The emperor's death
The dim yellow light illuminated the dark palace, creating a quiet and melancholic atmosphere.
On the hospital bed.
Mikto I pulled himself out of his jumbled thoughts, looked at his son beside his bed, and weakly waved his hand.
"Go down, Belather. I've said all I needed to say. The Empire is now in your hands."
However, after shaking his head, Belather Hasoladi pressed his head firmly to the ground and refused to leave.
"Father, I want to stay here and take care of you!"
"Snort!"
Upon hearing Mikto I snorted coldly.
"If you want to keep kowtowing, then continue like this!"
Upon hearing this, Belather Hasoladi stiffened, but gritted her teeth and resolutely knelt down to kowtow, remaining motionless in that position.
He dared not leave!
Only when Hasoladi truly dies, and it is he who is by his bedside, will the throne of this empire be truly secured.
His younger brothers were no pushovers!
Outside the palace.
The ministers and nobles all had mixed feelings.
There was both sadness and a feeling of great relief.
Mikto I indeed pioneered a glorious transformation from a city-state to an empire.
However, his authority was so overwhelming that the nobles, under the emperor's pressure, rarely dared to make any unnecessary moves.
Furthermore, conflicts would arise among nobles over matters such as faith, wealth, and power, but all of these were suppressed by Mikto I.
Now, he is finally going to die.
In addition, several princes stood outside the main hall, their eyes fixed on the palace, wishing they were the ones guarding Mikto's sickbed at that moment.
pity.
Inside and outside the Imperial Palace, in the sky and on the earth, are professional warriors loyal to the emperor.
No matter how unwilling they were, they could only endure it.
On the hospital bed.
Mikto I no longer paid attention to his son kneeling on the floor beside his bed, nor to the courtiers and nobles outside the palace.
His breath grew weaker and weaker; he could feel the emptiness in his soul.
Because he had actually betrayed his faith in God of Death, he knew he could no longer enter God of Death's Divine Kingdom.
But for the empire he built with his own hands, he was willing to sacrifice his soul.
His empire was not a tool of God of Death.
A cool night breeze blew in through the palace windows.
The orange-yellow Magic Crystal lamp emitted rays of light.
Mikto I suddenly stopped feeling pain all over his body and fell into his final moments.
He reminisced about his life!
From a King of a small city-state, he was fortunate enough to be favored by God of Death, and then he ascended the throne, trained soldiers and armies, strengthened the country, and unified all the city-states in the far north of Momed Region.
Then he went south to the grasslands and north to the Ice Domain Snowfields, establishing the foundation for his North territory.
He then led the Human Race south to the Northern Border of Feland, destroyed the Northlands kingdoms, and established the Hasoladi Empire.
He then focused on internal governance and continued his conquests, eventually defeating the Elf Dynasty and successfully taking control of Proadas.
This brought the entire Feland under the empire's control.
He fulfilled the highest ideal of Human Race Monarch throughout history, leading Human Race to become the dominant race in the world!
Ultimately, the image in his mind remained of him sitting on the Emperor's Throne Proladi, overlooking his ministers and all nations.
Finally, at this moment, I closed my eyes!
"My life has been one of constant vigilance and trepidation, fighting battles across the land, ultimately achieving great things! It's been quite a remarkable journey. I wonder if, thousands or tens of thousands of years from now, my epic tale will be circulated across the continent..."
With the death of Mikto I.
The palace guards and the seventh prince, Belather Hasoladi, learned of it at the same time!
immediately.
Belather Hasoladi then cried out loudly.
"Father has passed away!"
Inside and outside the palace, inside and outside the Proladi City.
Countless nobles, ministers, heavily armed soldiers, and Human Race knelt down in grief.
"His Majesty!"
"The great Human Race emperor is dead!"
After the death of Mikto I.
Belather Hasoladi to the throne.
His first order was to imprison his brothers, who were already in the capital, within the city limits.
At the same time, he dispatched messengers to various parts of the empire, ordering his brothers to travel to the capital to bid farewell to the deceased Mikto I.
then.
On a quiet night.
Belather Hasoladi entered the temple of the God of Death Soladis, and stayed there for the night before leaving.
When he went in, he was Legendary; when he came out, he was Demigod!
after.
The second emperor Belather Hasoladi, disregarded everyone's objections and abolished all religious beliefs within the Hasoladi Empire except for the God of Death, forcing everyone within the empire to worship the God of Death.
That's all.
A rebellion has broken out!
Paradise Mountain.
Annatania sat on the Platinum Holy Throne for the first time, gazing towards the direction of the Divine Kingdom God of Death, and sneered.
"It seems that this God of Death wants to break through to the level of Grand Divine Power by relying on the deaths and faith of countless beings throughout the entire Feland World."
"He's oversimplifying things!"