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The entire place was silent. No one had thought that the battle would end in such a way.
Everyone was looking forward to an exciting magic duel, but they were not looking forward to a magic duel that ended in a dozen seconds.
It seemed that Thernus Gehrman only had time to release a Pyroblast and prepare three Flaming Skulls before he was turned into a gold-plated statue by Galt.
Suddenly, a thought appeared in the minds of all the spectators.
Could it be that this match was rigged?
However, the spectators quickly rejected this idea.
There were many ways to fake a duel. If it was really a fake duel, it was possible that Galt had used some method or promise to make Gehrman give up the position of the Royal Chief Wizard. However, he would never use such a magic duel.
Casting spells was always risky! No one could guarantee that there would not be any accidents. In a magic duel of this level, the slightest carelessness could lead to death. As long as Galt and Gehrman were smart, they would not use such a method to fake a duel.
Then, if it was not a fake duel, then it must be real?
Galt had really defeated Gehrman with a single spell!
This was too shocking. As everyone knew, once a mortal's strength reached the Sanctuary-level, they would undergo a qualitative change. Every Sanctuary-level powerhouse would have a special ability that completely belonged to them. In a duel between Sanctuary-level powerhouses, it was easy to defeat the opponent, but it was very difficult to kill the opponent. However, the current situation was that Gehrman had been turned into a gold-plated statue. No one even knew if he was still alive!
Archbishop Wickmar's face was a little ugly. He did not want to see Galt become the Royal Chief Wizard, but now, he could do nothing about it. Seeing that Galt defeated Gehrman with a single move, Wickmar thought that Galt was really suspicious. He could not do anything to Galt now, but he would definitely send battle priests and demon hunters to investigate him later.
On the other side, Emperor Karl-franz happily stood up and applauded. He came down from the main stand and said loudly, "It seems that the outcome has been decided! Let us congratulate the new Royal Chief Wizard, our great alchemist, Bayershazer Galt! "
"Congratulations!" The crowd cheered loudly. Although they did not witness an exciting magic duel, Galt's ten years of operation was more or less useful. His supporters were not few.
The metal element Magi of the Alchemy Academy were even more enthusiastic as they chanted Galt's name. "For the Emperor!" "For the Imperiumofman" and "For the whole Terra" were roaring.
Laing, Emilia, and Suria all applauded. Emilia obviously supported Galt because the Black Lady of Nur and the Nur Military Factory were allies with Galt. Galt was also Frey Derick's magic mentor, and Laing secretly supported him. As for Suria, she did not have a position. When she saw her husband applauding, she also applauded.
"Congratulations, Galt." Karl-franz came in front of the great alchemist and said with a smile, "You are the new owner of the Staff of Volan. From now on, you are the Royal Chief Wizard, the highest dean of the Royal Academy of Magic in the Empire."
"It is my honor, Your Majesty." The great alchemist was a little excited. It would be a lie to say that Galt did not want to be the Royal Chief Wizard. After his lifelong dream came true, Galt could not suppress his excitement. He lowered his head and expressed his obedience to the Emperor.
Karl-franz did not immediately hand over the Staff of Volan to Galt. The Emperor looked at the ring worriedly. "Tell me, Galt, is Gehrman … okay?"
"He's fine." Galt knew that the Emperor was worried about the safety of the great fire wizard. After all, Gehrman had served the Empire since the time of Emperor Karl's grandfather, Emperor Leopold. He was also the Royal Chief Wizard twice. Although Karl-franz did not like Gehrman very much, he did not want anything to happen to him. The Empire had always lacked a powerful saint.
The great alchemist chanted an incantation, and Gehrman, who had been turned into a gold-plated statue, recovered his flesh and blood. Thernus Gehrman, who had been insufferably arrogant just a moment ago, recovered. At this moment, the supreme dean of the Flame Academy was still unwilling to admit his failure. "This … How is this possible …"
Before he could finish his sentence, Gehrman, who had lost all of his magic power, fainted on the spot. It seemed that in the next few months, this great Sanctuary Magus would have to take a good rest.
The Emperor let out a sigh of relief and no longer hesitated. He took the Staff of Volan and handed it over to Galt. "Well then, I'll congratulate you one last time, Galt. Do you still remember our promise?"
The Emperor was talking about the agreement he made with Galt eleven years ago after defeating the barbarian army at Nord's sea. At that time, the Emperor expressed his hope that Galt could become the Royal Chief Wizard.
"Of course, Your Majesty." Galt nodded and took the Staff of Volan. He knelt on one knee.
Volan was the first Royal Chief Wizard. To all mages, inheriting his legacy was the symbol of his development. It could make the Wind of Magic yield to the user! Not only could it greatly reduce the basic probability of spell errors, but it could also increase the storage capacity of the Wind of Magic. In critical moments, the Staff of Volan could even absorb an astonishing amount of magic for the user!
