Am I going to be controlled by the players too?

"You've already dared to do it!"

"Father, what I mean is..." the older brother lowered his head, "...is she the Sword Saint's disciple? She was one of the candidates too..."

Vilette sat back down without saying a word.

There are some things that my son is not yet old enough to know.

Upon receiving the firearms design blueprints, he felt his memories resurface and realized that Her Majesty the Queen had sealed and deleted these memories.

Why did the Queen delete it?

Most likely it's to defeat some troublesome demon.

So it is very likely that with the advent of firearms, the firearms demon that had been hidden away will be resurrected. Because he lacks fear and power, he will definitely make contracts with people to slowly increase people's fear of him.

In that case, it's very likely that someone made a deal with the devil and obtained the weapon.

This is just a guess.

However, his son had a point; investigating with the Sword Saint was a good option—although he firmly believed that the contemporary Sword Saint, the true hero, "Temperance" Karen, would never do anything unjust.

Ugh……

He sighed.

The entire kingdom of Konoma, encompassing one capital, one district, and fifty states, now rests on his shoulders—but this world is becoming increasingly troublesome.

Only then did he notice his daughter standing in the doorway, and raised his hand to beckon to Sylvia:

"come over."

Sylvia went over and sat down next to him.

Violet reached out and gently patted her head.

That hand was warm, large, and carried a faint smell of ink and files.

"I heard you haven't been home at night for the past few days?" His voice softened. "Where have you been going to play?"

"I'm with my friends," Sylvia said softly, leaning on his shoulder.

“You’re a troublesome little one too,” Vilette chuckled, tapping her nose. “Alright, go out and play. Daddy’s very busy today.”

Sylvia didn't move. She looked up at her father and said, "I can help Dad."

Vilette paused for a moment.

“I studied law school for a long time and have been helping out at the court,” Sylvia said earnestly. “I also want to help my dad with this case!”

Looking at that earnest little face, Violet smiled, a smile that was tinged with weariness, relief, and a touch of pride: "Good, good... my daughter has grown up."

A warm feeling welled up in Vilette's heart.

My own daughter is the best!

If all people in the world were as kind as Sylvia, there would be no conflict in the world...

Chapter 52, The Immortal Crown

Elf Empire.

The ninth level of the Imperial Capital's underground city—Chesed, the Benevolent.

The war has lasted for more than twenty days, and the Jianmu tree still stands.

however.

The once towering canopy of trees is now less than half its original size. The broken branches pile up on the ground, forming small hills, each taller than the walls of the capital. The resin that oozes from the broken branches has solidified into an amber color, hanging on the trunk like tears.

The tree trunk was covered with countless bullet holes, shell marks, and charred burn marks. The bark peeled off layer by layer, revealing the fresh wood underneath, which was then covered with new ammunition.

But it's not dead yet.

The wounds were healing at a visible rate, with new wood gushing from the cracks, filling the bullet holes and covering the shell marks. Although the healing was much slower than initially, it was indeed still healing.

"Fire—!!!"

Peng Longteng's roar echoed throughout the entire battlefield.

She is the Imperial General, a legendary figure who commands the "chariots." At this moment, she stands at the forefront of the army formation, her two-meter-tall body resembling an iron tower, her dark red armor gleaming with a bloody light in the firelight.

She raised both hands high and swung them forward sharply—

Behind him, countless gun barrels simultaneously spat out flames!

"Da da da da da—!!!"

Automatic rifles, light machine guns, heavy machine guns... countless bullets poured out like a torrential rain, each one imbued with legendary power by Peng Longteng!

"Boom boom boom boom—!!!"

Individual rockets, vehicle-mounted rockets, cannons, howitzers... those kings of war roared incessantly, causing the earth to tremble!

"Cool!!!"

Peng Longteng laughed loudly, "My lads! Beat them hard! Turn this old tree into firewood! Burn it tonight to keep the whole army warm!"

"kill--!!!"

Her response was a roar of fury from the entire army.

Another salvo.

The bark of the giant tree peeled off layer by layer, its thick branches broke in the artillery fire, and leaves the size of houses fell like snowflakes, crashing to the ground with a deafening roar.

Another round.

Again—

"stop!"

Peng Longteng raised his hand.

