Huh? Are they all real?

Looking at the huge statue in front of him.

Mr. Potter felt incredible.

Suspecting that his memory was wrong, he asked the subordinate beside him:

"Was there a statue here before?"

The subordinate shook his head immediately and said:

"No, Lord Harry, I have walked this road for many years, and I know there is no such thing here."

"Then how did it come from?!"

Potter felt incredible. This thing looked like a thing of at least dozens of tons. Who could put it not far in front of the Overwatch Council without anyone noticing?

"I don't know, Lord Harry."

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

"I have asked, sir. All night, all the teams did not find any corresponding eyewitness reports."

The first sound hunter here answered Potter's question.

"What's the approximate time when this thing appeared?"

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

Potter said with more surprise:

"You mean someone created such a statue from nothing in no more than ten minutes?"

"Yes, sir."

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

Mr. Potter said this instinctively.

There was almost no need to think too much, such a situation was obviously 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 quickly."

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

"But. Lord Harry, you are here?"

"Huh?!"

Potter looked at the silver owl who was speaking strangely, and then, with a slight change of color, he lowered his head and looked at his chest.

A pure gold eagle badge on his windbreaker was shining.

But I don't know if it was his own psychological effect, Mr. Potter always felt that this golden eagle badge was not as bright as before.

After a moment, Mr. Potter raised his head and cursed:

"Damn it!"

Potter Harry, still not used to the change of identity.

——

In the depths of the palace, Queen Ansha was handing a stack of documents and reports to Moon.

"Teacher, I think they may have started."

"What do you mean?"

"This morning, eyewitness reports of buildings appearing out of thin air were received from all over the imperial capital."

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

The architectural style of the founding period?

That must be the beginning of Emperor Doyle.

Just saying.

"Is there nothing else unusual?"

"No, teacher."

"That's weird, isn't this equivalent to notifying us that he's going to take action?"

Moen looked at the documents handed over by Ansha with more and more strangeness.

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

What does this kind of notification-like operation mean?

Seeing that Moon frowned, Ansha sat directly behind Moon, raised her hand and gently pressed Moon's shoulders:

"Teacher, do you have any ideas?"

"The opponent's operation is really weird. I don't understand."

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

He also had 0-11, a level zero seal that almost completely defeated Ansha.

But this was not a complete crushing, because he must know that I was fighting him in the dark.

So why was he so arrogant?

Or was this some kind of necessary pre-operation?

A smoke bomb to divert attention? A necessary step of some ancient ritual?

Moen knew a lot, so he thought a lot.

What he was most worried about was that this was a pre-step of some ritual.

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

It seemed that something very critical had been forgotten by him.

What was it? What was it?

"I have asked the city defense army to strengthen their vigilance and began to implement further military control in the city. Then I also asked the Supervisory Council to block those buildings."

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

Moen raised his hand to interrupt Ansha:

"Sorry, Ansha, I need to be quiet now."

Ansha immediately stopped all actions and stood behind Moen obediently.

Quietly watching Moen thinking about what was going on.

There must be something I overlooked.

A very critical place.

What is it?

What exactly is it?

Suddenly, Moen caught that key thought. He raised his head and asked:

"Ansha, how many years has Emperor Doyle been here now?"

"More than 1,300 years, to be specific, 1,321 years."

1,300 years?

1,300 years!

Moon suddenly stood up and asked:

"Ansha, where is the painting you mentioned?"

"On the corridor 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 painting.

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

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

Then the angel of glory is immortal!

At least in Moon's cognition, he has few ways to circumvent this point and kill a angel of glory.

And when it comes to sequence zero, it is even more exaggerated. As long as there is a citizen who recognizes his rule alive, the other party will not die.

And he can appear anywhere in his country at will, and this concept even includes the spiritual world of the people!

Looking at the ancient oil painting in front of him.

Moon hurriedly lay on it and compared the details.

Finally, Moon found several small differences.

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

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

So.

"Ansha, are you sure this is a painting that was drawn when Emperor Doyle 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 draw it in the eighth year after Emperor Doyle founded the country. Five years later, Emperor Doyle faked his death."

"What period was the first Emperor Loiman from?"

"He was also a person from 1,300 years ago. He established the Loiman Empire just a dozen years after the death of the emperor."

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

That makes sense!

"Why do you ask this, teacher? Didn't you say that the first Emperor Loiman was dead?"

