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Chapter 543 One of the Endings (End)

Ancient Roman City of Law.
It is estimated that in the past few centuries, no one could have believed that this cold-blooded city, the political hub of human society, would be like it is today.

One after another, extremely gorgeously decorated floats passed by on the street. The nuns on the floats wore black robes, but their hats were decorated with wreaths of various colors. They tried hard to put on happy smiles, and scattered flowers to the people below. They also painted posters of the human king Moriarty and hymns that they had memorized by heart.

There were groups of people on both sides of the road, cheering, raising their hands, shouting Moriarty's name, trying to catch the gifts falling from the sky.

Among these people, except for those still devout and ignorant believers of the Vatican, most of them were not truly cheering.

The reason why they shouted words of praise so hard was that as long as they shouted loud enough, they could attract the nuns who were throwing gifts on the bus. Among those gifts, there were rich
Melodious or passionate music, praises resounding in the sky, colorful lights and ribbons filling the streets, and people who are extremely enthusiastic.

It seemed as if the new era that had been talked about for many years had really arrived.

But who knows, if a country's celebration requires 'throwing money on the streets' to attract people, then this country no longer has any other beautiful things that can attract people to stay on the streets.

Moriarty sat in an extremely luxurious carriage with gauze curtains embroidered with gold thread hanging down. He sat quietly in the carriage with a smile on his face.

If anyone could see him in the carriage, they would definitely hate him from the bottom of their hearts.

It was he who provoked the meaningless war, it was he who caused the entire empire to decline to this point, it was he who ignored the blood of the empire's soldiers and the hard work of the empire's people, it was this man who, when everything had become so bad, was still deceiving himself by holding a dying celebration and even laughed so sincerely.

But just like all dynasties in human history, even under the imperial system, all power is concentrated in the hands of a single individual or group, and it is difficult for a direct subversion of the regime to occur, such as "Let's unite together and directly rebel against him and pull that bastard emperor off the throne!"

Even if there was, it would have taken countless years of planning and the joint conspiracy of multiple forces, and even required the support of upper-class forces who wanted to overthrow the monarchy, in order to have the slightest semblance of "subverting the regime."

Because society is ultimately an aggregation of the majority of people. Some people want to overturn the current situation of poverty, but some people want to keep it this way. These people are the ones who can still find a place to settle down in this chaotic era.

The emperor must have well-fed jackals under his command. The unreasonable religious beliefs still subtly influence some believers. Moriarty had been planning all this many years ago to become the youngest pope in the history of the Holy See, a human hero killed by Lord Dante himself, and an emperor of the empire who was as great as Augustine the Great.

Therefore, under his ability, as long as he does not want to, the entire empire will continue to struggle on the brink of death, until everyone is exhausted and sees no hope, until the army makes everyone in that desolate world called hell hate war and look forward to peace, and makes people like moths in the darkness, as long as they see a little light, they will rush forward recklessly, and for this reason they will not even care about life or death, let alone hatred, position, clan, and everything else.

Just to hold on to that little bit of warmth, I would hold it in my arms as if it were a treasure and never let go.

Well, now, the time is almost up.
So on this day, Moriarty sat in the carriage. The [Holy Calendar], which symbolized the war between humans and demons, had ended, and the [New Calendar] era that humans would eventually usher in had finally arrived.

I am the sacrifice for the coming of this era!
Moriarty straightened his golden royal robe, took out a small mirror, and applied some makeup powder that girls like to use on the deep dark circles under his eyes due to years of fatigue. He straightened the crown that symbolized the pinnacle of power and looked at himself in the mirror. He suddenly remembered that he seemed to have never traveled in his life, and never visited this empire that he loved so much with the mentality of a tourist. Those rivers, mountains and seas were all under his rule, but he seemed to always sit behind a desk, drinking coffee that he had not changed for decades.

In a trance, he suddenly realized that he seemed to be only in his 33s.

I don’t think I’ve ever been in love.

I didn't enjoy a pleasant afternoon. No. There were so many things that didn't happen.
Suddenly, the figure of a maid entered his mind, a certain night, a certain clock tower, and an inexplicable kiss.

Moriarty pursed his lips, and for the first time in decades, he felt his eyes moisten. "This new era is dedicated to Moran."

He murmured, adding apologetically: 'Even though she didn't want it.'

Then, the king of the empire stood up, holding the scepter in his hand, and walked out of the magnificent carriage with his head held high.

The cheers on the streets suddenly reached a new height. There were genuine cheers from believers, atmosphere created by the music played on the streets, and cheers guided by the government workers and soldiers who had practiced them long ago.

Moriarty raised his hands and gestured to both sides of the truth, with the most heartfelt pride in his eyes.

Perhaps the sunlight was a little dazzling today. This man, who was destined to be reviled by future generations and thrown into the quagmire of shame from which he would never be able to recover, narrowed his eyes and raised his head to look at the sky.

He saw the clear sky and the small black dot in the sunlight that had already reached above his head.

It was an airship, an airship that was not supposed to be in the sky over the city.

Something fell from the airship, like a missile diving towards the ground, pushing away the wind and waves ten thousand meters in the sky, and falling vertically towards the celebrating city.

"Heh, this time, I let you take the limelight again."

Moriarty smiled and opened his arms, as if he was the most extremely stupid emperor who was enjoying the admiration and foolish worship of thousands of people and hedonism.

"Moriarty! HOORAY!!!"

"Moriarty! HOORAY!!!"

"Moriarty! HOORAY!!!"

boom!
Something fell from the sky and smashed vertically into the center of the magnificent convoy. The soldiers on guard around were knocked into the air by the sudden fall. Armor, guns, and gravel flew everywhere. A large cloud of dust rose in the middle of the street. The guards hidden in the buildings on both sides were all dumbfounded for a moment. They didn't know where to aim their weapons, and they didn't even know what was happening.

For some reason, His Majesty the Emperor did not send the troops back to the capital to perform guard duty.

For some reason, no heavy firepower was stationed at the parade ceremony in the ancient Roman city of Fae.

For some reason, the air traffic control security level was not increased.

Anyway, let the smoke go
People saw a thin figure reaching his hands into the broken carriage, then suddenly clenching his hands, pulling out the broken rubble, and lifting the bloody emperor of the empire, Emperor Moriarty, high into the air.

(End of this chapter)