Chapter 140: Not Submission, But Fear (4k)

Looking at the huge statue in front of me.

Mr. Porter just felt incredible.

Suspecting that there was something wrong with his memory, he asked his subordinates beside him:
"Were there statues here before?"

The subordinate immediately shook his head and said:
"No, Lord Harry, I have walked this road for many years, and I know that there is no such thing here."

"Then how did it come from?!"

Potterton found it unbelievable. Just looking at this thing, it seemed that it weighed at least dozens of tons. Who could put it not far in front of the Supervisory Council without anyone noticing?

"I don't know, Lord Harry."

"Where is the person who was in charge of patrolling here last night?"

"I've already asked, sir. All night long, none of the teams found any corresponding sightings."

The Sniper who was here at the beginning answered Potter's question.

"So when did this thing appear?"

"Around 7:05 to 7:15 in the morning."

Potter said with increasing surprise:
"You mean to say that some man created such a statue out of nothing in a period of ten minutes at most?"

"Yes, my lord."

"Report it immediately. This is clearly something that should be handled by higher-ups."

Mr. Porter said this instinctively.

It went without saying that this situation was clearly not something he could handle.

But when he said this, he found that everyone's expressions became subtle.

Mr. Potter said strangely:

"Did I say something wrong? No, report it immediately."

Finally, a silver owl couldn't help but say:

"But. Lord Harry, you are right here?"

"Um?!"

Potter looked at the speaking Silver Owl strangely, then, with a slightly changed expression, he lowered his head to look at his chest.

On his windbreaker, a pure gold eagle badge was shining brightly.

But he didn't know if it was just his own psychological effect, but Mr. Porter always felt that the golden eagle badge was not as bright as before.

After a moment, Mr. Potter looked up and cursed:
"Damn it!"

Potter and Harry are still not used to the change of identity.
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Deep in the palace, Queen Ansha was handing a stack of documents and reports to Moon.

"Teacher, I think they may have already started."

"How to say?"

"This morning, there were reports of buildings appearing out of nowhere in various parts of the Imperial City."

"According to the detailed report of the Supervisory Yuan, these buildings are basically in the architectural style of the founding period."

The architectural style of the founding period?

That must have been started by Emperor Doyle.

Just saying.
"Nothing else unusual?"

"No, teacher."

"This is strange. Isn't this the same as notifying us that he is going to take action?"

Moon looked at the document handed to him by Ansha with more and more surprise.

Normally, shouldn't the other party rely on their advantage of hiding in the dark to launch a surprise attack?

What does this notification-like operation mean?
Seeing that Moon was frowning, Ansha sat directly behind Moon and raised her hands to gently press Moon's shoulders:

"Teacher, do you have any ideas?"

"The other party's operation is really strange. I don't understand it."

Moon admitted that Emperor Doyle had a huge advantage on the surface. Not only did he have a Shadow City that hid countless things.

In his hand he also holds 0-11, a level seal that almost completely suppresses Ansha.

But this is not a complete crushing, because he must know that I am fighting him in secret.

So why is he so arrogant?
Or is this some kind of necessary pre-operation?

A smokescreen to divert attention? A necessary step in some ancient ritual?

Moon knew a lot, so he thought a lot.

His biggest worry was that this was a prelude to some kind of ritual.

And a strong sense of uneasiness filled Moon's heart.

It seemed as if he had forgotten something crucial.

What is it? What is it?
"I have asked the city defense forces to strengthen their vigilance and begin to implement further military control in the city. I have also asked the Supervisory Council to seal off those buildings."

"But more importantly, teacher, I'm sorry I don't know how to start."

Morn raised his hand and interrupted Ansha:
"Sorry, Ansha, I need some quiet time now."

Ansha immediately stopped all her movements and stood obediently behind Moon.

Watching quietly as Moen pondered what was going on.

There must be something I have overlooked.

A very critical place.

What is it?
what exactly is it?
Suddenly, Moon caught the key thought. He raised his head and asked:
"Ansha, how many years has it been since Emperor Doyle came to power?"

