After reaching the maximum level, my "soft rice system" finally arrived.

At that time, whether in terms of the number of believers or the sphere of influence, the Ironmoon Order will be able to rival the Dawn Church.

Then, we can rightfully step onto the historical stage of the Western Continent and become the fourth major power in the Western Continent!

Farewell, cage!

As the power of faith fluctuated, the enormous projection solidified completely.

The leader of the cult looked up and saw that inside the Hailan Mansion, there were both the direct descendants of the prince's faction and the nobles who were watching from the sidelines...

Even Prince Andrew himself gaped in disbelief when he saw the projection.

Ha, no wonder they're a bunch of petty, money-grubbing nobles.

Even just seeing the projection of the Lord left them speechless with astonishment.

However, this also makes it easier to recruit them as servants of the Lord and to take over the Aran Empire.

The leader of the cult, thinking this, also turned his head away.

Then, he too opened his mouth in astonishment.

The projected figure appeared to be quite young.

Black hair, black eyes, and dressed in a wizard's robe—

After I turned my head, the projection even smiled and waved at me.

Everyone present recognized the projection.

The youngest legend of the Western Continent, the deputy tower master of the Black Tower—

Charles Eguter.

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Chapter Thirty-Eight: The Sword of Damocles

A deathly silence fell over the Hailan Mansion.

The nobles stared at the phantom of the black-haired wizard, every cell in their brains working frantically.

legend--

Even if it's only one word different from "quasi-legendary".

But this one word difference is the difference between heaven and earth.

Countless renowned experts across the continent have been trapped at this final step, unable to overcome this final bottleneck even as their lifespans ran out.

It is precisely because of the rarity of legends that every legend in the Western Continent is the focus of attention of various forces, and even the slightest statement from them is enough to cause turmoil in the entire continent's structure.

Any force, no matter how small it was before, only needs to produce a legend to propel it into the ranks of the top-tier forces in the Western Continent.

This is also why the Dawn Church, the Dark Tower, and the Shadow Council have such a transcendent status, because these three parties have always had legendary figures presiding over them, and the Dawn Church and the Dark Tower often have more than one legendary figure.

This is why, even though Prince Andrew had the upper hand and promised many benefits after the deal was done, many nobles were still unwilling to completely side with him.

Because they knew that Princess Isabella, the Third Princess, and His Majesty Charles, the Deputy Tower Master of the Black Tower, were teammates in the same adventure party many years ago.

Although the legendary adventurer group "Morning Star" is no longer active, who knows if the members still have personal relationships with each other.

Only legends can rival legends; this is an ironclad rule universally acknowledged by the extraordinary beings of the Western Continent.

If the other party is willing to help Isabella, then no matter how great Prince Andrew's previous advantages were, if he cannot also mobilize a legend to counter them, then all their plans will be nothing but a pipe dream.

However, no one expected that the help that Prince Andrew had invited would summon Charles's projection.

So, is His Majesty Charles on Her Highness's side or on Prince Andrew's side?

hiss--

In an instant, many nobles' CPUs were steaming.

……

On the other side, the cult leader was also dumbfounded.

Is not what I have summoned a projection of the Lord?

The Lord's projection... doesn't look like this, does it?

However, the cult leader then forced himself to calm down.

He always considered himself the strategist of the church, whose strength lay in thinking and analysis, from which he could then understand the profound meaning of the Lord's oracle.

This is also why he was able to stand out from a group of antisocial thugs who only knew how to fight and kill, and was chosen by the higher-ups of the cult to become a member of the cult's management.

But soon, after some thought, the cult leader felt he had grasped the crux of the matter—

The speed at which Xia Er achieved legendary status was so astonishing that a considerable number of people in the Western Continent were deeply suspicious of it and put forward many conspiracy theories, such as that he was the reincarnation of a demon king.

However, if from the very beginning—

Charles is God's chosen one on earth, and his astonishing speed of advancement comes from God's blessing, so all the unreasonable things become reasonable.

As a follower of the Lord, it is only natural that Charles has the right to draw upon the Lord's power of faith for his own use, and even to descend into the world as a projection of faith.

"As expected of the supreme ruler, he had already planned everything in secret."

