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Chapter 77: Confrontation with George III
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The sound of empty footsteps echoed in the palace. Klein pushed open the unguarded palace gate and walked deeper into the palace.

Miss Audrey and the other Tarot Club members in Backlund came and took care of the wounded, freeing his hands to do more important things.

Every five steps there is a building, every ten steps there is a pavilion.
Looking at the tall and sturdy beams and the majestic and magnificently decorated palaces, it is obvious that there is an infusion of extraordinary power, as the precious carpets that require textile workers to work day and night for a month to complete cover the entire ground. Different flowers of the four seasons bloom among the luxurious decorations.

This ancient Chinese sentence suddenly popped up in Klein's mind.

He sighed. The gap between commoners and nobles was so huge that it was beyond description.

He shook his head and continued to walk deeper. At the end of the winding corridor was a huge palace.

Magnificent, gorgeous and solemn.

The luxury cannot be described by adjectives.

George III and all his direct descendants were holding a banquet inside to celebrate the upcoming birth of the true God.

All the protective forces of Backlund, the National Police Agency in public and MI9 in secret, all the die-hard supporters of the royal family,
The forces loyal to George III were at today's banquet.

As for those who refused to pledge allegiance, they were purged, those with strong backgrounds were transferred away, and the weak were kept in the dark, waiting for the attack of Fessac and Intis.

Only those who managed to survive the ruins could provide stronger faith for George III's ascension to godhood.

He, George III, will appear before those desperate people in the image of God!
"I am the country! As long as I am here, Loen will be like the sun in the sky, spreading its light all over the world!"

George III's majestic oath passed through the heavy door and reached the ears of Klein who was about to knock on the door and enter.

Then there was the king's hearty laughter, and the ministers around him echoed and flattered him.

"Then why don't we rescue the civilians outside?"

Someone was muttering quietly. The young official's immature face still had distinct edges and corners.

"Alas, little Chris, you still lack training and your ideological realm needs to be improved!"

The old man in formal attire beside him saw the flash of displeasure on George III's face.

He stood up and scolded the young man loudly.

Your father died on the battlefield and your mother was kidnapped. You have been an orphan since childhood, wandering the streets and associating with untouchables.

Who is the reason why you are in this position now?

Isn't it our great and kind King?

He sighed heavily several times, as if expressing deep sorrow.

After taking a few breaths, he continued,

His Majesty sent people to give you pensions, let you go to school for free, and train you to become extraordinary people free of charge.

In your heart, is His Majesty even worse than those few untouchables?
"All the cities and lands of the Kingdom of Loen are on the shoulders of your Majesty alone!"

"You should think about being loyal to His Majesty! Think about how to make yourself more useful to His Majesty!"

The old man in a dark formal suit dragged the young man, who was already ashamed, and bowed to apologize to George III.

The displeasure on George III's face had long disappeared, replaced by a hearty laugh.

"You old fellow, you are such a sycophant."

He cursed with a smile.

Everyone at the table had rich expressions and different thoughts.

This seems to be a scolding of the young man and embarrassing him in public to highlight his own loyalty.

But in reality, it successfully restored the young man's image in George III's mind.

"You are too harsh. It is normal for young people to go astray."

"I believe Chris has his own understanding in his heart. You just need to take care of him more."

How could George III not know what the old man was thinking, but he just didn't care.

"Once today is over, he will be the true God on earth, the king of destiny!"

The person who makes all laws and rules, the supreme Black Emperor!
Ascend to the gods!

Ascend to the gods!

It’s really exciting just thinking about it!

George III's body trembled slightly, and the ruby-red wine in his hand began to ripple.

This is the body's natural reaction to excessive pleasure.

He waved his hand, signaling everyone to communicate freely, and soon the banquet returned to its noisy and decadent atmosphere.

"squeak"

It seems like someone is pushing the door?

At the outermost edge of the banquet, someone heard a sudden noise.

But then he shook his head and rejected the idea.

This palace was specially built by the king for holding large banquets.

The palace gate is made of bronze mixed with steel, and is covered with a thick layer of gold foil.

The door hinges are attached with a law effect that cannot be damaged or decayed. How could they squeak like ordinary wooden doors?

I was really drunk.

"What a bunch of bullshit you said! If a dog smelled your breath, it would probably think about it day and night and have trouble sleeping."

Everyone, drunk or not, was awakened.

A calm and indifferent voice spread throughout the hall, and anyone could hear the insult and ridicule in it.

The originally lively banquet suddenly became silent.

Some timid people no longer dared to look at the figure on the throne. They just lowered their heads and blocked their ears.

There is no sign of him, but his voice can be heard.

There were many High-Sequence Beyonders present, and they all cast their eyes towards the gate.

In their spiritual perception, there was a fire burning there.

"Are you a coward who only dares to hide behind and throw dirty water?"

George III did not say anything, and the young man who had made a fool of himself earlier was the first to scold him.

George III waved his hand and asked the old man next to him to hold him back.

Just about to speak.

"boom!"

"Boom!"

The five-meter-wide and ten-meter-high cast-in-place gate collapsed with a loud bang, and the ground of the palace shook slightly with the impact.
Some of the tables and chairs were shattered, and the wine and food spilled on the ground and on clothes.

"I'm sorry, I'm not used to walking through your dog hole, you should build a new one."

Although Klein said sorry, he used his hands to show everyone the size of the actual dog hole.

The intruder had bad intentions. Everyone present was impressed by the intruder's courage. In their eyes, there was not much difference between George III and God.

Dreaming of challenging the gods is the biggest joke in this world.

Before George III could speak, several tall figures stood up in front of him.

These are all his absolute supporters.

"sit down."

George III, who was amiable at the banquet, became majestic and tall at this time, and his two short words carried an irresistible momentum.

Then all the people who had stood up sat back in their seats, and a cold and silent atmosphere began to spread.

Only Klein was left standing quietly. He looked up and stared at the king who was sitting in the highest seat.

"Interesting. You are just a Sequence 3, and you dare to face me."

It was easy to judge Klein's strength, and George III was a little surprised.

"Young man, I'm in a good mood today. Tell me who's behind this, and then kneel outside until sunrise the next day. I can take you in as a palace guard."

George III did not panic. He was a real Sequence One, with a Sequence Two beside him. As for the higher-sequence Beyonders below him, there were also many of them.

"Is he the one who is panicking?"

He looked at the young man with interest. Few people dared to look him in the eye like this. There was no humility or flattery in his eyes, no trembling or nervousness, only a deep tranquility and calmness like a starry sky.

It seems that he is very angry with me. The Prince of Order's control over the rules makes it easy for him to judge Klein's condition.

(End of this chapter)