"A little over 1,300 years. To be specific, 1,321 years."

One thousand three hundred years?

One thousand three hundred years!

Moon suddenly stood up and asked:

"Ansha, where is the painting you mentioned?"

"On the gallery behind the palace chapel."

"Take me there, now!"

Ansha grabbed Moon without hesitation, and a moment later, the two of them appeared in front of the oil painting.

The Path of Glory represents dominance. Although it is not the final god, the Sequence One Glory Angel is already capable of moving freely in its own imperial capital.

And, as long as the angel's emperor is not destroyed and there are enough people to recognize the other party's rule.

Then the angel of glory is immortal!
At least in Moon's knowledge, he had few ways to circumvent this and kill an Angel of Glory.

When it comes to Sequence Zero, it is even more exaggerated. As long as there is a citizen alive who recognizes His rule, the other party will not die.

And He can appear at will anywhere in His country. This concept of anything even includes the spiritual world of His people!
Looking at the ancient oil painting in front of me.

Moon hurriedly lay down on it and compared the details.

Finally, Moon discovered several small differences.

Compared to the part on the mirror, there are three houses here that don't match.

It is impossible for such a mistake to appear in a realistic oil painting of the founding father.

so.
"Ansha, are you sure this is the painting that Emperor Doyle drew when he founded the country?"

"It's not really a painting from the founding of the country, but it's not far off. This is a painting by Master Carol, who was invited by Emperor Doyle to paint it in the eighth year after Emperor Doyle founded the country. Five years later, Emperor Doyle faked his death."

"When did the first Emperor Loiman live?"

"He was also a man who lived 1,300 years ago. He established the Leuman Empire only a dozen years after the death of the Great Emperor."

"Then, exactly 1,300 years later, he and his palace mysteriously disappeared in his imperial capital."

That makes sense!

"Why are you asking this, teacher? Didn't you say that the first Emperor Loiman is dead?"

Ansha asked this question with concern, but Moen immediately said to Ansha:
"Run, Ansha, run out of the imperial capital immediately!"

But it's too late.

In the sky above the imperial capital.

Many people witnessed a bright golden light suddenly rising into the sky. In a moment, the golden light bloomed brilliantly.

A magnificent translucent city is reflected directly above the sky of the Baratheon capital.

Everyone was stunned and confused by this unimaginable scene.

The city defense troops, the hunters, and even the ordinary Baratheon people all looked up blankly at the illusory city above their heads.

"The Imperial Capital, that's actually the Imperial Capital?!"

Despite the differences in many places, many people were still amazed to recognize the origin of this city from its general layout.

This is their imperial capital!

But why is this happening?!

The city defense forces discovered something even more unexpected.

That means they can't get out.

There was clearly no obstacle ahead, but they just couldn't leave.

At the beginning, they didn't realize this until people came to ask why they couldn't get out, and then they realized something was wrong.

After many unsuccessful attempts to break through, they all looked towards the Virtual Imperial Capital above their heads.

Obviously, all these abnormalities come from it.

In the palace, the queen also brought Moon back to the audience hall.

When Moon said that, Ansha tried to take Moon away from the imperial capital without hesitation.

But similarly, even the Sequence One angels had no way of breaking out, just like the city defense forces.

Looking at the queen who still wanted to try, Moon directly pressed her shoulders and said:
"No, that guy has covered the imperial capital with his own ideal country. Without his permission, no one can enter or leave."

0-11 The last utopia.

Once enabled, everything will be rejected.

The place that is forever out of reach is the ideal country.

In the time it took Moon to say these two sentences.

Everyone was horrified to see the illusory city above their heads falling rapidly.

It was so fast that the Baratheons only had time to squat down with their heads in their hands.

Then all one can do is wait for death and pray for mercy from the gods.

Fortunately, in the midst of great panic, they realized belatedly that nothing seemed to have happened to them.

