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Chapter 647 Death

"Your Majesty is still not fully recovered, Dragon General Lelia hasn't returned yet, and Dragon General Qi Tian is out hunting assassins. It's not the right time for me to leave."

"If there is anything important, let the eldest prince come and speak himself."

Ophelia didn't want to get involved in this turmoil, so she simply rejected the other party's invitation.

The official who came to invite him wanted to say a few more words to win him over, but suddenly noticed a figure approaching, so he said nothing more and turned away.

The person who came was the haggard-looking Sixth Prince Ruiyun.

"My eldest brother is really quick."

Ruiyun laughed self-deprecatingly, his hair messy as a mess, and looked at his old friend beside him: "Ophelia, is Dad...really unable to hold on?"

Ophelia glanced back at the closed door and sighed softly, "The Secret Order's methods have improved again. Your Majesty's injuries have affected your mind, and there's no medicine that can cure them. We're just trying to keep him alive and awake for a while."

It is extremely disrespectful to discuss the leader of a country in this way.

But firstly, the identities of the two parties in the conversation were special, and secondly, the imperial style was open-minded, and there was no one else around, so no one cared about these things.

"We had just won a war, and everything should be on track, but we ended up facing such a drastic change!"

Ruiyun pounded the wall angrily, hatred in his eyes: "Everyone in the Secret Society must be executed!"

"Don't worry, Your Highness. General Qi Tianlong has already led his troops out and is doing his best to capture the remnants of the Secret Society.

The Holy Master of the Secret Order was also seriously injured by me and can't escape."

"That's good."

Ruiyun breathed a sigh of relief and turned to leave.

Ophelia looked at the other person's desolate back and suddenly asked, "About that... don't you have any idea at all?"

Ruiyun paused.

He understood what Ophelia was talking about, the throne.

Now, several of their brothers have taken more or less action, and the eldest prince even went directly to Ophelia to win her over.

However, the Sixth Prince did not make any move and devoted himself to his work.

This surprised and puzzled those who were closely following his movements.

For a moment, I couldn't tell whether he was pretending or had really given up.

Ophelia and Ruiyun have been friends for many years, so she could ask directly.

Ruiyun stopped and said disheartenedly, "I'm not interested in participating in this, but when it comes to governing a country, Third Brother is a hundred times better than me. If you, Ophelia, have to support someone, then choose Third Brother.

At least he really cares about this empire."

The third prince Ruihong.

Ophelia thought of someone who rarely appeared in the capital.

But there are often reports about him.

The third prince has been working at the grassroots level, implementing and experimenting with new policies in various places, trying to find a path for the empire to break through.

And according to her guess, the person that Bertwood VI will eventually choose will probably be the third prince.

Ophelia's face suddenly turned cold.

If that was the case, if she could guess it, how could the other princes not guess it?

That's why you came to me in such a hurry, Your Highness. Is your purpose really just to win me over?

The only high-end combat force around His Majesty now is the "Extreme Yang God".

Once she leaves, then...

Ophelia didn't dare to think about it any further, but she felt that this situation was too cruel.

The current emperor is a benevolent emperor. Under his leadership, the family is very harmonious and the brothers are friendly and respectful to each other.

Ophelia didn't want to see that scene.

But we have to be on guard.

After thinking for a moment, she took out her communicator and sent a secret command.

Just as she was operating, a loud bell suddenly rang out over the Jin Palace.

Ruiyun, who was about to leave, misstepped and nearly fell. When he stood up again, his eyes were bloodshot and tears rolled down silently.

Bertwood VI, died.

A large number of troops poured out from all directions and heavily protected the Jiujin Palace.

The tightly closed door suddenly opened.

An old official bowed and quickly approached Ophelia, saying respectfully, "Lord Longjiang, we still need you to come and take charge and confirm the legitimacy of the imperial edict."

Ophelia took a deep breath, calmed the waves in her heart, and walked into the quiet room with steady steps.

on the bed.

Bertwood VI lay peacefully, his hands folded on his chest, his face covered by a golden mask.

Several attendants were stringing together jade pieces and covering the body of Bertwood VI.

The royal elders and the barrister were waiting for her with the last imperial edict from King Bertwood VI.

Logically speaking, this kind of thing should be handled by Lelia, who has the longest experience and is very familiar with the process.

But Lelia had not returned yet, so they had to ask Ophelia to come as a last resort.

The high priest in a solemn black and red robe unfolded the imperial edict and read aloud:

"His Majesty, King Burtwood VI, Almighty Father, Immortal Monarch, Golden King, and Ruler of the Empire, declares:

After years of consideration and the opinions of all the wise men, we have decided to pass on the loyal people of the empire and the noble throne to our bloodline son, Ruihong Bertwood.

May God bless him and our country."

The high priest folded the imperial edict with a slightly trembling hand and handed it to Ophelia in front of everyone.

"Witness the decree, and anyone who violates it will be guilty of conspiracy and treason!"

After the shrill verdict was pronounced, the high priest retreated into the group of witnesses including elders, lawyers, etc.

Everyone saluted each other.

Ophelia took a deep breath, her emotions mixed.

This moment marks the end of one era and the beginning of another.

Ophelia bowed slightly and whispered a promise to the emperor: "Your will will be done, and may the empire last forever."

Inside and outside the Jin Palace, the loud sound of trumpets resounded through the sky.

The outside world seemed to feel the heaviness of the moment as well. The bells of the Church of Light echoed low and deep, mourning for the deceased monarch.

After the Holy Light Church was incorporated, theocracy became a monarchy.

The knights of the Church of Light became the most loyal guards of the royal family.

Knights wearing bright knight armor marched into the Golden Palace. Next, they would deliver this imperial decree, which was imbued with God's will, to every corner of this country.

Their armor gleamed in the sunlight, and the hooves of their mechanical warhorses thudded heavily and majestically.

However, just as this team of knights was about to walk out of the palace gate.

A black-armored army gathered quietly and blocked the palace gate.

"It's still here."

Ophelia's eyes passed over the undulating attic and saw the changes at the palace gate.

Isn’t it the eldest prince who is standing in front of the thousand-man mecha corps?

Not far from him were the second prince and the fourth prince.

A scorching sun rose from behind the Jin Palace, like a big sun in the sky.

Ophelia awakened the "God of the Sun".

However, at this moment, ten mechas with a solemn atmosphere also came flying and surrounded the "Extreme Yang God".

Feeling the almost homologous aura, Ophelia's expression couldn't help but become solemn.

These ten mechas are actually all... ancestral mechas!