Chapter 878: Only What You Eat Is Truly Yours

The vast royal palace hall resembled a Western medieval castle, but the main color of this castle was gray, giving off an oppressive feeling.

Soldiers exuding powerful auras stood at various posts. Baiyi, observing the royal palace from high above, was somewhat amazed.

These soldiers were at least Golden Upper Tier.

Moreover, if Baiyi was not mistaken, more than half of the guards here came from territories that had already been incorporated into the Anaosai World.

From the eyes of some, Baiyi saw a sense of vicissitude unique to the upper tier.

Zero’s database quickly matched the corresponding information. This was…. a king of a Tier Six World?

Baiyi found it somewhat difficult to understand Charlemagne.

These guards protected the safety of the royal palace and royal city. In this era of large-scale warfare, any mishap could allow these guard forces to easily seize the royal city and change the allegiance of the capital city.

After all, the hatred for world destruction is not easily extinguished.

Even the Dark Side could easily perceive the hatred within these people’s hearts.

This hatred was a very high-quality negative emotion, even making Baiyi feel a desire to devour it.

Zero’s voice sounded in a timely manner.

[According to data comparison, the majority of guards are high-ranking personnel from defeated worlds. These high-ranking soldiers are distributed across various worlds, becoming one of the troops of the Anaosai World.]

Baiyi nodded in understanding. If orders were issued with these people, although the prisoners might still harbor resistance, it would be much better than slow assimilation.

Assimilation is a long process, and if soldiers could see hope in advancing or safely leaving, they might not rebel.

Coupled with the original commands of their officers or king, the current situation became understandable.

With Carl personally guarding the royal palace, these people really had no chance to rebel.

Baiyi descended into the royal city from the sky.

The weapons in the soldiers’ hands trembled slightly, but upon sensing the aura that even elemental power avoided, all the soldiers, including the imprisoned king and officials, knelt on one knee, clutched their chests, bowed their heads, and reverently called out, “Prince Ji’an!”

Baiyi glanced at these people. From observing twice, Baiyi could deduce that the original Prince Ji’an probably did not have a good temper.

Whether it was that wizard, the quartermaster, or these guards and prisoners, they all shared a unified emotion, fear.

A faint breath was drawn, and the element of fear in the air entered his body, slowly enhancing the Dark Side’s evil thought.

Even though there are not many legends about Prince Ji’an among the people, in the eyes of these high-ranking individuals, his image should be quite brutal.

Entering the royal palace, Baiyi chose not to use power directly to find Carl, instead, he observed the palace.

The palace bore many traces of technology, but more so a power that Baiyi did not comprehend.

It resembled magic inscriptions, but was cruder than magic.

The essence of a mage is to absorb natural elements to store within, nurturing the body while transforming the natural elements into personal power.

However, these inscriptions directly manipulate natural elements, not requiring them to be introduced into one’s body.

This indicates that the casting speed of this system would be faster than that of a mage because the natural elements are unrefined, making the magic even more frenzied.

But it is not as stable or as lasting as a mage.

This is more akin to the Arcane Magic created by Noel, yet somewhat different.

This must be the lost wizard heritage from Dawn.

However, this system occupies a middle ground, akin to the utilization of elemental power between magic and Arcane Magic.

It even leans more towards summoning and sacrifice.

In the records of Dawn, during the early phases of the New God era, most Evil God Priests were of the wizard profession.

This profession harbors an obsession with sacrifice.

Especially the heritage of some wizards, they always thought of freeloading the power of an Evil God, but would become frenzied while doing so.

Entering a great hall.

Baiyi’s attention was drawn to a person.

It was a middle-aged man, seated high on the throne, a giant sword placed beside the black throne, which merely at a glance gave a sense of weight and sharp conflict.

The eyes of this middle-aged man were full of indifference as he looked at Baiyi, without the complaints or warmth Baiyi imagined, as if looking at a…. stranger.

Baiyi was slightly stunned, then calmly asked, “Brother, what do you want from me?”

This person was unmistakably Carl, clad in black battle armor, with a blood-colored cloak faintly visible behind, giving a fierce impression.

Carl gazed indifferently at Baiyi, for a long time, then calmly said, “Prince Ji’an, you are still on my side, right?”

Baiyi pondered slightly, looked around, and sat on a table, his faint red eyes turning scarlet, exuding wisps of blood qi.

“That depends on whether brother can give me what I want, otherwise, I wouldn’t mind playing with the alliance.”

Baiyi unabashedly spoke, yet such words, considered rebellious among the empire’s leaders, surprisingly relaxed the Great Emperor’s eyes somewhat.

Baiyi internally relaxed slightly. As expected, greed, brutality, and power—this is the persona of this identity.

If such a persona is to be maintained, it indeed could be dangerous, but it allows for gaining more.

Carl raised his hand, and space was violently torn apart. A jade box appeared in the crack, flying to Baiyi.

“I have other uses for the remaining resources. This is for this year, I’ll give it to you in advance. The matter you spoke of is approaching. Prepare yourself; this time, you will lead the team personally.”