Chapter 470: 468: Imperial Conference (Additional 14)
This is an unknown dark space.
Silent, soundless, cold, dark, as if forever shrouded in shadows.
But no one knows that this is the legendary realm of the king.
The Old Continent has a long history of divisions and reunions, and has seen countless countries and kings.
These kings basically never meet each other. It is also a tacit rule that kings do not meet each other.
However, in some special circumstances, there is a need for them to meet and discuss things, and they cannot even use someone else's mouth to talk, but must have a face-to-face meeting.
Where there is demand, there is a market. I don’t know when someone created this realm of kings.
According to legend, this is a piece of space fragment that was peeled off from the mechanical realm in the inner plane. It must have been torn off by some great beings in a battle. It is not large in area and has no additional function.
However, it covers certain special laws of the mechanical realm, and can do things that the main material plane cannot do.
Suddenly, a light shone out from the outside world, as if it were a substantial object swirling around, turning into a source of light and dispelling the eternal darkness.
With the help of light, you can see the surrounding situation clearly.
As far as the eye can see, there are dozens or even hundreds of magic mirrors hovering in the void.
The shapes are different, some are long and some are round, just like a mirror jungle.
But the same thing is that the frames of these magic mirrors are all made of a rare magical wood, which has an excellent magic-guiding effect.
Then it was painted with gold paint and embellished with red paint, revealing an extremely complex magic pattern.
Looking down again, there were countless magic mirror fragments on the dark earth, layer upon layer, countless.
The Realm of the King, also known as the Mirror of the King. Every time a king is born, unifies a region, and establishes a kingdom, he is qualified to make such a mirror and then send it into this plane fragment.
Until this country is destroyed, the magic mirror will shatter and fall to the earth, becoming mirror ruins.
The purpose of this seat surface fragment is to make use of certain characteristics of the mechanical realm to conduct face-to-face communication.
It can be understood as a magic version of video call!
That was the fastest method of communication when magic eyes and magic mirrors were not yet popular and the communication array could not connect the entire continent.
Of course, today, this has become a symbol. Only by placing the magic mirror belonging to your own country here can you be considered a true king.
This is also the biggest difference between a kingdom and a duchy. The Grand Duke does not have this qualification.
Then, the light source seemed to have found its location, split into three, and fell directly into the mirror forest, landing on the three most eye-catching mirrors.
Then, the mirror light flickered, and the world had changed, just like the reflection in the mirror, showing a different magical scene.
The first thing that appeared was a throne made of countless ships!
The sails became flags, the decks became stairs, corpses and swords were decorations, and ropes and corals bound everything.
A woman, a graceful and majestic woman, climbed up the stairs step by step and finally reached the highest throne.
It was a bright red throne, a dazzling red to the eyes, as if it was soaked in blood, with a pungent smell of blood.
However, when the woman turned around, the eye-catching throne became just an embellishment, only highlighting her royal majesty!
This one, the ruler of the Kingdom of Sardinia, is an extremely rare female supreme ruler in the history of the Old World, the great Queen Victoria.
She said softly: "You guys, why don't you show up?
I don’t want to waste too much time.”
As she spoke, the surrounding environment changed again.
First, there was a staircase made up of countless knights. They were wearing bright armor and had sharp weapons. They maintained a high fighting spirit, but with their heads lowered.
They are swords, weapons, loyal and glory-seeking.
The stairs they formed extended straight to the highest point, where there was a gorgeous throne. It didn't look big, but the backrest extended directly to the sky.
It seems to show that his power is all-encompassing and all-encompassing.
At this time, there was a man sitting on the throne. His hair was a mixture of black and white, his skin was smooth and elastic, his facial features were three-dimensional, and he was extraordinarily handsome.
His nobility and majesty are ingrained in his bones, and his every move can attract everyone's attention.
This one, the ruler of the Bonaparte Empire, the great Napoleon III, whose full name is Charles Louis Napoleon Bonaparte!
Immediately afterwards, another throne appeared, held high by countless warriors.
They were a group of muscular men, half naked, holding weapons high. Although they were in a mess, they showed an unyielding spirit of fighting for their lives against the sky.
The clinging bodies piled up one after another, and finally at a high place, they turned into a spacious, luxurious, and angular throne.
