Huh? Are they all real?

The news that the Loiman Empire was split into the northern countries spread throughout Baratheon almost immediately.

Countless people were constantly talking about this matter.

All this happened too quickly 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 lives were no longer wanted.

After packing up their things, they left secretly.

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

The rest of the ordinary people were telling young children about the legend and kindness of Emperor Trajan in those days.

Everyone felt that new hope was about to come to this country.

——

And in the Baratheon capital, it was completely trapped in a huge depression.

Especially in the audience hall at this moment.

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

"Hello, Hello! 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 0 seal I found? Is his head full of straw?!"

"Ahhh! Damn Hello!"

Now, this is no longer a simple defeat for the North. It can almost be said that his roots have been completely dug up.

The condition for the glory to ascend to the gods is that the three angels of glory each lead a powerful empire to fight each other, and then the final winner can ascend to the gods.

Then, he no longer has an empire.

He used to be able to occupy the magpie's nest and use Baratheon to play word games to the end.

He can also directly restore his identity as the first of Loyman, relying on the reunited Loyman Empire.

But now, Baratheon can't recognize him, and Loyman is divided again!

He has become a lonely man! ! !

But the emperor has not completely fallen into madness.

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

And the most important thing is that Prince Adela has 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?"

And beside the emperor, the nobles were also looking forward to it.

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

So Prince Adela, who the emperor is looking forward to, has also become a savior in their eyes.

But they don't know what the emperor is looking forward to.

In the expectation of countless people, Prince Adela silently took out a very small double-headed knife from behind.

This double-headed knife exudes a mysterious and cold atmosphere.

The lines of the blade are smooth, like a smart silver snake. Its material seems to be made of some rare metal, and it flashes a faint cold light under the light.

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

"Didn't you make it into a magic potion?"

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

"It has no name yet, but its number is 1-666."

Level 1 seal? Or a brand new path?

The new path of God has fallen? !

Why is there no movement at all?

The nobles were extremely surprised. Many of them knew that a new path of God would fall, because this news had long been spread everywhere.

It's just that people only know this.

More specifically, it is said that the gods and kings are confused, as if someone has kept it secret.

But now, they actually saw the seal of the new path with their own eyes, and it was a level 1 seal right at the beginning.

But soon, the crowd's expressions became weird.

Because even a level 1 seal can't 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 that is completed, he will have one last chance to try.

As for this sealed object, it was indeed what he asked for from Aurora, but that was in the past, because this thing could make Trajan once again become the sequence two of the Path of Glory - the Shepherd of Light.

Then Trajan could ascend to the throne as the new Angel of Glory and become the cornerstone of his true godhood.

But in this situation, this thing has no effect.

What he wants is the sequence one characteristic that Emperor Doyle tore out.

Even if he is crazy, he will not be crazy enough to ascend to godhood with such an outrageous cornerstone.

In response, Adela said strangely:

"Don't you know that Trajan knew about this in advance and ambush me with such audacity?"

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

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

The emperor's figure was shaken.

He kept backing away several steps in the spinning world.

The last step was also blocked by Trajan.

"This is impossible, I have no idea!"

At this point, a noble whispered:

"Your Majesty, we received the news before"

Before he could finish, the noble exploded into a blood mist.

"Why didn't I know that!"

You all knew that, but I didn't?

If you don't die, who will?

In the blood mist, the nobles knelt in fear, and the pure white knights lifted their cloaks to block the filth for the prince.

"Speak, speak!"

This is obviously not a recent thing, so why does everyone know it, but he doesn't?

Because no noble dared to speak, under the emperor's increasingly crazy rage.

Nobles continued to explode into blood mist.

Looking at this horrible scene, a noble finally shouted:

"It was Minister Coster, the cabinet minister and deputy speaker of the House of Representatives, who stopped the news, because, because he said he would report to you in person."

"What about him?!"

"He ran away and ran to Grasse."

What? !

The emperor covered his heart in pain.

Another disguised royal party? !

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

I obviously have such a big advantage, I can obviously turn the tables even if I only have one card left.

Why did I 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!"

Looking at the emperor who was slowly staring at him and getting up, the pure white knights around Adela immediately drew their swords to block the prince.

And Prince Adela just looked at him quietly and said:

"In fact, it is true, and why wouldn'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 are qualified to ascend to the gods, and she is also qualified, right?"

"If everything goes well, my mother will not really go against a new king for such a thing."

This answer is reasonable, but the emperor knows that it is definitely not the case.

But so what, not everyone can think that a prince is just like Morn.

So, at the very end, the emperor slowly put down his hand, and said with a wry smile and a self-deprecating shake of his head:

"Is that so."

Looking at the dejected Emperor Leuman, who sat on the ground.

Some nobles had carefully crawled out of the audience hall.

The situation was clear.

It was time to act.

With the first one, there would be the second one.

Slowly, only Prince Adela and Emperor Leuman were 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, Emperor."

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

Prince Adela shook his head more and more.

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

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

He was sure that he would not lose, and he knew clearly that he was the ruler in the new dynasty.

My mother had indeed chosen the wrong ally from the beginning, but fortunately my father made the right choice.

——

After the nobles fled out of the audience hall, they hurriedly ran out of the palace.

Once they left the palace, they went directly back to the newspaper printing factory they had just left.

Looking at the nobles who had almost returned.

The people in charge of the printing factory greeted them strangely and flatteringly:

"Sir, why are you back?"

In the past, these nobles would come to this lowly place in their eyes at most once a year.

Now they come every day, and today they came in the morning and came again in the afternoon.

