The whistling wind blew through the deathly silent palace, and even the sound of a pin falling to the ground became clearly audible.
Whether it was the envoys of the Oath Family, the noble guests, or other guests who were inclined towards the royal family—
The moment they saw the figure in the black flame, every brain cell in their brains was spinning frantically, trying to understand the reason for this strange scene.
Tariq's words and actions just now all showed that he had secretly reached a deal with the Ash Cult...
The preparations for the descent of God were completed in secret, in order to welcome the descent of the Lord of Ashes in the imperial capital.
But who can explain to them...why the product of God's descent is such a thing?
Xia.Egut.
A survivor of Ceylon in the north, he was chosen by the second princess Isadela to be the new sword bearer.
His last public appearance was at the engagement dinner hosted by the Borgia family, where he displayed the skills of a four-ring master beastmaster.
...
...
Moreover, he unexpectedly killed the careless Title-level Beastmaster "Silver Fox" Lille with one strike, showing at least five rings of explosive power.
Taking into account his outstanding talent, half a year has passed... many people speculate that Char now has the combat power of the sixth ring level.
This is the information about Char that every noble in the imperial capital has obtained after secret investigation.
However--
Even if he really advanced to the sixth ring, it would be far from enough to explain the current situation.
The Lord of Ashes is a true God who has never suffered any trauma and is intact!
Let alone the Six Rings, even a legend in front of his divine body... is no different from an ant.
In an instant, the CPUs of countless nobles were smoking.
…
On the other side, Tariq was also confused.
Wasn’t it agreed that the Lord of Ashes would descend?
How could I have summoned such a thing?
But a legend is a legend after all, and the spiritual power that has condensed into a spiritual ocean is spinning rapidly at this moment.
The legendary memory was mobilized to find the answer to the question from countless colliding thoughts.
Then, in an instant—
Tariq felt he had hit upon the point.
I still remember that the first time Char Eggot became famous in the imperial capital was when he foiled the conspiracy of the Ash Cult during the riot when the Ash Cult attacked Saint Laurent College.
He even killed a four-ring patriarch, and thus became famous in one battle.
Before his death, the Patriarch of the Ash Cult even shouted, "Son of God!"
Although there were very few witnesses to the riot, and Isadella deliberately concealed it afterwards, very few people knew such tiny details.
However, as a legend of the royal family, when Tariq learned that Isadela was going to choose Char as the Swordsman, he happened to have read the specific files of the academy attack and knew the details.
if--
The phrase "Son of God" was not a slander as written in the files, but a fact that the Patriarch accidentally realized before his death?
Not to mention that among the combat skills displayed by Char Eggot, there is the ability to summon black flames, which has always been mistaken by people as a pet skill... But now it seems that it may not come from the pet, but is the power that comes with it.
If that's the case, then everything can be explained.
Why is it that Char, who has been confirmed to be a commoner with no background in Ceylon, can possess such astonishing talent and rise unstoppably like a comet?
Why was he able to crush the conspiracy of the Ash Cult with his strength of only the second ring at that time?
Why did he use the holy relic of the Ash Cult but summoned Char's true body?
The Lord of Ashes' Black Flame was a divine punishment that even Legends dared not touch, and was powerful enough to burn the soul. However, Char was able to walk through the Black Flame as if it were flat ground, unharmed.
That is naturally because Char Eggot has been the offspring of the evil god from the very beginning.
Deliberately disguising himself as a human, he lurked within the empire little by little, waiting for the right opportunity to appear, until he broke out at this moment.
hiss--
Tariq gasped.
He felt like he had discovered the tip of the iceberg of a huge conspiracy, and the more he thought about it, the more frightened he became.
If this is the case, then the Lord of Ashes is a little too terrifying.
A thousand years of planning and a thousand years of forbearance.
He deliberately disguised himself and his cult as brainless idiots who only knew how to do things in a hurry, so that everyone would let down their guard.
Then, he secretly arranged for his offspring to sneak in...
I don't even know what means Xia used to secretly win Isadela's heart.
In the same way, all we need to do is quietly wipe out all the people in the palace who know the truth, including Isadella...
Afterwards, he revealed his identity as the husband of the Empress of the Empire in front of the uninformed people of the Empire, and with the assistance of other sworn families and dignitaries.
Perhaps, Char can really serve as the regent.
Without making a sound, the Empire, the most powerful country in the current human camp, was completely brought under control.
By then, it would only be necessary to secretly issue decrees such as a state religion, and tens of millions of people throughout the empire would all be believers of the Lord of Ashes.
The power of faith on this scale is unmatched by any existing god. After all, even the Holy Religious Kingdom that believes in the Seven Gods of the Dawn is a faith divided among seven gods, which is far from being comparable to monopoly.
