People in Terra, governing a bizarre little country

When he truly stepped into an unprecedented and uncharted territory, and when he finally realized that Letania could no longer bring him any further progress, he naturally "abandoned" his status as emperor.

He secluded himself in a high tower, ignoring politics and watching the Electors reclaim power, watching them plot, watching Fremont betray him, and watching them use Gallic magic, Letanian magic, and lich sorcery to create the twin queens—Ivignad and Helimat, two "artificial weapons against the Witch King"!

It's not that he can't see these things; on the contrary, they're all right under his nose.

He could imbue his name with magic; even from thousands of miles away, he could sense it whenever someone mentioned it. How could he possibly be completely unconcerned or wary of the electors whose power he had long since usurped?

He just didn't care anymore.

"Herhunzoren".

Somewhat abruptly, Ernst shook his head, letting the monologue-like introductions continue to ring in his ears, before turning directly to look at Helhunzoren beside him:

"debate?"

He suddenly said that the word was simple and unambiguous, unless Herhunzoren knew that in another era it represented "another meaning."

Sure enough, the next second, a look of surprise flashed across Helhunzoren's face.

I misjudged you.

There was no movement, but the incessant chatter of "Ernst" in Ernst's ears stopped. At the same time, the scene in front of Ernst rippled like water, dissipating completely within a few seconds.

The towering towers and narrow streets were gone; the remarkably young-looking, aggrieved Herhunzoren was gone; and Emengard in Ernst's arms was gone.

Oh, this one is still here.

Emengard's face flushed red. Realizing that Ernst had finally broken free of the illusion, she gritted her teeth and angrily tapped Ernst on the head with her lifeline:

"Don't let go!"

Ernst released his grip. The little lich landed back on the ground, glaring fiercely at Ernst:

"How dare you underestimate me like that! I am a lich. Even if the lich king is powerful, a mere illusion couldn't possibly trap me for that long!"

"And another thing, you're all talk and no action! You've made fun of my chest several times in such a short time!"

Ernst gave an awkward twitch of his lips, thought for a moment, and decided to ignore Emengard for the time being.

It was his oversight not to notice when the "debate" started. But the Witch King's "debate" was clearly a bootleg version. It might work against others, but against Ernst, who had seen the original, it was like asking him to play "Monkey King: Hero Is Back" versus "Black Myth: Wukong"—both were monkeys, but the difference was enormous!

He glanced around the throne room where Jiu was currently located, then looked up at the elderly witch king with a full beard sitting on the throne in the distance, and bluntly retorted:

"You're not honest either, Witch King."

"You were the first person to realize that a debate was taking place."

Seated on his throne, the Witch King spoke calmly.

"You were also the first person to use the word 'debate'."

"What made you notice my weakness?"

Ernst shrugged.

There's a lot to say about this.

If he had to pinpoint the exact time, it was when he entered the "Wilderness" region of the subspace.

Upon entering this place, Emengard was hit almost immediately, but he himself was completely unharmed.

In terms of magical skill, Emengard was clearly superior to him. She had fallen victim to an illusion-based Originium Arts without even realizing it, so there was no reason why he wouldn't have reacted at all.

Of course, Ernst could loosely explain it as his "invulnerability to all laws"!

The essence of amber should guarantee its immutability; theoretically, any mental attack on oneself should be ineffective. But is this really the case in reality?

Ernst recalled that he had been subjected to "illusion" twice.

The first time was when Neve used her racial talent of Mind Blast to create an illusion for herself. Ernst did indeed enter the illusion and see his "past life" self.

Although it was only a fleeting glimpse, it was indeed a kind of illusion.

Of course, even if we take a step back, Ernst could interpret it as a little trick played by "Precyth." He himself is actually immune.

But if that's the case, it doesn't explain another problem.

If he was indeed not under a spell, then why did Emengard not wake up after "Helhunzoren" threw Emengard into his arms and they had physical contact?

His slaps can even purify demons; this witch king's illusions are even more powerful than demons'.

The second time was a "debate" with the "Preserver".

That time, Ernst actually fell victim to an illusion and was dragged into a "debate," facing Precyth face to face.

Incidentally, on that occasion, Precyth was just as unruly as the Witch King.

Once all other options are eliminated, the remaining one, however unbelievable, is the truth!

