Chapter 171
Let's take a look at the almighty illusion.
"You're talking nonsense again!" Morgan subconsciously raised her voice, but forced herself to maintain a gentle tone. "Don't be so stubborn, just listen to me."
Hebe smiled helplessly.
Now he's dug his own grave and jumped right in.
How was she supposed to explain to Morgan that the execution was actually "a tacit understanding between herself and Celestial Flint"?
One's achievements are not permanently destroyed, but merely put on cooldown. Once the cooldown is over, one will be a hero again.
As she lay in bed watching Morgan casting spells with his hair disheveled, a sudden thought struck her.
"Royal Sister, you really do look a bit like my mom."
Hebe stuck a finger out from under the covers and brought it to her cheek. "Xiao Xiang called me 'Mom' just now, so you could be her grandma..."
The Fallen Empress was already used to Hebe's occasional strange remarks.
"Yes, yes." The Fallen Empress remained unmoved, took out a jade tablet from her sleeve and struck it six times in the air. "So the wicked queen is about to cast a spell. Will my dear Snow White obediently eat the apple?"
Hebe chuckled, pulled an apple from the bedside table, and started crunching on it.
Eris has been defeated by Greece, and in any case, history is always brighter than the past.
In other words, I can relax for a while... Come to think of it, how long has it been since I had a proper night's sleep?
When Morgan turned around after the ceremony, Hebe was already fast asleep on the soft pillows, with an apple that was two-thirds bitten into beside her.
The posture was rather unladylike; she looked somewhat like a princess who had eaten the queen's poisoned apple and fainted.
The Fallen Empress said nothing, but simply tucked the blanket around her.
Hebe did indeed enjoy a period of carefree life as she had wished.
She sets up a ceremony in the morning to summon creatures from the wilderness, and goes sea fishing at Wanghai Cliff in the afternoon.
He usually spends his time in the reading room, practicing the spells he learned from the Taiping Wen Shu, constantly improving the White Deer Staff, and making strange objects in the foundry.
Naturally, Hebe's summoning ritual, like the result of her fishing, yielded nothing.
But her skill in creating Golem Knights improved by leaps and bounds.
At the entrance of the Silent Bookstore now stand four imposing knights, each over two meters tall, clad in heavy armor and wearing barrel-shaped helmets.
These are the creations that Hebe named "Purification Knights," with bodies of orchardite and cores of Pure Spirit Dew.
Aside from the lack of any markings, its status alone already firmly stands on the boundary of daytime, and after the spirits inside the Silent Bookstore took over, it became even more powerful.
In Hebe's vision, these Purification Knights were positioned like tanks.
Depending on their class, the Purification Knights are divided into four main types, each with its own unique skills. Their fighting spirit and patience are astonishing, and their secret weapons can bring unexpected surprises to the enemy.
In fact, even allies were shocked by Hebe's crazy idea.
Dust billowed in the arena.
The Purification Knights held a straight sword with a blazing blade, and his longsword seemed to swing tirelessly.
The second Purification Knights, holding a large bow as tall as a man, rolled over and, without any apparent action of drawing the bowstring, released the arrow, which swept across the area like a storm.
The third Purification Knights wielded a long-handled guandao, using his body as the central axis to generate power, swinging the guandao like a propeller;
The fourth Purification Knights was even more remarkable. He held a relatively small black hooked scythe in his hand, and glided across the ground like a ghost. His attacks were as fast as lightning, and he was known to stab people in the waist.
Xiao Xiang, who was invited to witness the ceremony, turned pale with fright, clearly because the horrific scene in the arena had triggered painful memories of his past.
Morgan's face darkened, for a simple reason: the flaming straight sword and the arrow without a string were the signature skills of Gawain and Tristan, two of the Knights of the Round Table.
Back then, these two Knights of the Round Table put immense pressure on the rebels.
She thought that Hebe had stolen these two skills, but she didn't expect that the latter would surpass her and innovate upon them.
Before they could finish watching, Morgan and Xiao Xiang each made excuses to leave, leaving only Mostima to watch the entire performance of the four knights.
After reading it, Mostima naturally asked Hebe to put Leμian and Fiammetta under his command.
Hebe naturally had no reason to refuse: how could Communications Director manage without someone under his command while running around in the real world?
In this joyful and peaceful atmosphere, time passed silently, and another major event quietly began.
—United Nations General Assembly.
Normally, the United Nations General Assembly is held in the territory of the Five Permanent Council Members. According to the current order, it should have been held in Gaul.
However, for well-known reasons, after urgent consultations, the location was set in New York City, United States Federation of America.
"I am Nikola Tesla, the rotating secretary-general for this term."
The man with slicked-back hair leaned back comfortably in the high-backed chair, casting his gaze upon the people who were arriving one after another.
"There are only sixteen precious minutes left before the meeting starts. Please enter the room immediately."
The Twilight of the United States Federation is divided into two types: one is to obtain divinity and establish achievements from ancient legends of Central America and Native Americans; the other is to promote world change and develop technology through the use of Celestial Flint.
Tesla clearly belongs to the latter category.
This time, winning against Edison made him extremely happy.
With five minutes remaining, Tesla picked up the mallet on his left and struck it, making a thud.
"As per convention, we will now begin taking attendance."
"Representative of the United States Federation, Nikola Tesla."
He straightened his clothes, stood up from the stage, and nodded to all sides.
Apart from the representatives of various countries who were already present, the ascendants in the room left their seats to return the greetings or turned away.