What a grand plan and conspiracy, stretching for thousands of years, with only the grass to grow and the snake to grow.
Using the millions of lives of the empire as pawns and himself as bait, he invited people from all over the world to join the game.
What a great spirit.
Compared with the current might of the Lord of Ashes, other evil cults, the Abyss, and even the ancient secret organization, the Golden Dawn, seem to pale in comparison.
Although this speculation was somewhat empty, the more Tariq speculated, the more the logical loopholes were filled in by the details in his memories.
With his mind so shaken, Tariq didn't even care about the burning sensation of the sea of black flames surrounding him.
He suddenly took out his staff and looked fanatically at the figure bathed in black flames behind him.
"Respected Son of Ashes."
"I was lucky enough to get a glimpse of the tip of the iceberg of your father's thousand-year plan."
"But I think that even if the great Lord of Ashes wants to secretly control the entire empire, he will definitely need servants and subordinates to help govern the empire and conceal his tracks."
"If not, your father, the Lord of Ashes, is indeed powerful, but the Seven Gods believed in by the Dawn Church are not weak either."
"And I happened to have served as the guardian of the imperial family for many years. Based on this, I have sufficient management experience."
Tariq's old, hunched body straightened up little by little, and his originally cloudy eyes revealed a cunningness like that of a male fox.
"Then there is only one answer!"
He placed the mahogany cane horizontally in front of him.
This mahogany cane is engraved with the coordinates of the Golden Dawn's secret gathering place - above the black fog.
It is also a symbol of his membership in the Golden Dawn.
But then, Tariq suddenly exerted force with both hands.
Snap——
The peach wood cane was smashed by the knee and broke into two pieces.
Tariq had already thought it through clearly. In order to prolong his life, he would definitely not be able to stay in the Order camp after the great changes in the imperial capital, and he would have to choose to join a secret force.
In this case, compared to other cults in the Lost Realms, or the Golden Dawn, this secret organization with a mysterious leader is always a mystery.
The Ash Cult, with such deep plans, is undoubtedly the most promising and worthy backer for him to rely on.
He smashed the staff to sever himself from the Golden Dawn and to show his loyalty to Char, the descendant of the Ash God.
"I will be loyal to you!"
…
On the other side, witnessing Tariq's sudden loyalty.
The nobles who were enveloped by the overflowing sea of black flames and were fleeing in panic also reacted immediately.
Most of those who can become the messengers of the great nobles and the sworn families are extraordinary people, and their control over the political situation and their sensitivity are far beyond that of ordinary people.
Of course I didn't understand such a strange scene before.
However, as Tariq spoke, many of them came to their senses.
Especially those members of the Oath Family, who have always coveted the ruling status of the imperial royal family and have done a lot of dirty things in secret in the past few years.
It was just that because of the disastrous defeat of the Borgia family and the death of Guderian in battle, as well as Isadela's abdication from the throne, he had settled down a little because the situation was stronger than he was, and on the surface he maintained respect and loyalty to the royal family.
But at this moment the situation suddenly changed. Although they did not guess the whole picture as well as Tariq, as smart people, they could still vaguely see the general outline.
Hence, all of a sudden, many nobles became active in their thinking.
"Your Majesty, the Golden Tulip family that I represent does not have a legendary figure like Your Majesty Tariq, but it has been engaged in the slave trade for a long time and has quite a lot of experience."
Soon, someone stood up and said respectfully to Char in the black flames: "Even though you have seized the empire, if you rashly perform a fire sacrifice among the civilians, it will likely cause panic and resistance among the people."
"And those helpless and unknown slaves and missing people are the best choices for fire sacrifices." "Yes, it's the same for our May Eagle family--"
"Me too!"
…
Amid the breaking of crutches and the sound of loyalty—
Even those members who were originally loyal to the royal family began to waver.
"Your Majesty, Char seems to be in a bad condition?"
Diris leaned close to Isadella's ear and whispered softly.
She naturally would not believe the speculation of those nobles that Char was the offspring of the evil god.
As a woman who had once used "Dream Creation" on Char, Diris knew very clearly what kind of grand and clear dream the boy had in his heart.
The heart of the succubus princess was also touched by the "utopia isolated from the world" and began to waver.
However, there is something wrong with the current situation.
Char cannot be the Son of God...but the possibility that he was bewitched by the Lord of Ashes with pollutants and corrupted into one of his followers is real.
"No, I know it's him."
"He is the real Char, and the one I have been waiting for."
In the entire hall, only Isadela's figure remained motionless.
She inserted the golden holy sword in front of herself and stared at the figure standing in the black flames with her beautiful red eyes, with a hint of attachment.
