Die, All of You

"We're about to win," the Grand Speaker thought.

The councilors suffered heavy casualties, and Phaethon was slaughtering these foolish mortals without restraint. The so-called God of the Star Palace had become a borrowed weapon, and he had no qualms about it—he was born to destroy the ants of the lower realms, killing anyone was the same to him.

Screams, questions, and curses mingled together, but the Grand Speaker seemed oblivious. Even someone as composed, calm, and decisive as him needed to do his best to keep his composure at this moment.

His blood-stained hands were still trembling slightly; just moments before, he had killed nine key councilors.

Councilors Wa'erkao and Gelete had their skin peeled off by his telekinetic powers; Councilors Aisipan and Feienluo were forcibly used as the basis for his spellcasting, from which he summoned and activated two water elementals; Fermat had his neck snapped by a gust of wind; and Councilor Chashiding had to endure Flame burning from within his abdomen... Each councilor had their own way of dying, a judgment made by his rage and hatred.

I feel relieved now that I've already done it.

He was about to win, he thought.

"Kang De's plane" crashed into a residential area, "Kang De's assassins" rampaged through the Tower of All-Seeing, and "Kang De's attack" nearly killed all the councilors who were meeting there.

Such a national humiliation is unprecedented in history.

Hatred will spread, will will unite, and power will be concentrated.

From this moment forward, "the war of revenge" will become the only politically correct thing to do. All differences, interests, and disputes must give way to this correctness. The newly formed Senate will inevitably entrust all power to it, and the people will inevitably shout their support for the monarch who has sworn revenge. Therefore, Grand Speaker Griffin Williams will undoubtedly hold the highest power in the Mage Kingdom.

The power of war, the power of peace, the power of killing, the power of diplomacy.

And... the right to interpret.

Soon, I will break free from the long-standing, corrupt shackles of this nation and, in this rapidly changing and unknown world, fight for a new future for the Council... a future that I will lead and guide.

The unbearable screams of pain drew his attention back to the Mortal World. The Grand Speaker looked up and saw that Senate Kaliusi had been pierced through the abdomen by a hand. Flowing lightning erupted from his body, and the overwhelming power was destroying everything this upright and reserved spellcaster had... life, effort, destiny.

And Phaethon, who had done all this, was laughing hysterically.

The God of the Star Palace was seriously injured and had been imprisoned by Griffin for a long time. Even after the imprisonment was lifted, his combat power was reduced, and the surprise attack did not go very smoothly.

The attack was sudden and the councilors suffered heavy casualties. But this is, after all, the highest administrative center of the Kingdom of a Thousand Laws. Even though the councilors were not fully armed due to the system, the spellcaster is still the spellcaster.

The surviving councilors shattered their canes, using top-tier magical cores as their staffs, and combined with the rings, amulets, and badges they wore, they launched a counterattack against the sudden attackers. However, the enemy was fierce and unpredictable, and the councilors suffered some injuries. The desperately held line of defense eventually collapsed.

Kaliusi was one of the longest-serving members of parliament.

Amid Phaethon's brutality and maniacal laughter, the Executor's eyes were bloodshot, his skin constantly bursting open from the electric current, his body covered in blood, a truly gruesome sight. He could only stare at Grand Speaker Griffin, howling and screaming inhumanly, "Griffin! Griffin! Is that you! Why!"

Griffin lowered his eyes and said softly, "Child, I'm sorry, I had no other choice."

The next second, he raised his head, his eyes sharp as knives. "Don't humiliate him, kill him."

Phaethon withdrew his arm, and the executive officer's body collapsed with a thud, his breath vanishing instantly.

"It's over."

Witnessing the Executor Kaliusi fall to the ground, the Grand Speaker felt as if a piece of his heart had been emptied.

He looked bewildered. This mage, seventeen years his junior, had always been the most brilliant star in the Council. Even Griffin himself believed that in twenty or thirty years, Kaliusi might become the next Grand Speaker... He had always admired him and had always thought highly of him.

But the beautiful flowers are growing at the entrance of the house; what can be done except pull them out?

"It's all over."

Looking at the corpses scattered on the ground, the Grand Speaker sighed.

