Mystery: A Spark

"My friends, for a long time, I have felt like a prisoner."

"My eyes are blinded, I've lost my way. What can I do in this situation? I don't even know who my enemy is."

“I became an innocent victim of greed, hatred, and cunning.”

“Innocent…” Leonard couldn’t help but cover his face.

If he hadn't learned the truth from his teacher, he would have really thought Arthur was some kind of pure and innocent white lotus.

Arthur, of course, couldn't hear Leonard's complaints; he continued his speech.

"This is the situation we've been facing in recent years; Rune is above everything we have!"

"We no longer need to live in darkness. When the blinders are torn away from our eyes, we will usher in a turning point in our lives!"

He dragged George III out once again and whipped his corpse:

"We have found our true enemy, our former king! That shameless coward and traitor!"

"His greed and lewdness have shaken the soul of this great nation!"

Arthur's eyes gleamed as he looked down at the crowd, his true intentions revealed:

We need a new leader.

"A visionary leader,"

"A leader who has the courage to crush the bones of his enemies to ashes."

He raised one hand. "He's here!"

He raised another one, exclaiming, "He's right here!"

Arthur waved his hands vigorously and shouted:

He will lead his people to victory!!!

People shouted in unison and echoed.

At that moment, they wholeheartedly recognized Mr. Heller and accepted him as their leader.

However, at that moment, a small group of people dressed in black uniforms walked onto the platform.

People gradually quieted down, wondering what new developments had occurred.

Under the spotlight, Constance Rilson swallowed hard and said nervously:

“Mr. Heller.”

"What brings you here?" Arthur asked gently.

"I'm sorry, you are accused of instigating a riot, so you are under arrest."

Chapter 288 George III's End-of-Life Care

Inside Ruins No. 1.

After realizing the situation was dire, Prince Grove seized an opportunity to escape.

The reason he was able to escape was not because he was particularly good at escaping, but mainly because Bonova was too lazy to bother killing him.

After all, if a saint were to be pushed to the brink and decide to fight to the death, that would be quite troublesome.

Therefore, killing is permissible, but unnecessary.

After Grove fled, Bonova neither left nor went directly into the mausoleum.

He simply stood on Megatron's shoulder, quietly gazing at the Toddard Mausoleum ahead, as if waiting for something.

……

Inside the Tudor Mausoleum.

At this point, George III had completely transformed into a curly-haired baboon covered in shadows, with an unidentified crown-shaped organ on his head.

Furthermore, there are various strange distortions in Him, which are the influence of the true Creator.

Because none of the nine mausoleums have been destroyed, George III is still barely conscious.

But He couldn't hold on for long; He could die on the spot at any moment.

The once glorious ruler of a nation is now in such a miserable state; it is truly a wonderful irony.

"Even though King Zhou was an emperor, he died worse than a commoner. This is because King Zhou had long since severed his ties with the world. It was not that the world abandoned him on the day of his death."

The principles of the world are largely interconnected.

However, George III was still a tiny bit better than King Zhou.

Because before He died, there were people who came specifically to provide Him with end-of-life care.

"It's...you!?" King George III looked at the figure that appeared before him and growled with some difficulty.

The figure wore a rather simple white robe, had a light golden beard that covered the lower half of his face, a faint look of pity on his face, and eyes as clear as a baby's.

Adam, King of Angels!

"You betrayed me! You betrayed your allies!" George III's emotions suddenly intensified as he looked at the blond, bearded priest.

He was able to sense the situation in each tomb, and naturally he knew that Hermes had betrayed him on the spot and ambushed Karaman.

Although He did not understand why none of His tombs had been destroyed until now, it was an undeniable fact that the Twilight Hermit had betrayed Him.

George III glared at Adam, awaiting his response.

And Adam did respond to Him, but this response plunged George III into the deepest despair.

“No, you are not my ally. I have never considered you an ally,” Adam said calmly.

His meaning was clear: George III was not qualified to be his ally.

"I've come here to borrow something from you. Please sacrifice a little more for this world." Adam's gaze remained clear, but the expression of compassion on his face deepened.

"Ha, what if I don't lend it?" George III sneered.

"That's not up to you," Adam said, shaking his head slightly, seemingly unconcerned.

As soon as he finished speaking, a handsome middle-aged man in a burgundy suit appeared beside Adam.

The middle-aged man reached out and pressed his hand on the curly-haired baboon's head, as if grasping something, and then slowly pulled it out.

"The soul of an angel who is about to become a god is truly a rare find."

"Wait! What are you trying to do?! You can't do this!" King George III panicked as he felt his soul being gradually extracted.

"Spare me, please spare me, I am the great Black Emperor..."

George III first pleaded, then threatened, and finally turned to supplication, but none of this could stop Thorzner from slowly extracting his soul.

“Actually, you weren’t the best candidate for the Black Emperor, never have been. It’s just that I couldn’t find a suitable candidate before,” Adam sighed softly.

"Insolence! I am the greatest emperor in this world! I am! I know who you have chosen, it's that brat named Heller, isn't it?"

The spirit of George III first roared in anger, then sneered:

“You think he’s a better choice than me, right? But let me tell you, that kid has bigger ambitions than me. I just want to become a god, but nobody knows what he’s up to.”

"He's the kind of person you can't control. You'll regret it. He's definitely not someone you can easily manipulate! Sooner or later, you'll be turned on by him!"

Adam gazed silently at George III's distorted spirit and said calmly:

"So you still don't understand."

"Heh, yes, I don't understand, but I know you can't control him, you absolutely can't control him! You will definitely fail! You definitely will..."

Amidst George III's furious outbursts, His soul was sealed away by Torzner using a unique method, transforming into a deep black crystal, and His furious outbursts ceased abruptly.

"Did you hear what He just said?" Torzner asked Adam with amusement.

“Of course,” Adam said, his expression unchanged.

"So what are your thoughts? Aren't you afraid of being punished later?" Torzner asked with a half-smile.

Adam shook his head. "Sometimes, we all need to make some necessary sacrifices."

"Ha, necessary sacrifices, you're still as stubborn as ever," Torzner shook his head and laughed.

Adam did not respond to those words. He glanced at the black crystal in Torzner's hand, and his figure began to fade and disappear.

Seeing this, Torzner reminded him:

"Oh, and don't forget what you promised me."

"Yes, when the time is right, I will help you get what you want." Adam disappeared completely.

After He left, Torzner tossed the black crystal in his hand and said jokingly:

“You’re actually quite right about something: that kid is definitely not easy to control, so I never thought about controlling him.”

After saying that, he stepped into the spirit world.

A short while after the two men left, Bonova entered the mausoleum.

He looked at the enormous, curly-haired baboon carcass before him and sighed helplessly.

"I feel like I'm turning into a professional corpse collector..."

……

In the mausoleum outside East Chestershire.

When George III fell, the two people who were engaged in fierce battle here simultaneously perceived this truth, either through the change of order or through their own prophecies.

The two stopped fighting simultaneously.

Holding Frostmourne, her hair snow-white, and her entire being shrouded in deathly aura, Bernadette looked at William Augustus before her and asked in a cold, hoarse voice:

"Do you want to continue fighting?"

William Augustus paused for a moment, then sighed softly:

"It's not necessary anymore."

“You seem rather calm, as if you’re not too concerned about the death of George III?” Bernadette tossed her right hand lightly, and Frostmourne vanished in the firelight.

“It’s not that I don’t care, it’s just that I think someone like him is unlikely to achieve great things, so I was mentally prepared for it long ago,” William Augustus said.