Damn it, this boss really has no normal skills.

Chapter 573 Ah! Lao Fei, ah!!! QWQ

It can only be said that as the reincarnation of the Demon Emperor from another world, Meryl is indeed a shining star and is well-known.

Even the giant Pope, who was fighting at home, was only worthy of enjoying a mixed doubles match with two dragons of the same level.

But the mastermind behind the scenes sent out two level 90 statues at once in order to deal with her!

One is the end point of a mage's job transfer to an elemental mage - the Elemental Lord, whose sea of ​​consciousness is filled with mana, as boundless as the ocean.

One is the end point of a warrior’s transformation to a samurai profession—the Holy Martial Master, whose body is full of energy and blood like an endless river flowing down from the sky.

But the facts prove that as the savior of the previous generation, Meryl is indeed worthy of the respect of her opponents.

Not only did he withstand the siege of two top powerhouses with his dying body, he even managed to injure the Holy War Lord with his cheat-level invisibility skills.

Although there were definitely more than just these two people attacking the ancestral land, and there were even more powerful enemies who took the opportunity to wield their knives, she was ultimately unable to protect anyone.

But being able to accomplish such a feat makes him worthy of the title of savior.

And it was precisely because she injured one of them that the archangel and the silver dragon, who arrived a step late, were able to successfully block the two venerables who wanted to leave.

So the Dragon God Mage VS the Elemental Lord, the Heavenly God Iron Guard VS the Holy Martial Lord, it was just a one-on-one fight.

The weirdos of the Soul Council and Grayson's tree descendants gathered together to liquidate the other executioners sent by the person behind the scenes.

The final result was that Archangel Sylvia lived up to everyone's expectations. With flames in her hands, she beheaded the Holy Martial Master on the spot, avenging the sword attack on Her Majesty the Queen.

But the lazy dog ​​dragon was more embarrassing. After all, he was not well-trained and was chased and beaten by the elemental master. If he was not a silver dragon with thick skin and flesh, he might have been half grilled and half braised.

【…】

"Well, I can only say that it's really not surprising."

Sylvia told them all these things on the way to the ancestral land, so after Ji Ming arrived, he did not waste time listening to the report, but went directly to the place that Grayson had marked with magic in advance.

"Ahem...Ji Ming's chosen one?"

Leaning against the ruins was Queen Meryl, who had been pierced through the chest and abdomen by a sharp sword. If it had not been for timely operation, she would have been almost cut in half vertically.

She was already dying, and this battle had consumed everything she had in order to fight the two level ninety statues. Even if she hadn't been injured, she would have been exhausted.

So she didn't ask Ji Ming if there was any way to treat it, but grinned and gestured to him the big jar in her hand.

"Guess what's in this?"

Ji Ming probably guessed it, but was too embarrassed to say it, so he just shook his head.

So Meryl laughed again and excitedly revealed the answer as if she was telling a joke.

"Haha, of course it's that idiot Anton!"

There was no time for Ji Ming to complain.

"Come on, I'll give you one more chance. Guess how this little devil died?"

There was no time for Ji Ming to answer.

"Still can't think of it? Then I'll tell you!"

"He was so engrossed in watching the naked wizard that he was a step slower and was burned to death!"

"Haha, he turned to ashes right on the spot! He didn't even have time to leave a last word. His death was more hilarious than I imagined!"

After laughing alone for a while, Meryl calmed down and remained silent for a moment.

"Now that things have come to this, God's Chosen One, can I ask for your blessing?"

Ji Ming took a deep breath, then slowly exhaled and spoke bluntly.

"In life, the merits and demerits of kings and nobles will be judged by future generations. I can only ask them to record the facts. I'm sorry I can't do anything else."

Meryl became furious upon hearing this, but the words she uttered were very different from what Ji Ming had imagined.

"Historian? Commentary? Forget it. Who cares about this kind of shitty things behind? I only care about the things ahead!"

"Reincarnation! Rebirth! Come on! Say something auspicious about this to grandma!"

Arrogant and unruly, laughing and scolding, perhaps this is the real Meryl.

Now Ji Ming understood. He took Anton's overly large urn from her hand and finally couldn't help laughing.

"Okay! Then I hope you two can meet again in the next life, live together for a hundred years in a peaceful mortal world, and be buried together after you die, how about that?"

