Simultaneous travel: I am a talented person in all the worlds

Chapter 433 Rebellion Successful, Settlement Screen!
"Woo--Woo--"

A desolate bugle call rang out from the army ranks, like an ancient behemoth awakening, roaring to announce the arrival of a new era.

Upon receiving the order, the 800,000-strong army moved like a black tide, slowly surging towards the ancient capital that had lost its last protection.

The anticipated brutal street fighting, bloody battles, and fierce tug-of-war over every inch of land did not occur.

When the vanguard soldiers of the Trapped Camp, empowered by the God of War, smashed open the heavy main gate of the capital, a symbol of imperial majesty that had remained untouched by external forces for a thousand years.

What greeted them behind the door was not swords, spears, or halberds, but...

Discarded weapons littered the ground, and imperial soldiers knelt on the ground, trembling.

The previous battle between the gods and the giants had already crushed their courage and will into dust.

God is real.

And they are standing on the opposite side of God.

How can we fight this war?
What else can one do besides kneeling down in surrender and begging for forgiveness from their new master?

Their generals, Esdeath and General Budo, the two strongest in the empire, have already been defeated;

Their spiritual symbol, the Guardian God of the Nation, was defeated by the God of War;

Their actual power holders, the aristocratic families, were purged by Minister Ernest, who then fainted from anger at his own disastrous son, leading to the complete collapse of the upper management system.

Without a leader, government orders cannot be issued.

The vast middle and lower-level bureaucracy and army, having lost their superiors' orders, were like a pile of loose sand, unable to even organize the most basic resistance in the face of the mighty army of the Church of War.

Thus, an absurd scene unfolded in the capital.

The army of the Church of War took over the entire city almost without bloodshed.

The heavy city gates were already wide open, and on both sides of the street, countless civilians and surrendered soldiers of the capital knelt on the ground under the "guidance" of the soldiers of the Church of War.

When Mo Yu appeared riding a black warhorse, a roar like a tsunami suddenly erupted.

"Welcome, High Priest!"

"Long live your Majesty!"

"Long live the High Priest! Long live the God of War!"

The frenzied shouts stretched from one end of the street to the far end of the line of sight.

The clever nobles carried an extremely luxurious eight-bearer sedan chair, knelt to welcome Mo Yu, shouted "Long live the Emperor!", and bowed their heads very low, making a loud thud on their foreheads.

Mo Yu remained indifferent, as if he hadn't heard anything, and calmly rode his horse past.

Behind him, Esdeath rode a white horse, trailing behind by half a horse's length.

Her icy blue eyes swept down over the person offering the sedan chair. Even she had never seen such a person before. This aristocrat, who usually spoke so arrogantly about his noble bloodline and looked down on all commoners, was now so pathetic, putting himself in such a lowly position.

Just because Mo Yu didn't get into the sedan chair, they all looked as if their parents had died, their eyes filled with fear and despair.

Esdeath glanced at the frenzied crowds lining both sides of the street, her expression complex.

Once upon a time, these people shouted "Long live the Empire!"

Now, they welcome their new owners with the same enthusiasm.

She then looked at the soldiers of the Church of War who were maintaining order.

Most of them came from northern tribes, and they carried an indelible passion and bravery in them.

Their eyes shone with an astonishing light, as if they were burning with flames.

It was something called "belief" and "glory".

Esdeath suddenly remembered the elite troops of her empire.

They were well-equipped and highly trained, but their eyes always carried an inescapable numbness and lifelessness.

They fought for military pay, for orders, but had long forgotten why they were fighting.

Is this the gap?

Esdeath couldn't help but turn her head to look at the black-robed figure riding on horseback in front of her, who seemed to be able to hold up the entire sky.

It was just an ordinary back view, yet it seemed to possess some indescribable magic, capable of firmly uniting eight hundred thousand unruly hearts, making them willing to die for him, to die for him…

Create a whole new world!

How did this man... this "little painter" whom she could have easily crushed, gradually get to where he is today?
Amidst the deafening shouts, Mo Yu's horse hooves struck the main street, paved with bluestone slabs, steadily and firmly, heading towards the palace.

As he moved forward, one figure after another, like rivers flowing into the sea, converged behind him.

When he stepped into the main gate of the palace, he was already surrounded by a group of people.

Buck and Esdeath flanked him.

Five tribal chiefs, including Urka, followed on horseback.

Behind them stood five thousand elite cavalrymen.

Black armor, black horses, black banners.

There was no sound except the clatter of horses' hooves on the stone pavement.