A man just walked up. He was wearing the simplest bearskin cloak, which showed his tall and strong body.
He seemed like the extremely violent and masculine Hercules in mythology, and every movement he made seemed to indicate infinite power.
This one is none other than His Majesty the Emperor of the Slavic Empire, the one who most advocates the use of force among the three kings, and the only legendary king.
Of course, he prefers to be called the Tsar!
The three high mountains and the throne formed a triangle, appearing to be in confrontation.
This is no longer a meeting of kings!
This is the Imperial Conference, representing the three peaks of power in the Old Continent.
Although now, they are facing the most brutal challenge from the Hohenzollern family.
The three of them met, each with his own style, but none of them spoke first.
Some were in a trance, with their heads slightly raised, their thoughts flying into the sky, and no one knew what they were thinking about.
Some sit upright, with their heads slightly lowered and brows slightly furrowed, as if observing the sufferings of the world.
There was another person, sitting crookedly, playing with his fingers without caring about his image, looking up from time to time, with a faint mocking smile always on the corner of his mouth.
The silence lasted for a long time. After a long while, Her Majesty the Queen spoke again: "What do you think of my last proposal?"
The Tsar sat up straight and said, “I don’t have any objections. After all, failure will have the least impact on me, and success will give me a huge advantage.
But, having said that, a mere earl has caused the three of us to discuss this several times. He should be honored to die."
Napoleon III raised his head and asked, "Have you ever considered that no matter whether we succeed or fail, we will lose a most important channel!
By then, even if we are willing to pay more, who will buy the magical weapons from the Habsburg Empire for us?"
"What's so hard to bear about those outdated magical weapons?"
The Queen's voice became much louder: "Don't say you haven't noticed, the weapons they sold us are all second-rate and outdated, far inferior to what they are using now.
With these weapons, even if we formed a magic army, we would not be able to defeat them."
“The supplies and gold we provided actually reduced the burden on the Habsburg Empire.
If we continue to fight like this, the strong will only get stronger, and the weak will only get weaker. What do you think will be the outcome?"
"Don't forget, this isn't just a dispute over territory; it also involves the foundation of rule and faith.
We don’t deserve to fail!”
Napoleon III was silent for a moment, then said quietly, "That's true, but have you ever thought about what the Vatican thinks about taking action against this illegitimate count?
How would the Habsburg Empire react?"
“The Holy See just granted him the status of a Knight Templar, which is considered as recognition of him.
The Empire has been cultivating us for so long, do you think they will let us take advantage of it?"
"It's already a fight to the death, why bother thinking so much?"
This time it was the Tsar who spoke. He leaned back, revealing his eight clearly visible abdominal muscles.
"I only have one request. When the time comes, whoever gets the talent and machinery will own it, but the technology must be shared!"
"Damn it! I only just realized now that there are so many twists and turns in the magic industry!"
"I used to listen to the Vatican's lies and didn't have any experience. Now, I want to develop, but I have no technology, no talent, no machinery, and no ability. It's simply impossible to move forward."
"Victoria, don't give us those high-sounding excuses. To put it bluntly, aren't we just attracted by the Flower Territory's accumulated technology?"
"Only by seizing him can we complete industrial accumulation at the fastest speed, manufacture our own guns and cannons, and break free from his control!"
This means putting all thoughts on the table without any concealment, which also makes the other two emperors lose face.
"Since no one is speaking up, let's vote!"
"I agree!"
"I agree too!"
"Let's do it! However, we still need to discuss the specific steps to follow.
That little guy is not easy to deal with, we need to have a foolproof plan."
"This brings us to our second topic. How are the three great emperors of the Old World supposed to take action against a small earl?"
This was the Tsar's voice. After he finished speaking, he actually laughed and said to himself, "This sounds a bit magical!"
"He who can withstand the pressure and resolutely embark on the path of the magical energy industry must have extraordinary qualities."
Napoleon III's words were filled with admiration, but then he changed the subject and said, "So, war is the last resort of plunder. If we want to safely capture Flower Territory, the best way is to deal with Loy first."
"So, what do you mean?"
"Which one do you think is more suitable, the killing curse, poison, or nightmare?"
(End of this chapter)
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