"Long live Your Majesty!" Granero shouted excitedly.
"Long live His Majesty Alexander!" Thousands of soldiers shouted in unison, their iron will soaring into the sky.
Christo, who was being held aside, struggled and roared like a madman, "That's mine! That seat is mine! It's mine, Alexander! You bastard, you usurper, you schemer..."
Unfortunately, his voice was inaudible amidst the shouts of thousands of soldiers.
"Rise, all of you." Sun Fei's expression remained calm throughout, showing no excitement at ascending to such a throne. He looked up at Granero and said, " Esteban, you will lead all the palace guards and troops out of the palace immediately to support the civilians in the city. Pass on my orders to mobilize all military forces in Saint Petersburg to annihilate the Barcelona garrison. The strongmen of Chambord City will assist you. I want Saint Petersburg back under Zenit control before nightfall."
"Yes, Your Majesty." Granero trembled with excitement.
He had been dreaming of this day.
"Your Majesty, what about them..." Granero stood up, pointed to the trembling ministers beside him, and frowned.
"Ignore them. Leave everything in the palace to me." Sun Fei leaned against the throne, waved his hand, and pointed at Christo, saying, "Leave him here too. Leave no guards, no soldiers, in the palace."
"Yes, Your Majesty."
Granero rose and led several thousand elite black-armored soldiers out of the palace.
In the blink of an eye, only Sun Fei, Christo, and a group of ministers, who were as terrified as Lin Mo Ri, remained in the vast imperial palace.
Although the number of people has decreased, the fear and pressure in their hearts have not decreased in the slightest.
Because the man sitting on the throne at this moment had already become Extreme Dao expert a year ago, and the strength he just displayed—instantly killing four Barcelona Moon Class Great Perfection experts—was even more terrifying. Such a person was enough to completely control everything in the palace.
"Your Majesty, we support His Alexander!"
"Yes, yes, King of Chambord is the true new emperor of the empire..."
Two ministers, their eyes darting around, seemed to have an idea. They crawled out from under the table, shouting slogans and looking indignant.
Sun Fei revealed a mocking smile and turned to look at Christo.
"You... traitors... you two despicable villains, you've changed sides with the wind..." Christo's face was pale, and he sat leaning against the solid gold steps due to the intense pain from his broken hand bones. Cold sweat streamed down his forehead, enraged by the minister's defection.
"Hehe, what's wrong? Being betrayed doesn't feel good?" Sun Fei chuckled, resting his chin on his hand.
Christo's anger faltered for a moment, then he sneered and shouted, "I am the true heir of Emperor Yassin, with the noble blood of the Zenit Imperial Family flowing through my veins. And what are you? A country bumpkin from Chambord City, a lowly fellow, daring to impersonate the Third Prince! You schemer, do you think your ambition will succeed? Centuries from now, history will only remember that King of Chambord Alexander plotted to usurp the throne of Zenit, a despicable usurper."
"Oh?" Sun Fei smiled. "But all I know is that history is always written by the victors. Perhaps a thousand years from now, history will remember me, the hero who turned the tide, the emperor who restored the empire. At the same time, it will tell the world that the Fourth Prince Christo murdered his father and emperor, betrayed the empire, slaughtered nobles, and abandoned the common people. He is a pathetic wretch forever nailed to the pillar of shame. Heh, and if I wanted, you could disappear forever, never appearing in any history books, becoming a ghost no one knows."
"You... despicable!" Christo was filled with rage and rage, spitting out a mouthful of blood.
"Ha, I was just joking, why take it so seriously, huh?" Sun Fei yawned, then his expression suddenly turned serious, and he said, word by word, "To be honest, even if I were joking with someone as lowly as you, I wouldn't have the patience. You want to fight me? What makes you think you can? Civil administration? Martial arts? In which aspect can you compare to me? What you've worked so hard for, even betraying your own father and the power of the entire empire for, I can take with a single thought, and it will all belong to me in an instant."
"You... you demon!" Christo spat out another mouthful of blood, struggling to stand up, but it was as if all the strength had been drained from his body.
"Can't even stand up, how pathetic, and even more foolish," Sun Fei shook his head, looking down at Christo with disdain and pity in his eyes. "This world is one where the strong rule. Only the truly strong can become the supreme ruler. Even imperial power is just a pitiful accessory in the face of true strength. It's laughable that you still haven't figured this out. What makes you think you can sit on the throne of the empire? With your half-baked magic power of less than Five-Star Class? Or with this bunch of opportunistic and cowardly parasites in the hall?"
"Shut up! Don't say it! You're not allowed to say it! I forbid you to speak!" Christo's chest heaved violently, his eyes glazed over, he was furious and almost couldn't catch his breath.
Sun Fei's words were more painful to him than being cut a hundred times.
Each word was like the cruelest form of torture in the world, slowly and viciously inflicting pain on his soul, driving him mad.
"Fine, then I won't say anything more. Do you think I want to talk to someone like you?" Sun Fei's expression suddenly turned strange. He took out a pale gold scroll from his storage ring. "If Yassin hadn't wanted to spare your life even in his last moments, if it weren't for the fact that I truly have the so-called noble blood flowing in my veins, if it weren't for the fact that someone as lowly as you is actually my brother, do you think your fate would be any different from those Barcelona people?"
Sun Fei unrolled the scroll.
A golden flame emerged, forming the phantom image of Emperor Yassin.
Familiar yet majestic words flowed from the phantom's mouth, narrating an ancient yet clear story. Sun Fei's background was finally revealed after this scroll, and the question of who would inherit the imperial throne was finally settled.
" Alexander, the future ruler of the empire, the supreme emperor, my child, please remember one thing: no matter what happens in the future, you must treat your brothers well. I trust Arshavin, Tolbinsky, Natasha, and Dominguez. Only Christo... he may be consumed by his own anger and greed. If he truly commits some unforgivable mistake, my child, please spare his life. After all, he is your own brother!"
The scroll presents to everyone a noble and majestic image of Emperor Yassin on the other side.
They are no different from ordinary parents.
First update <dd>