Witch, Fireball and the Evil God of Steam-Chapter 880 - 176: The Sunlight Is So Dazzling

When dawn arrived on the second day, what awaited the people of the Imperial Capital was a city half-destroyed.

The mechanical creations polluted by code crumbled into dust with the fall of the silvery-white sun, which directly resulted in the loss of nearly a third of the buildings in the Imperial Capital overnight. Of course, this also included a large number of Imperial Army members and ordinary residents who died or were assimilated when the mechanical creations descended.

Nevertheless, the survivors who fled into the slums lived through this catastrophe.

Not everyone was celebrating their survival; many who stayed up all night looked at the devastated land with mixed feelings.

Henry VI has died, and the "god" of this world has also fallen.

"No, no, no, it shouldn't be like this!"

Ilya, who hadn't closed her eyes all night, held her Magic Staff, her eyes bloodshot while her other hand frantically scratched her disheveled golden long hair. Sensing something was wrong, she and the Great Sage hid in a civilian house in the slums, using the slow-moving civilians as meat shields. As High-tier Transcendents, the two were not difficult to escape the pursuit of the monsters.

Using the titles of "Holy Mage" and "Great Sage" to intimidate the residents into handing over their house was not a difficult task.

But…

Henry VI is dead?

Coupled with the public execution of the Eldest Prince and the Third Princess, who was suspected to be controlled by the Witch, more than half of the Silver Radiance Empire's Royal Family bloodline was lost in just a few days?

Why would this happen?

How could this be possible?

They were clearly supposed to be the favored of destiny!

They successfully played the political game of "Demon King and Hero," they should have enjoyed a life of glory and wealth, but now why has her life become like this?

Ilya clearly felt that everything she was familiar with, everything she and her family held in their hands, was slipping through her fingers like the silvery-white sun that exploded into fragments.

What direction will her future take?

If the Imperial Chancellor Balmon-Margaret hasn't died, and the Violet Commune revives, the reckoning afterward will surely fall on every associate of the Henry Royal Family.

Perhaps she would become a prisoner, even if she blends into the crowd now and escapes the Imperial Capital, she would only end up living like a rat in distress for the rest of her life.

That was a life Ilya absolutely could not tolerate, she was a dignified Holy Mage, she should have a life and power that surpasses ten thousand others...

Suddenly, a new thought emerged in Ilya's mind, making her smile twisted and ferocious. At this moment, she no longer retained the elegance of a noble young lady, but resembled a gambler driven to the brink of desperation.

Ilya eagerly turned to Sera. For the sake of her latter life, she now needed many steadfast allies, and the title of "Great Sage" could bring many benefits to her plan. However, before she could speak, she was interrupted by Sera's strange behavior.

"Sera... what are you doing?" 𝘧𝓇ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝘣𝓃ℴ𝓋𝑒𝑙.𝑐𝘰𝑚

She didn't understand why, at such a critical moment of life and death, Sera was fiddling with those boring spellcasting materials.

Sera, however, replied in a matter-of-fact tone, "Setting up a ritual array. With my current Magic Power reserves, I can't cast a revival spell covering the entire Imperial Capital, so I have to use these last-resort materials. Holy Spirit Grass, Yellow Springs Ash, tsk, I really didn't expect to use them here in the end."

"Revival spell? Why are you doing this?"

Ilya was even less able to understand.

She was aware of the preciousness of these materials, which were important resources obtained through life-and-death adventures, and describing Sera's actions as a "once-in-a-lifetime spell" was not an exaggeration.

"Why are you wasting your efforts on unrelated people?"

Ilya's voice rose in unease, she vaguely sensed that even Sera, who was in the same boat with her, was becoming uncontrollable, "Our urgent task is to find the Second Prince! Yes, that's right, then to contact all the families who have ever received the 'fire seed' gifts, with your and my titles to act as lobbyists. We must do all we can to elevate the Second Prince to the throne, and absolutely prevent Balmon and the Violet Commune from reviving!"

Her mind was racing, getting more and more excited as she spoke.

Most of the nobles in the Imperial Capital had previously joined the hunt for the Violet Commune, and they certainly wouldn't want Balmon to consolidate power and then settle scores with them. "The Second Prince carries the blood of the Henry Clan, and is the legitimate heir to the throne. Under the current situation, it is only right and proper for him to ascend the throne and take the lead!"

Though the Second Prince's capabilities and connections were far less than the Eldest Prince, Ilya knew this was an opportunity for her and her family.

Once the Second Prince firmly sits on the throne, she would naturally become the number one hero in ending the chaos, and by then, she could obtain an even more prominent position.

"Sera, think carefully, what kind of title do you want? This is your great opportunity to achieve meritorious service!"

Ilya enthusiastically persuaded Sera, but this time she was met with a sigh of resignation.

"Ilya, I am also considering my future life."

A large-scale revival spell covering the entire Imperial Capital would be clearly attributable to her hand.

In this way, after she leaves the Empire, even if those opposed to the Royal Family gain power, they might turn a blind eye to her final actions and not specifically send a capture team or assassins to hunt her down.