Do not confiscate my citizenship!!

Chapter 848 Lanqi helps Loren to go crazy
Today is December 2nd.

It's not a special holiday.

But this morning the entire southern continent will be paying attention to the southernmost giant, the Kreming Empire.

It has been confirmed by all parties in various countries that after experiencing a blood clan turmoil, the Krelian Empire in the south not only did not destroy its national destiny, but instead gave birth to a ninth-level strongman. Today, he will truly grasp the supreme power of the Krelian Empire and ascend the throne and be crowned.

At this juncture, a ninth-rank hero who defended the country was born in the Krelian Empire. This was undoubtedly devastating news to the allied countries that were at war.

What is even more worrying is that Hecintus intends to continue the war started by Saint Bardo the Great unless the allied countries in the north are willing to negotiate with him.

However, the parliaments of the allied countries all understood that the Cretan Empire, as the aggressor and the dominant party, had no intention of surrendering under the leadership of Hecintus, nor would it surrender halfway at this juncture. Instead, it would propose more excessive conditions to exchange for peace for the allied forces.

If the agreement is signed, whether the Kreming Empire, which holds absolute power, will abide by it in the future is one thing, but the price will inevitably be too high for them to bear, and they will lose their only power to fight back in the future.

Since yesterday, some member states of the United Parliamentary Alliance have expressed their intention to negotiate with the Cretan Empire.

……

Kingdom of Hutton.

Ikerita wouldn't be very cold in winter, even on a morning like this.

The Alchemy School area of ​​Ikriti Academy.

The clear stream beside the road meanders and reflects the branches and leaves of the winter trees. It is particularly peaceful in this early morning. Looking further into the distance, the flower fields across the river are part of the Alchemy Institute's botanical garden, which is also a teaching and research base for bioengineering.

"Alas, there has been no interesting news recently, and the entire Ikerite Academy is dead..."

With his hands behind his back, Luvishere stepped on the stones in the stream, sometimes maintaining his balance, sometimes almost losing it, and staggered through the shortcut.

In addition to the magic-energy recording camera hanging around her neck, she also had two work badges hanging on her chest, indicating that she was a member of the student union and a reporter for the Hutton Times.

As the secretary of the student union, she usually doesn't go to the student union to work, unless the president is really short of staff, then she will be called.

There is not much work at the newspaper now, so she has nothing to do but hang around in the school.

The red brick and stone buildings stand there, engraved with the engineering secrets left over from the history of Sage Court.

Her figure followed the school's deep veins and walked along the familiar road.

The war is all over the front pages now.

She doesn't like it at all.

Not many people read news from small reporters like her, and all of them were pushed into the corner.

The atmosphere at Ikrit Academy this year is not as vibrant as it used to be at the end of the year.

Even tourists and residents passing through Ikrit College are rare.

Most Ikerit residents who visit for the first time will find the academy complicated and unable to find their destination after wandering around, but there will often be enthusiastic students to help show the way.

However, Luvihill is already in the third grade and is already familiar with the huge Ikerit Academy.

Lu Weixier thought that they soon passed several important landmarks, and the Jera Memorial Square would probably be ahead.

Generally speaking, this is the only place that is slightly busier at any time.

Because there is a giant open-air screen, everyone likes to watch it.

It was created by Jera Zelter, a magic craftsman who graduated from Ikerit Academy two hundred years ago. If you look carefully, you will find many of his works in the academy.

It seemed that when Lanqi first came, he was tested by Princess Vivian on his knowledge of the magic craftsman Jera. Lanqi's answers were much more profound than those given by other art connoisseurs, which surprised Vivian a lot. At that time, Vivian saw that Lanqi was not an ordinary person. Later, her brother Prince Ainor was even better and wanted to be brothers with Lanqi.

“It’s a truly nostalgic place.”

Lu Weixier stopped and looked at the square that appeared in his sight.

Her lovely juniors, also known as the King's Capital Bully Trio, attracted many teachers and students to watch every Shadow World challenge at the Jera Memorial Plaza during the early stage of the disease.

At this moment, the clock face hanging high on the clock tower of Sage Academy leisurely points to eight o'clock in the morning, and the open-air giant screen in the square surrounded by teaching buildings is broadcasting the most important live broadcast of the day.

Because today's coronation ceremony of Kreming may determine the situation of the future war in the southern continent, and even the direction of the next few years.

"Hecintus is not a good guy. They were clearly the invaders, but he continued to fight after he came to power."

The Ikerite students on the steps of the square were discussing passionately.

"He may be an enemy to us, but to the residents of the Cretan Empire he is the patron saint. If we take the initiative to admit the fault of the war started by the previous emperor, then the Cretan Empire will pay a huge price, which will undoubtedly damage the empire. Hecintus's decision-making direction has always been the option that is most beneficial to the empire."

