Chapter 832 – Eight Thrones (4)
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Cornelius von Armials worked hard with his old, stiff throat.
The chancellor and Odelia also shouted after him. They met eyes while leading the nobles in perfect order. They are old-fashioned noobs of the political world. Communication was enough.
‘We have to make Nords active.’
Cornelius spilled the burning temple.
The war situation is still unreadable. But no matter what, there was a reason to set the stage for Nord, a Britannian aristocrat. The nobles objected to him thinking.
The chancellor led helpless or weak-willed nobles to evacuate. The guards in charge brought the weapons they had put away because they were in front of the emperor. Odelia pulled out a sword that could be held properly and wiped out a corner of the flames. Aristocrats who would be in trouble if she died before her emperor could explain her bloodiness, followed her with her eyes. They blatantly met eyes and kicked the ground. They rushed to the site of the final ceremonies of the Chun Tong Festival, where the rebellion took place. Not yet knowing what awaits them there. *** Amelia held her own coronation ceremony in the fire Clian had created. A large crown was placed on her head, which changed her face from that of the empress. The universe raged in the eyes of the Yi tribe who had lived as empresses. Amelia grabbed the prince’s face and looked into his eyes. Faced with the thoughts of the offspring of the stars right in front of his eyes, Clian’s spirit collapsed in an instant. After this process, she used to make her opponent a loyal limb by sharing her power. Her prince, who is only inferior to her in wisdom and prudence, is not worth taking advantage of. At the end of understanding what his father was wallowing with, and who he was selling the country and the world to, Clian screamed and went mad. Madness made me forget even the pain of the body. As if believing that by digging out her eyeballs with her fingernails, she could scrape out of her brain what Amelia had shown her, Clian frantically repeated her self-injurious act.
Amelia lightly passed her eldest child tearing at her hair as she wept tears of blood.
─Exactly!
She snapped her fingers as she picked up her emperor, who had broken her back. The flames swept through the entire temple, igniting the fur that Amelia had thrown off, as well as Clian, who was frantically rolling around.
Amelia brushed the ashes off her shoulder as she caught a glimpse of the prince who plotted her treason being reduced to ashes.
─Rumble!!
It was then. An intrusive presence approached the temple.
It was a sign of humans trying to extinguish the fire. It seemed that a little while ago, because of the ceremony, people were starting to get involved in the temple, which had only been occupied by the prince and emperor.
Amelia, changing her shape, frowned at her.
At her call, a woman split the flame curtain and appeared.
Amelia, who had thrown her Emperor at her, felt a few of her gazes looking down on her from above her, much to her displeasure, and beckoned to the chief of her bodyguard.
‘Take Your Majesty and retreat. Let the mischievous things pursue you and your majesty.〉
〈… Should the life and death of ‘this’ be more important than your body?
“I have no intention of fighting. Come on.〉
Their short conversation seemed to show the real position of the emperor.
In fact, it was. The Romanian emperor of the time did not even know Amelia’s true identity. It was because there were many advantages to doing so as a target for her manipulation.
Since she appointed a person who was easy to manipulate as the emperor, what reason would there be for making her a subordinate?
But it was time to put an end to that too.
‘It’s time to hide away.’
Amelia devised her means to evade Nord’s foreknowledge.
What I want most is a new seat.
If he only obtained the throne, he could use both Amelia’s power—the ability as a descendant of a star—and the authority of that throne. The power of the throne was absolutely necessary to defeat Nord, which was full of many divine beings.
So, she wanted to get her hands on the most reliable seat of worship.
The power of the artificial gods that bloomed like an accident in Romania, where she ruled.
‘However, if I tried to obtain the
The reason why prophets are difficult to deal with is that they can read the future.
The situation in which Amelia, a descendant of the star, obtains seven of her thrones is a definite crisis for Nord. The chances of being foreseen were by no means small.
Perhaps it is an image of a fragmentary prophecy, but for Amelia, even if her identity is revealed, it is fatal. She definitely couldn’t come out and be active.
That’s why she avoided Nord and those around him and manipulated the minds of the princes.
Duty, greed, revenge. She was sure that if the princes each had a reason to rebel, she would come to use the Bronze Throne to break through the emperor’s protection.
However, except for their identity, they are mere criminals.
Their rebellion poses no threat to the Nords. He can’t foresee
‘I’ll have to go into hiding for at least 10 years from now.’
Amelia intended to have plenty of time before the next fight.
You go to kill Nord because you found a way to draw out the body’s power? If so, there is no way Nord could have foreseen the crisis of her attack.
The fact that he can’t read the future is only possible if Amelia doesn’t attack him.