Like a black cloak, it stretched out from behind Mo Yu into the distance, proclaiming his authority and power.

This team, without any glittering ceremonial procession or eulogistic music, possesses an inherent iron will and chilling aura capable of changing the very fabric of the world.

When Mo Yu's warhorse stopped in front of the white jade steps leading to the main hall.

The chief commander, Genshi, who had been waiting there, quickly stepped forward, carrying a rosewood table in both hands.

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, he knelt on the ground and raised the desk high above his head.

On the desk lay a large white jade seal, with the eight seal characters "Received the Mandate of Heaven, May Your Life Be Long and Prosperous" engraved at the bottom.

The national jade seal!

It was passed down by the First Emperor and is the supreme object symbolizing the highest power of the empire!

"Lord!"

Genshi's voice was filled with excitement and anticipation.

With the world now at peace, when Mo Yu received the jade seal and sat on the dragon throne, it marked the beginning of a new dynasty!
And they will all become ministers who support the founding of this prosperous era!

Mo Yu's gaze swept lightly over the Imperial Seal of the State, a slight smile playing on his lips.

He dismounted, but instead of taking the jade seal that represented the supreme power of the old era, he reached out and helped the kneeling Genshi up.

Gen Shi stood up with a blank expression, completely unaware of Mo Yu's intentions.

Mo Yu didn't explain, but simply patted his shoulder, brushed away some of the blood-stained mud, and walked past him.

From beginning to end, he never glanced at the Imperial Seal again, as if it were just a roadside rock, not worth a second look.

Master Gen, holding the desk, froze on the spot, his face full of confusion and bewilderment.

My lord... what does this mean? Why won't you accept the imperial seal?

Does our lord not want to become emperor? How could that be!

They endured countless hardships, shed blood and sacrificed lives to conquer this land, wasn't it all for this day?!
Esdeath was stunned.

Buck was stunned.

The five tribal chiefs were also dumbfounded.

But they didn't dare ask any more questions. They simply followed Mo Yu's footsteps in silence, climbing the white jade steps and walking step by step toward the magnificent hall that symbolized the pinnacle of power.

Inside the palace, the luxury remains, but the place is now deserted, with only cold beams and floor tiles left.

Mo Yu ascended the long imperial road and finally stopped in front of the dragon throne, which was made of a single piece of gold and sandalwood.

Under the expectant, nervous, or doubtful gazes of everyone, he did not sit upright and accept the worship as everyone had imagined.

Instead, he turned around very casually, leaned back on the dragon throne in a flippant manner, and even put one foot on the armrest of the dragon throne without any regard for his image, his posture lazy and casual.

He glanced around the magnificent yet empty hall, feeling the cold, hard chair beneath him, and smiled, his voice echoing through the hall:

"This seat, the feeling of sitting here, is just so-so."

This statement came out.

Genshi, Buck, and the others looked at each other, not daring to breathe.

This is the dragon throne! The supreme position in the world!
They simply couldn't understand what this high priest, who had personally buried a thousand-year-old empire, was trying to do.

Seeing everyone's bewildered expressions, Mo Yu's smile deepened.

It's quite amusing to see subordinates who are usually either shrewd or brave showing such naivety.

"I said this when I established the Church of the God of War in the North."

He slowly withdrew his foot and sat up a little straighter, but his casualness remained unchanged.

"As the High Priest, I will only be the God of War's representative on earth, his mouthpiece, and will not participate in specific local management."

He paused, his gaze sweeping over Genshi, Buck, Urka, and the others, and said with a smile:

"This world was won by you with your own swords and spears. This glory and this power should naturally belong to you as well."

"Lord!"

"Master Chief Priest!"

Upon hearing this, everyone was deeply shaken.

Countless thoughts flashed through my mind in that instant.

Is it a test? Or is it genuine affection?
What should they do?
Just as these people were about to say something, Mo Yu raised his hand to stop them.

His gaze fell on Gen Shi.

“Gen Master”.

"exist!"

Gen Shi's heart skipped a beat, as if he had realized something, and his breathing became rapid. He hurriedly shoved the hot table in his hands to Li Wu beside him, straightened his armor, stepped forward, and knelt down beneath the throne once more.

"You command the three armies, strategize and command, and have rendered meritorious service in destroying the nation. From this day forward, you are hereby appointed as the chief priest, granted divine authority, and given the authority to govern a province, to be the shepherd of all people as the god of war."

boom!
It was as if a thunderclap exploded in Master Gen's mind!
High Priest!