"Besides, they are now at a great advantage, both in terms of the battle situation and the additional ninth-order divine realm expert. It is impossible for them to surrender voluntarily. From their perspective, the best thing to do is to fight on resolutely."

"Do you think he would preach morality to us, the people of the kingdom? As the first military god, he was able to agree to this war in the first place. To us, he is a great sinner. He is only a hero to the people of the empire."

Listening to the students' discussions.

Bored, Luvihill found a high seat at the far edge of the stairs and sat down, holding his chin and watching the imperial coronation ceremony on the screen to pass the time.

"Anyway, the same things will be written in tomorrow's news, so it doesn't matter whether you read it or not."

Luvihill pouted and muttered.

War is a dirty game, and the winners are often dirty players.

Judging from the fact that Hecintos is in his current position, there may be some shady means behind his success.

After complaining in his heart, Lu Weixier held his chin and looked at the images being broadcast on the outdoor giant screen.

……

The southern part of the Kremlin Empire.

There was a light snowfall in the capital, Blierda.

After experiencing a catastrophe, we finally regained the long-lost peace.

Shortly after dawn in this historic city-state, a grand coronation ceremony was being prepared in full swing.

Faint golden sunlight filtered through the gaps in the clouds and fell on the surface of the Grande River along with the light snow.

This reborn heart of the empire is no less prosperous and beautiful than any other city along the mountains and coasts of the empire.

Today, the Krelian Empire will welcome a new leader—a hero who will lead everyone to uncover the truth and stop the vampire conspiracy.

"Have you heard? The Bloodbath Day was actually led by Saint Bardo the Great. In the past two days, more and more evidence about the past events has been unearthed."

"Who doesn't know this? The biggest beneficiary after the bloodbath was neither the common people nor the nobles, but the fact that Saint Bardo the Great's imperial power became more secure. The extremists either died in the turmoil or were eventually executed. It's just that when Saint Bardo the Great was around, no one dared to discuss this, and no one dared to investigate."

"It's different now. The topic of settling accounts with Saint Bardo the Great is in line with the mainstream trend."

People walking along the streets in the central city were occasionally discussing something.

Whether at home or on the streets, people were talking in groups of two or three about the upcoming event.

Hearing about the increasing exposure of Saint Bardo the Great's royal scandals, combined with Saint Bardo the Great's performance on the day of the vampire riot, the residents couldn't help but feel a lingering fear. Fortunately, this fake emperor died, and the one who was about to take office was the people's leader and hero who truly saved them, Hecintus.

Regarding the fact that Hecintos was able to pick up the Sword of the Heroic Spirit of Cyros, most people thought it was a fairy-tale miracle.

There are also a small number of scholars who believe that the Sword of the Heroic Spirit of Ceros could not be picked up by someone who does not have royal blood. Perhaps Helicintos really has some royal blood, but he became a commoner due to some changes.

But no matter what, it cannot change the fact that today the people are eager to support him to ascend the throne.

The empire needs such a strong, upright and reliable leader.

Moreover, based on Hecintus' performance since he took office as the First God of War, he has always been very good to the people and is very caring for civilians, which makes the people more determined to support him.

Manhot district in the central urban area of ​​​​Blildad.

The heroic statue stands solemnly on the Kremer Memorial Square, waiting for this unique and grand coronation ceremony.

Towering buildings and a strong artistic atmosphere can be found in every corner of Brillda.

The Krewe Memorial Square in the center of the city-state is surrounded by white monuments and dark gray statues of the first generation of military gods in different styles.

After urgent repairs, the cracks on the face of the first generation military god statue have been restored to their original state.

The coronation ceremony will be held in the most magnificent and top-level buildings in the center of Brildas - the Palace of Saint-Astrie and the Place de la Crémant.

The mechanical engineering troop's continuous cleaning and repair work smoothed out the scars of the battle, and the palace, whose eastern barrier had been destroyed, magically restored its former glory.

The sun of the empire rises higher and higher.

The ancient sundial on the memorial square, covered with translucent fine snow, was almost pointing to nine in the morning.

Before the coronation ceremony officially began, the entire square in front of the Saint-Astrie Palace and even the streets several kilometers away were already full of residents, with no end in sight.

Thousands of citizens came from all directions, crowding the perimeter of the square, just to witness this historic moment with their own eyes.

Although they had just experienced a riot three days ago, many people are still afraid and dare not go to densely populated areas.

But it is difficult to reduce their expectations and trust in Hecintos today, as well as the sense of security that Hecintos brings them.

Perhaps it was because they would regain true security after the disaster, or perhaps it was to commemorate the citizens who unfortunately died in the vampire attack and turmoil, many residents still went out today to watch the coronation.

