The princess showed a smug expression.
But she quickly pulled a face and said:
"However, purely from the perspective of magic, the ans of this Demon Monarch are indeed superb. This one spell of Acid Magic has compounded so many negative effects.
In the Abyss, the only one who can purely suppress Him with magic is probably the Supre Eagle."
Chloe nodded.
Although he always teased Wu An, a Magical Monarch, about why he liked to bring up the Acidic Giant Sword and brawl with him, the fact is that a pure magic Demon God, letting him get close is no different from seeking death.
He just wasn't the best at close combat, but he wasn't completely incompetent.
Chloe himself couldn't beat Jian in close proximity, but that didn't stop him from being a hexagonal Warrior.
His close combat was better than Glazter's.
But he couldn't withstand his Filthy Thunder just as Glazter couldn't withstand a face-full of magic bombardnt.
Fortunately, the Holy Bone countered evil, helping him make up for his last shortcoming.
"What a tough fight."
Supported by the princess, he sighed softly.
The princess rolled her eyes and said:
"You should be sneaking a smile that we got out safely."
"It's a pity that killing Him still led to injuries; I'm still too weak."
The princess's expression beca increasingly subtle.
What nonsense is this shaless person talking?
"Rest assured, no one will find us. I've sneaked out of the palace plenty of tis without being discovered."
Chloe: ...
Princess, has anyone ever told you how dangerous that maneuver is?
Running off from the palace?
A slight misstep, and you'd be taken down as an infiltrator.
Perhaps noticing Chloe's subtle glance, the princess stuck out her tongue and said:
"Don't look at like that. Even a princess needs so private life. Once I beco emperor, there'll be no more private life."
What can Chloe say to that?
He can only say a six.
...
It was night.
In a certain reception room of the royal palace.
The princess looked at the deeply sleeping Chloe, sighed softly after a long ti, and left the room.
From the shadows, Emperor Carl slowly erged and said:
"Is he the one you've chosen?"
The princess said nothing, only looking at Carl and said:
"How long can the Shadow Plane hold out?"
Carl replied calmly:
"It depends on whether we can contain 'that guy'. The Stars aren't suited for cross-dinsional battles; to take on a god, we'd need 2 Demigods and 100 Legends just for a chance."
The princess shook her head and said:
"Not enough."
Carl lifted his head and said:
"What I an is, 2 Demigods and 100 Legends, just for one shot."
The princess was stunned.
A mont later, she nodded sowhat with difficulty.
The Divine Realm is like this.
Without special ans, relying solely on numbers, even for one opportunity to attack, a terribly cruel price is required.
"In a few days, you will ascend the throne. It doesn't matter if you don't consider a father, but as the late Emperor, I still hope you can continue the royal bloodline.
The prerequisite for leaving hope for future generations is having future generations.
If you don't reject him, make things clear with the Elder Council.
If you truly don't want to, then find soone you like.
Quickly complete your duties as an emperor.
Don't delay others, the royal family isn't without backup candidates."
Carl, at this mont, was unclear whether he had figured it all out or had kept many words in his heart for a long ti, seeming a bit like a father.
The princess was helpless.
Clearly, she had a good start in mind.
She could have just taken charge directly.
But why...
Why did she suddenly hesitate?
Carl didn't say anything more, turned, and prepared to leave.
Before leaving, he suddenly turned back and said:
"Angelina was regretful when she left, she wanted to see you and your children grow up."
After saying this, he turned and left.
The princess remained silent for a long ti.
A mont later, she got up and went to the Elder Council.
When she got there, it seed the Elder Council had just finished a grand eting.
However, many people wore worried expressions.
The Fourth Elder forced a smile upon seeing the princess.
"Your Highness, greetings."
The princess nodded and suddenly asked:
"Fourth Grandfather, the Elder Council seems to be losing more people."
The Fourth Elder sighed and said:
"It's not just us; just this month, the Hall of Dragons has already lost two Dragon Kings.
The elves are not much better off. The scalp of their next-generation crown prince was cut by those madn.
The folks at Furnace Castle contacted , saying that the Dwarf Kings from the tribes have agreed to activate the Destruction Armor under the Hamr Covenant."
Even the Ethereal Emblem from the future had never seen such a tragic war, said the Fourth Elder.
502 top experts, just for one opportunity to strike.
His eyes turned red just watching this.
But now is not the ti.
They must wait for those old guys to complete self-transformation, bringing end-ti technology into this era, before they have the chance to counterattack.
"Sigh, let's not speak of these distressing matters anymore.
Oh, by the way, a small Centaur Tribe will visit the empire shortly, and we should host them accordingly.
Did His Majesty tell you to handle the hospitality?"
"Not yet."
"Then you should prepare. They've heard so news from sowhere and claim to have a way to help us, but don't get your hopes high.
The Centaur Tribe had so glorious tis in their ancestry, but their inheritance has nearly vanished.
