Edge of the Apocalypse

Chapter 1108: Night of the Imperial Capital

The gentle moonlight flowed through the streets of Oliska like water, leaving behind mottled shadows beneath the bell tower and high walls. Although the night was dark, it was not dim. Above the sky, stars shone, and flames appeared in the northern night sky, as if there were flames surging above the nebula. If the gentle moonlight was a woman, then the prosperous and beautiful Ollesca was a dignified and courteous man, and they snuggled up to each other without distinction.

Many people had already fallen asleep. Too many things had happened today. People could only use sleep to calm down the excitement and anger in their hearts. Yes, angry. The declaration of Lonely Mountain Blaze Fort was no longer a secret. One day's effort was enough to let the people of the capital know everything. Living near the political circles of the entire human kingdom, even the merchants were more concerned about the empire's politics than anywhere else. After hearing the declaration of Blaze Castle, all the taverns in the empire were packed. People drank large mouthfuls of wine in the taverns and loudly scolded Mason for being outrageous. They were even angrier than the king.

That afternoon, Daybreak Castle issued a warning to Duke Mason. This campaign was concise and logical, pointing out that Mason had coerced Old Count Fran, colluded with outsiders, assassinated the king, and other unjust crimes. For this reason, the empire officially banned Mason's title, and demanded that Mason unconditionally open Milahan, Sharp Stone, and Park City; Disbanding the army and personally going to the imperial capital to stand trial.

This manifesto caused the people in the capital to vent their resentment. At the same time, the sales volume of beer in various taverns increased by 30%. In the end, people even shouted Great Emperor's name as they paraded the streets. In the end, of course, they cleaned up the guards and went home.

Only at this time did Olliska truly calm down. Not everyone had fallen asleep, such as the Prime Minister, and Nabott was awake. He was in his study, holding a glass of wine in his hand, and looking out the window at the night scene, he was speechless. The Prime Minister frowned deeply. He was not as optimistic as the people in the Imperial Capital. It was not a good time to launch a crusade against Mason at this time, but the manifesto of the Right Blaze Fort forced Tangerio to make this decision. It could be said that Mason had grasped an excellent opportunity to make a move. At this moment, the north and south armies of Shadow Duchy and the imperial army were bound to respond. With Mason's attack, the number of troops Tangerio could mobilize became limited.

At the very least, Blaze Castle only needed to face the army of the Frost Wind Dragon, and did not need to face multiple elites of the Empire at the same time.

Moreover, according to the information the empire currently possessed, several powerful Lords were known to have joined Mason's alliance. Even after Mason was settled, it still had an unavoidable and far-reaching impact on the empire. Especially when outsiders were surrounded, this kind of influence would be even greater and deeper.

Nabott couldn't help but sigh. If Tangerine Augen had attacked Mason earlier, he wouldn't have caused this situation. But if he did, he wouldn't be Tangerio. It was precisely this kind of mentality that allowed Mason to grasp Great Emperor that allowed him to calmly set up

"I told you not to disturb me, Juste …" Nabott put down his glass and said in a low voice, "I told you not to disturb me, Juste …"

The door to the study was opened, and someone came in and said, "Don't blame poor Juste, for he can't stop me, Your Excellency the Prime Minister." Under the light, Tangelio raised the wine bottle in his hand towards Nabott. At this moment, he was like a drunkard that could be seen everywhere in Ollis Gary. He didn't look like Great Emperor at all. The butler of the Prime Minister beside him helplessly spread out his hands. Nabott shook his head and let the butler leave.

"Your Majesty, why are you here?"

'"It's not obvious. I'm here to drink with you. My good Prime Minister, you should know that there are too few people in the palace who can find someone to drink at ease. It's better to drink with you after thinking about it. Speaking of which, how long has it been since I've been here?" Tangelio pulled a chair and stuffed his tall, sturdy body into the pitiful chair, listening to the giggling of the chair, worrying whether it would collapse for Great Emperor.

"It has been several years, Your Majesty." Replied the Prime Minister.

'"Now I'm not some bullshit emperor. I'm just a middle-aged man with a troubled mind. Nabott, why did you say Mason did this? Other than the throne, I can't give it to him. I've already given him everything I can. He's still so unsatisfied." Tangelio picked up the bottle and sent it to his mouth. He already smelled of alcohol. Of course, even if he drank it for three days and three nights, Great Emperor would not be drunk unless he wanted to get drunk.

The current situation was obviously the latter.

"The human heart is a bottomless pit, Your Majesty. The python is not as big as an elephant, but it wants to swallow the elephant in its stomach. That is because of desire."

"What about you, Nabott? Tell me, what do you want?"

