People in Terra, governing a bizarre little country

He only had a few late-night rendezvous with Ernst, how come he suddenly seems like a completely different person?

What's wrong? Is Ernst the true dragon's Oripathy?

Every cause has its effect; is my retribution for your actions?

Or are those inexplicable rumors circulating in the palace actually true?

The spring night is fleeting, the sun rises high, and from then on, the emperor no longer holds morning court. Did the true dragon truly have a penchant for "that kind of thing," so after taking a liking to Ernst, he spared no expense, lighting beacon fires to amuse the feudal lords and sending troops to fight the Snow Leopard, all to win a smile from the Snow Leopard?

Surely not? That would be terrifying!

"what are you thinking about?"

The Grand Commandant's voice abruptly brought the Grand Tutor back to reality. Recalling the thoughts that had inexplicably wandered in his mind, the Grand Tutor couldn't help but shudder.

"nothing."

He coughed, blocking out the unhealthy images in his mind, and forcefully steered the conversation back on track:

"In short, the situation cannot continue like this. The court officials are all very dissatisfied with His Majesty's rash actions this time. If things continue like this, His Majesty may..."

"What will happen?"

The Grand Commandant's eyebrows furrowed, and a murderous glint flashed in his eyes.

"Let's see who dares to do that?!"

The Grand Tutor glanced at him.

You've put on quite a show, making it seem as if you, the Grand Commandant, weren't among those who demanded a "military remonstrance" against the old dragon.

"I believe that you gentlemen are all very pure, and that you only have the desire to serve the country in your hearts."

"But no matter what, His Majesty's actions this time were still too risky."

"To launch a campaign against the old year is a matter of national importance. Without careful planning, meticulous analysis, and adequate preparation, and without properly handling all internal and external troubles, to start it rashly is to gamble with the fate of the Yan Kingdom."

The Grand Commandant nodded slightly.

He knew perfectly well that what the Grand Tutor was saying was all nonsense.

How meticulous does a plan need to be to be considered flawless? How comprehensive do reserves need to be to be considered foolproof? And can a detailed deduction truly keep up with changes?

Times are changing, technology is changing, and the people executing plans are changing. Perhaps tomorrow, those Colombians who are good at inventing will be able to build a super cannon that can shatter mountains with a single shot. Will the perfect plan formulated today still be considered perfect?

These are all just platitudes.

"I understand how you feel, but I'm sorry, we really can't help you here," and "It's not that I don't want to help you, it's just that your paperwork is incomplete, please go to window xx to go through the procedures" are essentially just excuses.

But even though they knew it, no one could find fault with what the Grand Tutor said.

Moreover, since he had said those words, the Grand Commandant understood what he wanted to do.

Do you think this is a good idea?

The Grand Commandant said in a deep voice.

The Grand Tutor shook his head:

"It was a last resort."

"Now that Duke Wei has returned to the court, he enjoys considerable prestige among the people due to his anti-corruption efforts. After this incident, His Majesty will surely lose the hearts of the people. To protect the Great Yan dynasty, we have no choice but to remonstrate with His Majesty to return the throne to Duke Wei."

Popular support is actually secondary. After all, the Great Yan Dynasty is currently peaceful and prosperous, and the situation has not yet reached the point where popular support can sway who becomes king and who dominates the country, leading to widespread chaos.

Wei Yanwu's current reputation mainly comes from his official standing—after all, a rational emperor is always better than a reckless madman.

The Grand Commandant did not answer immediately. After hearing the Grand Tutor's words, he simply frowned and showed a somewhat puzzled expression.

"To be honest, I always feel that there's something fishy about what's been happening lately."

"It feels like someone deliberately wanted us to think this way."

"Be careful!"

The Grand Tutor suddenly spoke, interrupting the Grand Commandant.

His face looked even more tense and serious than when he had uttered those treasonous words, his gray eyes staring intently into the Grand Commandant's eyes.

The Grand Commandant stared into those eyes, as if he understood something, and slightly opened his mouth:

"you"

"His Majesty's merits and demerits will be judged by future generations."

The Grand Tutor's tone was exceptionally solemn.

