Chapter 163 He Will Return on Black Flames (Monthly Ticket Plus More)

Between the thrones.

"According to the covenant between the red blood and the pure white sword, you, who wears the double-headed eagle crown, are appointed as the new king of the Foresta Empire——"

"...Do you have this determination?"

Between the thrones, the white-haired old man has a sickly face, but he also carries an indescribable majesty.

He stared at his daughter in front of him, and there was a trace of unconcealable relief in his eyes that were haggard due to illness.

Whether it is his talent as a beast master or his ability as an emperor to govern the country, the current emperor of the empire can only be called mediocre, or to put it mildly, low.

Although he is not a faint king, he is not much better.

The consequence of this was that under his governance, the royal family's rights were increasingly reduced in the empire, and the national power became weaker and more unstable.

Fortunately, he has a good daughter.

After that dinner at the Borgias, the Holy Sword was contracted again across thousands of years.

Everyone already knows the candidate for the new emperor of the Foresta Empire.

next moment.

Isadella's solemn vows echoed among the thrones.

"Honor the name of Fresbegu and the ancient covenant——"

"It will bring peace to the people of the Western Continent and the Empire."

"I swear to rule this place."

This is a vow that spans thousands of years.

Thousands of years ago, as the Knight King who had shouldered everyone's expectations, she ultimately betrayed her original promises and dreams——

In the fantasy zone, the empire became a country of the dead shrouded in the red moon.

She was supposed to bear this sin and be buried together with the Utopia Band in the erosion of the corrective power of history.

But luckily.

Someone corrected her mistake.

Then, she was given a chance to do it again.

The sterling silver double-headed eagle crown shines under the magic light.

"In this way, the succession to the throne is completed..."

…

The ceremony for the succession of the throne is different from the founding ceremony of the country thousands of years ago.

One is a holy book for all the people of the empire, and the throne succession ceremony was kept simple due to the poor physical condition of the late emperor.

This was a change of imperial power that was completed within the throne room, and the witnesses were only the elders of the royal family, the envoys of the eight major oath families, and the blood descendants of the original Knights of the Round Table, etc...

After the ceremony was completed, the former emperor was quickly sent back to his palace for medical treatment.

“Great beef flavor.”

Diris, who walked out of the throne room and followed Isadella as a follower, couldn't help but make a sound.

"His Majesty Tariq was worried that His Majesty, the envoys, and the nobles would not have had a meal while witnessing the throne succession ceremony, so he specially arranged this banquet in the side palace."

Soon a waiter came forward to explain.

"This banquet has specially invited several well-known chefs who have recently had discussions and exchanges in the imperial capital. It is specifically focused on beef. I believe it will definitely satisfy His Majesty."

Tarik von Fresberg.

In terms of seniority, he is Isadella's elder several generations ago.

She is also the only remaining legend among the imperial royal family besides Isadella.

Likewise, she was also the teacher of the former second princess and now the empress of the empire.

Before Isadella truly grew up, it was the old man who was guarding everything in the imperial royal family.

After hearing this answer, Isadella was slightly startled.

Then he nodded to the waiter and said, "Thank you for your trouble, teacher. In that case, just lead me over."

The distance between the throne and the side palace was only a few hundred meters, and it was quickly spanned.

When Isadella opened the door to the side palace, what came into view was a square of neatly laid out beef dishes.

Also, there is a clear dividing line between the Oath family and the great nobles... as well as the blood descendants of the Knights of the Round Table.

"His Majesty."

When Isadella arrived, everyone present stood up to greet her.

No matter what thoughts he had in his heart at this moment, whether he was loyal to the royal family or he wished he could kill the empress in front of him and replace her.

But at least on the surface, they still gave the new queen of the empire enough respect.

Not only because of her identity, but also because of Isadella's strength as a Holy Sword Contractor.

boom--

There was a faint commotion coming from the distant direction of the outer city.

The sound was very soft, but everyone present was an extraordinary person, so no one could hear it clearly.

In an instant, there was a commotion in the side palace.

Buzz——

The sound of the magic crystal vibrating sounded.

