be compelled by an unseen force, moving to his side, their arms raised, their eyes filled with a strange, murderous intent.
Moore’s voice had become a divine decree!
But Lena, knowing the truth, understood this was merely an illusion created by Moore’s professional ability.
[Neural Trigger]
That was Moore’s full profession name.
His ability allowed him to influence emotions through sound, creating a compelling force that robbed people of their reason, making them obey him.
The Blood Raven faction was mainly composed of professionals skilled in mental attacks. For those unprepared, they were an insidious army, silent killers on the battlefield.
“Not waiting for Judge Anderson?” Lena wasn’t afraid of being controlled. After all, Moore’s rank was lower than hers, and with her abundant magic power, his influence was minimal.
“My subordinates found Anderson’s body in the back! Hmph, quite ruthless, even I wouldn’t go that far…” Moore sneered, snapping his fingers again.
The expressions of the guests changed, and they began attacking each other, even biting and tearing flesh, chewing and swallowing with savage delight.
Those under his control couldn’t use magic, reduced to mere pawns, but it was enough, enough to showcase the Blood Ravens’ power to Lena, hoping to impress her.
“Reconsidering yet?” Moore issued his final ultimatum. He knew the consequences of angering a rank six Necromancer, but as an Imperial Prince, he believed Lena wouldn’t dare kill him, wouldn’t dare offend the empire. “Join the Blood Ravens, sign the contract, and we’ll be friends. The Blood Ravens welcome everyone, and I’ll spare these innocent people.”
A woman barely twenty, still in her youth, Moore believed Lena would make the rational choice.
“Stop activating the portal, and I’ll release them immediately, how about that?” Moore stared intently at her.
But Lena’s expression remained unchanged. She simply lowered her arm, sighing. “You remind me of someone…”
Moore’s eyes lit up. “Who?”
“A short, arrogant little devil with a side ponytail. Oh, you should know her.”
“Weakling, weakling~ Senior Weakling looks so pathetic being threatened by her brother~.”
Diana arrived with a group of Imperial Guards, mocking Lena’s predicament, giggling.
Moore’s face darkened upon seeing Diana. “What are you doing here?!”
“Don’t be so formal, dear brother.” Diana blinked, a sweet smile on her face. “We’ve been fighting since we were in the womb, isn’t it tiring to constantly second-guess each other? Can’t we just sit down and talk things out?”
She didn’t even bother with her usual condescending tone when facing her brother, her opponent.
In other words, she was here to help Lena, not to make things worse.
Moore realized this, his expression darkening, suppressing his anger.
Diana was his younger sister; he couldn’t attack her, especially with so many Imperial Guards present. This was troublesome…
“You called them?” Moore gestured for the Blood Raven members to stop casting, his face cold. “Heh, you think you’re safe now that you’ve brought Diana?”
“Not really…” Lena moved slowly, circling Moore. “I just think such a wonderful banquet shouldn’t be without its star. Sometimes, when we focus too much on one thing, we forget other things. Your Highness is so focused on recruiting me, have you considered the consequences?”
Professor Witch entered the hall with Agnes, holding a document and several recording stones, evidence of Moore’s crimes and his illegal businesses, enough to get him executed, even his status as an Imperial Prince couldn’t save him.
Angel and Mines followed, Vanessa trailing behind on her Rotten Wood Carpet, her hands shimmering with faint light, her fingers weaving threads of magic, completing the spatial portal.
“Such a cunning plan! Lena!!”
Seeing Vanessa, Moore felt like he had swallowed a fly, his last hope extinguished.
He finally understood why Lena wasn’t afraid of him…
From the very beginning!
He had been played by this woman!
“You killed Anderson, you tricked me, you even brought the Imperial Guard to witness my humiliation, what more do you want? To usurp the throne? To use this evidence to force me to abdicate?!”
Moore finally snapped, unleashing his mind control magic without regard for the consequences.
The desperate gamble of a rank five Neural Trigger affected everyone except Lena and Professor Witch.
Those who could still move were either clutching their heads in pain or struggling to resist.
Almost all members of the imperial family possessed the ability to control others’ minds or bodies. Diana’s Word Spirit Magic, Moore’s mind control, all mental attacks, impossible to defend against.
Lena felt a sharp pain in her head.
She pressed her temples, but her hands were weak, unable to focus…
“So what if you’re a rank six Necromancer? Even if you’re rank six, can you resist mind control?!” Moore laughed maniacally, the feeling of controlling others intoxicating, like an omnipotent god. Even if there was no turning back, he could take them all down with him!
Yes.
He no longer cared about Diana’s life, or anyone else’s.
He had no way out, and it was all Lena’s fault!!
“If you had just agreed from the beginning, none of this would have happened! They’re all dead because of you! You’re the one who deserves to die!”
Moore’s grin widened, the clown makeup on his face cracking.
He approached Lena, raising his hand to slap her.
“Oh? Still have some strength left?”
Moore paused, observing with amusement.
He wanted to see how Lena would escape his mind control without external help. Breaking free from mental control was impossible!
Lena’s body was enveloped in black mist.
Within the impenetrable darkness, her aura intensified, expanding limitlessly, spreading fear…
Professor Witch’s expression changed. As a fellow Necromancer, she knew what this meant…
“You’re crazy, Lena! Do you want everyone here to die?!”
“The Falmouths demand I rise.”
Lena only said this, entering Mana Surge. The ground beneath them turned into a muddy swamp, boiling black water rising, swirling into a giant vortex.
Moore watched in horror, desperately trying to control the others to stop Lena, even as cannon fodder, to lessen the impact.
“It’s over, it’s over…” Professor Witch muttered to herself. “Lena is serious, does she have no sense of restraint? Is her pride really that important?”
She couldn’t stop Lena. At the same rank, all she could do was protect Agnes, Diana, and the others. She had to fulfill her duty as a head of department, not that reckless student in the air.
