1860, August 5, Paris, banks of the Seine.
The magnificent dome is engraved with exquisite murals, and the afternoon sun shines through the stained glass windows and transforms into something like holy light. In the magnificent hall, Anatole, wearing a classical robe, sits on the black statue of God. Sitting on the stone seat, silently meditating.
In distant Mosk, news of Mavey's ascension to the throne of Pope has arrived, and Katerina has become the king of the entire Romanov Kingdom. Anatole knows that after her escape, all this will become inevitable.
In the days since he returned to Paris from Tver, he has been thinking about the trend of this war.
What exactly is the problem?
Why did the powerful Wisdom Religion lose to the Church of Truth?
Is it because of the ancient gods?
No....
Anatole didn't think so. He felt that although the ancient gods' relatives provided help to the Church of Truth, these help were not decisive. The real reason for the failure of the Wisdom God...
In the King, in Archbishop Henry.
Were the people of the Romanov Kingdom following the Church of Truth all their faults made by Archbishop Henry?
In the final analysis, it was Paul I and the aristocratic faction that triggered public dissatisfaction and wrong policies that broke the social balance, which ultimately led to the outbreak of the uprising.
This also made Anatole deeply realize that the relationship between the church, the kingdom, and the people cannot be maintained by the church alone. More importantly, it is the king who appears in the eyes of the people.
An excellent king can definitely win the support of the people!
Mavey's success was indispensable without Katerina's help, and Katerina was able to become the king, and Mavey was also indispensable.
The church and the kingdom achieve and complement each other, and are not a pyramid-like power structure as Anatole previously thought.
If Paul I was an excellent king and loved by the people, the Church of Truth would not have had the opportunity to develop....
Anatole thought of Ivan XIV, the king of the Popon Kingdom.
Was Ivan XIV a good king?
Anatole didn't think so, but Ivan XIV was definitely a 'good dog'. He listened and did whatever the church said.
But the problem is that among the Wisdom Cult, there seems to be no talent like Katerina who can inspire the people's fighting spirit. If Ivan XIV cannot inspire the people's fighting spirit, where will the Bourbon Kingdom go?
The rise of the Church of Truth is a foregone conclusion. Neleida, the God of Apocalypse, is still missing. The Apocalypse pantheon, which has lost its main god, has long been fragmented and lacks unity. How to deal with the turbulent international situation in the future has become Anatole's priority. important question.
A good and powerful king could help the church in every way.
Among the Popon Kingdom, who has the potential to become an excellent king?
No....
"What we need is not potential stocks, but immediate combat power that can be used immediately." Anatole murmured in a low voice.
"what did you say?"
In the corner, Archbishop Fay, who was silently reciting doctrine and praying devoutly, raised his head and looked at Anatole on the black throne with confusion. He did not hear clearly the oracle sent down by the other party.
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"Faye."
"I am here."
"In the history of the Popon Kingdom, which king was the most beloved by the people?"
"Of course it's the great Emperor Bonaparte..." Faye blurted out, saying the name without thinking, then his body trembled and he quickly added: "Please don't get me wrong, I mean, although Bonaparte Emperor Nabal is great, but he still cannot compare with you..."
"Where is he?"
"he...."
Hearing this question, Faye was stunned for a moment: "He... died decades ago."
"Where is he buried?"
"Invalides, right in Paris."
"Take me there."
Faye immediately put down his teachings, stood up, and led the way: "Are you going to visit the coffin of Emperor Bonaparte?"
"What's there to see in the coffin?" Anatole said calmly: "I want to recall his soul."
Faye, who was walking in front, trembled and turned back slowly: "You mean... to let Emperor Bonaparte be reborn?"
"Yes."
"What should I do, His Majesty Ivan XIV?"
"What we need now is not an obedient dog, but a ferocious wolf, Faye." Anatole narrowed his eyes and said, "A dog can be trained at any time, but a wolf is unique."
When Faye mentioned Emperor Bonaparte, Anatole suddenly remembered that he had an impression of this name.
The God of Faith can hear the prayers of believers. At a certain period before the seal was released, the name of Emperor Bonaparte appeared in Anatole's mind countless times. At that time, he did not take this name to heart. On, now...
It seemed that the moment had come when he was needed.
Les Invalides is located on the south bank of the Seine River, not far from Notre Dame Cathedral where Anatole is located, at least within the area of Paris. Soon, he was led by Faye to the square of Les Invalides.