The entire city-state is preparing for this moment.

On the main road outside the Crain Memorial Square, knights patrolled back and forth, their armor covered with snowflakes, the sound of their horses' hooves thundering through the cobblestone road. They were on high alert to ensure the safety and order of the coronation ceremony.

This altar is several meters high and is carved from the finest Fengdao stone. The four sides are carved with the national emblem of the Cretan Empire and a roaring lion with its head held high. On the top, as always, there are images of the heroic spirits of the ancestors, who are either holding swords or holding shields, witnessing this historic moment.

On the steps in front of the palace, the tall and straight knights of the Royal Guards lined up on both sides. They were clad in dark heavy armor with red feathers fluttering on the tops of their helmets, forming a steel wall. The Royal Ceremonial Band was in position at the bottom of the steps, ready to play music at any time.

Clang, Clang!

When nine o'clock arrived, the bells rang along with the ceremonial music.

In front of the Saint-Astrie Palace, which had been temporarily repaired by the Imperial Engineering Corps, a long red carpet was spread out on the steps, leading straight to the depths of the palace, like a holy path descending from heaven.

The knights lined up neatly on both sides of the red carpet, ready for battle.

They were clad in dark armor, holding long swords, looking forward with the flame of loyalty burning in their eyes, and their postures were as firm as mountains.

The horn sounded, echoing in the sky above Brillda like the sound of nature.

As the sound of the horn reached its climax, the palace gate slowly opened.

Golden light shone from inside the door, like the first ray of sunlight at dawn, illuminating the entire Kremer Memorial Plaza and the light snowflakes in the sky.

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, Hecintus slowly walked out of the palace.

He was dressed in a robe interwoven with white and gold, and a heavy blue cloak engraved with gold prints, which shone brightly in the light.

But all of this was not as dazzling as the legendary sword of the Heroic Spirit of Seiros that he held tightly in his hand.

On the sword, the ancient Cyrus inscriptions were flashing, and the power of the ancient heroes was awakened because of him.

Hecintus had his usual peaceful smile on his face, and he seemed flattered by everyone's support. He raised his hand and interacted cordially with the endless number of residents in the distance.

The heavy pressure of the past three days did not leave any trace on him.

It also proved that he had reached the god-like realm. The injuries suffered by the ancestor in the bloody battle that day were almost healed after just three days.

In the Cretan Square, under the twelve cornerstone thrones, except for the first diamond throne and the sixth beryl throne, which were vacant, the other ten military gods were waiting for Hecintus as they did on the National Day, performing their duties of maintaining order and witnessing the emperor's coronation.

They once defended this land together, and now they will witness their comrade-in-arms being crowned king, opening a new chapter for the Kremer Empire.

"Hyacinthus, thank you for saving us."

The Eighth Military God, Kanzel of the White Gold Stone, sighed, looked in the direction of Hecintos and muttered to himself.

He still felt a heavy sense of guilt for the death of Saint Bardo the Great.

If Hecintos had not defeated Lachar, the ancestor of the blood clan, the several military gods would continue to be controlled by the blood clan and do things that harm the empire.

Fortunately, Hecintus was equally kind to them and completely forgave their sins. The matter of the blood clan was put to rest, and they were only asked to continue fighting for the empire.

"It's okay. We all did it. Even if Saint Bardo the Great were still alive, he would have to pardon us."

The mechanical eyes of the fourth military god, Jasper, flashed with a sneer.

She actually didn't feel guilty at all. As long as the result was good, that was enough.

The more she investigated, the less favorable she felt towards Saint Bardo the Great. She even felt that Saint Bardo the Great should have died long ago and that his crimes were unforgivable.

"Is it highlighting that the law cannot punish everyone?"

The fifth military god, Mica Lugayed, muttered.

Although he was a disciplined person, he couldn't refute Jasper's words at this moment.

No matter what, things have come to this point, and several military gods have expressed their respect and honor for the coronation of Hecintus in their own ways.

Only Julius remained silent for a long time.

"Julius, are you okay?"

The Ninth Military God Amethyst Ryan looked at Julius beside him and asked. He felt that Julius's expression was not very good.

Ryan is also a god of war who has recovered from being controlled by the vampires. Whenever he thinks back to what he did in the past two days, he feels full of regret. Not only has he done too many wrong things, he also almost hurt his companions. Even his relationship with his sister Ursula has probably been destroyed to the point of freezing.

While he blamed himself, he also felt very sorry for almost injuring his colleague Julius that day. Julius seemed to have a bad temper, but he would not blame his colleagues for such things, which made Ryan feel even more guilty.

