As for Laing's coronation ceremony, many of the Old World's factions were secretly paying attention to it. Apart from the Empire, the wood elves, and the high elves, there were several other factions that were also paying close attention to Laing's coronation ceremony.
For example, Noska's Warrior of the Four Gods of Chaos, Ulfric the Wanderer. This famous Warrior of the Four Gods of Chaos had wanted to take advantage of this opportunity to come to Colona more than once to challenge a champion. However, due to the patrols of the Sea God's fleet and his lack of confidence in himself, Ulfric took a boat and observed the coastline for a while before deciding to retreat and wait for the next opportunity.
Another example was Kislöw's female Tsar, Katarina. Although this female Tsar didn't come, it didn't mean that she didn't care. Aurora had met with Katarina after dealing with the matters of the Garland Council. After confirming that Laing wouldn't provide any aid or reinforcements for Kislöw, she decided not to come. In fact, it wasn't that Katarina didn't want to come from the beginning, but that she gave up after learning about the situation from Aurora. However, Aurora didn't mention it, and Laing didn't ask because there was no need for it.
As for Tyrell, the appearance of these people was no different from a provocation.
Apart from these factions, there was another faction in the Old World that was very interested in Laing's coronation ceremony.
It was the vampires, the nobles of the Midnight.
Even though Laing had killed the Red Duke and eliminated the Grand Necromancer of Blackstone Stronghold, Heinrich Kaimler, and recovered Musillon, as long as there were human kingdoms, there would be vampires lurking. In northern Brittany, there were still a few vampires hiding in the cities and villages.
As everyone knew, the vampires were divided into moderate and extremist factions. The extremist faction hoped to eliminate most of the living and establish a great Undead Empire on the remains of the human kingdoms.
The Moderates hoped that the Extremists could wipe out most of the living and build a great Undead Empire on the wreckage of the human kingdom.
Under certain conditions, the moderates and extremists of the vampires would transform into each other. For example, if the humans were strong, the vampires might be moderates. If the humans were weak or had serious internal strife, the moderates would transform into extremists. When the undead army was destroyed, many extremist vampires would suddenly call themselves moderates, emphasizing that the undead and the living could coexist.
This is known as the vampire law of uncertainty.
Therefore, Laing had always believed that only dead vampires were good vampires. However, vampires were too powerful in the human countries. Just as Nefrata had said, in the Empire, her orders were more effective than Karl-franz's imperial edict.
Now that Laing had ascended the throne, two groups of vampires had sent a lot of people to Kurona to gather information.
They were the vampires of Lemia and the vampires of the Von Karstein family.
After a round of scouting, the city was filled with Holy Grail Knights leading a large group of elite troops to patrol, and the Lake God's Prophets monitoring every street. Therefore, the two groups of vampires did not have the chance to cause trouble in the palace or the racetrack of the Lion Ring. Lemia's vampires had received a clear order from Nefrata not to make things difficult for Leon. The Knight King was still useful for the time being, so they left after scouting around.
The vampires of the Von Karstein family stayed behind.
Draco Von Karstein had always been proud of his noble bloodline and ancient glory. He was the descendant of the first vampire count, Vlad Von Karstein. This time, he had brought his men to Kurona to teach Laing and the rest a lesson they would never forget.
Since he couldn't cause trouble in the palace or the racetrack of the Lion's Ring, he decided to create a bloodbath in Kurona!
It just so happened that his informant in Kurona had reported an important piece of information. The Duke of Marienburg, Vanderguber Schultz, did not attend the tournament. He had booked the entire hotel!
Schultz was the archenemy of the Von Karstein family! He had killed Mondvall von Castein, one of Vlad's subordinates, and uprooted the vampires' thousand-year plan in Marlinburg. The Grand Duke of Marlinburg had long been on the von Castein family's must-kill list. Now, the chance had come!
If I can turn Schultz into a vampire, the old ancestor will definitely reward me handsomely when he comes back to life, Draco thought happily.
Schultz's death would definitely cause a huge diplomatic and political fallout. The trust between Brittany and the Empire would be destroyed. The House of Marienburg and the House of Marienburg would fight to the death for the position of Grand Duke, and it would take decades for the chaos to subside. This was what the vampires loved the most. Or rather, it was what the Von Karstein family loved the most.
The vampires changed into noble attire and disguised themselves as patrolling soldiers under the cover of night. They took the opportunity to knock on the door of the hotel.
Knock, knock, knock.
"Is anyone there?"
"We're here to check for suspicious people!"
The knocking became more and more urgent. "Please open the door quickly!"
The five vampires and Schultz looked at each other. Only little Devenhill was still eating.
"Your men?" Zhuang Sen had already reached for the greatsword beside him. He asked Schultz.
"How could they be my men?" Schultz was also confused. The judge shook his head. "Impossible. My men are all in another hotel."
"Are they Laing's men?" Vulcan asked casually as he was busy eating skewers.
"I don't know." Angelo thought for a moment. Today was Laing's big day, so it was better not to mess around. "How about this? I'll open the door and show them the documents."
"Hurry up. My patience is limited," Zhuang Sen said impatiently.
Angelo got up and opened the door. "You're here. What's the matter? We don't have any suspicious people here. You've got the wrong people! "
Seeing that the person who opened the door was a burly man wearing a straw hat, Draco Von Karstein showed a bloodthirsty smile. He reached out his hand and tried to push Angelo away. "Get out of my way. I suspect that this hotel has been corrupted by the undead. There's a vampire among you!"