"Not only did they start with the people's beliefs, but they also directly used Charles, the deputy tower master of the Black Tower, as a guide to turn the entire Black Tower into their own domain."

"At that time, with the Empire as fertile ground for the spread of faith and the Black Tower wizards as high-level combat forces to counterbalance the Dawn Church, how can we not succeed in our great cause!"

The leader of the cult spoke respectfully to the projection of Charles: "We beseech you, Lord Favored One, to act on behalf of the Lord and punish those heretics, leaving only those who are willing to submit to the cult."

That confident smile returned to the leader's face, shining brightly once more.

However, as he laughed, he suddenly burst into tears.

Because the projection behind him did not heed his request to take action.

On the contrary, the religious leader felt the blessed power from the Lord being rapidly drained from his body.

Soon, he felt a wave of weakness wash over him.

His magical power, which was originally comparable to that of a seventh-tier member after he became a high-ranking member of the cult and received the Lord's blessing, was rapidly dissipating, and soon he was left with only the weak strength of a fourth-tier member before he joined the cult.

"The power of faith may seem to allow one to rise to the top in one step, but it is ultimately just an external force, not something that comes from one's own accumulation, and therefore it is unreliable."

"There are no shortcuts on the path to the extraordinary. If this continues, it will not only make you dependent and unable to make any progress, but it will also cause irreversible damage to your spirit, body, and even lifespan."

Charles stepped out of the crowd, the bronze fragments in his hand slowly dissipating.

Over the past two days, he spent some time building an arcane model in his mental ocean to reverse-engineer the working principle of the bronze statue. Then, he collected all the faith power that had been infused into the believers in the form of blessings, and destroyed this chaotic faith power along with the bronze statue in the astral plane.

Even experts like the Dawn Church, who specialize in this, only dare to borrow the power of faith through divine magic, and would never dare to absorb it into their own bodies. The harm and side effects of this are self-evident.

Of course, for the leaders of the cult, they don't need to consider the development potential and lifespan of most of the cannon fodder cult members. Exchanging this for rapidly increasing combat power is naturally the best choice.

However, since Charles considered himself a member of the Order faction, he took the opportunity to reclaim the power of faith.

As for those antisocial cult members, they can only be dealt with by the Dawn Church.

With that thought in mind, Charles ignored the weakened and deathly pale cult leader and Prince Andrew beside him, who had lost their protection, and instead turned his gaze to Isabella not far away.

Swah——

A pale sword light shot into the sky, the pure and dense magic power transforming into a pure silver-white glow, standing out conspicuously against the dim sky.

Isabella Fresberg's extraordinary profession is called "Silver Swordsman".

After advancing to Legendary status, she has established herself at the pinnacle of the swordsman class in the entire Western Continent, and is qualified to be crowned with the title of "Sword Saint".

At this moment, the nobles finally realized what was happening.

Since Charles did not interfere with Isabella's advancement, there is no doubt that he ultimately stood on the princess's side.

Not to mention that Isabella herself had by this time completely completed her ascension to legendary status.

This is the first legend born among the royal family of the Aran Empire since its founding emperor.

On one side are two genuine legends, while on the other side is Prince Andrew, who has inexplicably weakened and is no longer as powerful as before, and a cult organization of unknown origin that seems unreliable.

Any nobleman with a sound mind could see which choice to make at this moment.

"Your Highness Isabella, I have always supported your ascension to the throne..."

"Yes, Your Highness, I have always supported you in my heart. However, that old bastard Andrew is unethical. He kidnapped my wife and threatened to let me taste the taste of a minotaur if I didn't obey. I was forced to join his camp!"

"Yes, to use the words from the book 'The War of the Three Kingdoms' sold at Black Tower Bookstore, our actions are like being in Cao Cao's camp but having our hearts in Han's!"

“Your Highness Isabella, I came to see you when you were just a month old! Do you remember your uncle?”

"I will be loyal to you!"

……

The nobles made statements, sought connections, swore oaths, and pledged allegiance, creating quite a scene.

However, Isabella did not respond to the noisy clamor of the nobles around her.

She walked towards Charles step by step. Her long silver hair, which had been styled into a princess braid, had been scattered during the battle and was now cascading down her shoulders like a waterfall, fluttering gently in the evening breeze.