Of course Ryan knew that Julius was the one who was suffering the most these days, because Violet probably died at the hands of the vampire ancestor Lachar, and even her body was still missing.

So it was natural for Julius to feel depressed.

"It's alright, just focus on the task at hand. Let's bless Hecintus today."

Julius turned his head to look at Ryan and spoke softly to him.

"That's good."

Ryan replied, glancing at Julius one more time.

He was sure that Julius looked fine, but Julius's expression gave him an inexplicable illusion of a mask, as if Julius was enduring the rage that was about to burn in his heart, supporting him to complete today's work perfectly.

On the high platform in the memorial square, amid the cheers of the imperial people.

Amid cheers, Hecintus slowly walked towards the circular stage-like altar.

"Long live Helicintus!"

"Long live the Kremer Empire!"

The cheers were like waves, one higher than the other, resounding through the sky. Snowflakes covered their cheeks, making their skin slightly cold, but this did not hinder their enthusiasm. They believed that today's light snow must be auspicious snow.

The people of the empire waved the imperial flag and threw flowers.

Hyacinthus came to the altar.

He turned around and faced his future people, and the responsibilities and mission he was about to undertake.

The winter sunlight shining through the clouds gave him a golden edge, as if the gods were crowning him.

And he, like a god, like a true king, stood above everyone else.

"Hecintus."

Simonlo the Emerald, the eleventh military god who temporarily replaced Violet as the priest, walked forward with an ancient book in his hands and read out the name of Hecintus with a smile.

Those are the laws and creeds of the Kremer Empire. The cover of the book is inlaid with teardrop-shaped gems, symbolizing the light of truth of the Elsayan Sanctuary.

Originally, the coronation ceremony should have been hosted by the high priest of the Elsaya Sanctuary, but Violet happened to be killed a few days ago. None of the other moon priests in the Monastery of Saint Cremona could take on this important position. Only Simonro, the chief of the God of Storms and Freedom, who is also a god of war, could serve as a clergyman of the same level to replace Violet's job.

"Hecintus Oregia."

After the chief priest Simon Rodion read out the name of Hycintus, he reverently opened the book. His solemn voice echoed over the square.
"Are you willing to swear to follow the laws of your ancestors and assume the responsibility of governing the country and protecting your people as the Emperor of the Kremlin Empire?"

"I, Hecintus Origias, swear on my life and honor that I will protect the Cretan Empire with all my heart, and protect every inch of the empire's land and every citizen. My sword will always fight for justice; my heart will always beat for the people. The fate of the Cretan Empire is my fate; the future of the Cretan Empire is my future. From now on, forever."

Hecintus' voice was firm and powerful, like a vow and a promise.

"Can you treat every citizen of Cremorne fairly, day or night, regardless of high or low status?"

"Are you willing to step forward when Crane is threatened, and use your life and honor to prove your leadership?"

Simon Luo asked questions one after another, and the coronation ceremony proceeded in an orderly manner.

Hecintus answered every question in the most resolute tone.

Hecintus' voice seemed to be able to penetrate time and space and reach the hearts of every citizen of the Cretan Empire outside of Brillda and even outside of the Botswana province.

Director Simon Luo closed the book and said loudly to the crowd:

"People of Crete, do you accept Hecintus Oregias as your king and emperor of the Crete Empire?"

"Your Majesty Hecintus!"

A deafening shout broke out from the crowd, and the voices of millions of people gathered together like the most majestic piece of music.

The sound resounded throughout the heavens and earth, reaching every corner of the capital, Blierda, carrying the voices of countless Cretans.

"Now, in the name of the spirits of our ancestors and the people of Cretan, I hereby crown Hecintus Origias as the emperor of the Cretan Empire. May his rule last forever, and may the Cretan Empire prosper forever!"

Sir Simon Rodin turned to Helicinus and raised the laurel wreath, his voice like an oracle that could not be disobeyed.

The air was filled with festive excitement, and the sunshine gave everything a golden edge.

At this moment, the sky suddenly became a little brighter.

The sky, which was originally covered with clouds and fine snow, seemed to be opened up a little.

People felt that this auspicious sign was the gods blessing the birth of the new emperor of the Cretan Empire.

Just as the entire square was silent and everyone held their breath, witnessing this sacred moment.

Simonlo held the crown steadily and handed it to Hecintus.

At that moment, it seemed as if a divine light descended from the sky and shone on Hecintus.

A crack suddenly appeared in the sky.

The crack was so deep and so long that it was about to split the sky.

The surrounding clouds were torn apart, and the swirling clouds spun rapidly, condensing into a huge hole.

A blinding white light leaked out from the crack, illuminating the entire Kremlin Square.

The light was so strong that it was impossible to look directly at it.