Gunfire, artillery fire, and explosions ceased simultaneously.

The battlefield suddenly fell silent, with only the deep groans emanating from the giant tree itself, like the wind passing through its hollows, or like countless people weeping at the same time.

"Warlock team!" Peng Longteng shouted.

"exist!"

A group of warlocks dressed in black robes stepped forward, forming hand seals. The eerie green light of necromancy emanated from their hands, covering the giant tree's wounds and preventing it from healing itself.

"Good!" Peng Longteng nodded in satisfaction, turned and walked towards the military tent. "Rest for two hours! Replenish your ammunition and then continue fighting!"

This is how war should be fought!

she thought.

I was wondering why, despite being legends themselves, and especially those leaning towards war, their powers were inferior to others—it's all Alvira's fault for removing firearms!

I think her real purpose in fighting the demons is to weaken the empire!

But things are better now.

With firearms back in action, Peng Longteng could finally fight with unrestrained abandon.

The military factory was operating at full capacity, with ammunition being delivered continuously. Although it wasn't enough for her to keep fighting—she needed to rest for two hours after every hour of fighting, allowing the sorcerers to continue suppressing the giant tree's regeneration—it was already much better than before.

Before, fighting these things required sacrificing lives; now, all you need to do is use ammunition. Isn't that great?

Peng Longteng's mind grew increasingly pleased with himself. He flung open the heavy curtain of the military tent, strode in, and shouted at the top of his lungs, "I had a good time fighting today! Have the kitchen send over five catties of beef!"

Her voice stopped abruptly.

The military tent was filled with people.

In the very center, on her general's chair, sat a young girl.

The girl looked to be only thirteen or fourteen years old, with a slightly chubby face and a petite figure. Sitting on that large chair, she looked like a little girl who had secretly put on an adult's clothes—if those clothes weren't a dragon robe.

The yellow robe embroidered with a five-clawed golden dragon gleamed faintly in the candlelight. The girl's short white hair was tied up high with a jade hairpin, revealing her smooth forehead and a pair of indifferent eyes.

This person is the Empress of the Elf Empire, a legendary figure who wields the title of "Emperor," the master of the empire's source dragon veins, and the ruler of billions of elves—

Ji Yushen!

Peng Longteng's legs buckled, and he knelt down with a thud, his forehead hitting the ground heavily.

"Your subject Peng Longteng pays his respects to Your Majesty! Long live Your Majesty! Long live Your Majesty!"

The military tent was completely silent.

The civil and military officials sitting on either side looked at her coldly.

Peng Longteng glanced at those people out of the corner of his eye—

Grand Secretaries of the Cabinet, Minister of War, Vice Minister of Revenue, Vice Minister of Works, Left Censor-in-Chief of the Censorate, Chief Justice of the Court of Judicial Review, Commissioner of the Court of Transmission... Basically all the civil and military officials of the court were here.

Each of them had a thin iron chain hanging around their neck.

The iron chain extended from the Empress's dantian, passed through the military tent, and hung around the necks of everyone, a legend unknown to anyone.

One of them was hanging around Peng Longteng's own neck.

This is precisely the power of the "Emperor" card, ruling over all people with supreme authority.

"Flat body."

The Empress spoke softly, and Peng Longteng trembled upon hearing it: "Thank you, Your Majesty!"

"Your Majesty..." she stood up obediently, carefully choosing her words, "Why didn't you let me know you were coming? I could have made preparations and had the servants greet you..."

"I've come to deliver bad news to you." The Empress looked at her with a half-smile.

Peng Longteng was sweating profusely.

"Your grandniece, Liu Ruyan, is dead."

Peng Longteng was stunned for a moment, then immediately reacted, his face beaming with smiles: "Your Majesty, this is a good thing! That traitor who abandoned her country and family, thinking that she could enjoy wealth and glory after escaping to the kingdom, now she deserves to die! I have long wanted to clean house, but I have never had the opportunity—now that she is dead, it is truly gratifying!"

"is it?"

The Empress tilted her head, a hint of amusement flashing in her phoenix eyes: "But she was assassinated as a candidate for queen."

Peng Longteng was startled.

"I thought the Peng family deliberately sent their children to the kingdom because they were very interested in the throne... After all, a general who doesn't want to be the queen isn't a good general."