The witch thought I am a Demon God
Chapter 792 - 417 Change the Law_1

Chapter 792: Chapter 417 Change the Law_1

The deserts that once spread across the Lombardy Duchy were slowly disappearing. One by one, the monster tribes that lived on the desert started to feel the pull of time again. They let out their last terrifying howls toward the sky, then began to disappear one after another.

Green plants started sprouting in the desert. Grass and trees began to rejuvenate. In the center of the territory, a whirlwind emerged. The whirlwind grew from small to large, eventually becoming a great storm that seemed ready to absorb everything.

Ancient relics that once appeared in history, or should have appeared in the future, gradually fell apart.

The past belonged to the past, the future went to the future, and the present returned to the present.

With Ivita inheriting the Iron Crown, the Laws that had disappeared from this land reappeared, becoming stronger than before and filling in gaps. They began to examine the enemies of the Law that had entered this country during the chaos.

The moment Ivita put on the crown, the mountains seemed to shrink.

It felt as though he had become a giant wearing a mountain range as a crown, truly acquiring the giant’s perspective, looking down at all the territories of Lombardy Kingdom.

At the same time, countless iron chains hung down from the giant’s body, binding heaven and earth, life and death, good and evil, courage and cowardice.

Now, if he wished, he could release all beings at any time.

...

On the edge of Lombardy, a puppet holding two bleeding heads watched the robed figure prepare to leave. The puppet casually threw the heads of the original King of Lombardy and his last healthy son onto the ground, as if discarding rubbish.

The heads were already emitting an unpleasant smell.

The proud body of a king was now worthless.

The puppet addressed the departing figure, "With these two heads, we still have some chips to play with. Why are we leaving this early? Master?"

The man in the robe didn’t say a word.

Without hesitating, he determined to leave.

Pinocchio followed him, confused, "The experiment was interrupted by that boy and we didn’t get what we wanted. Is it over just like that? Why didn’t you want to meet that wizard boy? I don’t think he’s that important."

The man grumbled, "Although we didn’t get what we wanted in this country, I’ve seen signs of what we’re looking for. Plus, the successful experiences of the two previous countries have confirmed that our speculation is correct."

"Pinocchio."

"Your wish to become a human is about to be fulfilled."

"The existence of that thing can make the Laws lose their original meaning."

"Really?" Pinocchio’s voice was filled with joy. "That’s great. Master, I will definitely help you."

"So, which country will we go to next? Are we going back to the Alsace Kingdom? Our initial experiment in the Alsace Kingdom seems to have been a mistake. If we repeat the experiment, we will surely get what we want."

Like an innocent child, Pinocchio followed, although he was not so innocent. His emotions easily got the better of him when it came to becoming human.

That tension could make even the most intelligent and cruel person a puppet of emotion.

...

Ivita hesitated for a moment but eventually only revived the land of Lombardy, dispersed the monsters, and freed the Iron Crown’s grotesque control over life and death.

He did not, however, disband the undying decay of the Iron Crown––the Black Knight Regiment.

Because there were still many enemies within this country, he could not give up these forces.

Moreover, Ivita lifted the Iron Crown’s curse on the traitors. Many citizens of the country who had been cursed into monsters should be able to return to their original state.

Due to the Iron Crown, Ivita could estimate the number of ordinary citizens who could now be restored. There were roughly 200,000 such people.

Despite the large number, it was only 10% of the original population of the kingdom, as most of them had been killed in the catastrophe caused by the out-of-control Iron Crown.

Below the Iron Crown mountain range, Duravin and the Old Sword Saint looked particularly grim.

Their Griffon Knights landed and joined them. After continuous fighting, only eleven out of the original fifteen members were left, each one with injuries.

But these knights were all Superior Knights, so the Griffon Regiment was still strong.

Watching the Iron Crown, Duravin was filled with unwillingness, anger, disappointment, and disbelief. Being the son of the Emperor, he finally had his chance to claim this land, to truly compete with other princes for the throne, only to have his dream shattered by the wizard Lord.

He had more advantages than other potential heirs.

He had partial control over the Griffon Knights, the support of his grandfather, and access to many resources unknown to ordinary people, but he was still out of luck with the Iron Crown.

Duravin turned to his grandfather, the Sword Saint of the Empire, and asked in a low voice, "Grandpa, is there really no way? Do we just stand by and watch the crown fall into the hands of a stranger?"

The Sword Saint of the Empire shook his head. "There’s really no way. Under these circumstances, even your father, the Emperor, can only bless the other party and express generous rewards."