章 1465: Battle of Struggles

"Cough! Cough… Cough…"

It took Nassaupelle quite a while to get up from the rubble. If he had not prepared a fortified body, he would probably have died from the tremor.

Darn it—what were those lowlifes doing!?

Although a life was worth nothing to him, he did not wish to be discovered that he was capable of transplanting his soul under the watchful eyes of the King. Until he fully obtained control over the core, he had to try his best to maintain his current image. Only then would he be able to reduce the wariness others had of him.

"Your Majesty, are you alright…"

"The dome to King's City is damaged. The magic barrier has been shattered. The time to restore it to normal is expected to taken an hour." The King rigidly instructed, "We have to immediately take countermeasures!"