Although he had suspected it beforehand, when those two words actually came out of Mo Yu's mouth, he still felt an overwhelming surge of excitement and joy.

This is no empty title, but a real regional governor! The chief priest of a prefecture, in terms of power, is almost equivalent to a local lord!
"...This humble general thanks Your Majesty for Your Majesty's grace!"

His voice was hoarse as he kowtowed heavily.

Mo Yu didn't look at him, but turned her gaze to the burly man with the iron tower on the other side.

"Buck!"

"Master Chief Priest!"

Buck scratched the back of his head with his large, fan-like hand, stepped forward in a deep voice, and knelt on one knee.

"As the vanguard of the army, you led from the front and made great contributions in defeating the enemy. Today, you are also hereby appointed as the chief priest."

Upon hearing this, Buck licked his chapped lips and said somewhat awkwardly in a low voice:
"High Priest, I...I don't want to get involved in anything, it's too much trouble. I still want to be your personal guard!"

Seeing his honest and simple appearance, everyone in the hall couldn't help but smile.

Mo Yu glanced at Buck and shook his head, saying:
"Your position as high priest is secure. However, I have another decree."

He paused, his voice becoming solemn.

"The Trapped Camp is hereby renamed the 'Guardians of the Faith' and placed under the direct command of the High Priest. High Priest Bark, you shall continue to lead the Trapped Camp."

"Hehe... Thank you, High Priest!"

Buck was overjoyed, grinning like a 300-pound child.

Being able to serve as the high priest and continue to lead the Trapped Army while staying by the high priest's side is simply the best thing in the world!

Having dealt with the simpleton Buck, Mo Yu's gaze fell upon Li Wu, who was holding the jade seal and smiling sweetly.

"Leaving the Dance".

"This servant is here."

Li Wu was still wearing a sexy purple dress, which perfectly accentuated her alluring figure.

She held the table and bowed gracefully to Mo Yu on the throne, her eyes sparkling with natural charm.

“You have rendered meritorious service in the army, but your military achievements are not enough to be promoted to chief priest. You will continue to serve as priests, and will also serve as ‘messenger of the gods’ as a liaison between me and the chief priests of various places, and will convey divine messages on my behalf.”

"Thank you, High Priest!"

Li Wu's face lit up with joy, and she bowed deeply once more.
"Being able to stay by my master's side and listen to his teachings is enough to make me content with dancing."

Although she enjoyed power, she knew she lacked the talent and inclination to govern. Rather than becoming a bewildered female lord, she preferred to stay by Mo Yu's side.

The position of "divine oracle" is of noble status and special power. She can enjoy a transcendent status without being burdened by tedious political affairs. It is simply tailor-made for her.

Finally, Mo Yu's gaze turned to the five tribal chiefs, including Urka, as well as the two newly appointed high priests.

"The old imperial system consisted of eighteen provinces. Today, I will divide this land among you. Each high priest may choose one province as his fiefdom to establish theocratic rule. The remaining eleven provinces will be allocated to those who have made great contributions in the future."

"Thank you, High Priest!"

The seven chief priests bowed in unison to express their gratitude, their voices resounding throughout the hall.

They knew very well that their current glory and power all came from the man on the throne.

"Okay, everyone, please step aside."

Mo Yu waved his hand, "After you have chosen your fiefdoms, go and take up your posts. The capital is in dire need of rebuilding. I will hand it over to Najenda from now on. You are not familiar with government affairs, so you must cooperate with her to appease the local people and rebuild order."

"Yes!"

The crowd accepted the order and, filled with excitement and exhilaration, bowed and withdrew from the main hall.

The spacious hall was soon empty, and only two people remained.

Soon, in the vast and magnificent palace, only Mo Yu, who was leaning against the dragon throne, and Esdeath, who had always stood aside and watched coldly, remained.

The doors to the main hall were slowly closed, cutting off outside light and sound, making the interior even darker and quieter.

Only a few rays of light pierced through the high window, casting long beams of light through the dust in the air.

Esdeath watched the triumphant figures depart, then turned her gaze back to the languid man on the dragon throne.

Suddenly I found it a little funny.

This man personally overthrew an empire, but casually distributed the conquered land among the various states, leaving himself only with the vague title of "High Priest".

This unwavering commitment to one's original aspirations, as if worldly power and prestige were merely insignificant byproducts of enjoying strength and battle, was precisely what captivated her most.
Esdeath composed herself, a layer of frost returning to her icy blue eyes, and a familiar, mocking, and provocative smile curved her lips.

She strode forward, slowly walked to the dragon throne, looked down at Mo Yu, and deliberately adopted the aloof queenly demeanor she once possessed.

