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A weird and strange scene happened.
There is only one ceremony for the "Black Emperor" to become a god, and there are only one person who is accommodating the uniqueness after gathering three sequences. However, at the same time, there are two "Black Emperors" who are being promoted, and two "George O. Gustus III”!
One is being crowned, undoubtedly the Emperor.
And the other one is undergoing the ceremony to become a god, and there is no doubt that he is also the Black Emperor!
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The scene of the king snatching the crown to crown himself made the onlookers collectively feel overwhelmed.
In the hearts of all people, the divine right of kings is inevitable, just as the existence of God itself symbolizes authority. No matter which country the ruler is, he must reach a tacit agreement with the church before he can succeed to the throne. The church will also choose the subordinate rulers it needs. This is a deep-rooted concept.
There was a small commotion in the crowd, and the followers of the God of Thunder expressed their disapproval of the king's behavior in disbelief.
How can a mortal emperor be qualified to crown himself! How can secular imperial power override divine power? !
"Medici", who was standing among the crowd, also frowned strangely and subconsciously rubbed his chin with his fingers:
"...This George III has been hiding himself?"
"She believes that as an emperor, she is as supreme as a true god. She really couldn't stand it during the godhood ceremony. If she bows her head to the big octopus and waits for the crown, it means that she, the 'emperor', is ranked behind the gods. That's why she snatches the crown. ?”
"But she has endured it for so long. The requirement for the ceremony to become a god is to take a magic potion in the mausoleum. What's the point of letting this false clone snatch the crown? Is it just to show her tough side to the people?"
"This behavior is meaningless at all! Instead, it will anger the tyrant..."
The abnormal and incomprehensible scene made Medici, who was far away in Trier, frown slightly. She narrowed her eyes, projected more power from the spiritual link, and raised her head defiantly among the people who lowered their heads, leaving no trace. Observing the phantom on the high platform.
War Angel frowned.
"Not a phantom...?"
In the eyes of the War Angel, the high platform is not an phantom or a fantasy creation as Klein said, but a collection of authorities, a center of gravity where shadows gather, and a truly twisted singularity!
In other words, that was the real George Augustus III!
How could this be a phantom? No one in this world can create an illusion that is enough to accommodate the authority of the true God!
"Is this the real George III? No, she must still be completing the ceremony of becoming a god! The people have not yet heard the declaration of the emperor's return, the global declaration of becoming a god has not appeared, and the symbol of the star realm-"
Medici looked up.
"The symbol of the star realm has not completely risen! Her ceremony of becoming a god has not ended yet. When did she change it back?"
The angel who was experienced in war smelled something amiss. She was keenly aware that something beyond her imagination was happening. Medici did not think that Klein had deceived her. This conjecture was not even in the mind of the war angel. Live past two seconds. Because Klein's lie to her would only make her misjudge the situation and put herself in danger, and the "ancient scholar" who holds the Source Castle cannot be deceived!
Being connected to the source of matter, he only needs a divination to know whether it is true or false!
"That is to say, before that boy left, the people on the high platform were all phantoms...but now...it has become a reality?"
Medici suddenly felt a crisis in his heart. He put down his crossed legs, stood up suddenly, and said to the air:
"The heroic spirit that cannot return, the eyes that stare into destiny, the attributes of the true Creator!"
"Orochi! Orochi!"
Medici smacked his lips and said directly: "The plan has changed! Give that boy a little good luck, and give me a little more!"
Before Ourolius could reply, Medici raised his leg and kicked another figure who was sitting next to her looking at the account book. The latter quickly dodged: "It's time to inform that Death Archon! Come out quickly!" Help! Something is wrong!"
"The Lord Death Archon said that his students will summon her historical projection, so it may be religious leaders who come to help."
After Richard finished accounting, he turned the several tons of flour and wheat he had just bought into a very dense small package, then reached out and grabbed in the spirit world, and caught an unlucky friendly creature that could be driven. Entrust it to take this package to the Southern Continent and hand it over to the Bound God or Baranca.
Then she put the notebook away and smiled heartily at Medici:
"I'm not good at strategic planning. You can point me in any direction. Where should I go?"