People subconsciously raised their arms and covered their eyes. The joy in the air quickly cooled down, the cheers gradually subsided, and were replaced by a sense of uneasiness.

The smiles froze on people's faces, and then turned into doubt and vigilance.

The easily stressed people looked at each other and whispered to each other, not knowing what was going on.

It turns out that the brightening of the sky just now was not an illusion, but it seemed like something was about to happen.

An ominous premonition follows you like a shadow.

Soon they saw it.

In that light, more than a dozen figures slowly descended.

The strong light obscured their faces and only vague outlines could be seen.

But even so, one can feel that they are different.

These figures were all dressed in white robes, like gods and angels.

The figure at the head looked more like a Pope, wearing the only pure white papal robe and a silver mask covering his face.

He has a slender figure, his demeanor reveals an innate majesty, and he is surrounded by an aura that makes him one with the world in perfect harmony. It seems as if he was born to be a gospel teacher, and he is admired and respected by everyone.

Although no one knew who these people were, judging from the attire of the white-robed man in the lead, he looked like a religious leader from ancient times, or the leader of a mysterious organization, who had come from another time and space, causing the other residents present to subconsciously feel afraid.

The appearance of this group of uninvited guests instantly changed the direction of the entire square.

Director Simon Rodin stopped the coronation ceremony, and the nine military gods in the memorial square looked at the uninvited guests with caution. The reason why they stayed here today was to deal with any possible unrest.

After the vampire riot three days ago, I thought everything had calmed down.

At this moment, it seems that a deeper terrorist force is about to arrive.

The residents of Brillda could not stand this anymore.

But with Hecintus around, they still felt safe.

Hecintos has become the strongest man in the entire empire and even in the southern continent this year. He is the only strong man who has entered the realm of gods. Even if the ancestor of the blood clan comes again, the people of the empire now believe that the ancient evil spirit will be wiped out by Hecintos under the sword of the heroic spirit of Seros.

"..."

Hecintus no longer stared at the laurel wreath in front of him, his eyes turned to the center of the square.

The stronger the people present, the more clearly they can feel the aura emanating from these white-robed figures.

Such power even made the military gods present feel a little puzzled.

The Third Military God, Geyat, the Sardonyx Throne, frowned.

Most of these people are at least level eight warriors.

In fact, some of them gave them the feeling that they were no less powerful than their military gods.

Even on the Allied battlefield, it is difficult to gather so many of the world's top strongest people.

And if it is true that the strong men of the Allied Forces have gathered, then their appearance here today is undoubtedly a long-planned infiltration into Brillda, and at this moment they are planning something that can easily endanger the entire capital.

Fear and anxiety began to spread among the people.

"Why come again?!"

"I will never join in the fun again!"

"Stay away first."

The Imperials who cried out in surprise subconsciously wanted to retreat and flee the square.

The fear that was still vivid in everyone's mind three days ago turned into an invisible hand that tightly grasped everyone's heart.

The Crane Memorial Plaza is located on the stage side of the Imperial Palace.

"My Lords, I wonder what brings you here?"

Hecintus's eyes never left the group of uninvited guests. Even without asking, he could guess that those who appeared here today were enemies who came to cause trouble.

But the people were not far away yet, so it was not appropriate for him to act too hastily.

He held the Sword of the Heroic Spirit of Seiros, and the light on the sword became sharper.

Above the center of the square, the leading white-robed figure did not answer immediately.

The white-robed Pope only raised his head slightly, his eyes behind the mask as sharp as torches, as if he wanted to see through Hecintus.

The look seemed to be judging.

"Hesintus Oregia, the people of the man whom the Cretan Empire attempted to crown, we are summoned by the oracle to come and witness this moment."

After a while, he finally spoke.
"You are not the legitimate emperor. Please return the throne to the legitimate successor of the Cremona royal family to maintain the normal order of the world."

The words of the White-robed Pope echoed in the square like thunder, shocking even the residents who were evacuating in the distance.

oracle?

Which god has such great power?

Why did the oracle come down at this moment?
In the crowd, speculation and doubt intertwined into a huge web, and discussions continued in the chaos.

Some people began to recall the ancient prophecies, but more of them were filled with an unspeakable uneasiness and fear.

This white-robed Pope doesn't look like a normal religious being at all, he looks more like a cult Pope!

……

At the same time, in the allied countries, the attention paid to the coronation ceremony of the Crane Empire began to increase sharply.

The most intuitive demonstration is in front of the open-air square of Ikrit Academy.

The sudden change in the scene quickly attracted the attention of a large number of teachers and students.

Anyone who passed by here, even those who originally did not intend to pay much attention to the coronation ceremony of the Kreming Empire, could not help but stop.