Just as he was about to take action, Phaethon suddenly asked, "Is it really that simple?"

Griffin nodded. "It's that simple."

The God of the Star Palace subconsciously revealed a look of disdain. "I thought you had some ingenious and meticulous plan. You think you can succeed so easily?"

"Only simplicity leads to success," the Grand Speaker replied. "Throughout history, the common thread among successful conspiracies, schemes, and events is simplicity. The more complex things are, the greater the chance of things going wrong, because every step can lead to unexpected problems. It's a matter of probability; the simpler things are, the more controllable they are."

He spoke as if to Phaethon, yet also as if to himself. The Grand Speaker sneered, gazing at the corpses strewn across the ground. "It's like waging war against Kang De. These vested interests, for the sake of their own peaceful lives and the security of their assets, all oppose it and want to push the war forward. Are we supposed to persuade them one by one, or achieve this through various schemes, exchanges of interests, and calculations? Of course not!"

"As long as we orchestrate this attack, strip the council of its Council, and kill these important figures, war will immediately become a matter of course. From top to bottom, throughout the country, no one will dare utter a single word of dissent. Anyone who dares to raise objections will be swept away by the tide. Under the pressure of the tide, calm and rational people never dare to speak, and no one ever cares what they say..."

As he said this, a cold, stern expression, a mixture of pleasure and pain, appeared on his face. "Just like before, even though some people saw that Kang De was about to become the biggest threat to the Council, they dared not speak up, dared not act!"

And I dare to say it, I dare to do it.

The moment he thought of this, the guilt he felt for murdering his friend and committing such a grave crime vanished without a trace.

Politicians have always been ruthless, and so have monks. They are morally indifferent and think differently from ordinary people. In order to achieve their own goals, they can trample on the laws, concepts and morals that are generally recognized in the world.

Next, eliminate all traces of the incident, then take control of the Tower of All-Seeing, kill all the "intruders," and obtain the "evidence."

Then came an emergency meeting, a speech to the nation, announcing the events of the day to the world and revealing the true face of Kang De, the Cathayan.

But before that, let's deal with the situation at the scene.

Life detection, magical vision, heartbeat detection... In the blink of an eye, the Grand Speaker switched between six or seven detection methods to ensure that there was no living person in the sanctuary.

Finally, he raised his staff, and terrifying lightning crackled at its tip.

There's only one truly efficient and precise method—that is, to finish off the enemy yourself.

Just then, Phaethon came over, laughing heartily.

He patted Griffin on the shoulder and pointed to the corpses on the ground. "I've taken care of these scum for you, and now we should do other things. The Star Palace's favor is rare; you must prove to us that you deserve such grace and reward, and then perhaps we can..."

He was met with Griffin's cold gaze.

And the thunderous roar from inside the Star-Bearing Titan.

The towering 75-meter-tall Star-Bearing Titan stood atop the Tower of All-Seeing. The ancient divine weapon, the Molten Core Furnace, was connected to the Tower of All-Seeing, the largest mage tower on the continent. Its immense power could be manipulated by the Grand Speaker, and the surging repulsive force pressed down, causing Phaethon to let out a painful groan.

Griffin grabbed the face of the God of the Star Palace with one hand.

"You're the scum," he said in a deep voice. "They will be buried as heroes, receiving the highest honors and remembrance. After it's all over, I will repent and apologize to them."

"Listen, I don't know who you are, nor do I know your background, but remember this: I condescend to cooperate with you only for a better future for this country. I am not your pet, I will not grovel before you. On the contrary, your life, your destiny, the meaning of your existence, and your ultimate mission are all in my hands."

"I can cooperate with you, or I can hand you over to Kang De, or I can even warn Kang De that his people are watching him, and make him run away to a place you will never find."

He grabbed Phaethon's head and said in a sinister voice, "So don't think you've got my hands on, and don't think that just because I've been nice to you these past few days you can take advantage of me. Now, prepare to do what you have to do—be captured by me as the serious criminal who attacked the Senate, and then secretly accuse Kang De in front of the new senators, generals, and foreign ministers, pointing out his origins, identity, his conspiracies, and ambitions."