Medici laughed: "Not good at strategic planning? A hundred years ago, the public support rate was 80%. The United Spiritual Religion Group fought in the south and north of the southern continent. In the end, it was surrounded and suppressed by the northern continent. The temperance faction had to bow its head. Who is the leader? Is he someone with the same name as you?"
"I'm just better at assassination. To fight in groups with the Northern Continent, I have to be the Spiritual Cult at that time." Richard waved his hand, "I'm not a big shot. I'm only a little popular in a small place in the Southern Continent."
"The Demon of Knowledge doesn't care about this matter. No one on our side can stop the big octopus."
Medici stretched his muscles and said, "Don't worry, I will make good use of every one of your fighting power."
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"Oh, this crown is good, but it is far inferior to my own."
"Speaking of which, the only thing about that guy is the crown. Even though he has no country or subjects, it's really unpleasant..."
Phantom muttered in a voice that only he could hear.
Through occult connections, she is constantly plundering the power that belongs to the real George III who is holding the uniqueness in the mausoleum, twisting the differences between the two of them, sharing and taking back the authority that belongs to her.
Endless shadows gathered towards her location, and the emperor was coming to this world.
And the one in the mausoleum became a phantom, a stand-in - or, to her, George III was like a not-so-elegant gift, a container containing what she wanted, like a well-made glass bottle.
Since the bottle itself has limited talents, it needs to be decorated with identity and lineage to make it look less bad.
But she was kind and equal, and she would not dislike George Augustus just because he didn't look good enough.
After all, a container is a container, it just needs to be filled with what she deserves, protected, brought to her, and then broken into pieces.
Although she snatched the crown from the hands of Pope Gad II to crown herself, the "Wishing Magic Lamp" did not think that she was invincible in the world. She just couldn't stand such behavior at all - the majestic Black Emperor actually needed Letting another god make a promise and approval, letting a mere angel crown her, such a shameful, humiliating, and joke-like situation actually exists in reality!
She never expected that this George Augustus would feel honored and proud!
Even if George III could endure it, she would not accept it.
However, after finishing this matter, His Majesty the Emperor still needs to make excuses with the indigenous people on the earth for a short period of time, until the uniqueness and three sequences of the "Judge" path are attracted, and his true form is revealed. , she doesn’t have to endure it anymore.
Really good, before she succeeded in confusing George III, William Augustus, the first in the "Judge" sequence of the Augustus family, was already dead!
George III kept this sequence properly, and only waited for the ceremony to end before he launched a war against Fusac to snatch 0-02 - the "Trunsoest Yellow" that was activated by the uniqueness of the "Judge" path. Bronze Book", became a dual-path True God, and officially entered the first echelon within the barrier!
Haha, Trunsoest...what a nostalgic name.
"Is the 'Ghost Empire' still floating on the sea? Haha, that guy is really cautious. After discovering something was wrong, he would rather take me to the grave with him than leave this level 0 sealed item in the 'Ghost Empire' Future generations...haha, the miracle didn't happen in the end."
The phantom's body gradually condensed and became solid.
The world around him seemed to be getting darker by the minute, the emperor's figure gradually sank into the shadows, and even space and light were distorted.
If Trunsoest is bewitched by me and hands over the "Wishing Magic Lamp" to the fleeing descendants, then I will definitely do my best to ensure that they board the "Ghost Empire", and then use the opportunity to plot the Sequence 1 on the ship. Unfortunately, she was not fooled and became crazy again. After being contaminated by the "State of Disorder", she no longer believed in my words... It was true that I acted too hastily at that time and wasted time. Fortunately, it is not too late now...
Thinking of this, she forced out a gift-like smile to the Pope whose face was as gloomy as the sky in front of her, and said reluctantly:
"Greetings to you, sorry, I was a little too excited just now."
"This is definitely not... dissatisfaction with you and the Church of the God of Thunder. Please believe that I will still fulfill the agreement and accompany you."
"Oh, yes, Russell Gustave did the same thing when he crowned himself at the White Maple Palace in Trier. I imitated it impulsively under the influence of the extraordinary characteristics. I feel very sorry once again, I hope you won’t misunderstand.”
She almost laughed.
Gad II's face became slightly better, but only a little.