Ansha asked this question with concern, but Moen immediately said to Ansha:

"Run, Ansha, run out of the imperial capital immediately!"

But it was too late.

In the sky above the imperial capital.

Many people witnessed a dazzling golden light suddenly rise into the sky.

In a moment, accompanied by the brilliant bloom of golden light spots.

A magnificent translucent city was directly reflected on the sky of the Baratheon Royal Capital.

Everyone was stunned and confused by this unimaginable scene.

The city defense army, the sound hunting soldiers, and even the ordinary Baratheon people all looked up at the illusory city above their heads in confusion.

"The Royal Capital, that is the Royal Capital?!"

Although there are differences in many places, many people still recognized the origin of this city from the general layout with great surprise.

This is their Royal Capital!

But why is it so? !

The city defense army discovered something that was even more unexpected for them.

That is, they can't get out.

There is no obstacle in front of them, but they just can't leave here.

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

After many unsuccessful attempts to break through, they all looked at the virtual imperial city above their heads.

Obviously, all these abnormalities came from it.

In the palace, the queen also took Morn back to the audience hall.

When Morn said that, Ansha tried to take Morn out of the imperial city without hesitation.

But in the same way, even the angels of Sequence One had no way to rush out like the city defense army.

Looking at the queen who still wanted to try, Morn directly pressed her shoulder and said:

"No, that guy covered the imperial city with his own ideal country. Without his permission, others can neither come in nor go out."

0-11 The last ideal country.

As long as it is activated, everything can be rejected.

The place that can never be touched is the ideal country.

In the time that Morn said these two sentences.

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

The speed was so fast that the people in the Baratheon only had time to squat down with their heads in their hands.

Then they could only wait for death and pray for the mercy of the gods.

Fortunately, in the great panic, they realized that nothing seemed to happen to them.

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

The illusory city that crashed down did not destroy their homes or deprive them of their lives.

It just fell down and then disappeared.

At this moment, they were very happy to have survived the disaster, but also confused 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 place they were in had all changed slightly.

This was not the palace they were familiar with.

In great confusion, the royal knights surrounded a large number of nobles and went to the audience hall.

They needed to find Her Majesty the Queen to come out and preside over the situation.

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

Everyone was stunned.

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

They all turned their backs to themselves and the others, and the one who seemed to be the leader even stood directly in front of the emperor's throne.

"Who are you!"

A demigod raised his hand and questioned the other party.

The royal knights also drew their swords and stepped forward.

Regarding this question.

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

When people saw the old man's face clearly.

Everyone was stunned.

Then they all couldn't stop looking at the mural behind the throne.

What is painted on the mural is Baratheon Doyle, the founder of Baratheon!

And this man, he is exactly the same as the emperor on the mural.

"Who are you?!"

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

They all looked at the old man in front of the throne with 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 lined up on both sides of the emperor.

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

They are the first generation of Seven Dukes!

But why are there only six people?

The Grand Duke of the Lion Family scolded directly:

"Before you are the true founders of this nation, the Warden of the Seven Realms, the Lord of Thurath, the Lord of the Loman First Men, the leader of the Eurotans, the Skullcrusher, the Lord of the Legion of Destruction, and Baratheon. The Founding Emperor——Baratheon Doyle!”

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

The remaining five dukes also shouted coldly:

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

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

This is the founding king and the first seven princes!

Almost everyone here has heard their story, and has been hearing it since childhood.

Then, when the legend comes into reality, and under such abnormal circumstances, it is really easy for confused people who are in desperate need of a leader to succumb.

After all, they had no reason to resist the founding king.

However, some demigods still asked:

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

for this question.

Not only did the emperor stand up from the throne, but he also gave an answer for the first time:

"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 later, why were they still so afraid of each other?

Even the legendary figure himself 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 opportunity and attacked my poor little Ansa. He brutally took her life."

"Just because my poor and lovely Ansa wants to take back everything that belongs to her!"

"If he and our Baratheon family are just competing for this stupid power."

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

The emperor's voice was full of anger.

The crowd was even more surprised. Not only was Trajan still alive, but he also killed the queen and his first Duke of the South?

"So I must stand up. My people, no, my children, in front of this devil, please allow me to lead you again!"

When the emperor's voice fell, there was no need for Qi Gong to open his mouth.

The nobles shouted directly:

"Follow the Emperor to the death!"

"Hang that devil!"

"Make the executioner pay the price!!!"

Not out of surrender, but out of fear.

ps: There will be more soon