Login with GoogleChapter 1: The Death of the Tyrant
Year 1314 of the Empire.
Roaring flames engulfed the ancient buildings, shrouding the historic imperial capital Rome in a sea of war.
Before the war, regardless of how many cultural crystallizations and historical relics this city possessed, it would be futile. It was destined to be trampled and destroyed, as if they too were symbols of the empire, uprooted by the angry alliance army.
Statues of military leaders, founding heroes, aristocrats, poets, and legendary mentors were all overturned, and so few punishments have been so complete in the history of the world.
This clearly proves that the war itself was not a normal transfer of power but rather an uprising from the bottom-up, a class revolution.
The aristocratic class, once high and mighty for centuries, has lost their last bit of resistance.
Fear, blood, and fire ravage the city.
The battle was completely one-sided.
The expected average quality of the royal army was simply laughable.
A legion of as many as 30,000 was crushed by the rebels' three charges. Compared to the enemy's sophisticated tactical system, which involved coordinating the use of ground and cavalry, the imperial army, which only knew how to launch cavalry charges and infantry gun formations, had already fallen behind in the concept of war.
Not to mention the steel mouths that spewed out hot flames capable of shattering walls from kilometers away, as well as the Swords of Judgment that fell from the sky.
There would be no miracles happening.
The wall, christened with the name of the Holy Virgin Mary, had finally met its day of destruction.
When the pure wall of Mary, which has not served anyone in the millenniums to come, was penetrated by blood and fire, the battle had already ended.
What remained was only a sweeping.
Executing the nobles who refused to surrender; holding them accountable for their crimes; and overthrowing the decadent dynasty.
The roar of the rebel armies from different places spread throughout every corner of the imperial capital.
"Kill the tyrant!"
"Kill the tyrant!"
"Kill the tyrant!"
The furious roar was deafening, as if it would never stop until everything was covered in blood.
…
The royal palace complex was named after the founding emperor as Versailles.
The Palace of Versailles' architecture has become a unique style of historical preservation.
The prevailing color scheme here was pure white, resembling a blooming white lily on the Earth when viewed from afar.
The palace took seven centuries and countless human and financial resources to construct, and was itself a monument of architectural history.
In terms of use, it was built as a fortress-like citadel, a city within a city.
A network of 197 secret passages ran through it, utilizing its irregular structure to the highest potential and providing the shortest route for deployment; within an hour's time, troops could occupy every corner of the wall and block every possible entrance.
The talents of the war and architecture scholars from hundreds of years ago were fully demonstrated at the beginning of the design.
Unfortunately, it was completely useless.
Because even the most practical design required people to carry it out.
To guard the grand Versailles Palace, there should be at least three thousand knights.
In present day Versailles Palace, there were less than fifty guards left.
"What a rubbish architectural structure…it's useless."
"Direct firepower coverage is enough. Even if the load-bearing structure of this building is strong, it will definitely collapse after three days of continuous bombardment."
"If it still can't work, we'll have to resort to seismic surgery or orbital bombardment… If we stay huddled behind the city walls, we'll be an easy target, buried alive within minutes. We won't need to dig graves, wait two to three days, enjoy hot pot, and sing songs, while waiting for the people inside to be buried alive."
"Can't you understand such a simple truth?"
All of the above views came from the mouth of the Empire's ruling monarch, Emperor Bai Wei.
He was destined to leave a significant mark in the history of the Empire. As the last Emperor, not only did he lose all of his family's wealth, he also brought complete ruin to the whole Empire, even triggering a class revolution, and ultimately leading to the end of the feudal system.
In this regard, it was difficult for him to face his ancestors with any dignity.
However, the last Emperor was at the height of his happiness, with a healthy and infectious smile, like Kennedy sitting in an open-top car.
He nonchalantly sat on the throne, flipping through the old blueprints presented by the royal knights.
Even after dismissing everyone from the palace, the only soldiers who remained were those who once drew their swords to swear loyalty to the emperor.
Should this be considered honor or foolish loyalty?