Her long career as a djinn has taught her to shrink her head strategically. She believes that it is just a delaying tactic, which does not mean that she is really afraid.
"Now that the coronation is complete, let's move on to the next stage of our ceremony."
She announced with a pleasant smile on her lips, her words were filled with unquestionable authority, and the deep black eyes made everyone lower their heads towards her, not daring to look directly at the emperor's honor.
The band playing on the terrace at the back looked at each other in shock. They were frightened by the scene of the king snatching the crown, and almost stopped the scheduled performance. However, an inconspicuous man hidden in the crowd quietly comforted them and put their Fear and overwhelm turned into mild uneasiness, continuing to complete the soundtrack to the coronation.
"King, no, His Majesty's behavior is a little different from the past..." The hidden "audience" angel carefully observed her profile and thought in his heart with uncertainty, "It's because of the ritual and the growth process. A change brought about by God?”
The scheduled fifteen minutes of the coronation ceremony ended unexpectedly.
After saying that, she stopped looking at Gad II, turned around suddenly, and strode toward the high platform.
George III was still dying, trying to resist her erosion, and the ceremony of becoming a god was oddly prolonged. Therefore, she still needs to do something to further consolidate the people's understanding of her identity and completely seize everything that George III has.
Gad II was so angry that his beard trembled slightly: "Lord...!"
The Pope of the Church of the Night looked left and right, not bothering to speculate on the emotions between the Pope and the Emperor of the Friendly Church, and led everyone to the rear in secret.
Scarlet cloaks and expensive long white ermine furs stirred up a breeze on the spotless marble table. The people had finished their prayers and looked up at their rulers, waiting for the words of the newly crowned emperor.
In everyone's hearts, the sense of belonging to the Loen Empire has never been stronger. Even the civilians, workers, and homeless people who did not come to watch the speech or ceremony all have awe in their hearts for His Majesty Emperor George Augustus III at this moment. !
The emperor's sharp eyes scanned the crowd below, savoring the devotion of the ants, and then sighed deeply and longly.
"--I am very depressed."
Her words made the excited people quiet down in confusion.
"As you can see, our vicious neighbors in the north have openly invaded our land. They have torn up the hard-won peace for despicable reasons and let the fire of war burn to the Amanda Mountains and burn towards our city-state. Devouring our people.”
The god with the appearance of George III lowered his eyes and said slowly in a chant-like tone:
"On the borders between countries, the cruel war remains stagnant. Fusac's sharp knife has attacked our country seven times and won three times. These three times have displaced countless people and destroyed countless lives in our land. The blood of the people is soaked in the land - they are ravaging the country blessed by the gods, destroying the church of our God, kidnapping the pious and kind people, insulting the chaste women, and greedily drinking the blood of innocent children."
"Everywhere I looked, there was pain, sorrow and poverty."
"The economic downturn caused by the war, unemployment came one after another, mothers cried holding their hungry children, and birds could not find wheat grains from the fields."
She raised her head, looked at the sky, and breathed out softly. The voice was also very soft, but it reached everyone's ears:
"I have seen enough of this suffering."
She held her head high, her black eyes swept over everyone, and whispered:
"Is this our destiny?"
No, of course not! This answer suddenly came to everyone's mind.
Even Audrey, who was standing in the noble area, couldn't help clenching her fists and shaking slightly with excitement. Then she quickly realized that she was emotionally affected by this extremely clever fan. If she hadn't become a The experienced psychiatrist has now probably become a member of the public and has been aroused by her!
"Could it be that we have some original sin?"
Audrey was thinking this when she suddenly heard George III on the high platform asking a question again.
The emotional feedback around him became even more rapid, and even his father and mother couldn't help but clenched their fists slightly. Audrey turned around and saw that her eldest brother Hibbert had tensed up, as if his fighting spirit and self-esteem had been aroused by the king's speech, muttering to himself that he was unwilling to flee to Intis!
This, this is——
She looked around frequently, but no one scolded her for disrespecting etiquette because no one was looking at her.
Everyone's eyes were focused on the emperor, everyone was waiting for the emperor's speech, and everyone was longing for something.
For the first time, Audrey felt her insignificance among the crowd.
"Are we going to be content with the status quo, complacent about the temporary retreat of Fusac's enemies, and lick our wounds like trapped animals?"