So he had to put off his ‘crisis’ until a long time later so that Nord would not read the ending.
〈… After all, dealing with the Prophet is troublesome.〉
Amelia tried to open her portal by putting on her crown.
It is unknown which side will win the future 10 years from now.
However, Amelia planned to use the confusion in Romania, which had lost her emperor and pillar, to spread war throughout the world.
Romania is now no different from an empty gangjeong.
All the thrones that supported the empire had now fallen into Amelia’s hands.
It is an obvious result in the words of the holy empire that even lost the god they forcibly built.
In addition to that, those humans are the favorites of chaos.
The ability to see the future is useless if it is a war they are leading. Humans’ intense mentality twists even fate, and war is the most suitable for heightening human emotions.
It was the conclusion proved by the last great war and the last prophet of the Bicorn Gods.
─Another angle, another angle.
It was when Amelia tried to cast her dimension shift on Romania as she slipped through the back of the temple.
Geek… !!
The dimensional rift that opened with a creepy sound closed.
Amelia was astonished when she noticed the deaths of the only two of her people left. The authority raised from her throne had stopped.
‘… Did you interfere with the throne? Who?’
She effectively turned her head.
There was no one in the temple yet. The puppet emperor was taken away by the captain of the guards, and the prince who plotted rebellion was burned to death by his own flame.
‘Wait a minute.’
Amelia shook her head hurriedly.
No one is here? It didn’t make any sense.
I forgot about it for a moment because Nord focused his attention only on the surprise attacks of those guys, and because he was an insignificant opponent. It was out of my mind because it wasn’t threatening.
One human was missing in this temple.
〈Where is Rebelio’s substitute──〉
It was when she turned her eyes to find the shadow of the bandit who had disappeared at some point. Amelia sensed space distorting just above the crown of her head.
─Steal!!! Tentacles pricked from under her hide at a threat that was hard to ignore.
〈… Intrusive!〉
Amelia, who made a beautiful face, unleashed a thought wave at that location.
She loathed the event of her own prediction being distorted the most. That’s why, as soon as she saw Val Curier, who exploded in the waves of thought, she felt no small amount of displeasure.
Valkyrie. Freyja’s servant created by Odin.
Amelia, who was looking for Rebelio’s missing double – or herself disguised as her double – changed her mind. She interfered with the throne, and the only thing that was sealed was the authority of her material god, Li Veritas.
Her powers related to her dimension are blocked, so even Amelia’s own powers cannot attempt her escape.
She feels the urge to kick her tongue, and the feeling makes her even more offended.
Maybe it’s because she’s been hanging out with humans for too long. It seemed that human behavior was ingrained in the mind and body. Amelia brushed off her disgust.
“What is it, a revolution? Do you know what a guillotine is? Donning her armor, Dana landed flapping her wings. Due to Veronica’s Sharalarak… Dana meticulously raised her concentration and deployed her powers. When she fought against Wooshin, blessings and blessings that would not be defeated fell upon the bodies of the party. A divine protection that puts all the power of the creation of the Old God’s throne into ability enhancement. It was simple and clear, and that’s why it was a powerful power that perfectly matched the power of Freyja, who was simple in group battles, starting with Valkyrie. 〈… Whoa, each one is full of crude technology.〉 But to Amelia, it was nothing more than insignificant. It’s just a blessing to do it with the authority to burn ice with fire, knead dimensions, and even create continents. Its effectiveness is excellent, but it is clear that it is a low-level utilization method. If you can’t avoid it, you have to fight. There was something to worry about. The question is whether or not the deaths of those women will fall within the scope of the ‘crisis’ predicted by Nord. ‘If I enter the range of foreknowledge, it will already be a defeat from trying to fight.’ Did the Nords somehow foresee the future? Had it been so, Amelia would not have been able to make this plan so successful. To her, the Nords were just as horrifying and threatening. ‘If I had beaten David, it would have been a master class. I must have shaken off God’s protection.’ Amelia did not underestimate the formidable enemy of Nord. If he had seen the future, Amelia would have fallen into a trap now. She’s a trap that would be a victory if she even managed to escape. Amelia activated the powers of her divine seat.
A giggle… !
With the power of the living god Palace, life was created, the body was cultivated, and evil mana was woven into it. It was created by the power of Themis, the god of justice, and fixed with the power of Quirinus, the god of the horizon.
【Meeooooo?】
Thus, a terrible chimera was born. It was a pitch-black creature, as if the various organs of living things were mixed together. The wings gathered to become the chimera’s arms, and the head grew and turned into legs.
A goat-like face flapped an octopus foot instead of a mane.
