The first snow of the year 2525 of the Empire came earlier than usual.
The day after the Battle of Brunswick.
Pure white snow fell slowly, turning the city that had been through a lot into a silver world. The power of the Emperor had purified Brunswick forever, banishing the city from plague and decay. The vines and poisonous moss were burned and banished forever, and the mud that blocked the river was completely purified. The muddy and bubbling Brunswick River revealed its riverbed once more, and the crystal clear water flowed once more in the river.
In front of the ruined palace road, the military band's drumming was soft and firm as the white snow fell.
Along the two ends of the palace road, the three carriages moved slowly under the command of the riders. The best flannels were draped over the carriages. Along with the falling snow, the carriages followed the road to the final journey.
On both sides of the palace road were the local residents of Brunswick. The Battle of Brunswick had ended, and there were about 200,000 survivors in the city. They gathered on both sides of the road, silently watching the last journey of the human heroes.
On the left side of the road were the remaining troops of the Empire, including but not limited to the Griffin Knights, the Brunswick Honor Guards, the Armoured Nur, the Brunswick Praetorian Guards, and the Blackstone Guards. They were fully armed in a row, silently watching the coffins of the heroes.
On the right side of the road were the Old Guard of Brittany. They were wearing tall bearskin hats, red and blue epaulettes, golden braided belts, dark jackets, and white inner linings. The legendary troops of Brittany were also lined up, paying their last respects to the heroes.
This was a simple state funeral, jointly sponsored by Emperor Karl-franz and King Laing -Macado. It was a state funeral for Marshal Rick, the Griffin Duke, and Marshal Roan. The heroes sacrificed their lives to protect the capital of the Empire. Their glorious deeds would be remembered and sung until the end of the world.
The city was defended. It was a difficult victory, and it was a risky victory. Half of the city had been reduced to ruins.
There was no joy of victory, no joy of survival. Almost everyone knew that this was only the end of a phase, and Chaos was far from being defeated.
On the other hand, the Empire was exhausted and Brittany had suffered great losses.
Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio The two kings were sitting on the high platform in the royal palace. Emperor Karl Franz was holding the Hammer of Light in one hand and the hilt of the Dragon Tooth Sword in the other. The burning primitive magic energy in his body made his body complete again, and his soul was a hundred times stronger than before. His throne room was hit by the comet. The huge primitive energy spiral that rolled into the night sky outside turned the place into a flashing monochrome. The emperor's body was covered in golden light. Behind him, there were two long trails of white-gold flames that were dragged into the sky.
The sun, Wang Laing, seemed to be more dispirited. He had used up too much of his power. However, in terms of momentum, his original body was not inferior to the emperor. On the surface of Laing's body, the lightning around his original body was like a huge whirlpool that swallowed all impurities. The divine spear made from the Seed of Destruction stood on the ground. Endless miracles and light surrounded Laing's fingers. Ancient sacred runes revolved around the Goddess of Vengeance. The silver flame was still burning in Laing's eyes. Behind him was a huge shadow of a sword in a book. The irises were constantly forming, disappearing, and growing.
The two leaders looked at the funeral procession and began to talk.
The Empire's side was very quiet.
Grand Duke of Nord and Kurfürst Geisel had also died in battle. There were only three Kurfürst left in the Empire. They were Countess Emmanuelle of the Empire, Grand Duke Alberich Hauter Anderson of Steyr, and Kurfürst Marius of Ivy. The Empire's chief wizard, Gregg Matak, stood behind them. He looked as dirty as before, although half of his long beard seemed to have been burnt.
At the end of yesterday's battle, Matak lured a large group of Nurgle's Chosen Warriors to the Empire's zoo. The Empire's chief wizard, who was at his wit's end, finally managed to wake up the Empire's dragon. The dragon was very angry when it was woken up from its sleep. It directly destroyed all the invaders with its dragon breath, almost killing Matak too.
The one in charge of Marshal Rick's coffin was the emperor's son, Luitpold II. This prince did not perform at all in the battle of Brunswick. He did not even have the chance to show his face. He hid in the shelter for a long time and only appeared after the battle was over. Laing found that Luitpold II's strength was very weak. He was only at the elite level when he was almost 30 years old.
Not only did Helberg die in battle, but Helberg's deputy general, Hans Zentler, and the captain of Rick's guards, Hans Günter, also died in this battle. The Hunter Marshal, Wolfhart, was seriously injured. In the end, only Luitpold II could be in charge.