Sienster is indeed susceptible to illusions, at least to the type of illusion called "debate." There's a difference between the soul and the subconscious; his immunity lies in a higher dimension, rather than simply being "completely immune to mental influences."

But even so, there are many requirements to have any impact on Ernst.

At the very least, you need to have the abilities of Precy and the Preservator to initiate a "debate".

The Witch King did it, though not completely.

Wu put together a rudimentary version of a debate, constructing an illusion to make people question their own hearts, and he could also participate in it.

"If I had to say, it would be when you dumped Emengard on me."

"I'm not a thing! No, I'm not a thing either! Anyway, don't describe me like that!"

Emengard protested from the side, but neither the Witch King nor Ernst paid her any attention.

Ernst concealed the matter concerning "amber," while the Witch King nodded with interest.

Ernst continued:

"As for what made me realize that there was definitely a problem here, it was Helhunzoren's evaluation of the Witch King."

Ernst had to admit that the "debate" the Witch King had put together was a truly rudimentary version. Look at the "debate" of the Preservers—how sophisticated it was! They spoke their minds freely, allowing no concealment. If Precys hadn't hijacked the server, Ernst might have actually sparked some intellectual exchange with the Preservers.

And what about the Witch King? Not only did he not directly reveal what Ernst was thinking, he even went so far as to create a "voice of the mind" to whisper in other people's ears and deceive them.

That's weird. Does he really think this method can fool people?

Just like the anime Ernst watched in his past life, when the protagonist loses to the villain, he suddenly enters the Hall of Mind and a series of flashbacks begin. After the flashbacks, a version of himself, half-covered, pops up and asks, "So? Are you ready?"

What a hot-blooded idiot!

Ernst got goosebumps when he heard that.

Why do you Letanians always do such lousy things?

Even the Witch King felt a little embarrassed by such a assessment.

The ram on the throne turned its head to the side and coughed softly:

"Cough cough!"

“Ernst, now that you’re awake, keep your promise and leave. You’re never welcome in my Pavi.”

“Aren’t you curious why I know about debate?” Ernst countered.

The Witch King clicked his tongue.

Was he curious? Of course he was. But the scenes he showed Ernst in his illusion weren't fake either; if he didn't get Ernst out soon, his little place would be demolished sooner or later!

The loss of Pavieyong is a minor matter, but if a hole is torn in the wasteland, then the trouble will be much greater!

How could a young man like Ernst know the terror of "demons"?

As for whether Ernst was the Creator's lackey, the Witch King thought it unlikely.

In the field of Originium research, he considered himself to have reached the pinnacle. In Terra, if not the last, then at least there was no one before him!

Putting everything else aside, where do you think these life-size replicas of famous Lytanian towers that stand majestically in the void of the Warp came from?

He used the information stored in the Originium to extract it himself and build it himself!

What a feat this is! It means that if he wanted, he could even use Originium to create his own territory, his own country, and his own people!

What is that? That is the realm of the Creator!

It was precisely because of this that he noticed the abnormality, realized the mystery behind the seemingly ordinary resource [Originium], and discovered the creator hidden behind everything, waiting to reap all the rewards!

Therefore, he abandoned everything, even his own "life." He borrowed the Fate Knot from Fremont and erected a tower in the wasteland, hoping to fight against the demons while further researching Originium, all while avoiding the Creator's gaze. He wanted to find the Creator, the one who created Terra, manipulated Terra, wove destiny, and gave him the opportunity to transcend that destiny—that "god"!

Then, prove it to him! Prove your greatness!

To surpass the divine with mortal form! To witness eternity!

Ernst, however, clearly did not fit the image of the Creator's lackey that he had imagined. He was too weak; although he knew about "debate," he showed absolutely no "awareness" of the Originium, the tower beneath his feet, or his own condition.

He himself is now in an informational state of decompressed Originium! He is a "projection" within amber!

The fact that he didn't mention this crucial point proves that he wasn't that henchman.

The Witch King is still waiting.

During his years in the desolate region, he had sorted out many things, gleaning much information about the "Creator" and the Creator's civilization from the complex flow of information from the Originium. But the appearance of the demons made him realize that his time was running out.