They knew without even thinking that the ratings of the broadcast would begin to grow exponentially within the United Kingdom Alliance!
This change may cause panic for the people of the Empire.

But for their allies, there was a glimmer of hope amidst suspicion and fear.

"Even if a mysterious force with unclear positions comes, as long as they are willing to help us fight Helicintos, it's a good thing."

The Ikerite students said one after another.

One could even dream that if they both suffered heavy losses in the fight, it would be a blessing from heaven for the Kingdom Alliance.

Because the residents of the allied countries have developed an excessive fear of the military force of the absolutely powerful imperial power, Hecintos.

This is just as the White Pope said, it is a horrible imbalance. If Hecintos wants to kill all the way from south to north, no one can really stop him.

Lu Weixier became alert and raised his lazy eyelids.

Her journalistic radar was buzzing.

The scene continues.

The air near the public side of the Kremer Memorial Plaza.

Behind the white-robed Pope, other believers were also looking at the gods of war.

The terrifying feeling of oppression brought unprecedented pressure to the ordinary residents of the empire who were fleeing behind.

They originally thought that the gathering of the twelve military gods was already the most powerful combat group in the Krelian Empire, but they did not expect that there was such a force that they could not even name, with an unknown number of eighth-level strongmen.

The unknown, when it reaches a certain level, sometimes turns into fear.

The pressure, like an invisible boulder, made it hard for everyone outside the square to breathe.

This mysterious white-robed Pope made a shocking statement, demanding that Hecintus hand over the throne and return it to the so-called "legitimate heir"!
"Why do you think I am unorthodox?"

While waiting for Simonlo to reinforce the barrier of the Kreming Memorial Square and for the residents to evacuate as far as possible, Hecintus asked the man in white robes calmly.

Although he wanted to quickly put an end to this group of guys who were pretending to be ghosts and causing trouble, and even wanted to chop up and dice the civilians who were in the way, his personality did not allow him to do such a thing at this moment.

What a hassle.

"Hecintos, you are not a truly peace-loving person. You are the one who fuels the war in the Southern Continent. Your absolute strength and power will cause the entire world to lose balance, which is a devastating threat to the countries in the north of the Southern Continent."

The White-robed Pope continued.

"Your accusation is somewhat arbitrary. Everything I do is for the prosperity and stability of the Kreihe Empire. I will never do anything to harm my people."

Hecintus spoke to himself as he looked at the direction where the residents were rapidly retreating under the evacuation of the Guards.

He looked calm and composed, as if he didn't think these people posed much of a threat to him.

He just couldn't act casually now because of the civilians.

The other party seemed to have calculated this and held him down.

The party that holds the moral ground will always be more restricted in its actions, while the party that has no scruples can be more despicable.

"Hecintos..."

Seeing the state of Hecintus, the other gods of war felt a little relieved.

If it was the night when the vampires attacked again, perhaps the threat posed by this group of white-robed followers would be enormous.

But at this moment, with the ninth-level Hecintus and the remaining ten military gods, they are not to be feared even if these guys are strong.

“Humans have always imagined a future that should be scary. But most people aren’t scared because they can’t understand the meaning behind it.”

The eyes under the white robed Pope's mask were as calm as water.

"Under your absolute rule, this world will neither enter a relative balance nor a balance of terror. You will only bring war and destruction."

He spoke from the perspective of a detached observer.

"If you insist on causing trouble, I will also wipe you out for the sake of the people of the Kreihe Empire."

At this point, Hecinthos confirmed with Simonlo beside him through his eyes that the temporary barrier had been reinforced, and finally sent a hostile signal to the other party, and no longer said anything more for the fleeing people and the enemy.

At this moment, something happened that the military gods didn't react to.

The Tenth Military God, Julius of the Red Tourmaline, suddenly summoned a heavy artillery and aimed it at the white-robed Pope in mid-air.

Black and red hot energy gathered in the barrel, and the air was distorted by the high temperature.

He was the first to strike!

A dazzling beam of light pierced through the sky from the heavy artillery and headed straight for the white-robed Pope. The roar of the artillery was deafening, and the recoil made the ground tremble.

The residents outside the barrier didn't even react. By the time they caught sight of this scene, it had already happened.

The Tenth Military God, Red Tourmaline Throne, has always been the most decisive military god. On the battlefield, he may take action without giving a signal to his teammates and deliver a decisive blow!
"Julius, what if civilians are injured?"

Bianca, the 12th Military God of Cat's Eye, said in shock.

Fortunately, she sensed the change in Julius's aura just now and knew what Julius was going to do.

At this time, Julius used the compressed magic beam cannon, which was also his ultimate move.

But before she could finish scolding Julius, she was choked by the situation in the sky.

The White-robed Pope did not dodge or evade, and did not even make a defensive move.