To others, the Empress of the Empire looked like she was in the midst of a mental breakdown.
There is no way. After all, no one would feel good if the lover you love suddenly stands on the side of your enemy and betrays you.
only--
Such a thought just arose.
The next moment.
"As expected, no matter how many times I've seen it, I still feel sickened by their petty and despicable behavior."
"The May Eagle Family, if I remember correctly, should be Gawain's mother family, right?"
"If that gorilla saw the ugly faces of his descendants messing around with the slave trade, I think he would be so angry that he would crawl out of his grave."
Calm words came from the black flames.
Not very loud.
However, those nobles who were originally eager to join the Lord of Ashes to seek greater benefits - their gestures of loyalty were frozen in place.
Char bathed in the flames and stepped out step by step in the sea of black flames.
He did not look at the servile nobles, but fixed his eyes on the silver-haired princess in front of him, no, on the queen.
“It’s really kind of disgusting to me.”
"If we kill them all, it shouldn't have any impact on your rule and that of the royal family, right?"
After hearing what Char said.
A faint smile suddenly appeared on Isadella's cold and fair face.
"Of course, they are just fence-sitters. In the Fantasy Belt, they are the first to be cleared out."
"Kill him, then kill him."
"That's good."
Char responded casually.
The next moment.
The ocean formed by the black flames suddenly surged.
Carrying with it an incomparable mystery, in an instant, it engulfed all those previously loyal nobles who were fence-sitters.
In front of the black flame that originated from the skull of a false god and could burn even a demigod—
Ordinary extraordinary beings didn't even have time to struggle or cry out before they were silently annihilated in the flames that devoured the light, and were burned into the most basic magical factors.
The only one who persisted longer was Tariq.
He is a veteran legend after all.
Even though his body was burned by the black flames and every particle of flesh and blood was burned to ashes under the horrifying high temperature, he still managed to maintain his self-awareness.
"From the beginning to the end, you have been...lying to me?"
The skin and flesh all disappeared, leaving only a skull with its mouth open in the black flames, letting out a hoarse wail.
"Yes, it was me who gave you the oracle from the very beginning."
"How is it? Are you surprised? Are you surprised?"
"you--"
The skull struggled and squirmed a few times, as if some strong unwillingness and resentment were supporting this already damaged remains to remain in the world.
But soon, the black flame broke through the limitations of the divine body and burned into the soul.
With a hissing sound, the scorching black flames took everything to another world.
…
Knock knock knock——
In the world burned by black flames, the only echo left was the sound of high heels stomping on the ground.
Isadella walked towards Char step by step.
She removed the band from her hair, and her long silver hair, which had been tied into a ponytail, fell down, now cascading over her shoulders like a waterfall, fluttering slightly in the hot wind from the fire.
The queen, dressed in a jet-black military uniform, came before Char.
"haven't seen you for a long time."
She raised her head and looked carefully at the black-haired boy in front of her with her beautiful red eyes.
Although it was only three months in real time, as the owner of the holy sword and the former king of the fantasy belt, Isadella could naturally sense the mark of time on the boy's body that had become much thicker.
"You were there, after about ten years?"
"Yeah." Xia nodded.
He thought for a moment and said, "To be more precise, it's ten years, one month and three days."
"That's really a pity. I didn't expect that I would fall behind your childhood sweetheart for so long without paying attention."
Isadella smiled and said, "It seems that we can only double our efforts to catch up from now on."
At this moment, Xia Ya's mental power keenly sensed the faint mysterious ripples behind him.
And then the dusk spreads and covers the night in the distance.
Also, there was the white cat that was peeking around in the dim night.
This white cat was extremely familiar to Char.
The Silver Witch——the spiritual incarnation of Sylvia.
It can also be understood as a real eye left by Sylvia in the imperial capital.
She left True Eyes in all the major human cities in the Western Continent where Char might appear, so that she could get the exact news of Char's return as soon as possible.
At this moment, the white cat noticed the changes happening in the palace, especially the appearance of that familiar breath, and naturally couldn't wait to spy over.
When seeing Char's figure, the spiritual wave of joy immediately emanated from the white cat.
However, the next moment.
It seemed as if he was completely unaware of the Silver Witch's spying.
A hint of cunning suddenly flashed in Isadella's beautiful red eyes.
She stood on tiptoes slightly.
Then, the soft and cool touch spread between Char's lips.
After dozens of seconds, they separated.
"Anyway, welcome back."
"My sword bearer, and my husband."
"besides……"
Isadela extended her white fingers to stroke Char's face, her voice rising slightly.
She spoke in a voice just loud enough for the white cat that was peeking out in the dusk to hear.
"When do you think the wedding of the Empress of the Empire will be held?"
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