"What? You've finished bestowing titles upon your meritorious officials, and now you're preparing to personally 'reward' me, a surrendered general of the empire? High Priest!"

Her voice was clear and cool, with a chilling magnetism and a hint of playfulness.

"Or perhaps they want me, their 'prisoner,' to be properly 'rewarded'... by our great conqueror?"

She deliberately emphasized the words "prisoner" and "reward," and finally, she leaned slightly forward, her breath sweet as orchids, and uttered the long-forgotten title, word by word:

"A young...painter?"

The empire was completely destroyed, and she had joined the Church of the God of War long before that. The so-called "captives" were nothing more than a cat toy for her to tease Mo Yu.

Mo Yu's eye twitched almost imperceptibly.

Little painter...

Memories of the girl he merged with involuntarily surfaced.

At that time, he had not yet awakened his cheat ability and was weak. In order to survive, he tried to please the Ice Queen by posing as an artist.

The woman before them was already the most powerful female general in the empire, wielding immense power and holding a commanding position.

At that time, he was as weak as an ant in her presence. A single glance from her could decide his life or death.

The oppressive feeling brought about by that huge gap in strength, and the sense of powerlessness of someone looking up at the clouds, resurfaced clearly once again.

During the march, as the high priest, his every word and action represented the law, so he could not possibly do anything out of line.

Military law is as imposing as a mountain. If he himself cannot abide by it, how can he expect his subordinates to do so?

Those so-called military regulations then became nothing more than empty words.

but now……

The war is over.

Perhaps it was the stimulation of Esdeath's words "little painter," or perhaps it was his own desire for this ice queen, or simply the instinct of a conqueror.

Mo Yu's "indifferent" heartstrings were gently plucked.

He looked at the stunningly beautiful face before him, so defiant, and at the hint of nervousness and anticipation hidden in her seemingly cold and disdainful icy blue eyes.

Mo Yu suddenly smiled.

"you're right."

He didn't get up, but remained leaning on the dragon throne. He simply reached out and grabbed Esdeath's wrist.

A glint of brilliance flashed in Esdeath's icy blue eyes. Her frost power and war god power surged simultaneously as she reached out to grab Mo Yu's wrist, attempting to wrestle with him.

But the moment her power touched Mo Yu's palm, it vanished without a trace, like ice and snow meeting the blazing sun.

An immense force, utterly irresistible, surged forth.

"Tsk!"

Esdeath pursed her lips in displeasure, realizing she had lost again.

She lost her balance and was pulled over by Mo Yu, falling into his arms and onto the large dragon throne.

The cold touch of the golden dragon throne, penetrating her thin military uniform, made her stiffen.

The imperial dragon throne, though she held no reverence for this position.

But actually sitting on it, I still felt a bit strange.

Mo Yu wrapped his arms around her slender waist, pressing her tightly against his body, making her unable to move.

“As the last and strongest general of the empire, you do indeed… need a special ‘reward’.”

He looked down at the stunningly beautiful face beneath him, completely enveloping her in his shadow. As he watched the astonishment, embarrassment, and barely concealed panic flicker in her icy blue eyes, the corners of his mouth curved upwards even further.

"Little painter?"

Mo Yu lowered his head, leaned close to her ear, and whispered with a smile:
"General Esdeath, the little painter is here to paint your portrait. What do you think of the Ice Queen Muzan?"

The warm breath sprayed onto Esdeath's sensitive earlobe, instantly bringing a delicate blush to her fair neck.

When she met Mo Yu's eyes, her heart skipped a beat for no apparent reason.

Mo Yu's hand roamed freely along the curves of her waist.

I couldn't wait to tear off all her pretenses, to break through her cold armor, to hear her plead for mercy when she could no longer maintain her haughtiness, and to see her reveal more and more interesting expressions.

He utterly ravaged and conquered this once unapproachable ice queen, both body and soul.

On this dragon throne, which symbolizes the highest power of the former empire.

Esdeath, her fingers like hooks, struggled to suppress the pleasure bubbling up from her lips. Her face was as red as a peach blossom, yet she spoke coldly and sarcastically in Mo Yu's ear, trying to maintain her last shred of dignity with even harsher words.

Mo Yu raised an eyebrow, but then she couldn't utter a single word.

Esdeath felt that her pride and arrogance were being crushed bit by bit by an irresistible will.

Esdeath, seeing the teasing look in Mo Yu's eyes, gritted her teeth and said in a soft voice:
"Please—please—good person—"

(End of this chapter)