The guards guarding the gate did not recognize Anatole, but they all knew Archbishop Fay and did not dare to block Archbishop Fay from entering Les Invalides.
In the crypt of the tomb, twelve white jade stone pillars are surrounded by trees and are engraved with reliefs. Each of the white jade stone pillars records the glorious battles of Emperor Bonaparte.
In the center of the tomb hall, on the central stone platform surrounded by twelve white jade stone pillars, a lacquer red coffin is placed quietly. White candles are burning on the surrounding walls, and the dim yellow light shines on the surface of the lacquer red coffin, refracting like a mirror.
Anatole walked in the tomb hall and read the records on the white jade pillars one by one. He read slowly, but he was very satisfied.
"Napoleon Bonaparte was indeed a great emperor."
After a long time, Anatole read the life experience of the coffin owner and gave a pertinent evaluation: "He deserves to be reborn and should be reborn. Lying in a narrow coffin is not the treatment an emperor deserves... "
Touching the lacquered red coffin with his palm, Anatole nodded and gently raised his arm...
Click!
Click!
Click!
Rivets flew up one after another, and the coffins were opened layer by layer. The outer coffin made of red porphyry floated first, followed by the second layer of tinplate coffin lid, mahogany coffin lid...
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Counting the outermost red porphyry outer coffin, Emperor Bonaparte's boat-shaped coffin has seven layers, symbolizing his supreme glory and power.
When the last layer of the oak coffin lid was opened, Anatole saw Emperor Bonaparte lying quietly with his hands in front of his belly. Even after so many years, the body was still lifelike and showed no signs of decay.
"There was a black stone in his mouth." Archbishop Faye said: "According to classic records, this black stone can effectively prevent the corpse from decaying, but there is not much left. The former pope took out it in memory of Emperor Bonaparte. Got one."
"That's not a black stone, but a crystal formed when the souls of the undead die... There's no specific name for it, just call it the black stone."
Anatole obviously knew the efficacy of the black stone. He looked at Emperor Bonaparte lying in the coffin and asked softly: "Who is his enemy?"
"Enemies..." Faye licked his lips and didn't know much about it: "I haven't heard that Emperor Bonaparte has any enemies. If he wants to say that the person he hates the most... it should be Marr who betrayed him. Marshal Meng.”
"Is Marmont still alive? If he is dead, where is his grave?"
Faye found the administrators and staff of Les Invalides, and after questioning, he said: "Marshal Marmont should be buried in Venice, the Kingdom of Sardinia."
"Well, Faye, before I come back, look for Emperor Bonaparte's relatives and the soldiers who have been loyal to him until now."
"yes."
Anatole's body turned into a black mist and dissipated. Seeing him leaving, Faye quickly began to prepare.
At dusk that day, a tomb located in Venice, Kingdom of Sardinia, suddenly exploded, and an arm picked up the head that had turned into bones in the coffin.
The cemetery administrator fell to the side, looking at the young man who suddenly appeared in front of him with a pale face, as if he had seen a ghost, and his whole body was shaking.
Fortunately, the young man ignored his thoughts. After getting the head, it turned into a black mist and disappeared.
Late at night, Anatole appeared again in the crypt of the Invalides Cemetery and saw the old man and woman following Faye.
"Which of you is a blood relative of the Emperor Bonaparte?"
"It's me." The woman standing behind Faye raised her hand.
"very good."
Anatole waved his arm, and the woman's neck exploded instantly, as if it had been cut by a big knife. A hideous wound appeared, and blood spurted out instantly. Under Anatole's guidance...
It merged into the lacquered red coffin.
The woman fell to the ground before she even had time to scream, her body twitching, her mouth wide open, and low "ho ho" sounds kept coming from her throat. The originally warm body became exhausted, and when the last drop of blood flew out , she has turned into a withered mummy.
This scene shocked everyone, including Faye, except for Anatole, who looked cold.
Inside the coffin, blood wrapped the body of Emperor Bonaparte, clinging to the surface of the body and flowing continuously. At this time...
Anatole raised the white skull in his hand, and a huge six-pointed star array spread out at his feet, encompassing the entire tomb crypt.
"The blood of relatives, the limbs of enemies who were forced to sacrifice..."
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The white bones trembled and turned into powder and scattered into the coffin, mixing with the blood.
"And the hearts of loyal people who are willing to give..."