"I hope you will not forget your original intention and remember your mission!" Karl-franz nodded.
"Yes, Your Majesty!"
And so, the Night of Thousand Spells ended in an unofficial way. The capital of the Empire returned to its former peace.
Laing and the others began to prepare for their departure to Nur.
… I will remember the mission division line …
At the same time, they passed through the Eternal Subspace Storm that surrounded the entire planet.
Prime Material Universe, Holy Tara, Royal Palace, Throne Hall.
The spacious, dark, and golden throne hall still maintained its original appearance. Countless mechanical clergy and monks were working hard to maintain the operation of the Golden Throne. The air was filled with the smell of ozone. Hundreds of cables were connected to the Golden Throne. Many of the cables were bursting with sparks and malfunctioning sounds.
The ground in front of the Golden Throne was very empty. Other than some patrolling royal guards and armed robot servants, there was no one here. This was very rare for Holy Tara, an extremely crowded planet.
After such a long time, the Child of a Thousand Sores geno prototype Magnus could not remember what Holy Tara looked like when he saw it during the Great Expedition. His memory was sometimes clear and sometimes blurry. Magnus could feel that there was still some kind of darkness lurking in the depths of his heart. In this darkness, he could hear the angry roars and curses of Tzeentch. The God of Darkness seemed to be blaming the Lord of Humans for taking away his favorite toy. After a short period of cursing, Tzeentch would try to seduce Magnus again and let him return to his arms.
Unfortunately, Magnus had been Tzeentch's demon prince for 10,000 years. He knew Tzeentch's little tricks very well. He knew that Tzeentch's promise might not be a lie, but the Evil God would never fulfill his wish in the way that the believer wanted. At least, Magnus could control himself for now. He closed his eyes, and the whispers of the Evil God quickly faded away. In the golden light of Holy Tara, in the extremely orderly square formation, Tzeentch only had a few chances to touch this place.
Magnus sat on the golden throne with his eyes closed, controlling the operation of the machine. He would often dream of the days and nights of the Flame of Prospelo, seeing his own children being slaughtered over and over again. At the end of each illusion, Rimanrus' ugly face would appear in Magnus' hallucinations.
Sure enough, the person he hated the most was still him.
At the same time, after sitting on the Golden Throne, Magnus began to understand the glorious achievements of the former Prime Minister of the Empire, Macado. Because the Emperor also worked in the Throne Room, the King of Humans had always been the indisputable master of this huge Empire. He was the only one who could solve all the problems. He could suppress the excessive authority of the court, deny the decisions made by the Supreme Leader's Council, stop the worst cruelty of the Gray Knights and the Dark Angels, and also stop the endless long speeches of Luo Jia and the Empire's Pope. Only the Emperor and the former Macado had the ability to deal with all these.
If Magnus was willing to be more honest, he might have told his god-like father that he now understood Macado's great achievements. In the few years he sat on the Golden Throne, Magnus witnessed the arrival of countless people with his own eyes. The geno prototype, the Black Star Trooper Division Commander, the President of the Administration, the Pope, the Pope, the Sage of the Machinery Faith, the representatives of the Court of Judges, the Commander of the Astral Army, the Special Envoy of the Ministry of Justice, the Special Envoy of the Navigator, the Host of the Star Speech College, the Special Envoy of the Empire's Navy, the General of the Empire's Guard, the Political Commissar of the Loyal Heir College, the Combat Nuns who worshipped the Emperor, the General of the Wanderer Dynasty who had the permission to trade, the Imperial Guard who had completed the mission, and the spokespersons of the Empire's Chamber of Commerce.
These people came wave after wave, endlessly coming to the Throne Hall. They made their own requests and suggestions to the Emperor. Some were important, and some were worthless. Countless things needed to be handled by the Emperor. He used the Court of Judges and the Supreme Leader's Council to convey his will to all the places that the light of the star beacons could still illuminate.
The Court of Judges saw the Emperor's return as an opportunity for them to improve and further regulate their behavior. The Supreme Leader's Council thought the Emperor's return was a guarantee for them to regain their power. The Empire's Pope was plotting something, sniffing out the opportunity to gain benefits. There was no doubt that they all had to obey the Emperor's will, but that did not mean they did not have their own ideas.
The Emperor calmly and coldly dealt with all of this. The Regent of the Empire, Lord Kiliman, was now on an unyielding expedition. Everything had to be handled by him. The Human King did not seem tired at all. Time seemed to have lost its meaning in the Throne Hall.
Finally, after a long time, the Human King finished dealing with all the things at hand. His cold face stared at a report. "It came to harass you again?"
"I'm used to it." Magnus opened his eyes. He knew what the Emperor was talking about. "It feels like a joke. It's quite interesting. I used to be annoyed, but now I'm looking forward to what it will say next time."
