What's wrong with a lord daddy who just wants to draw cards?

Chapter 312-311- Magic Night Training Ground

The Mark of Phantom Night, which is a fusion of the Mark of the Shadow Beast and the Mark of Night, as well as his own modified Shadow Talent, gives Domi powers similar to Nyx.

The Cunningham family of Nyx transformed an entire mountain village into a field where 'occultism' can flourish, so he can do the same.

So Duomi carved out a space in his own underworld and covered it with magic night, which was equivalent to setting up a barrier and a physical medium.

But he also wanted to enhance the 'mysterious' performance, so he built a majestic statue made entirely of Hades stones in his own image in the exact center of the space.

This statue is equivalent to a 'signal booster'.

If the number of attributes he can impart with the presence of barriers and physical media is one hundred units, then it is now five hundred units.

This number is not impossible to increase again. It will increase as Duomi's divine power increases, but it is still too early. Five hundred is enough.

He called this carefully prepared space - the 'Fantasy Night Training Ground'

After driving all the Third Legion into Hades, Domi and others were able to fly freely in the training ground with his authorization.

"Xia, please prepare a specific illusion later. The content is... and then split it into 500 equal parts. I will give them the attribute of continuous operation."

After hearing this, Shia suddenly felt like she was having a myocardial infarction. She looked at Domi as if she were looking at a demon, and couldn't help but worry:
"Will this cause serious mental illness among the soldiers?"

However, Duomi just blinked:

"So you have to control the degree of it. You have to let them see hope, but also dash their hope at the last moment, and then let them see hope again, and so on."

"But what if they really broke through the illusion?"

"Then force it back and reward them for doing it again."

Sia felt that this was not a temporary act, but a premeditated persecution...

"The whole army obeys the order and is divided into five hundred squads! Hurry, hurry, hurry!"

Lancelot gave orders loudly, and Domi and the three of them were suspended in the sky and looked down, everything was going on in an orderly manner.

As the completed spell constructed by Shia fell, a huge illusion fabricated based on everyone's memories and inner feelings quietly fell.

6 people float in this space defying gravity as if they were asleep, which is a spectacular sight.

It's just that the expressions on their faces don't seem to be very beautiful, and they are also accompanied by violent twitching of the body...

Shia closed her eyes. She rarely prayed to the God of Glory, and she couldn't help praying to the loving God at this moment that He could forgive her atrocities.

"The transformation may still take some time. Let's go out and rest for a while."

"Come and play the stove card, Domi, we haven't played together for a long time." Argyle suggested.

"Okay, Shia, let's come too!"

As a result, outside the city wall south of Xigno City, the plain that was originally full of tents was now empty. There were only three young men and women in high-end uniforms gathered together to play cards...

Seeing this extremely strange scene, the friendly scouts who came to the Third Army to investigate the situation as usual did not know how to report to their superiors.

The Third Army has collectively evaporated, leaving only the generals sitting together playing cards?
"You said the Third Legion evaporated?"

In the command camp of the First Army, Winfield listened to the scout's report as if he were hearing a joke.

He smiled softly: "Do you think you are funny? There are 6 people. Does Dominic have the extraordinary ability to move them all in one day without revealing their whereabouts?"

The scout panicked. Deceiving his superiors was a serious crime in the Lionheart Empire. If it involved important information, it would be a capital offense, not to mention that the person being deceived was a general.

"But general, even the tents on the Third Army's station have been taken away. I only saw those three playing stove cards. I even remember the decks they played. Please believe in my loyalty!"

"I'm not questioning your loyalty."

"That……"

"I'm questioning your investigative ability. You haven't understood what I just said." The scout carefully recalled what Winfield had just said, and then suddenly realized.

What the general means is that if it is impossible to slip away quietly under the noses of the two legions using normal marching methods, then magic or enchantment is used!

"It was my negligence, General..."

Winfield stood up, put on his coat, and patted the scout on the shoulder.

"Forget it, I can't blame you. After all, you are a descendant of Blofeld. Some methods that cannot be understood by common sense are normal."

"Go back and rest. You've worked hard on the investigation these days."

"Then general you..."

Winfield opened the tent and said without looking back: "I'll go and see for myself what this little guy is up to."

His mount is a white horse. Different from ordinary horses, it is a rare unicorn metamorphosis. Even though it does not have the magical power of the legendary unicorn, its attributes are among the best among mounts. , the mount used as an imperial general is also considered a match.

Riding a horse, Winfield quickly arrived at the south of the city wall. Because he came alone, he did not cause much movement.

At this time, Domi and the others had just finished a hearty hearth card duel, and Shia finally won.

It was obvious that Duomi had given up, because he hoped that Sia would like this small and happy form of entertainment, and that it would bring her more happiness in the future.

"It looks like you guys had a lot of fun."

At this time, Winfield's voice came from the side of the grassland along with the sound of horse hooves.

"General." The three of them greeted each other.

Domi and he were on the same level, Shia called each other friendly from the perspective of a princess, and Argyle was one level below him in military rank, so he had to retain respect.

Winfield landed cleanly, nodded to the three of them, and then looked directly at Domi:

"I heard from my scout that the Third Legion disappeared out of thin air. Hank is also an old friend of mine. He handed over his Third Legion to you. I can't just watch them being ruined by you, so the Legion's Where are the people?”

While speaking, his eyes occasionally glanced at the place where the Gate of Hades had just appeared...

And his straight-to-the-point, straight-to-the-point way of doing things made Domi feel comfortable, and he liked such clear conversations without a hundred preconceptions.

Therefore, Duomi didn't bother to hide it and simply said:
"I believe the general has noticed something."

With that said, he summoned the Gate of Hades again.

The huge dark stone door revealed the traces of time, as if telling an ancient story. The aura of the underworld that constantly emanated from it made Winfield want to see his wife.

"This is the magic I created. Now the soldiers of the Third Army are actively participating in special training.

And as you can see, General, such a small place is not suitable for military training. I just want to use my time rationally~"

"Troop training? What kind of training should be done here?"

"Inside please~"

Then Winfield saw a scene he would never forget.

Judging from Winfield's decades of experience in the military, he has never seen such a weird training method.

Through the projection, Domi took Winfield to see the illusion that each soldier was experiencing.

"Are they... still normal people?"

"Of course, I'm just a little excited."

(End of this chapter)