After an unspeakable silence, before the sadness in everyone's hearts was awakened again, her voice suddenly rose:
"No! It should never be like this!"
"Everyone, this is the time for you and me to fight back!"
"If you remain indifferent, your pure and innocent compatriots will sacrifice more in future wars, so I want to encourage you and plead with you - not for God, but I personally encourage you, my subjects, my messengers ! In the name of the Emperor, I will urge all those with title status, even all knights, soldiers, rich and poor, to quickly provide assistance to our army."
She waved her fists, opened her arms, and embraced everyone and the world:
"O my devout, good, and loyal subjects! Let us engage in a holy war - once all incriminating sins and inflicted sufferings cease, we ascend the journey to sublime ourselves, from that evil country Take back the victory that belongs to us!"
"Drive the ferocious enemies out of our territory and let them remember us! Declare our strength and our justice!"
"This is the emperor's declaration and God's will!"
As soon as she finished speaking, someone in the audience quickly shouted emotionally:
"Praise to His Majesty the Emperor!
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"May our empire be great forever!
"
"Those Fusac people must pay a corresponding price..."
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A smile appeared on her lips, and the emperor stretched out his hand and pressed it down slightly. The people's shouts gradually subsided, waiting for the next step.
"Subjects, I know that to this day, to this day, you still have uneasiness about the future and doubts about whether you can win."
She turned around, facing the direction of the destroyed Queens District and part of the palace, and raised her arms:
"Please see, the ruins caused by the disaster destroyed our city, destroyed our cultural relics and ancient buildings, trampled on our history, and left us with indelible scars."
"And a miracle is about to happen and everything will be back to how it was before."
"My subjects, close your eyes and pray sincerely to me, George Augustus III, who is about to perform a miracle!"
This sentence was magical, and the crowd gradually became quiet. Countless people clasped their hands at this moment, with endless expectations, and closed their eyes to pray.
She smiled slowly, as if she had seen herself fulfilling countless wishes in an instant.
And all these wishes are to "restore the original state"!
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"This is definitely not the original George III! Who can't tell who is the idiot!" After listening to this speech, Medici almost jumped up. "If George III had such eloquence, he would have convinced those gods to support her. No need to attack the people secretly!"
"Where is the God of Death? Is he really dead? Why don't you take action? Do you plan to defeat this fake George III in a resurrection match?"
Richard observed the situation in the distance:
"The situation is not good. Does War Angel have any ideas?"
Medici smacked his lips and said: "The real George III is afraid that he is going to die. Let the God of Death give her some help so that the fake one will not complete the ceremony so quickly, even though more than 90% of it has been completed."
"You - I'm afraid there's already a big problem over there in the mausoleum, and it's even more impossible to expect you to assassinate the one on the high platform. Go and do a favor, fish out Klein, and don't let him die. I'll be responsible for what happens next. , I have an idea, I don’t know if it can be implemented smoothly.”
Richard nodded: "No problem."
After that, she entered the spiritual world and left this place without any hesitation.
Medici looked at the gloomy sky in the distance and hissed:
"I never thought that maybe the big octopus would become our most powerful helper in this operation..."
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Near the "Relic No. 1" on the outskirts of Backlund, a figure released its invisibility and appeared.
She has shiny black hair, a slightly round face, a pretty face, a little sweet, and an outstanding temperament. She is none other than the witch Triss.
After Triss approached "Relic No. 1", she also took out a metal vial and used the blood inside to depict the symbol provided by Mr. "Gate".
An illusory door quickly took shape.
"The mysterious symbols provided by Gehrman Sparrow really have the effect of opening doors..."
She quickly passed through the illusory door without hesitation.
There was a powerful and extraordinary force in the mausoleum that could not be ignored, and her body was slightly twisted uncontrollably. Triss resisted these distortions as she expected, and walked towards the center of gravity while being wary of possible blockers.
Soon, she felt something and looked down.
Triss's eyes suddenly widened, and then closed suddenly.
Her body was trembling involuntarily, trembling from fear, trembling from being too close to the Black Emperor who was about to become a god - the ground beneath her feet suddenly disappeared here, the bricks and stairs were all twisted into a spiral shape, and the steps were distributed. On the walls, on the ceiling, high and low, they intersect with each other, forming a picture like a grotesque dream.