The new Marshal Rick was Rudolf Lichtenstein.
The one in charge of the Griffin Duke's coffin was Frey Derick. This was the emperor's idea, and also Laing's idea.
Similarly, the one in charge of Duke Lauen's coffin was Devonshire. The young baron cried very sadly. Lauen had always been good to him, and he had followed Devonshire for a long time. He did not expect Uncle Lauen to leave him in this way.
The nobles on Laing's side spoke louder. The knights were discussing the situation of the battle and how many troops the old world could mobilize.
The upgraded Karl-franz's eyes were filled with grief. He looked at the troops in the distance and was silent for a long time. Finally, he said, "No matter what, the Empire will always be grateful for the Knight King's support. Laing, my dear friend, I am very happy to receive your help. The Empire is honored."
"Without the lips, the teeth feel cold. The spirit of chivalry urged us to do this." Laing nodded in response. The Knight King accepted the emperor's gratitude. However, Laing soon cut to the chase. "If we did not come to your aid, then it would be our turn next."
"No, there is no 'our'. You, everyone is' our '." The upgraded Emperor Carl's expression was very serious. "Eichaen only has one plan, and that is to destroy the world. This is only the end of a phase. If we cannot stop him, then the world will be destroyed."
"Our forces are already insufficient." Laing said seriously. "The Empire, Brittany, we combined cannot gather an army of 150,000. Eichaen has at least 1,000,000 people."
"What we are discussing now is not this." The upgraded Carl stared at Laing, his golden beard swaying with his master's words. "We must gather the eight wind incarnations. Only then can we fight against Eichaen, seal the chaos portal, and rebuild the seal."
"Prioritize gathering the eight wind incarnations?" Laing hesitated. "You? The Wind of Heaven? "
"Why are you unwilling to become the incarnation of the Wind of Light?" The emperor asked seriously.
"I don't need this power." Laing shook his head.
"Your pride will destroy you."
"If I choose to accept the power of the Wind of Light, then it will destroy me." Laing flatly refused.
The upgraded Carl's face showed an angry expression. In an instant, he seemed to want to ask questions, but reason calmed him down. The emperor held the hammer in one hand and the sword in the other. He closed his eyes. "That is the Nemesis, right?"
"Yes." Laing grasped the hilt of the Nemesis. "Father gave it to me."
"There cannot be two suns in the sky. There cannot be two rulers. There can only be one ruler of humanity." The upgraded Carl's tone was full of provocation. "Right now, our main enemy is the chaos. We can talk about other things later. But you can go and tell your father that one day, I will challenge him. Then, I will use Gail Maraz to smash his dead head. If he knows what's good for him, he will submit to me as soon as possible and still not lose the position of Kurfürst. Otherwise, only one of us can live."
"I will pass on the message as it is," Laing said with a smile, neither servile nor overbearing.
The emperor saw that Laing's attitude was not clear. He deliberately avoided the matter of the alliance and maintained a calm expression. Karl-franz sighed softly. "Laing's death is a great loss to the old world. It's not that I don't want to come in person, but …"
"I know that only when the Great Whirlpool is unsealed can you come in person." Laing stopped smiling and shook his head. "If this is the fate of knights, then so be it."
"You still listen to the orders of that goddess?"
"I only trust my own judgment."
The emperor frowned.
Just now, the Wind of Light broke through the air and rushed towards Laing, as if it wanted to make Laing its host. To be fair, Laing's power was still very compatible with the Wind of Light. If he was willing to join the ranks of the eight wind incarnations, the chances of the final battle would be higher.
However, Laing flatly rejected the power of the Wind of Light. "I don't need this power."
After the Wind of Light was rejected by Laing, it immediately chose the gray knight who was also seriously injured behind him. Unexpectedly, Diego also flatly refused. "I don't need this power."
After being rejected twice in a row, the Wind of Light did not look for a host in Brunswick. Instead, it flew directly towards the north.
The two monarchs sat together. The emperor was silent, and so was the Knight King. They just watched the funeral procession disappear at the end of the line of sight.
After a long while, the Emperor took the initiative to speak again, "Brunswick may have been defended, but this city no longer has any defensive value. I think we can move our troops to Nurr, or Aviheim."
"Yes, you can," Laing said faintly. The Knight King shook his head tiredly. "You are the emperor."
Karl glanced at the Knight King and Suria sitting on the right side of Laing and sighed. "Now is the time for us to need all our allies."
"I have brought all the allies I can gather." Laing pointed to Aralos and Balder Crimson standing below. "It's up to you now."