He just floated quietly in the air, allowing the blazing beam of light to come straight at him.

The energy beam split into two in front of the Pope, as if blocked by an invisible barrier.

Two beams of light split and passed by the Pope's side, shooting into the distant sky and finally dissipating into the clouds.

Throughout the entire process, the white-robed Pope remained motionless.

He didn't even use any spells, and there was no trace of magic flowing, but he easily blocked Julius' full-strength attack.

For a moment, Julius opened his eyes.

The heavy artillery in his hand was still steaming, but he was completely frozen in place.

He looked at the unharmed white-robed Pope in the sky in disbelief, as if he had never seen anyone who could take his heavy artillery with his face and remain unscathed.

The other gods of war also realized the seriousness of the matter at this moment, before they had time to blame Julius for his reckless preemptive strike.

No one knew the power of Julius's full-strength attack better than them. As Julius specialized in burst output, none of them dared to just take the blow without any action.

Julius looked at Hyacinthus, Salon, and Geyat with a look of vigilance as if he was facing a great enemy.

Perhaps in his opinion, this level of strange enemy is at least something that the first three military gods can handle.

"..."

Geyat pretended not to see it. He didn't want to challenge an enemy full of unknowns for no reason.

At least he still hadn't figured out how the man in white robe took on Julius' attack.

It would be easy to explain if there was spellcasting and magic flow.

This means that the opponent has used evasive, defensive or even immune items.

But at present, the opponent's defense methods are not like these. There are only two possible explanations. Either it is an ultra-high-standard defensive spell that makes it impossible for others to observe the triggering, but even if it is epic, there must be a limit on the number of times; or he is terribly strong, and his defense methods are so strong that people can't understand, and Geyat can hardly hurt this person.

Salon grasped the hilt of the sword, and held it firmly.

Faced with such a strong enemy, he really wanted to give it a try.

Moreover, Salon's eyes had almost penetrated the opponent's aura and magic flow, as well as possible future avoidance directions. He saw that the opponent was full of flaws, as if he was standing there defenseless and could be hit by him at any time.

But this strange enemy made him feel like he had no flaws, and it seemed like it would be useless no matter how he attacked.

And Hecintus still looked calm and composed.

The hand holding the sword had quietly exerted force, and veins were bulging.

"interesting."

He muttered to himself, his eyes as sharp as torches, fixed firmly on the white-robed Pope.

Hecintus had been wanting to test his sword on this troublemaker since a while ago.

He was just enduring it, and had been enduring it for a long time. In order to maintain that troublesome image, he had to take into account the safety of those stupid civilians. Even if he wanted to kill those civilians, he had to wait until he was completely in power, and then he could kill them slowly for his enjoyment.

Through the broadcast, the entire Brildah, every corner of the city-state was shrouded in a solemn atmosphere.

At this juncture, a showdown seems inevitable.

The snow is falling lightly.

"God of War, the world you see now is unreal and incomplete, because you are looking at the world with your eyes open. From now on, you must learn to look at the world with your eyes closed."

The white-robed Pope in the picture did not get angry because of Julius's sneak attack just now, nor did he suddenly launch a horrific annihilation war. Instead, he spoke to them with a little regret.

However, the white-robed followers behind him and the gods of war were looking at each other with hostility.

This put pressure on the military gods.

If they make another move.

I'm afraid the group of guys behind this white-robed Pope will also take action.

A great battle started by twenty eighth-level warriors.

By then, it will no longer be a bloodbath-level riot. The disaster may spread from the capital, Blildah, in an all-out melee, until the entire kingdom-sized province of Botswana is destroyed in a few hours.

"enough."

Although Hecintus' voice was gentle, it contained unquestionable majesty.
"If you insist on endangering Brillda, let me tell you what that means."

The moment he finished speaking, Hecintos's hand had already officially rested on the hilt of the Sword of the Heroic Spirit of Ceros.

"I wanted to observe the Empire for a while longer, but now I have to stop you."

The White-robed Pope saw the temporary reinforcement of the super-standard barrier at the Cremorne Memorial Square take shape, and told Hecintos the biggest concession he had made.
"If you don't take action within an hour, I won't take action. Let the nearby residents retreat and free up the battlefield for us."

He preached with kindness.

"Do you want to challenge me?"

Hecintus smiled, which was rare.
"Isn't it okay for me to kill all of you?"

He looked at the other person and asked silently. His deep and teasing eyes seemed to be questioning the other person. If he wanted to rely on the safety of the residents to hold him back and threaten him, the prerequisite was that he had to have enough power to threaten him.

But Hecintus wanted to tell all the Brildans that he possessed absolute power to suppress them, so there was no need to compromise with the other side. He could lead the gods of war to expel all the other sides and end the battle without endangering the safety of Brildans.

