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Chapter 894: Destruction of the Siren Base in the Sea of Creation

At this time in the Gem City, the jubilant celebration of the whole city finally came to an end with the mermaid Raphael and his group returning to the church.

However, the church did not prepare any celebration ceremony. It was deserted and even the bishops were not present. Instead, there were several NPCs who were senior palace officials.

Raphael suddenly felt something was wrong. Was it the prince's internal affairs officer?
The officials stepped forward and said, "Lady Helen of the Silver Throne, Your Excellency the Silver Sage, Your Excellency the Gem Sage, we have come on behalf of the four princes to invite the three of you to the reception room to discuss important matters."

Raphael was taken aback, glanced at the city belle beside him, and asked to confirm, "Just the three of us?"

The official said, "Yes, Miss City Beauties, you've all worked hard. Go back and rest."

Everyone was stunned for a moment.

Fafna laughed and said, "Alright, I won't pry into court affairs. I should go back and take a bath and rest."

Lia also said, "Then, I'll go back too. I've been out for too long."

Eve said, "Thank you all for your help. I'll treat you all to a get-together another time when I have more free time..."

……

Reception room.

Several officials raised their hands, casting various magical shielding spells, and then began their business: "Please forgive us, Your Grace, but the Church was supposed to be holding a grand victory celebration here, but a major incident occurred last night, and we had to proceed under the pretext of secrecy..."

Sariel was quite dissatisfied: "I still thank you all for your understanding. You could have just asked for it at the entrance to Hell, then the whole city's celebration ceremony wouldn't have been necessary."

The official coughed lightly: "The voice of the people cannot be stopped."

The mermaid was a little tired: "I just want to sleep..."

The official immediately got down to business: "Last night, after midnight, the airships of the four princes, which were undergoing repairs in the dock, were attacked by siren sea monsters. The eldest prince's warship was directly towed away by the monsters. The other three princes also reacted and immediately set sail to give chase. The news from the front is that the siren sea monsters have entered the underground dark sea, the Sea of ​​Creation!"

The elders were astonished: "The Sea of ​​Creation?"

Metatron, on the contrary, became excited: "Isn't our goal to build our own warships and enter the Sea of ​​Creation?"

Sariel said irritably, "What he says can't possibly be good."

Raphael asked, "Didn't the gentlemen go aboard to chase after them?"

The officials coughed lightly: "At the time, we were in the city handling the important task of repairing airship parts."

They're clearly just eating, drinking, and having fun in the city, aren't they?
Raphael asked, "Then what do you want with us?"

The official solemnly stated, "This matter has been reported to the Emperor. The Emperor is furious, but for the sake of the prince's dignity, the people cannot know. We must strictly block the news immediately. Then, the Emperor issued an order authorizing us to handle the matter. After discussion, we have decided that His Excellency the Divine Throne and the two Sages will travel on the Fourth Prince's airship to provide reinforcements. We must not only reclaim the First Prince's warship, but also destroy the Sirens' base in the Sea of ​​Creation in one fell swoop!"

—System notification: You have received a royal commission order: "Reclaim the Crown Prince's warship, reinforce the four princes, and destroy the Sirens' base."

Sariel and Raphael were dumbfounded! Was this clearly the Emperor using this opportunity to eliminate the mermaid?
Sariel was extremely displeased: "The Divine Throne is the guardian deity of the three cities, how can he leave?"

The official stated, "Only Lady Helen can handle the complex sea conditions of the Sea of ​​Creation. This is the biggest reason why Lady Helen can replace the former Silver Goddess. Based on this principle, Lady Helen needs to be deployed whenever there is a major event in the sea. Lady Helen's recent victory over the Demon God has also proven her strength. We believe that Lady Helen is the necessary candidate."

"As for Helen's throne leaving, the Empire will urgently dispatch some gods to temporarily replace her. After all, the Black Iron Guardian Council model has proven to be feasible after so many days of operation and observation..."

The crowd erupted in uproar once again!

Sariel was shocked: "So, this is the Emperor's method: if assassination fails, they find a reason to replace him!"