Anatole looked at the last man and asked: "Are you willing to give your heart for the rebirth of Emperor Bonaparte? You will forever become a part of Emperor Bonaparte's body and enjoy the honor with him. And the supreme power I gave him."
"I do!"
The old man who recovered from the shock became excited when he heard 'rebirth': "I am willing to give my heart to Emperor Bonaparte!"
"It seems that he is really a well-loved emperor."
Anatole nodded, stretched out his hand, took out the old man's heart, and threw it into the coffin.
"In the end, the flesh and blood voluntarily sacrificed by the gods will recall the soul of the deceased, allowing him to escape from the ashes of the kingdom of death and reappear in the world..."
Despite what he said, Anatole did not actually cut off his own flesh and blood, but only cut off a small piece of hair and put it in the coffin.
The six-pointed star array suddenly brightened, and the blood in the coffin surged, as if boiling with scalding heat, which was quickly absorbed by the corpse. Soon, the six-pointed star array dimmed, and all the blood flowing in the coffin disappeared.
There was deathly silence in the crypt of the tomb. Suddenly, Emperor Bonaparte opened his eyes, grabbed the coffin wall, and slowly sat up from the coffin.
His eyes were blank, still in the state of confusion and numbness.
"I gave you new life."
Anatole said softly: "Remember my name, Anatole, now you should deal with the soldiers coming outside and let the world witness your return..."
Emperor Bonaparte stood up from the coffin, spit out the black stone in his mouth, threw it to the ground, then picked up the boat-shaped military cap in the coffin and put it on his head.
at the same time....
Outside the crypt of the cemetery, dense footsteps sounded, and soldiers holding firearms surrounded the Invalides. Anatole's actions in the crypt of the cemetery aroused the royal family's idea. Ivan XIV led his own The Guards quickly arrived to stop this.
pity....
It's too late.
When Emperor Bonaparte came out of the crypt of the tomb, the soldiers took a step back at the same time, their eyes extremely horrified.
Ivan XIV's eyes widened and he screamed: "Shoot him! I order you to shoot! Shoot!!!"
"you...."
Emperor Bonaparte moved his stiff body, looked at the countless soldiers around him and said, "Do you really want to shoot your own emperor?"
"I am the emperor of the Popang Kingdom! You should have died a long time ago!!!"
Seeing that the soldiers did not move and did not obey his orders, Ivan XIV became angry. He snatched the rifle from a soldier, pointed it at Emperor Bonaparte, and pulled the trigger.
boom!
bullet....
It wiped Emperor Bonaparte's cheek and flew over. It seemed that even bullets were afraid of the emperor's majestic aura. Emperor Bonaparte touched the blood on his face with a smile on his face: "I'm back, my soldiers." , let the Kingdom of Popon shine with glory again, and I will lead the Gauls to the top again! If you are still loyal to me and believe in me..."
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A soldier suddenly dropped his rifle and knelt down: "Long live the Emperor!!!"
"Long live Emperor Bonaparte!!!"
The soldiers defected one after another and crowded around the Emperor Bonaparte with deafening cheers.
Ivan XIV who attempted to murder the emperor was arrested. Murdering the emperor is a capital crime. What awaits him...
It will be the guillotine on the Rhine!
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August 10, Kingdom of Sardinia, Rome.
Thick dark clouds hang darkly overhead. On the top of the mountains, nuns holding burning white candles in their hands are walking on the stone steps in black coats, heading towards the ancient temple on the top of the mountain.
The shovel dug through the soil and dug out an ancient coffin buried deep under the temple. The sky was covered with dark clouds, thunder fell from time to time, and strong winds shuttled through the temple. As the six-pointed star array unfolded, the candlelight that should have been extinguished swayed and flickered.
The surface of the ancient coffin was covered with patterns left by craftsmen. No one noticed that the rivets of the coffin still had traces left when it was opened. A figure wrapped in a cloak stepped forward, raised his arms, and lifted the lid of the coffin. It opened with a bang, revealing the ashes of the cremated bones inside.
"On that day, the world will remember that name..."
Along with the sound of the body falling heavily, blood gathered in the coffin. The cloaked figure, with a hoarse and dull voice, cut off the little finger of his right hand and dropped it into the coffin where the blood was flowing:
"He... was an excellent military commander, he... was an excellent dictator, he... conquered Gaul, Egypt, Greece..."
"His death saddens everyone..."
"His return will lead the people of Sardinia to the top of the world!"
"his name is...."
"Caesar!"