The Grand Speaker released his grip and patted Phaethon's cheek.

"Also, tell your master that I like the several creations and technologies that have been sent, but this support and assistance cannot stop... To continue the fight against Kang De, I need more power and support; otherwise, this fragile 'covenant' could fall apart at any time."

"Do you understand?"

Under this near-humiliating oppression and arrogance, Phaethon trembled all over. He looked at Griffin with humiliation, his lips trembling, his eyes changing intensely, and finally, he clenched his teeth.

"I understand," he said. "Kang De is the leader who led us in our rebellion from the Star Palace. He stole the Star Palace's most advanced technology and most powerful forces, and his purpose in coming to the lower realm is to establish an evil empire that submits to him, interfere with the course of Mortal World history, and enslave this world forever..."

"Okay, very good."

The Grand Speaker's gaze was unfathomable, as dark as a deep pool. He slowly said, "You must reveal this lie bit by bit, following my instructions... As long as you do as I say, Kang De will come to you on his own."

Phaethon said coldly, "Would Kang De be so obedient?"

"This isn't obedience, it's a scheme," Griffin said coldly, "To force him to come."

The God of the Star Palace scoffed, "If you're so confident, why don't you have him come now?"

"Coming now?" The Grand Speaker was taken aback at first, then said, "Why would Kang De come? If he's that foolish, then it's really..."

"Tula Xiaye! The City of a Thousand Spells! Kang De is here!"

Thunder roared, and the winds swept across the wise and great city.

Turn the clock forward.

Kang De mobilized the faction of troops from the Council, consolidated his forces, and prepared to attack.

Benefiting from the military buildup policy, Horus and A Fu have maintained a heavily armed force in the White Mist World that can be deployed immediately. After all, the command structure of the Shogunate military is flat. Under Kang De, the two Superman marshals have full authority over the army, without the need for signatures, procedures, preparations, or deployments.

With officers, soldiers, equipment, logistics, and support integrated into one unit, soldiers can embark on expeditions at a single command.

The war hub of the White Mist World is a giant, Paradox Crystal that floats in the air and rotates constantly, emitting an eerie purple light. Beneath each crystal is a large platform with arrayed powered armor soldiers, neatly arranged tanks and heavy firepower, and massive war machines... War preparations are underway at all times.

"Ready--"

Kang De's voice echoed here; he was a deity in the White Mist World.

"Initiate the jump!"

The Paradox Crystal, serving as a sacred pillar, extends Kang De's will. Each rotation and energy release praises the divine power of the Dragon of Space and Time. Akatum's creative power descends silently, and with a gentle claw, it tears open the veil between the otherworld and the White Mist World, revealing a dazzling and brilliant blue cloud of light.

The soldiers of the entire war platform transformed into fluttering arcs of light and disappeared into the gaps between worlds.

Horus's powerful and resounding voice rang out. "Teleportation successful!"

The warriors standing on the other platforms watched all this in awe. Even though they had witnessed it many times before, they still couldn't help but marvel at this unparalleled power. These reserve soldiers knew what had happened—Prince Kang De and his guards had arrived at the City of a Thousand Spells.

"This is Tula Xiaye."

As the light faded, the rising holy pillar sprang forth loyal soldiers and the king they defended. Valentan Guards, equipped with Black Tortoise Power Armor, wielded twelve-barreled Vulcan cannons and deployed shield generators mounted on the cannons. A protective circle consisting of cannons, power axes, and energy shields encircled Kang De.

The Fire Thief looked around at the exquisite, shimmering stained glass, man-made crystals, and the meticulously calculated, orderly, and beautifully arranged buildings, the towering spires, the arched pavilions, and in the distance, the varying heights and the roaring waterfalls that shimmered with a faint rainbow.

This is just a corner of the city, like standing on a street in a modern metropolis, unable to know the whole picture of the city, but this exotic atmosphere full of wisdom and power still amazed and impressed Kang De.

He spotted the symbol of the Arcane Council and the landmark of the City of a Thousand Spells at a glance.

That Tower of All-Seeing, even cooler than the Soviet Palace, is a combination of palace and tower, with the Star-Bearing Titan atop it holding aloft thunder; it is the Council's most powerful war machine.

