Orc Tyrant

Jena, the capital of the Benedict Empire, is more of a church than a city.

The magnificent buildings spread out in all directions, countless tall building spires and stone statues have spread to the sky. This piece of land that was once divided by many cities and countries for thousands of years has been divided into two thousand five hundred years ago. Covered under the brilliance of the Kenia Empire, it became the cornerstone of its magnificent monument.

It also has a very special status-the first saint of the Kaimon Church started preaching here. This is also the holy place of the entire Kaimon Church, and all believers need to visit here at least once in their lives.

It is precisely because of the particularity of this city that there have been countless wars, bloodsheds, and conspiracies surrounding it for thousands of years.

Similarly, Jena has experienced several destructions, but each rebirth will be more spectacular than the last. In order to emphasize its legitimacy, the new empire will always continue to contribute to the holy city.

So when Queen Anna, the legal heir of the empire, announced that the new capital of the empire would be established here, some people expressed their concern that the city’s religious significance was too strong for a more secular regime like the Benedict Empire. Not so suitable.

But Queen Anna's reason is also very simple. People need stability. In this dark time, nothing can bless the longevity of the empire more than a firm belief.

Although this city has never been the capital of an empire, successive emperors have built palaces here for pilgrimage purposes. The area occupied by the palace includes an entire satellite city and residential area.

Tens of thousands of people worked for the empire within its palace walls, and many of them never left the place where they were born until they were old.

This is the shining and pulsating heart of all the great achievements of the empire. Its magnificence and dignity are beyond the category that can be fully described by any text. The majestic Temple of the Father is the shining jewel on the crown of the empire, bright and eternal.

However, in a large city, there must be all kinds of invisible spaces and secret places.

The light will not shine in these corners-there is light and darkness, and the shadows exist under the magnificence of the empire, so there is such a place.

It is said that it is also a palace, the second heart and brain of the empire. Its place is even above the imperial parliament, but it is not well known. Only through gossip between the palaces can we catch some clues.

The servants call it the Shadow Palace, and some people call it the Shadow Palace.

It is within the inner court of the palace, but if someone examines the drawings left by the designers who laid the foundation for the city, there will never be the slightest trace of the existence of this room and its entrance.

From any point of view, this place does not exist, and even those who are allowed to know its authenticity cannot identify it on the map.

If you shouldn't find the shadow palace, then you will never find it.

There are many entrances to this place, and everyone who meets here knows one or two of them—the secret path hidden in the trompe l’oeil artworks in the Arc Light Gallery, or in the passage behind the waterfall inside the gate, or in an inconspicuous area The dead end of the city, a certain invisible button in the elevator, and so on.

Some of them have not been used since they were built. Those who are called to the shadow palace will enter a fickle, difficult to map maze, and a machine will guide them to find the room and never repeat the path they have taken before.

The only certainty is that part of this shadow palace is located at the top of one of the hundreds of towers inside the palace, and this is just a guess based on the dim sunlight that penetrates here, and the thick curtains like sails are constantly changing. Close the oval window on the wall of the room tightly.

Some people suspect that the light may be a blind trick, forged through dark glass, or even completely artificial lighting.

Perhaps this place is located deep underground, or there are many identical rooms, which are so indistinguishable from each other that they are indistinguishable.

And once stepped here, there was no more secretive place in the empire. Except for the queen's palace, no one could eavesdrop on conversations in a non-existent room.

The black mahogany walls here are simply decorated, with only a few paintings and a few lights, but the layers of institutions hidden underneath make this room and what happens inside it safe from surveillance and eavesdropping by any means.

There is a mechanism to shield the detection frequency, there are instruments that absorb sound, heat and light, and there are traces of living nerve tissue that endlessly release mental activities equivalent to white noise in all psychic bands.

There are even rumors that this room is shrouded in a place of interference, allowing the entire room to exist between nonexistence, and thus free from the influence of any prophecy in the vast ocean.

There is only one table in the shadow palace, a long octagonal rosewood table. The holographic projector placed on it shines on the people at the table with a cold light.

Six of them are sitting on one side, the seventh is the first, and the eighth is not seated, but stands alone outside the range of light, content to assume a tall figure full of shadows and corners.

The seven people sitting at the table show people with faces made of ceramic and metal. The area from the eyebrows to the neck of their faces is either covered by a mask or occupied by a closed helmet, just like the room they are in. , These camouflage methods are far from being so simple on the surface.

Each mask is equipped with advanced technology, even miniature weapons, and in appearance reflects the characteristics of their respective owners.

Only the person in the first seat looked plain and unremarkable. His silver mask was extremely simple, long and slender, as if it were just a piece of shiny steel, with only vague outlines of the facial features.

The shadow of the holographic projection was reflected on the mask, and the light curtain that displayed a lot of information slowly turned so that everyone in the room could clearly see it.

A lot of the information displayed is annoying and disappointing.

"Then he is dead?"

A low voice said that his voice pattern could not be distinguished after being disturbed by fractals. The black mask clung to his face, almost as if it were made of silk. Only the two oval rubies representing the binocular broke the illusion. .

"It has been written very clearly in the report."

"Still so impatient, as always."

Another hoarse whisper that went through the same disturbance sounded, the static mask resembling the heads of a group of hungry wolves.

"We should wait for the exact news, Master Yablade."

Ruby's eyes glared across the table.

"Dear Senator Shadowblade,"

He responded succinctly.

"How long do you want us to wait? Until the flames of war reach the door?"

He cast his jewel-like gaze to the other person beside the table. The elegant gold and green mask that covered his face was adorned with rows of drop-shaped pearls and dark green emeralds.

"It seems that the Blurred Blade's plan has failed, I have said it a long time ago."

The person wearing the green mask tensed his body and leaned on the back of the chair to keep himself away from the other's anger.

Subsequently, his answer was frosty.

"I want to remind you that none of you have succeeded in placing personnel in such a close proximity to Guk like the Blurred Blade. Baird is one of our best assassins, capable of doing his job—"

This caused a tall man opposite him to snorted contemptuously. The mask on his face that showed fangs in a grinning grin was made of bones and steel, like a grinning bat.