And at the deepest point that these stairs cannot reach, a group of terrifying shadows is squirming, stretching out tiny tentacles, and constantly eroding upwards.
"help me--"
"help me--"
"Dedicate yourself to me—"
"I am your emperor!
"
There was no one in the mausoleum, and the shadow in the depths let out a terrifying and angry roar, and the huge air wave knocked Triss away hard.
"Hehe, hehe, haha... hahaha!"
Triss sat down on the ground, and after a few seconds of silence, she closed her eyes, trembling, and suddenly laughed out of fear.
"What an emperor, hahaha, what a sacrifice... Edsac, you really should take a closer look... what killed you..."
"That's what your respected father is!
! "
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Ahowa County, near the secret mausoleum, Klein arrived here in secret without alerting anyone.
Although time was running out, he still did not approach the mausoleum recklessly and draw a symbol to open the door. Instead, he stretched out his right hand and grabbed the air in front of him.
After five consecutive blows, Klein's arm muscles suddenly tightened, as if he was pulling something extremely heavy.
As he retracted his right hand, a figure was quickly outlined.
Azik Eggers quickly appeared beside him. This was not the first time that the two of them had cooperated. After nodding to each other, they approached the door of the mausoleum in a tacit understanding.
On the way, Klein reached out his hand again and grabbed into the void.
This time, he didn't seem to be holding anything back, but in fact he had summoned the self he was in a hidden state more than ten seconds ago!
Then, Klein threw a metal vial to his projection, and let his body enter the historical pore in the gray fog.
In his past body, his consciousness suddenly came to life and became extremely agile.
Azikdo glanced at Klein's actions and nodded approvingly.
Seeing that Klein had made preparations, Azik immediately opened his arms, and his body suddenly expanded into a huge feathered serpent. Just like in the historical projection, Azik spewed white flames towards the black mausoleum in front of him, almost completely covering it. !
At the same time, Klein felt that the surrounding spiritual world seemed to have given him some protection and concealment. The aura of the underworld quietly enveloped his body, further helping him hide his true body, and he could contact him at any time with the help of mysticism. Withdraw into the underworld.
At this time, a little bit of deep light flew out from the inside of the mausoleum, making the pale flames that surged like a tide no longer able to move forward.
They then formed a figure, which was Drink Augustus of the Sequence 2 "Balancer" rank.
As soon as he saw her, Klein, who was in a hidden state, suddenly became dull and stiff, and could only act based on instinct, because Klein's body returned from the pores of history, outside the secret mausoleum.
Then, Klein teleported directly to outside a secret mausoleum downstream of the Tasok River, took out another metal vial, and in a secret state used his spirituality to pull the blood inside to fly out and outline the symbol.
Within a few seconds, the symbol resonated and turned into a door. Klein took his secret puppets Qonas and Enuni and walked in.
Of course, in the rivers and forests outside, he still had his newly transformed Marionette lurking.
But at this moment, Medici's words suddenly rang in his ears:
"There's something wrong with the ceremony to become a god! There's something wrong with George III outside!"
"There may have been changes in the mausoleum. I asked someone to help you. Don't die so soon!"
The moment he heard these words, Klein happened to pass through the illusory gate with his secret puppets Qonas and Enuni.
Before he had time to think about the meaning of the words sent by Medici, the spiritual link of "War Red" was suddenly severed, and a picture suddenly appeared in his mind:
The dark church with its steeple stood in front, and the spacious door opened, revealing a man wearing overalls, a gentleman wearing a top hat, a girl with ruffled cuffs, and a young lady with lace forming flowers on her skirt...
They were all hanging in the air, motionless.
"Ah!" "Ah!" "Ah!"
A black crow hovered on the church spire, making a heart-warming cry.
Without any other guesses, Klein seemed to have fallen into the crack of the frozen lake, his whole body shivering and his hairs standing on end.
Countless thoughts surged up crazily in his heart, and they all shouted out one name:
Zaratul!
tbc
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Of course, the door opening symbol is obtained by contacting the door. This article does not go into details. After all, the djinn has been running for a long time.