Diris' expression changed, she checked the sound transmission in the magic crystal, moved closer to Isadella, and spoke softly: "The activities of the cult groups that secretly infiltrated have begun."

"Our men are cracking down, but it will take time."

"Moreover, there seems to be some movement that is not under our observation."

"The only explanation for being able to completely bypass the empire's surveillance network is that there are legends among the infiltrators, or pseudo-legends forcibly upgraded with pollutants."

There is no way around it.

Whether it is the military headquarters, the command bureau, or the new sword-wielding organization, the highest-level strong men are all sixth-ring.

A strong man of legendary rank, no matter which force he is in, can be said to be a being that can suppress the fate of a country like a needle in the sea, and will never be easily dispatched.

But for cult groups, this problem does not exist.

With the help of the power of faith, many sacrificial rituals, and the blessing of pollutants, it is not difficult to force a sixth-ring transcendent to become a legend in a short period of time.

Of course, the pseudo-legend that is instilled with the power of faith and promoted through the method of subverting its potential is basically a disposable product that has overdrawn its potential.

But since they all believe in evil gods, those fanatical believers naturally don't care about potential, future and the like.

However, in the side palace, Isadella did not pay too much attention to Diris' report.

She just put her plain white palm on her waist, on the simple hilt of the holy sword.

next moment.

Zheng——

The clear sound of the sword was accompanied by the red-gold brilliance of the holy sword.

The majesty of gold, mixed with a huge mystery, penetrates the dome of the side palace.

And in the area where the golden sword light passed.

A dark ferocious beast transformed from pitch-black shadows, just like this in the rushing torrent of light particles——

Accompanied by shrill wails, the wings continued to flap, gradually fading into scattered fragments.

The sudden burst of pressure from the throne made everyone around him feel like they were facing a formidable enemy.

At the moment when the power exploded, everyone could see it clearly.

It was a legendary beast king.

He had been lurking in the shadows of the night before, and suddenly took action at the most relaxed moment when Isadella and Diris were talking, in an attempt to complete the battle.

However, in front of the completely liberated holy sword, this legendary beast king did not survive even a moment, and was directly annihilated into the most basic magic factor.

"As far as I know, there is only one legendary night-calling beast in the entire Western Continent."

"That is the Night-Calling Beast King of the Lost Realm, who is involved with the Ancient God of Twilight and the Twilight Order."

"But - the reason why it was able to avoid my mental power to launch a surprise attack before was precisely because the Night-Calling Beast King was hiding in your shadow, and out of respect for you, I never used my mental power to cover the detection. That area.”

Isadella's voice echoed in the silent palace.

Then, she locked her sights on the gray-haired old man in the side palace.

"Although I had some guesses before, but——"

"Teacher Tariq, why?"

…

"It seems that those people's guesses were wrong."

"Your Highness, no, His Majesty returned from the fantasy zone to the current historical node. Not only did he not suffer any losses, but the throne's status was unstable -"

"In fact, even the Holy Sword, which is supposed to withstand the pressure of the correction force, still maintains its full strength."

In the silence, Tariq, a man with white hair, spoke slowly in an old voice.

He looked down at Isadella, his most proud disciple, the Lord of Zhongxing who had high hopes from the entire royal family and him, and had the opportunity to revive the empire, and shook his head slightly.

"As for the reason——"

"If Your Majesty had not made a contract with the Holy Sword, at least he would have left me with the thought of recognizing the Holy Sword as its owner and extending my life with the mystery of the Holy Sword."

"If the royal family had not broken with the Borgia family, relying on the nourishment of Guderian's legendary plant-type beast, the Rose Emperor, and the condensed life medicine, it would have been able to slow down the decay of my body. ”

"But, Your Majesty, you personally wiped out all my last hopes."

"In this world, no one is seeking to survive, and no one is not seeking to survive."

"Ants are greedy for life, let alone me."

"I'm not as talented or outstanding as you and Mr. Xia Ya..."

"The boundaries of the throne are, to me, a chasm that I cannot cross even if I spend my whole life or hundreds of years."

"I only have two or three years left to live... I have no choice but to accept the deal from those cult groups, get those ownerless divinities, and choose to embark on the road to becoming a god."

