" The Yalian of yesteryear, Miles of today."
Abraham, do you know why you have been unable to break free of my control for nearly a thousand years?
The loud noise outside the capital had alerted even ordinary people, so how could Norton, Abraham, and Elizabeth not know?
If it weren't for His Majesty Norton's restraint, Abraham would have already spread his wings and fled.
While the power and flesh of True Ancestor are indeed formidable, they still cannot withstand the sacred power of God. They might be able to destroy imperial palaces, but they would still face a high chance of casualties when confronted with a barrage of cannon fire and the illumination of God's image.
They can recover, but if their entire body is blasted into pieces, then there's truly no way to recover.
Times were changing, Norton couldn't feel it, but Abraham and the other Vampire felt it very clearly.
If technology were to advance further at this time, even without developing nuclear weapons, some highly destructive artillery would be enough to wipe out these Vampire.
Putting everything else aside, if Norton hadn't advanced, he would probably still be like the previous era, hiding his strength to build up his power, flatten the Southern Continent, and eliminate any forces that could threaten him.
At this moment, outside the palace of the Pale God.
Abraham stood beside Elizabeth, sweat beading on his forehead, listening to Her Majesty's words while his eyes furtively glanced at the tall, pale, and holy figure standing before them.
Norton's words sent a chill down Abraham's spine. He didn't know how he had offended his lord again, but he had a feeling that his lord had been giving him a lot of warnings lately.
With his current powerful abilities at the True Ancestor level, he could tell from the scent of blood in the wind and the sounds coming from afar that the entire imperial city had been surrounded by the army and that they would probably break through the gates soon.
If such a scene had occurred during the time of His Majesty's banishment, Abraham would probably have already fled as a great king.
But at this moment, he felt no worry about the outer army; instead, he was filled with fear at Norton's questioning.
With His Majesty absent, any problem is a big problem for him.
Your Majesty is here, so Your Majesty is the biggest problem.
"Your Majesty is wise! This old servant has never felt that following Your Majesty is a constraint. Everything this old servant has is given to me by Your Majesty. To be able to serve Your Majesty for eternity is this old servant's honor, not a constraint!"
Abraham's answer was extremely sincere, hoping that Norton of Biyang would no longer focus his attention on him, Abraham.
However, his words made Norton chuckle, "Hmph, Abraham, that's the reason."
The emperors of the Southern Continent all possess the courage to confront me, but you only know how to flatter me, lacking the courage to face death.
That's why you've been bound by me all this time, and even now, you still can't find true freedom.
Abraham, you too are a member of the Church, and you lived through the ancient mythological era.
Even the legendary Kuba dared to stab God in the back, thus bringing complete freedom to the Garden of Eden...
And you are now at the same level as Kuba was in the past...
Norton ended his statement there.
The implication was strong, but the implication was that Abraham was drenched in sweat and his knees were weak.
Norton's behavior is clearly implying that Abraham is just like Kuba in the past!
Damn it, what is he trying to do?
Abraham stood behind Norton like a drowning man, not daring to make a sound, not even daring to respond to his words.
He didn't know that Norton actually had the highest hopes for him.
Norton is now in the same state as God was in the past, or even better.
Because Kuba could find a loophole, but Abraham couldn't.
If he wants to betray Norton, he either needs to find a way to remove the limitations of his Existence Level or to advance his Existence Level; both of these methods are valuable to Norton.
Unfortunately, the longer Abraham lived, the more timid he became.
However, this matter is not urgent. What we need to deal with now is the problem of the Southern Continent Emperor's rebellion.
Only after reaching the Fourth Stage did he realize the vast difference between this and his previous achievements, but this also made him very dissatisfied with this betrayal.
For ordinary people to try to win by sheer quantity is utterly worthless.
Norton disliked this.
Fortunately, they had a backup plan and went overseas, which gave him some hope.
"Boom... Boom... Boom..." Heavy and chaotic footsteps echoed outside the wall, and the ground seemed to tremble slightly due to the number of people.
Norton, completely naked and with his head of silver hair flowing freely, stood sleek and immaculate at the palace gate, awaiting the arrival of the army.