"Then, after a short rest, we will move to Nur. We can still get food supplies from Aviheim and Brittany and gather the remaining troops." The Upgraded Karl glanced at Emilia, the Countess of the Empire standing below. The emperor took out the map and analyzed. "As long as Mildenheim is still defending, we still have a chance. Now, we have to wait until the eight wind incarnations are gathered."
"Which of the eight wind incarnations will be?" Laing thought. He did not reject the emperor's proposal, but he did not agree either.
The emperor knew more and more what Laing was thinking, but there was no good way to solve the problem. The emperor could only say, "If we don't consider accidents, the eight wind incarnations are most likely to be Lucia's eight magic toads. Each of them corresponds to a wind."
"Then we are done for." Laing grinned and smiled awkwardly. "The magic toads will only think about their own big plan. They may fight against Chaos, but they will not do as we think."
"It is because of the big plan that the magic toads will not choose to become hosts." The upgraded Carl shook his head. "We still need some time to confirm the Eight Winds' incarnations. During this period of time, we must take advantage of the fact that Eichaen has yet to personally head south to accumulate our strength. Come, Ryan, my dear friend. Let us fight this great war together.
"For now, that is the only way." Laing also sighed. "Then, in what name?"
The emperor's heart shrank. The things that originally belonged to Wo Teng or Luitpold II could not be kept.
If that was the case, it was better to be straightforward! To fight against The Final Moment, to fight against Eichahn, they needed the strength of Laing and his brothers. They needed it very much.
Therefore, when the state funeral was over, the emperor ordered all the nobles of the Empire to gather in front of the Brittany. The emperor's shining golden figure sat on the throne. He said to the crowd, "Ministers of the Empire, the Battle of Brunswick is a disaster for the Empire. It is also my responsibility. It is my fault that the northerners attacked our capital and turned the Empire into ruins."
"In the past few months, more than ten million citizens of the Empire have died in our country. Regarding this, as the emperor, I cannot escape the blame. I declare that I will bear this responsibility. Within a year after The Final Moment is over, I will voluntarily step down from the throne of the Empire!"
The Upgraded Karl's words were like an earth-shattering explosion on the main road of the palace. The people were whispering to each other in shock.
The emperor intends to step down after The Final Moment is over?!
Who will the throne be passed to?
Is it Luitpold II? Frey Derick? The champion of Charlemagne's Chosen by God, Volten? Or Marius, Hort Anderson, or someone else … someone from Sylvania?
Luitpold II and Frey Derick, who were standing below the stage, seemed to have a premonition. They looked at each other and looked away. Almost in an instant, the generals and courtiers who were in favor of the Nur faction began to take sides. The generals and courtiers who were in favor of the Rick faction were few in number, but they stood firmly behind Luitpold II.
"I have chosen a master for all of you, one who is resolute and unshakeable." The upgraded Carl knocked on the golden griffin pattern on the throne and said slowly, "Frey! Come up to the stage! "
Frey Derick felt that his hands were shaking. He quickly walked up the stairs to the front of the emperor and knelt down on one knee. "Godfather … Your Majesty!"
"Frey, among all the suitable candidates, you are the best. You are brave, witty, fearless, and have a noble character. You are the best successor of the Golden Spirit. As the current emperor, Karl-franz, I propose that Frey Derick, Baron Nur, be the next crown prince of the Empire. Now, everyone can vote."
After that, the emperor, who was also Elector Rick, raised his hand first to show his approval.
Emilia, Countess of the Empire, was beaming. Laing's maid immediately raised her hand to show her approval.
Marius' face was gloomy. Grand Duke Ivy did not hesitate at all and raised his hand to show his approval.
Grand Duke Hout Anderson of Steyr hesitated for a moment, but still raised his hand to show his approval.
The acting archbishop of the Church of Justice looked at the flames of the twin-tailed comet behind the emperor and raised his hand helplessly.
"Okay, that's five votes." The emperor nodded. "Then, even if we count Boris and Big Urick who are not here, we still have an absolute majority. Then, as the emperor of the Empire, I declare that the procedure is in effect. From today onwards, Baron Frey Derick is the crown prince of the Empire and the next emperor of the Empire!"
"Dong ~ Dong ~ Dong ~"
The small wooden hammer struck three times, and the resolution was passed!
After nearly two hundred years, the throne of the Empire would return to Nur again in a few days!
Seeing this, a smile finally appeared on Ryan's face.
His plan was finally completed.
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