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

In the confusion of the editors, the nobleman directly took out a brand new newspaper and said:

"Think, give me a good headline, which 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 it is time to quickly show our loyalty.

How come the iris flag at home is gone? !

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

I clearly prepared it twenty years ago. Could it be that it was too long and was secretly sold by some damn prodigal son in the family?

Thinking of this, every nobleman twitched his mouth.

This sentence made the editors all stunned.

No, wasn't he still a despicable thief who stole the country the day before yesterday?

Although they vaguely sensed something was wrong from yesterday's headline, this reversal was too fast, right?

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

Seeing that they had no reaction at all, the nobles yelled as if they were afraid of breaking the table.

The more they scolded a few days ago, the more they regretted it now.

Who knew that the dead emperor was so vulnerable!

After finishing here, they had to go back and find out whether the iris flag they prepared that year was lost or secretly sold by the prodigal son at home.

Amid the roars of the nobles.

The chief writers did not dare to delay and started working.

At the same time, they kept thinking quietly about how to write.

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

That parallel emperor really did a lot of harm to people.

In the future, not only must we quickly distance ourselves from the matter, but we must also find a scapegoat and put the blame on him, otherwise no one will be able to escape.

So who should it be?

The nobles slowly pondered the way to redemption.

The editors were sweating profusely.

They kept discussing a crucial issue in a low voice.

The voices were getting louder and louder, so that the nobles could not calm down and cursed:

"I told you to work quickly, not to make a fuss. What's wrong?"

The editors lowered their heads and asked:

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

The nobles jumped up and said:

"If you don't shout this, do you still want to insult the emperor? You want to die, but I want to live!"

The editors waved their hands hurriedly and said:

"No, no, no, we are not talking about this, it's just that we heard some rumors that Lord Trajan, Lord Trajan seems to be becoming a god?"

"And there are some rumors that Lord Trajan is not going to become a god, but to become a 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 emperor cannot be called the god king, and vice versa.

No matter which one, it is a matter of life and death.

This question made the nobles stunned.

But after all, they were the superiors who could eat people everywhere, so they immediately reacted and snatched the pen and wrote on the white paper with curses:

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

Looking at the title written by the nobles, the editors all realized it and quickly started writing.

Before the sunset fell.

The new newspaper was rushed successfully.

The newspaper boys were also very happy, although they ran many times in the past few days.

But the rewards they received were getting higher day by day.

Especially today, in the morning, not only did the nobles personally give them hot milk and butter bread.

Each person was given a sky-high reward of one gold pound!

And just now, they got a full five gold pounds!

Obviously, their work was no different from usual.

But why did life get better day by day?

The little newsboys couldn't understand, but this didn't stop them from running in the streets and alleys with great effort after receiving excessive rewards, and waving the newspapers in their hands vigorously:

"The Supreme Majesty arrived in his loyal Baratheon today!"

As soon as this voice was shouted.

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 also pushed open by the nobles themselves.

The big bell representing the emperor's triumph was rang wildly under the nobles' vigorous promotion.

And outside the city gates, the nobles directly burst out the greatest motivation in their lives and laid a bright red carpet dozens of miles outside the city.

At the end of the red carpet, amid the flattery and worship of the nobles, Morn looked up at the Baratheon Imperial City that had opened its doors to him.

From the southern border until this moment, Morn had not encountered any existence that could be called resistance.

So, this is the end? ——

When the light of the setting sun shone in the audience hall.

A newspaper flew to the feet of Emperor Roiman with the strong wind.

Looking at the words on it.

Emperor Roiman finally stretched out his hand.

"Your Majesty the Supreme has arrived at his loyal Baratheon today?"

"Haha, what a mockery"

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

He grabbed the newspaper in his hand and disappeared in the audience hall.

He then appeared on the fortress of Shadow City.

In the present world, the gate here is open to welcome the new owner.

But here, the gate is closed, the city is the lifeless Shadow City, and the outside is completely nothingness.

But on the gate, there is a kneeling man tied here by countless thorny 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 completely unexpected:

"No, I came to free you."

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

His body was already emaciated, because the thousand-year-long oppression of the Utopia had already made him overwhelmed.

But he could neither die nor escape.

He could only repeat this almost eternal torture day after day.

"Are you mocking me?"

"I have never mocked you, Emperor Doyle."

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

"Don't you have everything under control?"

Each of these words was like a needle piercing his heart, making Emperor Loiman full of sadness.

So he also fell into a brief silence.

But since he decided to do it.

Then he would not stop there.

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

It turned into a golden iron chain and appeared in his hand.

This is the final utopia of 0-11.

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

"I failed, just like you did back then, when you thought you had a chance to win, you failed completely."

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

"The difference is that your chance is just to survive, while my chance is to fight back."

"I want him to be like you and me, losing completely when we least think we can lose."

He threw the crumpled newspaper to Emperor Doyle.

After the suspicion unfolded, Emperor Doyle understood the cause and effect after a few glances.

But he just shook his head and smiled:

"You don't think I will join forces with you, do you?"

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

Otherwise, why should I stand on the side of my enemy?

"I know, the best thing for you now is to watch me die, and then escape by yourself to 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 Royman I handed over the key to the Kingdom of God to his old enemy.

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

"I don't have a country anymore, so I don't have an immortality anymore."

Emperor Royman, who said these words tremblingly, held his heart in front of Emperor Doyle's eyes.

In the other party's subtle eyes of sudden realization, he said with a ferocious smile:

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

This is the one today, 5,020. The condition is not very good, the tooth hurts, and I may have to have a root canal tomorrow, which makes me feel uncomfortable just thinking about it.

Everyone must take good care of their teeth. Root canals are really painful.