Everyone Is A Lord: My Talent Is A Little Too Strong
Chapter 1691 - Chapter 1691 Chapter 970 Traps and Another Trap

Chapter 1691: Chapter 970 Traps and Another Trap Chapter 1691: Chapter 970 Traps and Another Trap The wide neighborhood lay silent as the grave, densely packed with our soldiers ready to break through.

Beneath mottled helmets smeared with blood and mud, a pair of eyes revealed confusion and terror.

“It’s a trap! A trap! Retreat, quickly!”

Finally, a panicked voice shattered the silence, immediately throwing the already frightened soldiers into disarray as they scrambled over each other to flee like a tide.

In the chaos, many soldiers, a step too slow, were knocked to the ground by the panicked crowd, and then reflected in their eyes of horror was a multitude of heavy war boots raining down from above.

Screams and wails instantly filled the streets.

But this was merely the fatal beginning.

On the ground, where the frantic crowd was beyond capacity, dense dark red magic circles silently emerged, rapidly gathering fire elemental energy particles that were diffusing into the air.

In the blink of an eye, more and more energy particles accumulated within the dark red magic circles, which began to flash rapidly.

As the magic circles flickered more and more frequently, the surrounding temperature soared, and then, a series of earth-shattering explosions erupted.

Within the hordes of our panic-stricken soldiers, bursts of fierce flames suddenly erupted, lifting countless shattered limbs and splashes of crimson into the air.

By then, the situation had become clear.

Just as that shout had indicated, our soldiers desperately attempting to breach the perimeter had plunged headfirst into the enemy’s deadly trap.

Amidst incessant screams, wails, and the ground-shaking explosions, the deadly flames consumed everything, leaving behind only vague char and the molten iron from armor.

Yet until the last moment, those eyes that gradually lost their spirit were still filled with brightness and hope.

“Foolish creatures.”

Perched on an inconspicuous, shadowed platform, the Fourth Prince, invisible, coldly watched our soldiers succumb in the searing flames, and disdainfully spat.

These magic traps were naturally set by the Lancaster Clan and the Yorkman Clan. Compared to traps of other magical attributes, fire-based traps were the most violent and straightforward.

“Well, we should prepare to leave,” the Fourth Prince said casually, throwing his cloak with a flick. “There’s nothing more boring than watching these idiots bringing about their own destruction. As long as these fools are completely wiped out, the scum from another world will be close to death.”

The Fourth Prince nodded to Kent and Stone, who were hiding in the shadows.

The pungent smell of blood and burnt flesh in the air was extremely uncomfortable, even nauseating.

But for him, who had left the Royal Capital at a young age and was not coddled like other royal offspring, it was no more than that.

“Your Highness, something isn’t right,” Stone said, gently stroking his grizzled beard. His wrinkled old eyes remained fixed on the blood and fire-covered block below as he frowned. “Although these Shanglu soldiers who blundered into the trap appear panic-stricken, they’re only fleeing backwards and haven’t dispersed into the surrounding narrow streets. This clearly defies common sense.”

“So, you’re saying this could be another illusion technique employed by these despicable otherworld scum?”

The expression on the Fourth Prince’s face did not fluctuate, still overtly grim.

Extending his palm, he revealed a small magic scroll with a pale yellow hue.

The Fourth Prince then tossed the scroll casually, and as it left his hand, it instantly blended into the air, becoming invisible.

When the invisible scroll reached the burning streets, it reappeared, inciting a nearly imperceptible grey energy ripple.

As the grey energy waves touched the place, the figures of our soldiers struggling in the flames became ethereal for a moment, before quickly returning to normal.

“Indeed, another deceitful trick from the despicable otherworld scum!”

The Fourth Prince’s complexion grew even darker, as he spat out fiercely again.

So, after all this time observing, they were merely watching a play carefully crafted by those despicable otherworlders!

The Fourth Prince had known about Leo Ray’s use of illusion art “Deceive the Sky and Cross the Sea” from the beginning.

Such an illusion technique, reaching the Tier 5 level, was undetectable even by ordinary Tier 5 powerhouses, undoubtedly making it extremely troublesome.

But the Outer City was different from the Central City Area, as it possessed a perfected Illusion Interference Barrier, powerful enough to render even Tier 5 illusion magic nowhere to hide. How could this despicable person continue to deceive everyone?

Just as the Fourth Prince was preoccupied with doubts, Kent’s deep report came through.

“Your Highness, scouts have just reported that several of the Illusion Interference Barrier magic towers around have been secretly destroyed by those despicable otherworlders at some point, and they’ve been using illusion techniques to make them appear intact!”

Upon hearing Kent’s words, the Fourth Prince finally couldn’t restrain himself and burst out angrily, “It seems that the bastard had sensed our attack target from the start and had made preparations in advance!”

“Your Highness need not worry,” Stone said, caressing his beard, an expression of composure written all over his aged face. “Among the magic traps we have deployed subsequently, my subordinates particularly set up a keen Detection Barrier.”

“This Detection Barrier might not directly expose illusions, but it can accurately identify the soldiers’ presences. If the trap’s range is entered by an illusion, we would immediately see through it.”