"you!"

Meryl cursed subconsciously, but suddenly realized.

"Uh... it seems okay? Come to think of it... it's not bad?"

After muttering for a moment, she suddenly raised her head.

"Okay, that's it. Grandma doesn't have the energy to talk to you anymore. Bye!"

After saying this, flames burst out from her body, and in the blink of an eye, she turned into ashes.

A breeze blew, and all the grains were scattered, without a single drop falling, and gathered into the uncovered jar in Ji Ming's hand.

He finally realized why the jar containing Old Anton's food was so big. It turned out that it was for two people!

"A pair of psychopaths..."

Ji Ming picked up the lid and sealed it carefully, then thoughtfully helped them shake the mixture, and put the jar into the storage ring.

At this time, Duke Arclight had already arrived at the scene with the support knights. The old man felt like the sky was falling when he saw the ancestral castle that was almost flattened.

After instructing Grayson to hand over all command rights at the scene to Lord Arc, Ji Ming rushed to another ruin.

If the death of Anton and his wife could still make Ji Ming hell laugh like a joke, then the situation here is really miserable.

The reason is simple. The progress of the Royal Chicken Eating Competition has been greatly improved thanks to the efforts of those behind the scenes.

In short, the original Nine Dragons' fight for the throne has been reduced to two and a half after this wave of screening.

One possibility is that Eleanor did not participate in the competition at all, so she was not here at all, and therefore she was not assassinated.

The half one was to save Fia, who was now only half of his body left, with the drum still hanging on the tree.

"Ha, God's Chosen One, how could this be?"

Unlike the powerful prince who was full of vigor and vitality when they met in the past, Philip now had a pale face and chapped lips, and looked even more haggard than Meryl.

"You……"

Ji Ming did not question why this sister-con man had lost his mind and actually sacrificed himself to save Fia.

Because after learning what happened specifically here, Ji Ming had roughly guessed what the purpose of the person behind the scenes was.

The Holy Light Church and the church power are an important part of the Glorious Kingdom. The forces from top to bottom are intricate and omnipresent.

In the Glorious Capital, as long as the noble group in the capital remains stable, the kingdom can continue to operate even if there is no king temporarily.

The ancestral land of Glorious Light, including the Sun King, is where all those who are qualified to inherit the throne and have the ability to hold on to the throne are.

These three forces are clearly the ballast stones of Huiguang's stability. The absence of any one of them would be a disaster that would undermine the foundation of the country!

Just imagine, if the Ji Ming faction had not sent down a surprise attack, and these three families had all disappeared, what would the scene be like today?

With the death of the Pope, the Church of Holy Light fell into disarray. The Church of the Evil God, which had been suppressed, immediately launched a counterattack to seize the people's faith.

The entire city of Qixia was reduced to a paradise of Slaanesh, the core of the kingdom completely stopped functioning, the bridges connecting the various noble groups collapsed, and all friendships were wiped out.

All the crown princes died. From then on, anyone who claimed to be of the bloodline of the sun could proclaim himself a king. In less than three days, a king with more hairs than a donkey's tail would emerge.

And with the disappearance of these three forces that are qualified to stabilize the Huiguang Dynasty and maintain the operation of the kingdom, chaos will inevitably follow!

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As for where this string of dominoes will fall and to what extent it will end...that is beyond Ji Ming's imagination.

So since the person behind the scenes intends to start with a powerful attack, they will destroy the Glorious Kingdom in one fell swoop.

As the favorite to become the next Sun King chosen by Ji Ming, how could Philip not die?

Philip probably guessed this, so he chose to follow his own preferences and protect a relative who was not the primary target.

"No, it's just because I'm a sister-con."

Perhaps guessing what Ji Ming was thinking, Philip admitted it openly.

"When a person is about to die, he might as well lose his shame, right?"

"Hehe, because I know you won't tell anyone else."

Ji Ming, who tried to make up for him, had nothing to say but shook his head and quickly told Philip what happened on the other two sides.

After hearing that the capital and the Holy See had also suffered devastating blows, Philip's scattered gaze focused and a hint of pain appeared on his face.

"What a cruel method! They really want to... kill us!"