Bai Wei didn't admire or dislike these people, he waved his hand and sent these loyal knights away to guard outside the doors.
He threw the drawings in his hand to the side, snapped his fingers, and flames burned the crystallization of wisdom on the drawings to ashes, without a slightest hint of remorse.
"In the future, these will no longer be needed."
He stood up from the throne, glanced back at the seat, and was about to burn it together.
At this moment, footsteps approached, and a figure walked in the shadow of the columns in the vast palace.
It was a woman, with silver-gray long hair, wearing a thick dust-proof cloak, not gorgeous, but embroidered with violet patterns.
The tall woman took off the hood of the cloak. The sound of her footsteps went from indistinct to clear as she walked on the crystal-clear floor in high heels.
The woman under the hood had a perfect figure, and the tight-fitting black suit and corset outlined her curves. The high heels made her height almost 1.9 meters. Her long legs walked on the reflective glass, fatally tempting. Her silver-gray short hair with a calm tone, the violet pattern on her cheeks, and light purple eye shadow further enhanced her pure and seductive mature charm, like an assassin and a secret agent at the same time.
However, her actual identity was the number one secret agent of the secret organization under Bai Wei, the "Black Rose".
She was even a descendant of the Chaotic Witches, which should have long been eliminated by the Empire and the Holy Church working together.
The witch made a slight bow, dropped to one knee, and knelt before the young man in submission.
"Greetings, Your Majesty."
"Ah, my dear Charlotte, you have finally returned. I truly desire to embrace your willowy waist with my bear-like arms, and to offer you a consoling kiss for all your toil, so as to avoid your overly affectionate gaze upon me. Ah, damn this translated tone. You must know that since your departure, I have thought of you day and night, unable to rest for three days and three nights…"
"…Your Majesty, please behave appropriately."
"It's tough, you see, I'm about to die." Bai Wei patted the throne.
"If Your Majesty doesn't wish to perish, I can immediately take you away," Charlotte lifted her emerald eyes.
"That won't do. I've been waiting for this scene for too long. How can guests leave before the main course arrives?" Bai Wei sat back on his throne, revealing a pure, youthful smile. "Tell me, Grey Cat, how is the situation over there?"
"It's going smoothly… almost no changes."
"Almost?"
"They are even more restrained than I expected, to the point where a few escaped our grasp."
"No matter. A few fish cannot reverse the situation. The foundation of the nobility isn't their noble bloodline, but rather a set of established rules. Once the Empire collapses, without wealth or those rules, they are completely finished." Bai Wei propped his cheek. "Did we burn everything that needed to be burned?"
"Yes."
"Who should be killed?"
"Snow Leopard, Koi Fish, and Oleander are hunting them."
"When the rebels break in, let them retreat. We've come this far, and the witches have already done enough work."
"I'll inform them."
"Gray Cat."
"Please command." The witch humbly lowered her head.
"You are free now."
The young man, unaware of when he had walked down from the throne, raised his hand and lightly touched the witch's cheek. Where he touched, black rose petals scattered and fell to the ground, shattering into shards of glistening light.
"The Black Rose Oath will come to an end."
"According to the promise, the curses of your witch clan will disappear, and the infamous name of the Chaotic Witches will be cleansed."
"This groundless guilt will be pardoned by Emperor Bai Wei himself."
"You will find a peaceful abode in a corner of the kingdom to rest and rejuvenate. If you dislike the unchanging weather of the kingdom, you can also visit the Cherry Island in the far east. With the existing steam ferry, it takes about half a year to reach. There are also fat birds in the polar region that cannot fly, you can also go and take a look, but don't…"
"Anyway, you have worked hard, and so have all of you."
"You all ran around for me, such a willful and extreme tyrant."
"I am sorry. I have been blackmailing you for so long with this matter as leverage."
The witch stared in amazement at the young man who was so close. His eyes were so clear and his words so sincere, just like the boy she met when she was young.
She gently bit her lip, didn't back away, but pressed her cheek closer, feeling the warmth and tenderness.
Like a clever black cat that has only been touched on the hair.