"The fault lies entirely with our incompetence, Your Majesty. The blame lies with our generation."

He didn't say the last half of his sentence, nor did he dare to.

The sins are committed in this era, but the merits will last for generations.

He was a smart man. The dragon's sudden and abnormal behavior overnight was so unusual that even if he couldn't guess what happened that night or what prompted the dragon's actions, he could still see some clues about the dragon's desired goal from its behavior.

But because he had noticed something amiss, he had no choice but to swallow his absurd guess and honestly play the fool.

After all, His Majesty has already made a mistake. As his subjects, they were like submissive wives who failed to stop him beforehand and prevent him from incurring this infamy; they were utterly incompetent. Now that His Majesty is the ruler of the country and the father of the family, how can they be allowed to interfere with what His Majesty does?

I can only do my best to support him, even at my own expense, so as not to offend His Majesty.

Looking at the silent Grand Tutor, the Grand Commandant took a deep breath and let out a long sigh.

"咚咚-"

A sudden, urgent knocking sound jolted the two people inside out of their complicated thoughts.

"who?"

The Grand Commandant asked in a loud voice.

An urgent call came from outside the door:

"Grand Commandant, Grand Tutor, come out quickly! Something terrible has happened!"

The Grand Commandant glanced at the Grand Tutor, stood up, walked to the door, and opened it:

"As an official in the inner court, why are you in such a panic?"

The official outside the door looked panicked. He opened his mouth, stammered for a long time but couldn't say anything coherent. Finally, he simply stepped aside and avoided the view.

What came into the Grand Tutor's view was this scene.

A winding, dark golden crack appeared in the sky, like a scroll of silk torn open by a giant claw. A viscous golden glow flowed from the crack, gradually spreading across the sky to create a scene that was both incredibly familiar and yet somewhat ambiguous—Suiling.

At this very moment, within the Suiling Mausoleum, two colossal beasts, born from ancient times and existing eternally into this world, are engaged in fierce combat. Each collision seems capable of shaking heaven and earth, yet they are bound by some invisible force within that golden domain.

There was a white beast with deer antlers on its head and a body like a mountain. Its every move seemed to freeze the heavens and earth.

With a single step, countless ice lotuses bloomed from the tips of its antlers. Its rugged back was covered in frost armor that had remained unchanged for millennia, and each flick of its tail unleashed a blizzard in the golden space. Ice crystals condensed beneath its feet into a stairway to heaven, and the wind and snow transformed into countless translucent ice phoenixes, carrying the breath of winter as they pounced on their enemies.

Another beast, in dragon form, its entire body crimson, coiled within burning thunderclouds. Facing the wind and snow, it raised its dragon claws, and where they swept, both the "Transformation from Illusion to Reality" and "Form" techniques manifested simultaneously. Countless bronze halberds and heavy iron swords emerged from the void, their blades crackling with quenched lightning. Neither dodging nor evading, they spewed forth purplish-red karmic fire with the opening and closing of their reverse scales, melting the attacking ice phoenix into a shower of phosphorescent dust. In the next instant, it used its tail fin to whip up three hundred spinning weapons, as if controlling a hurricane of metal and fire, to retaliate against the white behemoth!

The moment the dragon's claws collided with the beast's paws, the golden space trembled slightly, like ripples spreading across a still lake. A spiraling pillar of light, interwoven with frost and lightning, whose shockwave should have leveled the surrounding area for miles, was blocked and swallowed by a canopy of gray-black threads the instant it touched the palace complex of the Forbidden City below. It was as if a supreme deity, using the sky as a backdrop, was showing the entire Hundred Stained City a special effects movie with an investment of billions, unparalleled in its scale!

The movie is called "The War to Slay the Gods"!

The Grand Commandant stood there, stunned.

The Grand Tutor looked puzzled, slowly walked out of the room, raised his head, and then fell silent.

The two men considered themselves to be people who had crawled out of mountains of knives and rolled in frying pans; they had seen all sorts of things.

But at this moment, even those with unwavering composure were starting to falter.

In this situation, only two words from a classic Chinese poem can fully express their feelings.

