Chapter 147: His Majesty the Supreme has arrived at his loyal Baratheon today (5k)

The news that the Loiman Empire had split into the northern kingdoms spread throughout Baratheon almost immediately.

Countless people are constantly talking about this matter.

It all happened too fast and too unexpectedly.

And this also marked the most crucial thing - Trajan seemed to be about to win everything.

When people realized this, many nobles quietly left Baratheon.

Even the fiefdoms that the nobles had always regarded as their lifeblood were no longer wanted.

After packing up his things, he left stealthily.

The haze of twenty years ago still seems as if it were yesterday.

Many other ordinary people were telling young children in vivid detail about the legend and kindness of Emperor Trajan the Great.

Everyone felt that new hope was about to come to this country.
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And the Baratheon capital was completely plunged into great depression.

Especially in the audience hall at this moment.

The emperor couldn't count how many times he had fallen into a rage.

"Hello, hello! God damn hello!!!"

"I gave him everything!"

"How could he do this, how could he do this!"

"How could he be scared away by a woman and a broken flag!"

"Isn't he an angel? Doesn't he have the Level Zero Sealing Artifact that I found specially? Is his head filled with straw?!"

"Ahhh! God damn Hello!"

By now, this is no longer a simple defeat for the North; it can almost be said that his roots have been completely cut off.

The condition for the glorious ascension to godhood is that the three angels of glory each lead a powerful empire to fight against each other, and then the final winner can become god.

Then, he no longer had an empire.

Once upon a time, he could have taken over Baratheon's position and played word games to the end.

He can also directly restore his identity as Neumann I, with the support of the reunited Neumann Empire.

And now, there is no way that Baratheon will acknowledge him, and Loiman is divided again!

He is now alone!!!

But the emperor had not yet fallen completely into madness.

Because he is still alive, the final ideal country is still in his hands.

And most importantly, Prince Adela finally arrived.

In the audience hall, the appearance of Prince Adela made the emperor so happy that he could not express it in words:
"Your Highness, Your Highness, you are finally here! So, where is that thing?"

Next to the emperor, the nobles were also looking forward to it.

Given their current situation, they can only follow the emperor to the end.

Therefore, Prince Adela, whom the emperor had been looking forward to so much, also became their savior in their eyes.

Even they didn't know what the emperor was expecting.

Amid the anticipation of countless people, Prince Adela silently took out a very small double-edged knife from behind him.

This double-edged sword exudes a mysterious and cold aura.

The blade has smooth lines, like a nimble silver snake. It seems to be made of some rare metal, and it gleams with a faint cold light under the light.

But the appearance of this thing made the emperor slightly surprised:

"You didn't make it into a potion?"

"Emperor, this is the seal you requested. It is a brand new seal made from the brand new path that just fell."

"There is no name yet, but His number is 1-666."

A first-level seal? Or a completely new approach?

The New Path of God Has Fallen? !

Why is there absolutely no movement?
The nobles were extremely surprised. Many of them knew that a new divine path would fall because this news had already spread everywhere.

It's just that people just know this.

To be more specific, it was heard that the gods and kings were all confused as to what was going on, as if someone was hiding all of this.

But now, they actually saw the seal of the new path with their own eyes, and it was a level one seal right from the start.

But soon, the crowd's expressions became strange.

Because even with a first-level seal, it is impossible to reverse the situation in the current situation.

"Your Highness, this is not what I want. What I want is the potion, the missing sequence one potion!"

As long as he completes that, he will have one last chance to try.

As for this Sealed Artifact, it was indeed what he asked for from Aurora, but that was in the past, because this item could allow Trajan to once again become a Sequence Two of the Path of Glory - the Shepherd of Light.

Trajan could then ascend to the throne as the new Angel of Glory, which would become the cornerstone of his true deification.

But in this situation, this thing is useless.

What he wanted was the part of Sequence 1 characteristic that Emperor Doyle tore out.

Even if he was crazy, he would not be crazy enough to ascend to godhood with such an outrageous foundation.

In response, Adela said strangely:

"Don't you know that Trajan knew about this in advance and had the audacity to ambush me?"

"What did you say? Prince Adela? When did this happen?"

"Just a while ago, otherwise why did I come here only now?"

The emperor's body began to waver.

He took several steps backwards as the world spun around him.

The last step was also blocked by Trajan.

“That’s impossible, I have no idea!”

At this point, a noble whispered:
"Your Majesty, we have received the news before."

Before he could finish his words, the noble was exploded into a bloody mist.

"Then why don't I know!"

Something you all know that I don't know?
If you don’t die, who will?

In the blood mist, the nobles knelt in fear, while the pure white knights lifted their cloaks to shield the prince from the filth.

"Speak, speak!"

This obviously didn't happen recently, so why did everyone know about it but him?

Because no noble dared to speak, the emperor became more and more furious.

Nobles were constantly exploded into bloody mist.

Looking at this horrific scene, a noble finally shouted:

"It was Minister Coster, the Cabinet Minister and Deputy Speaker of the House of Representatives, who stopped the message because he said he would report it to you personally."