Over the years, they've never returned to their peak."
The princess nodded.
For a while, the original reason she ca, to tell the Elder Council not to bypass her and talk with Sir Chloe, beca unspeakable.
Truthfully, she wasn't very opposed at all.
She just wanted to persuade him herself.
...
In the blink of an eye, seven sunsets had passed.
The coronation ceremony of the princess ended in an extrely simple manner.
Chloe originally thought that the other princes and princesses would put up a bit of a struggle.
But they accepted reality faster than he imagined.
However, he quickly figured it out.
From the start, it had been decided who would inherit the throne.
It wasn't like the "Please call Crown Prince" routine.
To be able to struggle this long was the result of so people's hopes that the empress's child had not yet been born.
Chloe, who was finally recovering, also went to watch the coronation ceremony.
At this mont, the sky above the imperial capital was filled with clouds like satin, weaving an auspicious on, and the sound of the church bells echoed through the city.
With the abdication of the 71st emperor, the empire was welcoming a new era.
The princess was draped in a robe woven with gold silk, embroidered with the insignia of the Ensar Empire, symbolizing the inheritance and continuation of power.
The Pope of the God of Glory and Justice personally crowned her.
The late Emperor held up the imperial robe for her.
The Cardinals gathered together, anointing the emperor's scepter with holy oil, whispering blessings and prayers.
The court musicians played a cheerful lody that echoed in the great hall.
All eyes were focused on this mont.
The new empress wore a gentle yet charming smile.
When the crown was placed upon her head, the nobles all shouted in unison:
"Long live the Queen!"
Chloe, wearing a mask, also applauded from the side.
Who would have thought that the little girl from back then would beco the empress of the empire so quickly.
They could at least be considered... um, bantering acquaintances.
He was genuinely happy for her.
Of course, he was also happy for himself.
After the fierce battles with the Blood Angel and Lord Wu An, his potential was further unlocked.
He could clearly feel that the threshold to Legend had opened a door for him.
All it would take was a welcoming kick to overco that hurdle.
He bowed his head and began to ponder what he should do next.
Once he successfully broke through to Legend, there would be no place on the Stars Continent that was out of reach for him.
Even if Lord Wu An and his followers descended again, it would not necessarily be a battle he couldn't win.
The Holy Bone was fully optimized against the Abyss from top to bottom.
No talent was more suited to Iron Fist Invincible than the Holy Bone.
However, he suddenly realized that the surrounding noise had disappeared at so point.
A pair of well-proportioned, long legs appeared in front of him.
When he raised his head.
He saw the princess standing in front of him.
"Subject, after all these years, have you made up your mind?"
Chloe: ...
He could only feel the fiery stares around him, as if they were about to swallow him whole.
Your Majesty!
Do you know what you're doing right now, Your Majesty!
You're putting on the spot!
But rembering what the Four Elders had said, he hesitated a bit.
Could this be the true course of history?
But it shouldn't be.
The Echoes of History was a world-class challenge, how could it be a re side quest resolved by marrying the Empress?
Just as he was thinking of a gentle reason to refuse, he suddenly heard the princess's voice in his heart:
"Chloe, lend a hand."
Chloe slowly drew a question mark.
In this world, he was active under his past life's na, Loey.
Besides a few, no one else even knew his na.
He blinked and whispered:
"Rephya?"
The princess tilted her head slightly, and another voice ca through:
"Is she called Rephya now?"
Chloe froze.
My God!
Not Xiaolu?
He looked at the princess's expression, starting to be horrified.
Gradually, he felt certain traits of the person before him overlapped with the figure in his mories.
Monts later, his expression turned hideous.
A voice echoed in the princess's heart:
"Stuart, are you mocking ?"
The princess said nothing, only smiled serenely.
Chloe was a bit overwheld.
Damn Elf Queen, all siblings, you've been watching all this ti without saying a single truthful word?
He was ready to kill this person.
"Enough with the nonsense, Chloe, co up and hold my hand, I'll explain later."
"What if I say no?"
"Surely not, surely not, surely the renowned Spear Hero wouldn't want to be the subordinate of siblings."
"..."
No.
So petty.
He was tempted to hit soone.
But, he still took hold of the Empress's outstretched hand.
The nobles who didn't understand the situation at first were stunned.
Monts later, exclamations of surprise erupted one after another.
They had realized what the newly inaugurated empress was doing.
She actually chose her significant other at such a critical mont?
When Chloe reached out, he felt the intense gazes from all around.
The fiercest of all weren't the gossip-loving nobles.
Dammit, Late Emperor Carl, what are you contemplating?
Four Elders, why are you smiling so pleasantly?
King of Crows, don't think I didn't see your motherly smile!
Damn!
This can't be happening.
He wanted to die.
He glared angrily at the Empress, or rather the Elf Queen Stuart, gritting his teeth:
"I hope you'll give an explanation afterwards!"
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