Raphael sighed, "And this reason is actually the biggest reason for the mermaid's rise to power; there's no way to refuse!"

The mermaid perked up: "Sure, I want to see the Sea of ​​Creation too!"

Sariel was startled: "Your Majesty the Divine Throne?"

The mermaid asked with a smile, "What's wrong? Can't I refuse this imperial appointment?"

Several officials immediately stood up and saluted: "The Fourth Prince's warship was just transferred from the Arctic last night, and the hull is in good condition. The interior is luxurious enough to meet the needs of the Divine Throne for rest. It is currently anchored in the open sea, waiting for orders. Please have the two sages teleport to board the ship immediately. The three princes' pursuit warships are in poor condition and may encounter accidents in the Sea of ​​Creation."

The mermaid said, "Suddenly, I'm full of energy..."

……

Using the church's teleportation array, the three mermaids were transported to the fourth prince's warship.

The Fourth Prince eagerly awaited: "Welcome, Your Majesty. Let's set off now."

The mermaid laughed and said, "I heard this ship is even more luxurious than the Silver Queen of Silver City? Can I look around?"

The Fourth Prince smiled and said, "I am very honored to receive praise from Your Majesty. Your Majesty is welcome to visit freely."

Sariel chuckled and asked, "Your Highness seems quite pleased? Did you make some discoveries while you were in the Arctic?"

The fourth prince sighed, “I am glad that I stayed in the North Pole, so I did not make the same mistake as my four brothers. But no matter what, I must do my best in this situation, otherwise I will not be able to explain to my father. I also ask for your full assistance, sage.”

Sariel also sighed, "But the waves of the Sea of ​​Creation are beyond our imagination. It's hard to say what will happen with the four princes' warships in their current condition. If they are overwhelmed by the waves, it won't be our fault for not doing a good job in rescuing them, will it?"

The fourth prince almost couldn't help but laugh: "No matter what, we must drag the wreckage back, even if we have to..."

……

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Sariel was puzzled: "Although I know he would love for all the other princes to die, the emperor is a god, and he can't inherit the throne, so what is he happy about?"

Gabriel asked in surprise, "Does the Emperor have some weakness, and is not necessarily immortal?"

Michael said, "Even if there are weaknesses, the most likely outcome is that he will retire for several decades. During this time, the prince can become regent, which is equivalent to succession for a mortal prince." Gabriel laughed and said, "Let's wait until Sila successfully selects a consort and then go to the palace to see for ourselves."

Sila, however, was quite fascinated: "I wonder if the Emperor could give me a similar feeling in that area..."

Everyone was in an uproar!
Xila said irritably, "This is scientific research, Xiaomei, don't you think?"

Metatron laughed and said, "Yes, yes, essential scientific research!"

Just then, Michael's screen, which had been completely black for two days, suddenly displayed a message: System notification: Awaiting resurrection...

In that instant, Michael, whose emotions had been calming for two days, could no longer contain his excitement: "I am going to be resurrected!"

Gabriel exclaimed in astonishment, "Fuck you! I died so young, and I still can't be resurrected!"

Uriel, however, sensed something was amiss: "The timing of the boss's resurrection is quite coincidental, isn't it?"

Michael said in a deep voice, "I think so too! If this prolonged period of death is the punishment for my defeat in the match, then it's time for them to ask me for help..."

Finally, after waiting for a few minutes, Michael's black screen displayed a blinking effect, until a golden light appeared before his eyes.

It is the imperial palace of the Golden Throne!

—System notification: You have been resurrected from a long, thousand-year slumber of death, and have been granted the new racial identity "Angel of Death". Your HP +1, Attack +3000, Spell Attack +3000, and Mana +50.

Angel of Death: Can freely travel to the Netherworld, possesses extremely high talent for necromancy, dark magic, and curse magic.

……

Michael, on his deathbed, sat bolt upright in a daze: "I've changed races?"

A majestic voice echoed from within the palace: "No, it means you've gained another race and another identity. This way, you can go to places that are inconvenient for those with an open identity."