These subdimensional evil spirits have set their sights on this "Pavilion." The information about his palace has already become fragmented under the corruption of the evil spirits. The tower is diminishing every day, and his rate of "recreation" is far slower than the rate of the evil spirits' infection. Perhaps in a few years, or perhaps only a few months, this desolate palace and he himself will be corrupted by the evil spirits and disappear forever.

He was indeed curious about Ernst's source of information, but he didn't have time to do anything else.

If we don't get this kid out of here soon, his behemoth friends will tear this place down! His grand undertaking against the Creator is over today!

So, you plague god, you'd better get out of here!

Without consulting Ernst again or saying another word, the Witch King, his face dark, raised his hand, opened a spatial rift, then lifted Emengard and kicked her away.

Emengard: "Why did you kick me?"

Ernst watched this scene, then glanced at the Witch King, and waved his hand:

"I'll go by myself."

The Witch King remained silent, watching Ernst walk out of the spatial rift before turning his gaze away.

Then, he took a deep breath and initiated the first-ever region-wide broadcast since the establishment of the Desolate Domain Palace:

"Ernst has already left, stop demolishing! Ernst has already left, stop demolishing! Ernst has already left, stop demolishing!"

"You all need to get out of here!"

Ernst jumped out of the spatial rift, lost his footing, and crashed onto Emengard.

It's a pity there's no bonus content; Emengard doesn't have that ability.

Fortunately, there was a mat.

The Emengards were stunned. The bullied little lich, surprisingly, didn't say a word this time. He got up from the ground and then hid in a corner.

Ernst glanced at the Black Gold Hall, which had suddenly fallen silent because of his unexpected arrival from the sky, then looked up at the reflection of the "Horn of Origin" in the sky, which was covered by lightning, clouds, and frost, and let out a long sigh.

has it ended?

The Corner of Origin still exists, the Concert of Nations was interrupted, and representatives from various nations experienced a journey through a desolate region without any security guarantees; even the Witch King is still alive there.

This matter is far from over!

Chapter 792 Leopold, the scapegoat of this world!

Leitania, Trilintelme, Black Gold Hall, International Summit Provisional Meeting.

Without even a moment's sadness over the cancellation of the International Concert, what followed was the public trial in Letania!

This is probably the most tense moment of the Twin Queens' lives. Even though the remnants of the Witch King's faction who caused trouble have been captured, the Horn of Origin still hovers high above the capital, Trinitylme. This is far more oppressive than any "dark clouds pressing down on the city, threatening to crush it." Add to that the solemn expressions on the faces of the representatives from various nations attending the International Music Festival, and even the usually optimistic, cheerful, and benevolent [Eternal Grace] is starting to lose her smile.

很显然9，这不是她能4解决的问题8。至少2不是现在的4她一个人就3能解3决的问题。05

Left with no other choice, she turned her gaze to Helinmat, who was in charge of military affairs, including security. Helinmat had no choice but to stand up and briefly explain the current situation:

"The remnants of the Witch King's faction have been arrested, and some of them have confessed that all of this was orchestrated by Korra Lowenstein, the chief of the Witch King's remnants, with the aim of summoning the Origin Horn to destroy Letania."

The introduction is concise and to the point, and the situation is clear and understandable. The only question is, who is Kelvin Lowenstein?

The first to launch an attack was Victoria's representative, Viscount Walton, whose face still bore a trace of lingering fear. Clearly, this trip to the "Wilderness," which had escaped his control, had left a considerable psychological scar on this trusted lieutenant of Curst. So much so that his gaze towards the Twin Queens held a hint of suspicion and hostility.

He stood up, spread his hands, sneered, and without looking at Helinmat, asked the other representatives present:

"It seems that Her Majesty the Queen of Letania intends to tell us this fact."

"An unknown nobody—forgive me, I've already forgotten her name—in Triinttelme, the capital of Letania, right under the Queen's nose, bypassed the Letania Golden Law Guard's scrutiny and evaded the Queen's spies, secretly letting in a large group of remnants of the Witch King, who also appeared out of nowhere. Not only that, they successfully infiltrated this highly anticipated Black Gold Hall, replacing the Royal Orchestra, who should have undergone rigorous selection processes, without anyone noticing. And in front of countless Letania sorcerers who considered themselves masters of Originium Arts, they cast a spell here, bringing the legendary Witch King's palace down upon all of us!"

"Your Majesty, it's not that I'm unwilling to believe you, but do you even believe the story you're telling?"