"What about others?!"

"He ran away to Grasse."

what? !

The emperor covered his heart in pain.

Another royal party in disguise?!

Damn Trajan, how many people did he hide around me? !

I clearly had such a huge advantage, and I could clearly turn the tables even if I only had one card left.

Why did you lose so quickly?

But immediately, the emperor suddenly looked at Prince Adela:

"How could he dare to attack a prince? Why would he dare to offend a dynasty? So it's you!"

Seeing the emperor slowly standing up and staring at him, the pure white knights around Adela immediately drew their swords and stood in front of the prince.

Prince Adela just looked at him quietly and said:

"That's actually true, and why shouldn't he dare? If I come, he will lose. On the contrary, if he fights once, he may survive."

"After all, Queen Ansha is still alive, right? You have the qualifications to become a god, and so does she, right?"

"If everything goes well, my mother won't really go against the new king for something like this."

This answer was reasonable, but the emperor knew that it was absolutely not the case.

But so what? Not everyone can feel like Moon that a prince is just like that.

So, in the end, the emperor slowly put down his hand, smiled bitterly, shook his head with self-mockery and said:
"That's it."

Looking at Emperor Loiman who was sitting on the ground with a dejected look on his face.

Some nobles had already carefully climbed out of the audience hall.

The situation is clear.

The action is gone.

With the first there will be the second.

Gradually, Prince Adela and Emperor Neumann were the only ones left in the audience hall.

After a while, Prince Adela bowed slightly and left.

"On behalf of my mother, I declare that our cooperation ends here, Great Emperor."

The emperor did not respond, he just sat dejectedly on the ground.

Prince Adela shook his head even more.

That guy Trajan never took himself, the prince, seriously from the very beginning.

It was obvious that guy, even at the beginning when the situation was completely unclear, always regarded himself, a prince who only had the glory of his parents, as a king.

He was certain that he would not lose, and he knew clearly that he would be the ruler of the new dynasty.

My mother did choose the wrong ally from the beginning, but fortunately my father made the right choice.
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The nobles crawled out of the audience hall as if escaping and hurriedly ran out of the palace.

As soon as they left the palace, they went straight back to the newspaper printing factory they had just left.

Seeing the noble lord who had almost returned, the printing factory managers greeted him in a strange and flattering manner:

"Sir, why are you back?"

In the past, these noble lords would visit this place, which they considered to be a lowly place, at most once a year.

Not only does it come every day, but today it came in the morning and again in the afternoon.

The nobleman pushed the person in charge away with great annoyance, and instead called all the editors of the newspaper into the room.

As the editors were puzzled, the nobleman directly took out a brand new newspaper and said:

"Think of a good title for me. It should perfectly praise the great achievements of Emperor Trajan the Great, and also tactfully express that we only bowed to the false emperor out of necessity."

Now is the time to quickly come up with something to show your loyalty.

Why is the iris flag at home missing? !

That was a treasure made from cloud silk ordered at a high price from the Pure White Dynasty.

I had clearly prepared it twenty years ago. Could it be that because it had been too long, some damn prodigal son in my family had secretly sold it?
Thinking of this, every noble's mouth twitched.

This sentence made the editors all stunned.

No, wasn’t he still a despicable and shameless thief who stole the country the day before yesterday?
Although they had vaguely sensed something was wrong since yesterday's headline, this reversal was too damn fast, right?

"What are you standing there for? Think and write!"

Seeing that they had no reaction at all, the noble started yelling as if he was afraid that the table would break.

The more harshly they cursed a few days ago, the more they regret it now.

Who knew that the Dead Emperor was so vulnerable!

After finishing here, they still have to go back and look for the iris flag they prepared that year, to see if it was lost or secretly sold by the prodigal son in the family.

Amid the roar of the nobles.

The editors did not dare to delay and started working.

At the same time, they were constantly thinking quietly about how to start writing.

Seeing this, the nobles breathed a sigh of relief and wiped their cold sweat.

That parallel import emperor is really causing a lot of harm to people.

Not only do we have to quickly distance ourselves from the matter, we also have to find a scapegoat and put the blame on him, otherwise no one can escape.

So who should it be?
The nobles slowly began to think about the way to salvation.

The editors were sweating profusely.

They continued to discuss in a low voice a crucial issue.

The voices grew louder and louder, until the nobles could no longer calm down and cursed:
"I told you to work quickly, not to make a fuss. What's wrong?"

The editors then lowered their heads and asked:

"That's right, you said it was Emperor Trajan, but do we really have to call him the Great?"

The nobles jumped up and said:
"If you don't shout this, are you going to insult the emperor? You want to die but I want to live!"

The editors waved their hands hastily and said:
"No, no, no, we're not talking about that. It's just that we heard some rumors that Lord Trajan, Lord Trajan seems to be becoming a god?"

"And there are also some rumors that Lord Trajan is not going to become a god, but to become the new king."

"But the most troublesome thing is that there are also rumors that Lord Trajan will not become a god or a king, he will only actually own this country."