Under his Pressure, everything around him became crystal clear.
As the sound drew closer, its momentum grew stronger, and the surrounding rumbling was like the collapse of the heavens.
Faced with such a grand display of power and such a massive army, Abraham looked at the Pale Progenitor standing before him and felt a strange sense of peace rising within him.
After so many years of "training, "Abraham is almost developing Stockholm syndrome.
"Boom!!!" Accompanied by a violent explosion, the walls surrounding the Pale God's Palace were smashed down from the outside by engineering machinery.
The flying debris also revealed the steel-armored figures of the densely packed soldiers gathering from the outside.
Even on the battlefield, the astonishment of seeing the Pale God for the first time still captivated the eyes of the surrounding soldiers, and exclamations rang out. The Pale God's slender, holy, and perfect body contrasted sharply with the destroyed environment around him, as if God had descended to redeem this world filled with war and misery.
Even though he had seen the Pale God many times before, Miles XIII's eyes were still full of envy, and there was even a hint of longing hidden deep in his eyes.
These wondrous creatures truly deserve God's favor.
His very existence is the greatest threat to Garden of Eden, but if Miles XIII were to become such a divine being, then it would be fitting for Him, the Pale God Miles XIII, to rule Garden of Eden!
"Your Majesty!" Miles XIII, holding a golden sword, walked to the front of the procession, looking at the pale figure that had been waiting before the palace with a complicated expression.
"It's Miles XIII... At such a young age, he still has the courage to fight, truly deserving of the title of an outstanding person."
"But you asked for my help, so why are you breaking your promise now?"
Norton looked at Miles XIII, who had stepped out of the crowd and was now facing him alone, and his eyes were full of admiration.
"To receive such high praise from Your Majesty, I, Miles, can die without regret."
Your Majesty remained as elegant and holy as ever. If Your Majesty had not revealed your power and forcefully destroyed the Holy Boya Empire, perhaps today's events would not have occurred.
Your Majesty, the power you wield is truly terrifying; it is the source of chaos.
As the emperor of the human race, I naturally do not want to see the human race oppressed for eternity!
Therefore, we emperors today bear the determination to die, solely to kill Your Majesty, or perhaps—to be killed by Your Majesty!
Miles XIII gracefully twirled his sword, raising it with the etiquette of a noble sword dance towards the Pale God before him, and said, "Your Majesty, make your move!"
"Hahahaha... Such a betrayal truly delights me! All the creatures of Garden of Eden possess such rebellious hearts, which perfectly suits my, Norton's, desires!"
Norton laughed loudly, and with his laughter, a terrifying Pressure, almost tangible, began to spread outwards from him, gradually intensifying.
Even though the Pressure wasn't directed at Abraham and Elizabeth, it still made their bones crack and their bodies creak, forcing them to kneel on the ground, unable even to lift their heads.
The army of nine million men, whose Pressure covered them, felt as if they were sinking into a quagmire, their knees aching unbearably.
A profound sense of the grandeur of life welled up within them; this mystery of life, which they could not comprehend, brought endless tremors and Pressure to their souls.
As the aura intensified, the nine million soldiers, much like Abraham and Elizabeth, were forced to their knees by the overwhelming fear and immense Pressure, their weapons falling from their hands.
The pale skeleton behind Norton unfolded slowly like the branches of an insect, and the thin, fleshy wings rose in the wind.
The Pale God, without the flapping of wings, rose into the air and floated high in the sky, appearing as an embracing figure like a pure white cross.
"I am the Pale God, I am the true God of Garden of Eden!"
From this day forward, I shall take over all living beings of the Southern Continent. In this Garden of Eden, only I, the Pale God, shall reside!
The voice, filled with boundless Pressure, was beautiful and moving, yet it instilled an endless sense of despair in all the creatures of the Southern Continent.
Nine million soldiers were defeated without a fight, and now they can't even stand up.
Miles XIII, kneeling on the ground oppressed by endless mysteries, was ashen-faced, overwhelmed by boundless fear and despair.
He thought his conjecture about this Pale God was conservative enough, but now it seemed he was far too naive.
But from now on, the Southern Continent will truly only have the voice of this Pale God.