The method was indeed cruel, because according to Grayson's examination, no matter whether dead or alive, every crown prince, including Philip and Fia, was planted with a death curse that could consume all the source of life.

If it weren't for Prince Fei relying on his higher level and wealthy family background, he would have been able to save his own and Fia's lives until reinforcements from the game production team arrived.

It is estimated that by the time Ji Ming, who has resolved the crises in the royal capital and the Holy See, finally arrives, the braised fish will have been served on the table, and Aunt Angel and Grandma Long will have filled three plastic bags.

After uttering that sigh, Philip suddenly coughed up a mouthful of blood, and when he calmed down again, he changed the subject.

"They don't know, and you probably don't know either, but I've always been very interested in the history of ten thousand years ago, so I've collected and read a lot of... knowledge about that time..."

Philip took a few breaths as if he was a broken bellows, and felt his body getting colder and colder, so he forced himself to be strong.

"So I recognized it! The two guys who attacked us were none other than the existence from ten thousand years ago!"

!!!

Ji Ming didn't expect that Prince Fei, who was about to die, could still provide him with important information. He quickly squatted down and turned on the recording.

"I'm listening, tell me more!"

"cough!"

With Ji Ming's help, Philip propped up his arms and adjusted his "sitting posture" so that his throat could relax a little.

"Huh... That warrior has a long scar on his face, extending from the corner of his left eye to his collapsed nose bridge. So he should be the great guardian of Ghost Forest. He was punched in the face by the Iron-fisted Saint during the battle at Tomb Mountain, and his face was almost disfigured!"

"And that young woman with platinum fluorescent holy patterns all over her body, who can use magic as easily as breathing, should be the nineteenth princess of the Dark Flame Empire. She was born with the blessing of magic and is a natural chosen one by God!"

"Ah, they really are not dead just as the legend says. They want to make a comeback and bring disaster to this land, Ji Ming... cough!"

Maybe because he was too excited and spoke such a long string of words, Philip couldn't help coughing again.

But Ji Ming, who knew more of the inside story, thought of more things while helping him to calm down, such as the so-called nineteenth princess.

Considering that the Magic Emperor had already usurped the body of the Sixth Princess once after being beheaded, would there be any problem in usurping it again?

Could it be that... this equally stunning Nineteenth Princess is actually the official third-generation suit of the Pseudo-Emperor?

Ji Ming wanted to ask more, but ten thousand years was too long, and the historical records left behind were only fragments. Even if he was a prince, he could only know this much.

However, considering Philip's own strength, he was able to observe and identify the enemy while fighting, which actually meant he had done his best.

Besides, Ji Ming was not unfamiliar with the eyewitnesses who had experienced the battle back then, so he called a meeting with Sylvia and the others afterwards to focus on discussing the battle.

Therefore, he still showed great interest in Prince Fei's intelligence, and accepted the kindness from Prince Fei in a decent manner.

He poured him two sips of spirit gathering liquid as if he was pouring wine for a buddy.

"Hehe, before I die, I can drink a sip of the wine poured by the God's Chosen One himself. It's worth it..."

But unfortunately, the curse had really dried up Philip's essence. A nearly dead tree could not be saved no matter how much water or sun it received.

But it would always make Philip feel better and let him tell his last wish.

"Ji Ming, my friend, I am afraid that I can only accompany you up to this point on this road. Whether it is Feiya or the Glowing Kingdom... I can only leave the rest to you."

"I beg you, you must help Feiya to secure the throne. Don't let them succeed. The glory cannot fall in the hands of our generation! The Deep Forest is not trustworthy. The pioneers are okay, but be careful of them. And..."

Ji Ming quickly grabbed Philip's bloody hand and used the effect of [Suggestion] to help him sort out his already confused thoughts.

At the same time he said in a deep voice.

"Philip! Since you said I'm your friend, then I must tell you that I can support Fia to be the king, but being the king is not an easy job and she will suffer a lot!"

A shaky clarity appeared in Philip's already cloudy eyes, but he was murmuring.

"I know, I know... but as a princess, she must shoulder... the responsibility of being a royal heir..."

"It's a pity...I didn't get to see...her...She...must...have..."

After a long time, with only the sound of the wind in his ears, Ji Ming sighed, reached out his hand and closed Philip's eyes that were looking at the sky.