"So in this case, what should we call him?"

The Great Emperor cannot be called the God-King, and vice versa.

No matter what, it's a matter of life and death.

This question made the nobles stunned.

But after all, he was a superior person who could eat people everywhere. They immediately reacted and snatched the pen while cursing and wrote on the white paper:

"What a bunch of idiots. Can't you just call him Your Majesty? Okay, let's use this title!"

Looking at the titles written by the nobles, the editors all suddenly realized what was going on and quickly started writing.

Before the sunset falls.

The new newspaper was rushed to completion.

The newsboys were also very happy, even though they had to run many times in the past few days.

But the rewards are getting higher day by day.

Especially today, in the morning, not only did the noble lords personally give them hot milk and buttered bread.

Each of them was paid a whopping one gold pound!
And just now, they got a full five pounds!
It's obvious that the work they do is no different from what they usually do.

But why do things get better day by day?

The little newspaper boys couldn't understand it, but that didn't stop them from running around the streets and alleys with all their might after getting overpaid, waving the newspapers in their hands vigorously:

"His Majesty the Supreme has arrived today in his loyal Baratheon!"

Once this voice was shouted out.

Countless people rushed to buy newspapers that meant a new order.

At the same time, the city gates that had been closed for a long time were pushed open by the nobles themselves.

The great bell representing the emperor's triumph rang wildly as the nobles pushed it vigorously.

Outside the city gate, the nobles unleashed the greatest motivation of their lives and laid a bright red carpet that stretched dozens of miles outside the city.

At the end of the red carpet, amid the flattery and prostration of the nobles, Morn looked up at the Baratheon Royal Capital which had opened its doors to him.

From the southern border until this moment, Moon has not encountered anything that can be called resistance.

So, this is the end?
When the setting sun shines into the audience hall.

A piece of newspaper was blown by the strong wind and landed at the feet of Emperor Leumann.

Look at the text above.

Emperor Neumann finally extended his hand.

"Your Majesty arrives today at your faithful Baratheon?"

"Haha, that's really ironic."

After sneering a few times, Emperor Loiman's face was emotionless.

He crumpled the newspaper in his hand into a ball and disappeared into the audience hall.

Then he appeared on the fortress of Shadow City.

In the present world, the door here is open to welcome new owners.

Meanwhile, the city gates were tightly closed, inside the city was a lifeless city of shadows, and outside the city was complete nothingness.

But above the city gate, there was a kneeling man bound by countless thorny iron chains.

Hearing the noise behind him, he raised his head slightly and said:
"You came to kill me? Congratulations, you finally succeeded."

But the voice gave him an answer that was totally beyond his expectations:
"No, I'm here to free you."

After a moment of shock, Emperor Baratheon Doyle turned around and looked at the man who had bound him here for a thousand years.

His body was already emaciated because he was overwhelmed by the thousand years of oppression in the Utopia.

But he could neither die nor escape.

I can only repeat this almost eternal torture day after day.

"Are you making fun of me?"

"I have never been sarcastic about you, Emperor Doyle."

"Then why did you do that? Didn't you lock up that little girl?"

"Don't you have it all under control?"

Each of these words was like a needle piercing his heart, making Emperor Leumann feel sad.

So he also fell into a brief silence.

But now that I have decided to do it.

Then he won't stop there.

In silence, he waved his hand and broke the thorny chains that bound Emperor Doyle.

It turned into a golden chain and appeared in the palm of his hand.

This is the final utopia of 0-11.

When the other party stood up in astonishment, he said to Emperor Doyle:

"I failed, just like you did back then. I failed completely when I thought I had the upper hand."

"But, just like you gave away part of your own characteristics, I still have one chance."

"The difference is that your chance is just to survive, while my chance is to make a comeback."

"I want him to be like you and me, losing miserably just when he thought he couldn't lose."

He threw the crumpled newspaper to Emperor Doyle.

After his suspicions began to grow, Emperor Doyle took a few glances and immediately understood the cause and effect.

But he just shook his head and smiled:

"You don't think I'll join forces with you?"

He is the first emperor of Baratheon, unless the other party is determined to play word games, who knows whether it will succeed.

Otherwise, why should you stand on the side of your enemy?
"I know that the best thing for you now is to watch me die, and then escape and enjoy the ridiculous honor without power. After all, there is no trust between the two of us."

"But I can give you another way!"

He handed the golden chain forward, and King Loiman I handed the key to the kingdom of God to his arch-enemy.

After Emperor Doyle took it tentatively in disbelief, he directly dug out his own heart.

"I have no country anymore, so I have no immortality."

Emperor Loiman trembled as he said this and placed his heart before Emperor Doyle.

In the other party's subtle eyes that seemed to suddenly understand, he said with a grim smile:

"I lost, I lost irrefutably, but you didn't!"

　This is the only one I've bought today, it costs 5,200. My tooth is not in good condition and it hurts a lot. I may need to have a root canal procedure tomorrow. It makes me sad just thinking about it.

　　Everyone must protect their teeth. Root canal is really painful.
　　
　
(End of this chapter)