Until the young man withdrew his palm, Gray Cat spoke again.
"With all due respect, Your Majesty… it's not over yet."
"Yes, but it will be soon."
"You should go first… the person I'm waiting for will be here soon, can't let her see you."
"Then please allow me to presumptuously wait for Your Majesty at the designated place…." She still stubbornly didn't want to leave.
The young man agreed and with ease wittily replied, "Then you'll have to dig me up from the grave."
The witch revealed an extremely subtle smile, instantly charming and captivating.
She transformed into mottled gray mist and dove back into the shadows.
The heavily guarded imperial castle, in reality, had leaks all around and had long been open for anyone to come and go as they pleased.
Bai Wei leaned back on the throne, looking up at the high ceiling that was nearly fifty meters above the grand hall.
Taking back his gaze and closing his eyes, the youth stood in the center of the magnificent and seemingly fragile palace like a bubble that could burst at any moment. He finally regained the authority as the ruler, his pitch-black eyes now covered in the representation of power and dignity in the form of a golden hue.
At the end of the hall, the doors rumbled with a thunderous sound, the cries of battle and the sound of impact constantly ringing in the ears.
Terrifying waves of sound rushed in, the most top-notch holy realm mages and grandmaster martial artists fighting outside, truly a magnificent stage.
In just a few short minutes, the doors of the hall opened a crack, and sunlight shone through the shadowy hall, its radiance like a straight sword extending all the way to the Emperor's feet.
What caught the eye were thunder and flames.
It was the Sword Master of the Divine Court who wielded dragons, storms, and falling stars.
The only superior spirit in the world.
An epic tale of a living being who had penetrated the thirteen levels of the Demon Sealing Abyss.
She was the spiritual leader of the rebellion alliance and the highest ruler of the union.
Liliana White.
The Dragonborn raised her sharp sword and proceeded to kill, entirely coated in crimson. Her eyes were mirrored with different colors due to the protection of the upper-ranking spirit, one being azure, the other one scarlet.
She gazed sarcastically at the emperor sitting on the throne from a considerable distance.
Now, that distance would only take one step to reach, which she had never been so close to before.
Faced with this enemy for whom she harbored deep hatred, no matter how she warned herself to stay calm, she could not quell the burning anger in her heart.
The angry dragon breath accumulated in her chest, filling the flame bag under the Dragonborn's chest. The clothes were burned scorching hot by the flames below her chest.
She spat out a hot flame.
The magnificent palace turned into scorched earth in the blink of an eye.
In a flash of fire, the palace was devastated beyond recognition, yet the throne remained intact.
The Emperor's golden pupils, symbolizing power, meant that he too was one of the rare few strongest in this world, not some delicate decoration that could be shattered by a mere touch.
"Have you come all the way to me…you despicable lowlifes, half-breeds, and mutants…"
The Emperor remained seated, sneering, "Do you really think a group of miscellaneous people can overthrow my Empire?"
"Lowlifes?"
"Half-breeds?"
The Dragonborn gnashed her teeth against her fangs, as a blaze of fury consumed her heart. She had never hated anyone so much before, not even when she was a captive slave who was beaten by her master when she was young. Never before had she felt such intense shame.
"Just wait, wait until I drag you off that chair and tear you into pieces. Only then will you realize what regret truly means!"
Liliana roared as she charged towards the Emperor's throne.
Initially a slave with nothing to lose, she dared to kill the noble emperor who had everything.
The furious Sword Master of the Divine Court was as sharp and unstoppable as a god.
The sword light turned heaven and earth into pure white.
Staking everything on the sword, Liliana struggled to break through the golden domain inch by inch, so weak that she could have collapsed at any moment.
But she persisted relentlessly, slowly piercing through the Emperor's body, connecting even with the seemingly sacred throne.
The sword of the Dragonborn pierced through the Emperor's flesh, and as she gazed upon the fading golden light in the youth's eyes, every inch of her being was filled with exultation and bliss.
She emerged victorious.
The tyrant was finally going to perish!
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