This is also the moment to show everyone his absolute dominance!
The next second, the silver light of the God Era burst out from the scabbard, illuminating the entire sky.

The light was like millions of stars burning at the same time, instantly engulfing the dark clouds above the square and illuminating the sky white. There was a faint thunderous sound echoing, shaking the entire city-state of Brillda.

In an instant, the color of heaven and earth changed.

The sky, which was originally covered with clouds, was suddenly split open by an invisible giant sword. At the edge of the gap, the space was distorted, as if time and space had lost their original laws under the sword.

The moment Hecintos drew out the Sword of the Heroic Spirit of Cyros, he gathered his energy and, in the face of this ninth-level pressure, all enemies seemed so small and vulnerable.

The air became thick and heavy, and every breath in the city of Blildar became extremely difficult.

It was as if there was an invisible giant hand, and even though they were far away from each other through the barrier, they could not escape the terror of this power.

And under this attack of Hecintus, any enemy will be reduced to ashes!

The other military gods all changed their expressions at this moment.

The mere presence of the sword energy emanating from within the barrier was enough to make their skin sting, their blood flow backward, and their internal organs tremble violently.

Saron gripped the hilt tightly.

Only when he reached the peak of the eighth level did he understand how far this power was from the eighth level realm, and how far out of reach it was.

The strongest slash of the ninth order cut through the sky, heading straight for the white-robed Pope and the followers behind him, intending to chop them all into pieces!

The air made a sharp whine under the sword. Wherever the sword light passed, the buildings and statues were as fragile as paper in front of this sword energy and turned into dust in an instant.

Countless sword energies separated from the main sword light and transformed into dense sword shadows, surrounding the white-robed Pope and the believers behind him.

All the military gods present subconsciously prepared themselves for defense. Even if the attack was not aimed at them, they were equally certain that they would be injured by the aftermath if they were not careful!
This time, the White Pope finally took action.

He seemed to be chuckling under his mask, or perhaps saying something.

But no one could hear what he was reciting in this moment of complete silence.

Time accelerated at this moment, and the vast silver light turned into a tangent that covered the believers, falling from the sky and shrouding their figures!
A loud noise suddenly erupted in the silence of the snow-covered Kremer Memorial Square. The sound was like a thousand thunders, deafening. In an instant, the whole Brillda was filled with wind.

Just as Hecintos looked indifferently at the moment when everything in the distance was submerged.

His eyes suddenly moved.

The expressions of the other military gods were immediately filled with shock, and they stood in an extremely alert posture.

They couldn't believe that this person would appear here!

The entire downtown area of ​​​​Brillda was shrouded in a sudden strong wind, and it shook as if the world was created!

The strong wind started out as a small whirlwind, but in an instant it became a storm strong enough to sweep away everything.

Under the violent wind magic, all attacks, including the ninth-level slash that Hecintus had previously made, became like fragile pieces of paper in front of it and were easily blown away.

The sunrise over the city-state is like sweet dew falling from the sky.

The majestic light that strikes the soul directly interprets the great power that constitutes all things in the world. The glory of the Age of Gods is performed on the white-robed Pope. He drives the flow of clouds and changes the appearance of the sky. The power that penetrates the clouds is the unique breath of wind. The wind blows gently on the earth, and the snowflakes stop in an instant and rise against the sky!

The sky brightened at this moment, and all the clouds over Brillda were blown away.

In legends from ancient times to the present, the God of Wind controls the direction of the wind. His voice can be a gentle whisper or a thunderous decree.

And the figure at the center of the storm is the god who controls the wind.

This simple collision did not hurt him at all, nor did it hurt the residents behind him.

There was only the strong wind that caused his mask to fall naturally.

"You seem to have some misunderstandings, so I want to make it clear."

The wind blew across Loren's forehead, causing his hair to block his eyes. Only the other blue pupil that was exposed was bright and shining.
"Hecintos, you are the challenger."

He raised his finger and pointed at Hecintus, no longer trying to hide his arrogance.

Offscreen.

"Fuck, Loren!!"

Suddenly, the entire Ikerite Academy was in an uproar, and even the entire royal capital of Ikerite was filled with thunderous sounds from the rooftops of various districts.

The face on the screen was their high priest!

Especially the students in Ikerita Academy, they like to watch the great priest Loren get fucked!

At this moment, the shadow of war was swept away, and the students and teachers in front of the entire open-air square stood up from the steps in joy, waving their hands or roaring with clenched fists.
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These days, I update more than 10,000 words a day on average. I beg you to give me double the monthly votes for the National Day! Before I finish, I will take this book "Humanity" to the monthly vote list for the last time! Oh, that's right!
(End of this chapter)