"Is it--"

After hearing this reply from the guardian of the imperial family, Isadella couldn't help but close her eyes slightly.

When she opened her eyes again, the newly appointed empress of the empire no longer had that fleeting look of disappointment in her eyes.

Originally, there were still some fragments of divinity left by Char when he killed Zhu Yue... When he comes back, I can ask him to give you some——

Isadella did not say such words.

Because she knew that all this was already irreversible.

From the moment Tarik accepted the deal, there was no turning back.

As the new king of the empire, at this moment, she could only cut through the mess with a sharp knife, leaving no room for her weakness.

Isadella tightened her grip on the hilt of the sword again.

The brilliant holy sword shined again, and the golden glow turned into a torrent of light that shot straight into the sky.

However, that is at the same time.

Tariq suddenly picked up a wine glass from the dining table.

Then, it shattered violently.

The previous Night-Calling Beast King was just part of the deal he had agreed with the cult, to test how much strength Isadella still had after she returned from the fantasy zone, and whether she still had it. The means to complete the throne status.

Although according to the original plan, the legendary night-calling beast king could escape unharmed even if he was defeated, but at this moment he was dead without a burial place.

Fortunately, the real trump card plotted by the Golden Dawn organization was never the Night-Calling Beast King.

Rather, the Lord of Ashes has descended.

Breaking the wine glass was exactly what he and the skull relic agreed to do, breaking the seal and opening the secret code of the descent of God.

The next moment.

Boom——

The mystery that was not inferior to the holy sword, and could even compete with it, rose into the sky in an instant.

Along with it came the pitch-black sea of ​​black flames that seemed to engulf all light.

The scorching black flames seemed to burn the entire side palace and the imperial capital together.

And in that blazing sea of ​​fire.

The black flames twisted and swirled.

Finally, they slowly gathered into a vague and huge shadow.

Even though it had not yet fully formed, this projection had already exuded a terrifying pressure, causing everyone present to frown.

Demigod——

No, this had already surpassed the level of ordinary demigods and thrones, and was infinitely close to the real gods.

Is this...

the legendary divine realm?

Tariq felt the projection behind him completely overshadow the magnificent golden sword, as if it was about to engulf the world. His old heart was also excited and his heart was surging.

As long as this deal is completed, I can also rely on the fragments of divinity I have obtained to step onto this long stairway to godhood.

Then, get rid of the mortal body and the limitations of human lifespan.

Become a truly supreme existence like the Lord of Ashes, who will remain unchanged as long as there is faith.

With the fluctuation of the power of faith, the huge projection also completely condensed into substance.

Tariq found that in the entire side palace, whether it was other royal family members, or the envoys of the Oath Family, or the nobles who were watching the ceremony.

Even Diris behind Isadella opened her mouth in disbelief when she saw the projection.

Is the Lord of Ashes' divine body so terrible?

But it is true that for most people present, let alone the divine body of the true god, even a demigod and a throne are extremely rare.

Most people's only knowledge of the throne was the glimpse of the silver witch Sylvia at the Borgia family dinner.

With his heart surging, Tariq bowed respectfully and spoke to the projection behind him that had solidified into substance.

"Great Lord of Ashes--"

His withered arms suddenly spread out to the beef dishes on the surrounding tables.

"According to the will of the holy object you have bestowed, I have made all the ritual preparations to welcome your arrival."

However, the next moment.

The dark flames soared into the sky.

The burning sensation spread along his limbs and bones.

Tariq looked back in horror.

He only saw the figure of the boy who had solidified into substance in the surging sea of ​​black flames.

Black hair, black eyes.

Handsome face, deep and clear outlines.

Everyone present recognized this projection.

Whether it was the Borgia family's dinner that shocked the entire Western Continent, or Isadella's announcement of the king's husband in the parliament later...

They were enough to make people in the entire empire remember this name.

Xia Egut.

After seeing Tariq turn his head, the figure transformed by the black flame took a look at the dazzling array of beef sauce and shook his head regretfully.

"Well prepared, but..."

"I don't eat beef."