At some point, a figure in a butler's robe appeared in front of everyone. He was straight and well-proportioned, and it was obvious that he had received rigorous training.
Because of the darkness, the deacon's face was blurred, and only the red gloves were so conspicuous and prominent.
The black figure bowed in an elegant and perfectly standard posture, then stood up.
"I'm sorry to invite you all here so late at night." Through the afterglow of the stars, everyone discovered that he was wearing a mask on his face. It was a smiling white mask with slightly exaggerated lines outlining the eyes and mouth.
"Who are you and what are you doing? Do you know who we are? If we disappear, the entire East Territory will be turned upside down tomorrow." A noble threatened unhappily.
"You will all know my origins later, and I am well aware of your identities. Please be patient."
As he spoke, a few silent breezes brushed past the noble who had spoken, making his ears and neck feel cold. He touched his neck in surprise and found a blood mark that had appeared without him noticing.
"Ahhhhhh!" He took a few steps back in horror until he bumped into the tree behind him and finally stopped.
"Now, everyone should be able to calm down and listen to me." Even through the mask, the people below could still sense the strange smile revealed in the darkness.
"Then we'll just listen to you patiently, hum." Count Gekuan casually swung his sword, and the wind from the sword cut off several blades of grass, and a cool smell of plant juice emanated from the air.
"This is perfect." After saying this, the black shadow jumped down from the rock in a flash and came in front of everyone in an instant.
"Now, everyone, follow me. I will take you to see our new king, the one you are all supposed to pledge allegiance to."
"New King, what kind of joke are you..." Several people were about to mock and refute, but they were suddenly stuck.
Amidst the swaying of grass and trees, a group of figures in crimson windbreakers appeared silently beside them. These figures in crimson windbreakers were like ghosts, moving without making any sound. Although they did not speak, the secret magic power they exuded made the nobles feel cold in their hearts.
There were nearly 50 people in this group of red-clothed people, and none of them was lower than Sequence 6. The cold and eerie magic of the Demon Sequence slid across the skin like a delicate blade, making people tremble with fear.
As the upper-middle class nobles of the empire, they had considerable experience. Looking at the distinctive style, they all recalled the name that was buried in their memories.
Dark Moon of the Empire
An intelligence and assassination organization directly under the Emperor, dedicated to monitoring corrupt officials and traitors within the Empire and avenging past enemies. These individuals serve as the Emperor's eyes and blades, handling all manner of shady matters.
At this point, the group finally fell silent, following them silently as they moved forward through the mountains.
Passing through the long and narrow valley path, they walked step by step into the depths of the forest.
At some point, an ancient stone staircase buried in grass and dead branches appeared before everyone.
It looked like the ruins of an ancient castle, with broken stone steps vaguely visible among the weeds and dirt.
Following the spiral staircase upwards, they discovered that the end led to a cliff.
Among the rolling hills, this peak protrudes to one side, forming a natural steep cliff, and the stairs go up along the side of the cliff. If you look to the side, you can see the empty scenery at the foot of the mountain.
Despite some concerns, the group slowly climbed the stairs and moved forward step by step.
Until finally reaching the top of the mountain, which is the flat land on the cliff.
The night wind blew, carrying some dead leaves and making faint whimpering sounds. When the six people climbed the stairs exhausted, they found that the people in red were already standing in a neat row.
They stood on either side, their heads bowed respectfully, silent and figures hidden under the crimson hooded cloaks, only the hems of their clothes fluttering and swaying gently in the mountain breeze.
Everyone looked up the hillside and finally saw a figure with his back to them at the end.
The figure was not tall, and even looked a little thin compared to the people in red clothes and dark moons around him.
The 'Red Gloves' who had greeted them was now standing next to the figure. He took a step forward, bowed again, and then spoke.
"Welcome to this moment, when we will right this distorted order and restore the Empire to its rightful owners."
"The true successors of the previous Emperor, the Crown Prince brothers, Ansiel and Ansroy. And the one standing before you now is the only blood descendant of Crown Prince Ansroy."
After finishing speaking, while the six people were still in shock and had no time to digest this huge news, the figure slowly turned around.
He wore a cloak as black as night, with a dark red lining beneath the jet-black back, reminiscent of the most ancient nobles among humans.
As in historical legends, the Cang Yue King inherited part of the True Crimson Empire's legacy. In the ancient past, they also considered themselves to be descendants of the original blood, enjoying the power of blood and being the kings of the demon sequence.
The young man holding the scepter was only 14 years old, but he had cold silver short hair and gem-like red eyes. Under the gaze of these eyes, these nobles finally lowered their heads one by one.
They stepped forward one step at a time, knelt on the ground with the most humble attitude in their lives, and kissed the heir of the most ancient human bloodline on earth.
"We will always be loyal to you, the true master of the empire, the monarch of the Crimson Moon."
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