"I want the empire to flourish and the outsiders to be invaders. I want no more lords, no more unification, no more war. Whether it's the outsiders or the lords, Your Majesty, I'm from a humble background, but because of that, I see more than anyone else," Nabott said with a clear gaze.

Tangelio looked at him blankly and sighed for a long time, "I don't have so much trouble getting people like you."

"That's obviously impossible, as long as you sit in that seat."

Nabott paused and changed the subject, not wanting to remind Tangerio of the things that troubled him. "But today, I was surprised that His Majesty would agree to Julian's expedition. After all, Hawson seems to be a more suitable candidate than Julian."

"What? Aren't you happy for your students? With the merits of fighting Mason, Julian is the crown prince." '"Do you have any more wine?" Tangelio shook the bottle.

Naboo nodded his head and called for the butler to fetch the wine. "So His Majesty has already made up his mind about the Crown Prince."

"I do have some ideas." Tangelio put down the bottle and looked out of the window at the night. "Of all the princes, Hawson is undoubtedly the one who has the most appetite for the old fellows like Roderick," he said. But look, Prime Minister. After we defeat the Shadow Duchy, the empire needs a period of rest. However, if Hawson were to be the head of this country, he would probably listen to Roderick's militarism. That way, we would not be able to afford to expend our national strength. "

'"Julian's martial power is not obvious, but his victory is steady and gentle. He is suited to be king during the rest of the empire, even more suited than I am. Of course, if he is not assisted by someone like Earl Allen, that would not be possible. At the very least, he must have the force to suppress the opposition in order to be able to secure the position I gave him."

The butler knocked on the door and a servant pushed the dining cart in. There was not only wine in the dining car, but also honey-roasted chicken, cream cake, grapes, apples and other fruits and vegetables. Tangerio spread his hands and looked at Nabott, "Is this trying to fat me? My good Prime Minister, do you want your king to look like a Fatty?" josei

"You're in a bad mood, Your Majesty, and I heard that food can make people happy."

"I think you're right. I'm in a much better mood now." Tangelio tore off a chicken leg and put it to his mouth to bite. "There's actually nothing to worry about. It's just sending a brother to the gallows. Ha, how simple. I've done so many things before. Why bother with this one more time?"

Nabott chose to remain silent. Tangelio's heavy gaze could no longer tell how simple it was.

The Prime Minister looked out of the window. The night was dark.

Above the clouds, where Nabott's vision was poor, a nocturnal flying beast slid through the sky over the silvery clouds dyed with the moonlight. The triangular head of the flying beast was covered with eyeballs as it leisurely slid through the clouds. Suddenly, he felt something. All of his eyes looked up, and in those eyes with different colors, stars and sky curtains were reflected. The flying beast's line of sight even pierced through the planet's atmosphere and saw what was happening somewhere in space. As if frightened, its streamlined, flat body plunged upwards and disappeared into the clouds.

In the cosmic space outside Heaven Star, a space suddenly bulged like a bubble. Then, a ray of light appeared in the middle. The rays of light separated on both sides, revealing one of the colorful spatial passages. From this spatial passageway, a starship jumped out. The red skeletons on both sides of the ship were bizarre and eye-catching, unforgettable. The starship stayed in space outside Heaven Star. A moment later, the bottom cabin opened and a small flying ship slid out.

The flying ship was dark red. When it slid out of the hull of the mother ship, the wings on both sides spread out, making the hull appear triangular. With a flash of flame from the stern engine, the flying ship flew towards Heaven's Star in the past. As it enters the atmosphere, it spreads its beautiful wings of flame from space.

After entering the planet's interior, the flying ship gradually disappeared and disappeared into thin air.

In the ship's control room, two hands were constantly stroking a red triangular crystal floating in the air. Every time he stroked it, the triangular crystal would rotate to different angles, and circles of waves would spread out. Each wave energy was a set of commands in exchange for feedback from the ship's brain. Stark's eyes flickered with countless jumps of information. Starship Wisdom's brain directly projected these data onto a crystal plate in front of the Pirate Emperor. Only Stark could understand the symbols and characters on it. Even the simplest symbol contained a huge amount of data.

When his hand left the triangular crystal, the crystal plate descended and became a tray for the crystal.

Stark looked at the ship's porthole. At this moment, the ship silently swept past the ground. The porthole reflected the images of the earth forest and river city. Looking at this, Stark said softly, "This is still a young planet. The creatures that reproduce on this planet are still very backward. However, their understanding and control of Origin Energy is not inferior to any other advanced civilization. Not only that, the planet is filled with Origin Energy, so this place is rich in resources."

The two purple-clothed Swordslaves walked to Stark's side. One of them looked at Stark's almost perfect side and said, "Master, I don't understand. Since the person you're looking for is on this planet, why didn't you directly enter the planet to capture him? Why should you be so careful?"