Chapter 1 A Kingdom and a Screen

In the Kingdom of Aseroth, in the royal capital of Ghedalia, deep within the Temple of the Goddess of Fate on the Lake, the Ice Witch watched the scene unfolding on the projection screen – a view of the Protoss Empire's Congressional Hall.

The election of the Cardinal, broadcast by Herlom Broadcasting Corporation, was being shown publicly to the entire Northern Continent.

Or rather, the election itself was a spectacle the Protoss Empire wanted the Northern Continent to see. Today, the Protoss Empire would choose the most suitable Cardinal to achieve true, in-depth cooperation with the Resurrection Church.

The Ice Witch frowned.

Although she thought she might be mistaken, she had an odd feeling about the High Priest Batian's seat.

One of High Priest Batian's confidants looked remarkably like Hyperion.

Beneath the high-ponytail girl's indifferent expression, she seemed to be hiding extreme guilt and remorse. When she looked at the camera, she seemed inexplicably apprehensive.

It was just as the Ice Witch imagined Hyperion would look after defecting to the enemy.

"Alas, I must be missing Hyperion too much," the Ice Witch sighed.

Then again.

Their Goddess of Fate Church's helper in the Protoss Empire, who was now Hyperion's nominal uncle – Earl Milford – was actually so close to that prominent figure in the Protoss Empire, Lochi McCarthy, who had been making headlines lately. The two even sat together like uncle and nephew, something the Ice Witch never expected.

But the Ice Witch strangely felt that Earl Milford's attitude toward Lochi McCarthy was a little subtle.

It was a bit like a father-in-law meeting an eligible son-in-law candidate, wanting to help his daughter win him over…

Could it be that Lochi McCarthy had taken a fancy to Hyperion…

That would be terrible.

Recent news from Aseroth Kingdom's informants in the Protoss Empire had made the higher-ups of Aseroth Kingdom aware of Lochi McCarthy and rumors suggested that if Lochi McCarthy participated in next year's imperial presidential election, he would have a great chance of winning.

Hyperion had previously gone to the Protoss Empire. That straightforward child was desperately trying to complete her difficult mission in the Protoss Empire. Not to mention Lochi McCarthy taking a liking to her, if she had this heaven-sent opportunity to choose, she might even seduce Lochi McCarthy herself, after all, the convenience Lochi McCarthy could provide her in the empire was too great.

If a spy, while acting as a spy, ended up becoming the president's wife, then the Ice Witch didn't know how the higher-ups of Aseroth Kingdom would define this infiltration plan formulated by their Goddess of Fate Church…

But these were not the main points. The Ice Witch still believed in Hyperion. That child was naturally kind and honest and was unlikely to take the initiative to seduce Lochi McCarthy or walk into the same door as a terrifying woman like High Priest Batian.

Sure enough, her divergent thinking had gone too far.

The main point now was—

High Priest Batian had actually declared war on Duke Morodian Berenharld?

The Ice Witch did not understand what had happened within the Protoss Empire in such a short time. Was there something wrong with her intelligence network?

"Well, one must remain calm at all times."

The Ice Witch sat on the sofa in the center of the hall and shook her head.

No matter what happened today, she believed she would not be too surprised. In her hundreds of years, she had seen too many storms. Only recently had she been overly concerned about Hyperion and a little suspicious of Loren.

In the picture.

Protoss Empire, top floor of the Congressional Hall.

As Sigrid's voice fell, all eyes turned to her.

Sigrid's sudden and direct accusation against Duke Berenharld, who was seated in the hall, caused an uproar in the Congressional Hall.

Duke Morodian Berenharld was not only a high-ranking figure in the center of the Protoss Empire, but also a rare genius in the empire's history. In just a few decades, he had become a national hero of the empire.

Moreover, Duke Morodian's potential might even be above that of Great Sage Isis. One day, he might even break through to the ninth rank, becoming the second ninth-rank powerhouse in the current history of the Protoss Empire after Emperor Franklin the Great.

What Sigrid was claiming was undoubtedly an extremely serious crime.

If proven, the Protoss Empire would be in great chaos. No, it was already in great chaos, but most people hadn't realized it!

But if it couldn't be proven, Sigrid would also face serious charges!

The nobles and ministers on the left and right sides of the hall, as well as in the middle fan-shaped area, all looked at Duke Berenharld.

"What is she talking about…"

Duke Morodian was not moved by Sigrid's accusation at all. His expression showed no guilt, but rather an innocent look.

"High Priest Batian, don't think that just because you defeated High Priest Silent Extinction you can run wild in the Protoss Empire's Congress. How can Duke Berenharld be offended by you!"

A noble in the hall quickly rebuked High Priest Batian.

"Even if we take a step back, you are a suspect who hides his head and tail in front of the military, and also a Cardinal of the Resurrection Church. Do you really think your words have any credibility?"

In an instant, the many nobles in the upper house seats were overwhelming, making Sigrid the target of public criticism!

"…"

Great Sage Isis's expressionless face rarely showed a hint of doubt.

As the Great Sage, although she usually ignored the trivial matters of the Protoss Empire, she knew that this matter had now reached the point where she had to intervene.

"Quiet."

She called a halt to all the noise,

"High Priest Batian, do you have any evidence?"

Isis's gaze slowly turned to Duke Berenharld, then back to Sigrid.

Sigrid threw out a copy of an imaging crystal, which Great Sage Isis steadily caught in her hand.

Isis gently pinched the crystal. Without the help of a magic device, she used her magic to display its contents in Franklin Hall.

The perspective appeared to belong to an unknown man.

He and a beautiful young girl beside him were in a heavily guarded city-state, seemingly on the northern border of the Protoss Empire. The city-state was surrounded by frozen earth and snow-capped mountains.

The two were full of youthful vitality, but the war song composed of strings and drums, coupled with the deserted city-state, created a rather creepy sense of unease.

Many of the empire's dignitaries recognized it as Bandera City, the empire's northern border, and a key point on the border front.

In the picture, the man and woman passed through the city gate's suspension corridor and stepped into the upper levels of the city-state. The two talked from time to time, and their relationship seemed very good.

Obviously, the two had not realized that danger was approaching them.

On the towering pillar layers of the staggered city-state, snowflakes fell from the sky on the wide suspension bridge, drifting for a long time before falling into the dozens of meters deep lower pillar layer.

At this quietest moment, the picture suddenly blurred, and everything in the field of vision accelerated in an instant. The photographer was taken to the sky by the girl beside him.

In the clouds high above, the full view of this northern border city-state was finally revealed!

Only the entrance they had previously passed through exuded peace and harmony. The depths, however, were already shrouded in an eclipse-like darkness. Beneath the black fog, scattered limbs and broken arms seemed to be swallowed, and the corpses of children, women, and the elderly were filled into earthen pits…

At this point, everything began to match the video fragments released by the Silent Extinction branch that accused High Priest Batian.

Then, there was a truly thrilling battle, like a re-enactment of the War of the Gods.

Under the interplay of light and shadow, all the dignitaries in the hall swallowed involuntarily.

Regardless of Sigrid's girlish appearance, and who the man who accompanied her was.

It was clear that High Priest Batian Sigrid was not the slaughterer, but an investigator who went to destroy High Priest Askesan's plot!

In the lower left and upper right of the Congressional Hall, Lanchi folded his hands on his legs and looked up, and could see Morodian in the high place opposite.

Although they were far apart, they could clearly see each other.

I'll finish writing the imperial decisive battle tomorrow.

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(End of this chapter)