And those who raise their hand at such an inappropriate ti have long had their entire family's heads chopped off by her.
'This, I feel, is sothing that need not be spoken of.'
"Very well, then..." Although feeling helpless inside, the Empress still displayed a wanton and defiant smile.
Even when maligned as the Evil Dragon burning the nation, she has always sat on this imperial throne with such a fearless smile.
It was precisely this smile that captured the ministers here, making them swear to follow her unto death.
"——The rest of you, follow into battle, hold the line and do not retreat!"
[The Imperial City lasted (figuratively, 10- running away, 50- days, 50 months, 70 years, 90 reassessing)]
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The drawn-out war began——but it didn't.
Facing the invasion of countless Dragons, the already weak Empire couldn't hold out for long.
Even with the Empress personally entering the fray, armored and weaponed, she couldn't reverse the decline.
There were simply too many Dragons.
Even if she could achieve victory locally, she couldn't prevent the overall downfall.
Less than a week after the war began, half of the Empire's territory was pierced through by the Dragon Tide.
Two weeks later, the battle lines reached the Imperial City.
In less than a month, the Imperial City was surrounded layer upon layer by the Dragon Tide.
This Empire's last and greatest fortress stronghold, if it closed its gates and held firm, not even the Dragon Tide could take it down in less than three to five years.
But after half a year of perseverance, the replicated Great Array that barely managed to resist the Wandering Theater's erosion finally reached its limit and ceased to function.
Then, the inevitable avalanche arrived.
Mass hysteria, military rebellion, Dragon Worship Sect, plague... In less than two months, the Imperial City was almost entirely lost, with only the Fiji Forbidden City remaining as a lone bastion struggling to hold on.
Blood-stained setting sun, the Empress leaned tiredly against the Dragon Throne.
She had just died once; although she vanquished a formidable adversary, she was overwheld by minions afterward due to exhaustion. Relying on the Phoenix's undying power, after resurrecting she barely escaped alive by unleashing all her might.
Currently, she's not yet twenty years old, though her prowess has reached High-level Legend, deed a prodigy of extraordinary talent.
But in such dire straits, this level of power is still far from enough.
To break through the Palace, a complete Dragon Awakening Ritual must be prepared, but the Empire now lacks even the resources and leisure for such.
However, this is actually just an excuse to shirk.
Even if conditions permitted and enough resources for the ritual could be gathered, she actually lacks the confidence to break through.
"...As a fallen ruler, what Palace could there be to speak of?" She mocked herself in a low voice, this side of her never shown before any of her subjects.
And even if a magician's talent is high, even if she can grow her magic power by incinerating all things, she ultimately isn't a Hero, unable to rely on warti slaughter to infinitely strengthen herself.
Dragons naturally possess extrely strong fire resistance, amidst the overwhelming Dragon Tide, there are always a few high-level fantasy Dragons that can counter her World-burning Flas.
Despite in this nationwide Magic Disaster, many Heroes have erged within the Empire, they are like teors, quickly fading and withering away after a brief brilliant shine.
The disparity between friend and foe is simply too vast.
Although relying on the undying nature of Phoenix Fire, she can forcibly burn down even adversaries with unfavorable compatibility.
But now as night approaches, she cannot strike again.
Once appearing at night, she becos the focus of all Dragonkind's attacks, even with support she wouldn't last long.
"Soone, bring a cup of water..."
The Empress's feeble voice echoed within the empty great hall, yet received no response.
Usually, as long as she gently taps her fingertips, her female official would imdiately appear, but now no matter how long she waited, no one ca.
Looking at the hollow hall, the Empress was taken aback, then rembered.
Yes, last night a small Ghost Dragon infiltrated the imperial city.
Her personal female official fiercely entangled it to protect her, ultimately signaling the Dragon Guard before her death, slaying the Ghost Dragon, barely preventing it from disturbing her slumber.
...Even though I only fainted because of magic power exhaustion, such a trivial matter, just directly waking up to resolve it would have been fine.
The Empress couldn't help but reveal a slight bitter smile.
Previously, she found this palace too noisy.
Now, there's not even anyone to respond to her.
The Empress lifted her head, no longer looking at the deserted great hall.
'Despairing, are you? I have a solution.'
Thinking she could rest quietly for a while, yet nagging whispers of persuasion filled her mind again.
"...Hey, you ca to join the fun too?" The Empress curled her lips, half smiling.
As if attracted by her inner hopelessness and hardships, the long silent remnant soul of the Corrupted Phoenix reerged.
'Why call it joining the fun? You are my chosen one, so I'm rely offering a little suggestion.' The Depraved Hero chuckled.
'The solution is simple, just re-embrace the Authority of depravity.
'The Curse's core is over at the square, as long as you're willing, you can hand everything over to anyti, I'll help you regain the upper hand.
'Whether lizard or puppet, let handle it, I can sweep them all away, giving you back a clean land.
'Even, if you'd pay just a bit more, like your soul, I could even burn that unknown-hidden prototype theater completely to ashes for you.'
The words were utterly sincere, without a trace of a lie.
Arriving at this conclusion, the Empress couldn't but silently mull it over for a long while.
"...You, a bird repeatedly hunted down and vanquished by humankind, where does such great arrogance in your speech co from?"
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