"Tzeentch, you always come up with new tricks for me." The Human King did not say anything more. He just stood there and took out a bottle of wine from the freezer in the stasis force field nearby. He took a sip. If someone recognized the wine, it was printed with the coat of arms of the Duke of Vanford, "Pure White Pegasus," and the name of the wine, "Lysarius."
The Emperor's special wine was now the top luxury in the entire Holy Tara. No one knew if it was the best wine, but it was the Emperor's favorite. That was enough.
Other than the geno prototype, only three people had received a bottle of this wine as a reward when they met the Emperor. They were Political Commissar Sebastian Eric, Political Commissar Abraham Gunter, and Political Commissar Keyes Kane.
It was worth mentioning that after the first two political commissars received the reward, they immediately drank it to express their gratitude. Only Political Commissar Keyes Kane called a group of his friends to taste it together. He even dared to sell a small cup to a wanderer who came because of the wine's reputation.
This fellow had almost been caught and burned by the Orthodoxy and the Combat Nuns. Even though the Emperor had opened his golden mouth and said that since Political Commissar Cain had been rewarded, how he dealt with it was his own business, the entire Orthodoxy and the Combat Nuns still gnashed their teeth in hatred over this matter.
Magnus licked his lips and said, "Father, can I have a cup?"
"You can only drink this." The Emperor picked up a green can of drink from the table.
The cylindrical can was thrown at Magnus. Not far from the golden throne, it was stopped by the psionic power of the Son of a Thousand Sores. Magnus took the can and looked at it.
"Green Gold Bull Canned Liquid Enhancement Function Drink (Machinery Faith Trial Version). Make your muscles stronger!"
"This is … a new product of the Machinery Faith?" Magnus looked at the six legs, two tails, and four horns "Gold Bull" design on the can. The Son of Red hesitated for a long time whether or not he should drink it. He simply read the words on the can. "The only liquid refresher designated by the military! All natural ingredients! Provides health and energy enhancement! Taste and kill enemies. Feel the blessings brought by the name of the Emperor! "
After thinking for a long time, Magnus felt that if he drank too much of this thing, something bad would happen. He put the can to the side and shook his head mockingly. "It's definitely not something good. Father, if there's something good, you'll only think of Laing, not us."
"Zhuang Sen tried it. He liked it very much." The Emperor held the newspaper in his hand. The Lord of Humans was reading the newspaper. "The difference is that the Green Gold Bull he drank was made from the milk he stole from Angren."
"Angran …" Who would've thought that when Magnus heard Angran's name, he would let out a dissatisfied grumble. "Father, why did you let Angran become an old farmer on Leon's side? Now is the time when people are needed! "
Envy and jealousy spread throughout the throne room.
"A disobedient Angren? A brainless brute? "The Emperor's expression was indifferent." He can't even compare to an ordinary member of the Imperial Guard! "
Magnus raised an eyebrow. He wanted to ask more, but the Emperor had no intention of continuing on this topic. "I'll give you the chance to ask two more questions, Magnus."
"… Then can you tell me what you talked about with the Death God of the Astrals and Kirliman's Astral daughter-in-law?" Magnus thought carefully for a moment, then hurriedly asked, "Also, I can sense that the Astrals' God of Laughter, Xi Lego. You talked to him in the network!"
The Imperial Guard, who had been on guard, immediately glared at Magnus. Compared to Magnus, the Imperial Guard clearly favored Robert Kirliman's abilities more.
"No. Also, Magnus, you have been Tzeentch's demon prince for 10,000 years. Your brain is broken. These are two questions, not one." The Emperor looked at the robot servant, who was flying back and forth in the air. "There is one more question."
"Ha!" Magnus thought, "You are an asshole of a father. You have no feelings. You deserve to sit on the golden throne for 10,000 years."
The Child of a Thousand Sores geno prototype no longer hoped the Emperor would answer his questions. He was thinking about how to disgust his father.
"Father, congratulations! Your first grandson is born!" Magnus sat on the golden throne and laughed. "Don't you want to go and take a look? Your grandson calls the Xenomorph God his mother. Ha ha ha ha ha! What does the great God-King think about this? Don't you think the Xenomorph God is very annoying? "
The Imperial Guard, who was stationed in Laing's territory, regularly reported to the human leader about Laing. Last time, they sent him a picture of a baby. That picture was now framed and placed in the throne room. The Emperor would occasionally look at the picture of the baby for a few seconds before going back to his work.
"… Magnus, if you want to make me angry, then I can only tell you that you have failed." Surprisingly, the Emperor still looked calm and cold.
"I want you to answer my question, Father!" Magnus was angry. "You still haven't answered my question!"
"If I wanted to kill her, I would have had countless opportunities to do so," the Emperor said. The Emperor spoke out. He stared at Magnus. "That was just a threat and a threat. I never planned on killing her. Do you want to know why? Magnus? "
"Of course, Father!" Magnus could feel that the conversation had returned to the Emperor. He thought about that d * mn old man, but he could not help but be curious.
"Because I found out …"
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