Angelo stood in front of them like an iron tower. Seeing this, Draco had to force his way around him. Angelo was still muttering, "You've got the wrong people. There's only a few of us in the hotel! This is our documents! "
Seeing that the intruders were so rude, Vulcan had already pulled little Devenhill to his side. Zhuang Sen and Clarkson had already stood up.
Draco had a bad feeling, but the vampire soon found Schultz. He laughed and signaled his men to close the door. "Schultz, I've found you!"
"May I know why you're here at this time of the night?" Schultz had already recognized the faces of these people. Grand Duke Marlinburg drew his sword from his waist and said, "Unfortunately, you chose the wrong time."
"No, I think it's appropriate, very appropriate." Draco bared his fangs. "What do you think will happen if Emperor Karl and King Leon find your dead body outside the gates of Culona tomorrow? What do you think will happen to them? Isn't this the most appropriate time? "
"Humph!" Schultz shook his head helplessly and drew his sword.
At this moment, even the slow-witted Angelo understood who the guests were. He tossed his straw hat away and said, "Alright, brothers, we really do have an affinity with vampires. My only request is that you don't tear down the hotel."
"I'll try my best." Clarkson reached out his black claws. "Vulcan, protect our nephew."
"Roger that."
"I'll make you repent," Zhuang Sen said coldly.
"Repent? You're all going to die here today! " Draco was furious at the intruders' attitude and tone. He drew his undead bone sword. "The world belongs to the dead!"
"Ahhhhhhh!" The vampires turned into bats and charged at Schultz.
"For the Emperor!"
… I'm the line that will make you repent …
At the same time, in the outskirts of Culona, in an ancient and abandoned Grail Church.
The darkness of the night could not conceal the dazzling golden light emanating from a certain supreme being. Under the power of the light, the ancient pond and the abandoned buildings nearby seemed to be infected and regenerated with endless vitality. The nearby serfs thought that it was a lady who had manifested, and they all surrounded the ruins of the church and knelt down to worship.
In the woods near the church, the Lord of Humans was having a conversation.
"Greetings, Godfather. I'm honored that you didn't kill me immediately," a sweet female voice said in Gothic.
"… You have Laing's pure psionic energy on you, as well as his mark," the Emperor said coldly. "Also, you don't have the right to call me Godfather, at least until you get my approval."
"Is that so? Then how do I get your approval? "The voice continued to come from all directions in the woods.
"…" The Emperor did not answer. He only looked in a certain direction. "Your magic can't hide you from me, Alien."
"… How rude of me, Godfather." A thick black fog and dark magic aura spread in the woods. A beautiful dark elf appeared from the darkness. She used a maid's headscarf to tie up her long black hair. She wore a black-and-white maid's outfit, white thick pantyhose, black pointy heels, and a fox fur coat. The beautiful dark elf slowly walked to the Emperor and bowed deeply. "Nice to meet you. It's my honor to introduce myself. My name is Olica, Olica Lendia. I'm Laing's personal maid."
"… Tell me, where is that thing?" The Emperor's eyes were like lightning. He pointed his golden flaming claws at Olica. "Also, you don't have the right to call me Godfather yet."
"It has been calling for you." Olica ignored the Emperor's pressure. The dark elf could see that Laing's father was worried. She smiled sweetly. "For ten thousand years, it has been wandering in endless nightmares and pain. It kept calling your name. I used to think that the Emperor it was talking about was Cha on the other side of the mountain … until you appeared last time."
"… Go on," the Emperor said coldly, but his voice was trembling. His guess was becoming a reality.
"The Pale Queen got this lost soul in a subspace storm." The dark elf took out a golden soul from her arms. "It was lost and left its body. It was very powerful, but it was cursed. A very powerful curse. In the cursed dream, we saw again and again a supreme being who had fallen beyond redemption use his claws to strangle it in a glorious palace. He used a secret technique blessed by the Evil Gods of Chaos to kill it completely."
The golden soul emitted a dazzling light and a warm temperature. The power of light filled the entire forest. Loyalty, love, and strict self-discipline. In the circle of light, there was a pair of white wings on both sides of a drop of blood. The bright light was not dazzling at all. Instead, it made all the plants in the forest move in its direction, wanting to touch the light of hope.
"St. Giles!!!" The Emperor finally lost his color. "As expected!"
"This soul is called St. Giles?" Olica immediately disappeared in the shadow, but the dark elf did not leave. She just took a step back. "I don't know, but since you want it, Godfather, I will return it to you."
"St. Giles! My son … "The Emperor reached out and took the blood-red winged soul from Olica. His face was slightly happy at first, but it soon turned into a faint anger." The curse of Chaos is still there. St. Giles' soul is still being tortured. "
"The Pale Queen spent ten thousand years to repair his broken soul." Olica bowed respectfully. "But she could not remove the curse of the Evil Gods. The power of Chaos is too strong. I once asked Death God Moore for help, but Moore could not do anything about this curse."
"…" The Emperor reached out and held the golden soul. He put it on his chest and closed his eyes. He did not speak for a long time.
Olica looked at the Lord of Humans with a smile and did not speak.
After a long time, the Emperor opened his mouth. "I can't help it. St. Giles' fragile soul can't follow me through the eternal giant subspace storm. Here, my power is not enough to help St. Giles expel the curse. This curse was woven by the Four Gods of Chaos. It was originally used to deal with me."
In fact, Olica didn't fully understand what the emperor was saying, but this didn't stop the dark elf from smiling sweetly and speaking her thoughts. "Foster Father, the underground gods of the elves can't do anything about the curse, but according to the Pale Queen's idea, there might be an ancient elven artifact that can help this soul expel the curse of the evil god."
"… Say it." The Emperor did not refute Olica's name this time. His attention was on the golden soul in his hand.
"It is rumored that the High Elves …"
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