"Fuck!"

Chapter 980 Some giant beasts are only level three because the highest level is three.

A mysterious celestial canopy suddenly appeared above the Hundred Stove, and the battle to slay the gods abruptly turned into a live online broadcast!

Zhenlong could even imagine the headlines on the front page of Yan Kingdom's newspapers tomorrow.

But there was no sign of displeasure on his face. On the contrary, standing in front of the palace hall, his face was full of excitement.

"Oh my gosh, so exciting, so exciting!"

"It's a rare treat to witness a battle between the strongest! Even if I die this time, it will be worth it!"

The officials standing nearby had various expressions on their faces. Some stared blankly at the sky, while others stared at His Majesty the Emperor with a bewildered look. Still others looked around as if searching for someone, their faces showing expressions of utter despair.

The emperor is actually a bloodthirsty spectator; this world is getting crazier and crazier!

I wonder how the Grand Tutor and the Grand Commandant have discussed this. How can the fate of the Yan Kingdom be handed over to such a madman with a magnetic field?

Another protagonist in the sky's light screen shared roughly the same feelings as them.

His brain had already gone dull by that age.

He roamed this land for ten thousand years, and among the giant beasts, he was a true being who could "beat up the South Mountain Nursing Home and kick the North Sea Kindergarten"!

Go ask around the world, and you'll find that I am the most famous beast in history.

Of the little karami who are currently fighting with Him, apart from that young fellow with the bell who hits people hard, weren't they all defeated opponents who were easily beaten to the ground by Him back then?

But now?

These guys can actually shit on His head!

This is completely contrary to the Heavenly Principles!

It's important to understand that He is no longer a "weakened version." He has just absorbed the remaining eleven Year Beast agents. Although they are currently resisting Him within His body, He is now a genuine "strongest level three behemoth in history" possessing twelve powers!

If it were the Holy Lord from next door, he would definitely shout, "I have everything I need now!"

But what about Him?

Not only did He not pin "Little Demon Dragon" to the ground and put on a show of filial piety, He even had a feeling that the white guy opposite him hadn't even used his full strength yet!

The reason is simple: His true form isn't even here! What's standing here is merely an avatar!

[Age] felt an unprecedented sense of being "disrespected".

But this can't actually be blamed on [Sami], because [Sami]'s true form is absolutely impossible to move.

Jeragand once asked Sami this question—why can behemoths like Chronicles, Year, Evening, and Order come to Sherag, while Sami only ever appears as an avatar?

Sami's response at the time was: "Because I am Sami myself."

This is a declarative sentence without any rhetorical devices.

The sheer size of the Sami is perhaps unprecedented in modern Terra. One could even say that everything people discuss happening in the Sami is essentially taking place on the riddled back of this creature. With the slightest movement, the entire map of the nation known as the Sami would shift across Terra!

This is only the most cautious evaluation standard.

Why did Ernst stop worrying about Sui's side and focus all his attention on Jingyu Main Mine after hearing that Sami was willing to participate in the God-Slaying War?

Because he specifically asked Kal'tsit about [Sami].

"The giant beast Sami is a giant beast that survived an ancient war."

Kal'tsit replied in this way.

Ernst was puzzled for a moment, feeling as if he had stumbled upon an ancient secret he had never heard of before:

"War of the Giants also broke out on Terra?"

Who knew Kal'tsit would just say something like:

"When did I say it was an ancient war on the [land of Terra]?" (Three or four)

Where is it if not on Terra?

Ernst's vision wasn't broad enough at the time, until Kelsey directly told Ernst the three dimensions of [Sami].

“【Sami】is 1000km high, 600km wide, and 1200km long.”

"Once fully deployed, it is comparable to a dwarf planet, serving as a biological ark, carrying a complete natural system and bearing the weight of civilization."

"Lord Ernst, why don't you do the math yourself?"

Even if Ernst were stupid, he should have realized something was wrong by now.

600km high? Terra's sky is only 6km high, which means if [Sami] stood up, he could punch a huge hole in the isolation layer?

Wait, what war was he fighting back then?