Defying the Fate of Beheading

At this moment, while Louis was filled with anxiety, Beatrice waited eagerly with her long legs crossed.

The sound of heavy footsteps approached as Qian, clad in armor, walked in.

"Your Highness, all the fish we could catch from the outer city have been dealt with."

Beatrice glanced at her, noticing her body covered in blood, and said in a deep voice:

"After this, the surroundings of Tino City should remain quiet for quite some time."

Qian nodded:

"Do the elves need support from the Iron Guard? It seems they have sent out all the elite spies they had infiltrated over the years."

"There might be quite a few veteran exemplars among them, requiring some effort in a fight."

"However, an illusion has been set for them. Although the Supreme Forest has declined over the years, its foundation remains deep."

"They even managed to plant a mid-level cadre within the Abyssal Church, almost catching up to us."

Beatrice leaned back and said leisurely:

"The illusion has been set for them, leaving the rest to the Royal Guard and the Dark Ravens."

"Exemplar level 10? While they're both at the highest level for regular professionals, there are still differences."

"There are those in the Personal Guard who need to let off steam; hopefully, they'll leave a few whole bodies."

Beatrice and Qian exchanged smiles.

Outside the Imperial Palace, there was a Sword of Martial Arts, enraged and nearly having lost a son.

Perhaps this time many will get to experience once again the terrifying "Time Stop + Perfect Strike."

Indeed, just as Beatrice and the others had predicted.

At this moment, outside the Imperial Palace, a shadowy infiltration was underway.

Dier Windwalker.

A Moon Elf and a level 18 Druid professional.

He was now stealthily infiltrating the outer circle with astounding speed.

He received a mission from his superior, which demanded that he uncover the true state of the Emperor of the Ense Empire at all costs.

He couldn't refuse this task.

As a Druid trained by the Supreme Forest, Dier Windwalker's growth to this level wasn't due to his efforts, but rather the financial backing of the Supreme Forest.

The distribution of levels: Druid level 10/Stealth level 8 already says it all.

Druid and Rogue professions don't truly complement each other.

Essentially, this professional setup disregards combat power and capability synergy.

It solely enhances the ever-changing abilities of a Druid and the shadow traversal of a Rogue, which is beneficial for intelligence work.

The downside...is that such a professional combination has no future to speak of.

His regular combat ability is much weaker than others who follow the standard path.

If purely measured by cost-effectiveness, he would be deemed completely unqualified.

Whether the traditional Druid with a side of Barbarian or Priest, or advancing towards the "Shepherd" advanced class, becoming a pillar of great strength, are far superior to this path.

Thus, the only reason the Supreme Forest was willing to nurture him was simple—

To serve with loyalty to the Supreme Forest and gather intelligence for his homeland.

And today, he was about to fulfill his vow in front of the Elf Council.

"The most powerful Demigod, bar none, a being reputed to have subdued all the demigods of the Star Continent...an undoubtedly mighty Emperor!"

"It's said you severely wounded the abyssal Four Gods' eternal chosen one, forcing him to abandon the demon army and retreat to the depths of the Underground City."

"But it's said that you were also badly wounded, resulting in a long period of recuperation."

"Then you first killed the former Abyssal Church patriarch."

"Then heavily injured the Great Elder of the Supreme Forest Council and the Lord of Shadow Soul City, preserving the Ense Empire's core power in the Enoak Desert across half the continent."

"Elves and Arcane Empire remnants ceased their conflicts because of you, and the Sapphire Dragon Race's roots were severed by you in the Burning Smoke Mountain Range."

"Even the Dragon Empire, across the sea, was pressured to agree that no colored dragon may act in the Ense Empire."

"Then you allied with two major churches to slay one of the most extraordinarily talented Necromancers in history—the Mad King Rudelson."

"The entire continent fears your reputation, but it has been twenty years since you last left Tino City."

"You've even delegated basic affairs of the Ense Empire to Regent Queen Beatrice."

"Perhaps, just as the council speculates, you no longer have the capacity to intervene in continental matters as before."

"Let me see what state you're really in now."

"Just a glance."

"I'll take one look and then run."

"Yes, all for the Supreme Forest!"

This thought grew wildly like a spark, and he felt a surge of excitement rise within him.

Only he didn't realize that what spread across his face was a difficult-to-describe fear.

The shadow traversal, normally swifter than the wind, was gradually slowing down.

—Because he could already see the outline of the Imperial Bedroom.

With just one leap, he could... huh?

At that moment, the world seemed to become incomparably quiet.

The mountain wind of the night stopped.

Fallen leaves, tossed up, lingered and obscured his view.

The dust stirred up by the shadow's dash froze like permafrost.

A blood-stained sword light flashed across.

The next moment, it was as if the world resumed operation.

The scene before Dier's eyes spun wildly.

He didn't even feel the pain of his head being severed.

Only when he came to, he had already been expelled from the shadow plane by a tremendous force.

His body staggered forward for over ten meters before collapsing to the ground, leaving a long trail of blood in his wake.