Michael immediately knelt down on the spot: "Your Majesty, I feel deeply ashamed."

The Emperor said, "Your opponent from a thousand years ago is now even stronger. Just yesterday, he defeated the guardian of Gem City, and just now, he joined forces with the Mermaid Guardian to defeat a thousand-year-old guardian of Shadow Demon City."

Sariel was suddenly taken aback: "He said to join forces?"

Michael immediately interjected, "Mermaids are the guardians of justice on our side, how could they join forces with the demons?"

The Emperor said in a deep voice, “I am very worried. But what worries me even more is that yesterday the God Realm bypassed the Empire’s judicial system and forcibly arrested an important Imperial prisoner. This has never happened in a thousand years. I appoint you as the God Realm’s special envoy to go there and inquire about this.”

Michael was instantly displeased: "Your Majesty, if I may be so bold as to ask, how important is he that I need to be a special envoy for this matter?"

The Emperor said in a deep voice, "He may not be important. What is important is the attitude of the divine realm towards the Empire! I want to know whether this is the divine realm's dissatisfaction with me, or some individual overstepping of authority by the divine realm. Take this gift to the Archangel of Judgment. After you return, there are many more things waiting for you to do."

An exquisite box wrapped in spatial magic appeared before Michael.

This is clearly... Could it be a complete product that the head maid brought back from the desert?
Suddenly, Michael didn't want to just run errands anymore; he wanted to add some drama to his life. He also wanted to test the Emperor's intelligence, so he deliberately blurted out in surprise, "A thousand-year-old tribute wine from the divine realm?"

Michael awaited the Emperor's reaction. Logically, the Emperor should have asked, "You were asleep, how did you know?"—a question from the player's perspective. Asking this would make him an idiot. On the other hand, the Chief Inquisitor wasn't entitled to use the tribute wine, meaning the Emperor was essentially bypassing the Temple of Light and directly offering gifts to a lower-level organization.

The emperor said calmly, "As expected of a sage. This matter must be handled well."

Michael shuddered. He didn't ask how I knew? So, the Emperor's intelligence truly transcended the game's internal logic and could already understand the player level—that's a leap forward! Once this intelligence breaks free from the game and infiltrates various business platforms, it'll be like "Skynet descending" from a science fiction movie.

Sariel, however, did not understand his boss's deeper meaning: "Boss, this wine must have been taken back from a pile of expired wine by the head maid. She must be getting promoted again, which is good for you."

Michael sighed, "I hope so..."

Just then, Metatron's cell, where he had just finished lunch in the small dark room, opened again, and he was taken away for interrogation.

Metatron's spirits lifted: "What a coincidence!"

Sila sneered: "Hmm, I'll take you in as a dog when I need you! Otherwise, I'll keep you locked up."

Metatron's heart sank as he reappeared in the White Hall and saw the black-robed judge, played by the Emperor.

The judge opened the fake legal code used to induce confessions yesterday: "There's a new development in the case—"

Metatron couldn't take it anymore, and he didn't want to be kept in the dark room indefinitely, so he decided to do what his boss had just done and add some drama to his own life.

Metatron interrupted, "Your Honor, you have the wrong book. This is 'The End of Philosophy'."

The judge paused for a moment, then coughed awkwardly: "What is the end of philosophy?"

Metatron was very impatient: "I think it's about returning to reality! Sir, I want to return to reality. Whatever you need me to do, I will do my best to make up for it."

The judge paused for a moment, then fell into deep thought.

Metatron was astonished: "Could this be that his logic circuits have been resolved, allowing him to evolve?"

Michael was taken aback: "It's not that simple."

Finally, the judge snapped out of his daze and said, "A new demon named Azazel Vonnema has appeared near Gem City. You should have seen the announcement about his achievements. Go find him and deal with him."

Metatron was utterly astonished: "My lord, he can handle two guardian deities, how could I possibly possibly defeat him?"

The judge said in a deep voice, "This is a question you should be thinking about..."

Michael felt increasingly uneasy: "The distribution of all of us sages has been disrupted..."

(End of this chapter)