Every action of a high-ranking ascendant will evoke corresponding imagery and produce certain symbolism, which cannot be borne by those without sufficient rank.
After Tesla sat down, he once again picked up the gavel.
"Vina Victoria, representative of the Kingdom of Albion and speaker of both houses of parliament."
A woman who bore a striking resemblance to the Eternal King remained seated and did not rise.
But none of those present seemed to notice anything amiss. The reason was simple: Vina was there in place of Arthur.
That's the trouble with the Authority Path: in order to maintain the symbolism, her actions must conform to the majesty of a "monarch."
On the surface, Vina is sitting here, but in reality, Arthur is present here through her eyes.
"Representative of the Gallic Sixth Republic, Bradamante."
As Gaul had repeatedly suffered defeats, this time they seemed to be taking a swaggering stance, and brought out a high-ranking paladin from the Paris Saint-Germain-des-Prés.
In fact, this Charlemagne can already be considered a figure from mythology.
While I was attending the event, I was frequently seen being stared at, and when Tesla announced his name, people became even more open about it.
"Is he really the paladin recorded in Orlando?"
"It is said that the ruins discovered on Mycenae contain the tomb of Agamemnon. Agamemnon suffered many defeats at Troy, and the hero who defeated him was the legendary Hector... and Hector was her ancestor."
As the center of attention, Bradamante stood tall and proud, her long, golden hair falling gently down, seemingly completely unconcerned about what others thought.
A blush seemed to be gradually appearing on her face.
Fortunately, the next strike of the mallet finally came.
"Representative of the Great Caucasus Alliance, Rasputin."
Now everyone turned their attention to the monk in black.
In fact, even Tesla couldn't hold back after the name was announced, staring intently at Rasputin.
Why did the Caucasus Union send you here?
Of course, like Arthur, Rasputin did not come in person.
The person he possessed was a follower of the Holy Fool, an Eastern branch of the Orthodox Church. Facing the gazes of the crowd, he simply shrugged nonchalantly.
"Representative of the Republic of Zhendan, Grandmaster Chongyue."
Behind the seat of Cathay was a man in military uniform with long, curved horns on his head.
He held no position in the Cathay government, yet he was the one who represented Cathay at the event.
Grandmaster was not his official title, but rather a respectful title bestowed upon him by others.
The representative from the Higashi, Okita Sōji, arrived a little late, or rather, she didn't come at all; there was only a long sword that hadn't been drawn on her chair.
The servants hurriedly placed the longsword on the chair and then quickly withdrew, not daring to even glance at the sword.
The Grandmaster, however, frequently cast admiring glances at the longsword.
Strictly speaking, the representatives of Egyptian lands and Bharata were both ordinary people.
Their qualification to be here is because each of them has a living deity who is still responding to them.
In Egypt, there is Nitocris, whose title is "Elegy".
On Bharata's side is the sage Kashyapa, who is revered as "Maha". Legend has it that this sage was the mentor of many heroes and gave birth to many famous heroes in mythology and history. Therefore, he is also known as the father of all things and the lord of life.
When Blanckug's representative appeared, the expressions of the other nations became even more strange.
Why is Morgan, the Bewitching Consort, the infamous Anti-hero of Albion legend, considered a representative of Blanckug?
No matter how bad she is, she's at least past her prime, right? How could Albion be so generous as to allow her to represent Blanckug?
The Fallen Empress responded to their cold gazes without any politeness, but then she felt a burning gaze, sharp as a sword.
She turned around and met Vina's gaze... or rather, met Arthur's gaze through Vina's body.
The latter gave him an incredulous and angry look.
Morgan thought for a moment, then returned a defiant smile.
Thump! Throne Hall, Arthur furiously pounded on the armrest of the throne.
Seeing that the atmosphere was rapidly deteriorating in some unspeakable direction, Tesla quickly banged his hammer.
"Representatives of all nations, let's begin with the first item on the agenda!"
"The characterization of 'Burning Woman'."
247 I tried so hard, how are you still alive?
The Burning Woman.
Instead of the Burning Witch.
The difference of just one word is enough to demonstrate the difference in attitude.
Although the representatives from Gaul and the Holy City were indignant, they did not immediately retaliate, since one of their purposes in coming here was to definitively define the Burning Witch.
Before that, they must show respect to the unique Crimson Dawn Obsidian.
Tesla put down the teleprompter in his hand, looked around, and brought down the gavel.
"Please speak in an orderly manner, representatives of all nations."
Now it was Bradamante's turn to speak.
As a paladin under Charlemagne, her deeds are recorded in the two Orlando books, and her noble lineage can be traced back to Hector, the Trojan hero of Greek mythology.
She once fell in love with Ruggiero, a general of the Saracens, during a battle, but her fate was fraught with misfortune. Ruggiero's adoptive father was an extremely evil sorcerer who tried his best to stop her and cast spells to create obstacles.
After many hardships, Bradamante finally seized Ruggiero's adoptive father's magic shield and Gryphon, and rescued his lover.
It's worth mentioning that, as recounted in "Orlando," Bradamante suffered greatly from wizarding spells and artifacts during her adventures, so she harbored no goodwill towards wizards whatsoever.
But Merlin was not among them.
Because when she was in the most danger, it was Merlin who gave her a hint through the Sorceress, allowing her to escape.
Morgan's gaze swept over the female knight, who resembled a white bird, and he smiled silently.
Not only because the other person is related to Hebe, but also because of the other person's fate.