When they carefully raised their heads, they saw that nothing had changed.

The crashing illusory city did not destroy their homes or take their lives.

It just fell down and then disappeared.

At this moment, they felt extremely grateful for surviving the disaster, but also completely confused and puzzled about the current situation.

This was the reaction of the people outside the palace.

And inside the palace.

The royal knights, countless attendants and many court nobles were all surprised to find that the places where they were had all undergone major changes.

This was not the palace they were familiar with.

In great confusion, the Royal Knights, accompanied by a large number of nobles, headed towards the audience hall.

They need to find Her Majesty the Queen to take charge of the situation.

But when they pushed open the door of the audience hall.

Everyone was stunned.

Because not only was Her Majesty the Queen not present in the audience hall, there were even seven strangers.

They all had their backs to him and the others, and the one who looked most like the leader even stood directly in front of the emperor's throne.

"who are you!"

One demigod raised his hand and questioned the other party.

The royal knights also drew their swords and stepped forward.

About this question.

The old man standing in front of the throne slowly turned around.

When people see the old man's face clearly.

Everyone was stunned.

Then they all couldn't help but look at the mural behind the throne.

The mural depicts the founding emperor of Baratheon - Baratheon Doyle!
And this person looks exactly like the emperor in the mural.

"Who are you?!"

The demigod asked again, but the difference was that he did not use a questioning tone. The royal knights beside him also put down their swords.

They all looked at the old man in front of the throne in confusion and a little awe.

The old man did not answer them directly, he sat directly on the throne.

At the same time, the remaining six people also turned around and stood on both sides of the emperor.

People were even more surprised because their portraits were also hung in this hall, on both sides of the huge mural of Emperor Doyle.

They are the first seven princes!
But why are there only six people?
The Grand Duke of the Lion Family directly rebuked:
"In front of you is the true founder of this country, the guardian of the seven realms, the Lord of Suras, the King of the Ancients of Loman, the Head of the Oroda people, the Skullbreaker, the Commander of the Legion of Destruction, and the founding emperor of Baratheon - Baratheon Doyle!"

"If you are still loyal to this country, then kneel down and offer your loyalty!"

The remaining five dukes also shouted coldly:

"If you are still loyal to this country, then kneel down and offer your loyalty!"

With a loud noise, everyone who broke into the audience hall knelt down subconsciously.

This is the founding emperor and the first seven dukes!

Almost everyone here has heard their stories since childhood.

Then, when the legend becomes reality, and under such strange circumstances, the confused people who are in desperate need of a leader can easily give in.

After all, they had no reason to rebel against the founding monarch.

However, there are still demigods who ask:

"Emperor, may I ask what about Her Majesty the Queen? And what is going on here?"

About this question.

The emperor not only stood up from his throne, but also gave his first answer:

"Trajan Westeros!"

When they heard the butcher's name again, almost all the nobles in the audience hall trembled for a moment.

Such a change also fell into the eyes of the emperor. He was a little surprised. Twenty years have passed, why are they still so afraid of each other?

Even this legendary figure of his is still by their side.

But the emperor continued:
"He is not dead. He has been lurking and waiting for an opportunity to return."

"And now, he found his chance, and he attacked my poor little Ansha. He brutally took her life."

"Because my poor, sweet Ansha wants to take back everything that belongs to her!"

"If the conflict between him and our Baratheon family is just a fight for this stupid power."

"Then this shameless Trajan directly killed my old friend, his ancestor - Contus Westeros!"

The emperor's voice was filled with anger.

The crowd was even more surprised. Not only was Trajan still alive, but he also killed the empress and his first prince of the South?
"So I must stand up. My people, no, my children, in front of this demon, please allow me to lead you again!"

When the emperor's voice fell, there was no need for Qigong to raise his head.

The nobles shouted:

"Follow the Emperor till death!"

"Hang that devil!"

"Let the executioner pay the price!!!"

Not out of submission, but out of fear.

　ps: There will be more later
　　
　
(End of this chapter)