"What a beautiful place, it's a pity it's been ravaged by a vicious conspiracy..." He turned his gaze aside, "Suppressors of Rebellion, report to me."

In recent months, the Traitor Suppression Society has grown stronger and developed many outer members. Under the cover of the West Goth Company, its tentacles have spread to all parts of the world. Their most important task is to carry spatial coordinates and even the Paradox Sacred Pillar to various countries to provide a proper gateway for His Highness Kang De's excursion.

The Suppressors of Rebellion had set up a beacon and was waiting there, saluted. Knowing Kang De's style, he got straight to the point. "Your Highness, the chaos inside the Tower of All-Seeing seems to be nearing its end, but the inside and outside remain isolated. The Starry Firmament First Division and the Azure Sky Rangers guarding Tula Xiaye have already entered the city."

"Goth People's shops, stores, theaters, and other businesses have been brought under control, both overtly and covertly. Field agents from various departments of the Council have been deployed, and rumors are circulating in the city targeting Distant Harbor and Goth!"

Kang De scoffed, "Is this a boycott of Kant's goods?"

The Suppressors of Rebellion didn't know how to answer, so they remained silent.

Kang De thought for a moment, "Is the plane wreckage being looked after? What's the condition?"

"The casualties are heavy, the fire is spreading, and the flying object crashed and exploded, causing a fierce fire. Municipal firefighters and civilian sorcerers are all involved in fighting the fire, but it is difficult to control in the short term..."

The Suppressors of Rebellion added, "Rumors and gossip arose from this point. The victims of the attack are cursing Distant Harbor and you. Their emotions explode at the slightest provocation and spread to others."

Kang De sneered, "At least we've seen the real thing. I thought they were suffering from a drought and couldn't farm, and they blamed me for planting too many trees, causing the roots to overrun their fields and drain their water."

Phoenix Fire ignited in his pupils, and Kang De looked at the Tower of All-Seeing: "Let me see... Damn!"

The Phase Gate opened with a thud, and the Fire Thief cried out, "Parrot!"

Malegith darted out, turning her head in the direction Kang De was pointing. "Another one!"

Kang De's face was ashen, his eyes gleaming with golden light. Time seemed to accelerate as he thought at several times the speed, rapidly weaving together cause and effect. After a moment, he declared decisively, "Someone within the Council has colluded with the Star Palace!"

The Parrot chimed in, "That's right, otherwise how could a single God of the Star Palace have broken into the Tower of All-Seeing?"

Kang De exclaimed, "Whoever benefits the most is the most suspicious!"

Malegith immediately replied, "That's not necessarily true."

"Not necessarily, we'll find out by trying!" Kang De raised an eyebrow. "The whole city is criticizing me, so today I'll show them my style and let them remember me in the future!"

The Phase Gate was projected into the air, airplanes roared out, drones swarmed like bees, and a special broadcasting device developed for intelligence and propaganda warfare blew out a fierce wind, sending the sound far and wide.

"Tula Xiaye! The City of a Thousand Spells! Kang De is here!"

Inside the sanctuary, the Grand Speaker's expression changed drastically, first with shock, then with delight.

"He's got a death wish!" he roared. "I've never seen anyone so reckless as to run headlong into an ice spear—today he'll bear all the blame and be attacked by the entire city!"

He was about to open the door and give the order when a strong unease gripped his heart, an unprecedented sense of crisis sweeping through his soul. "What?"

The sky darkened.

In the chaotic city, crowds stared blankly at the sky. The city's defense forces were requesting permission to shoot down Kang De's aircraft, while the people cursed and swore. Everyone was in an uproar— Kang De had actually arrived?

"I heard someone framed me for attacking Tula Xiaye. What a joke! You don't know me, so you don't know that if I had attacked you, none of you would have survived!"

As soon as the words were spoken, the sky suddenly darkened. Above, a dark portal quietly opened, like six enormous eyes staring terrifyingly at the earth. Blazing flames and falling meteors erupted as six mountain-sized fiery beams leaped from the sky, like world-destroying stars, crashing down upon the earth!

"Die, all of you!"