Successors of all mankind

For some reason, as Yu Le left, she suddenly felt a strange emotion that she had never felt before.

This made her frown slightly.

She didn't even know how to describe this strange feeling.

After a long silence, France's Emerald raised her hand and placed it on her heart.

She could still feel the powerful pulse emanating from the divine lineage.

However, for the first time, she felt that the place seemed too empty.

My heart is still beating, and my blood is still flowing, but why do I feel so empty?

It's like something you've gotten used to suddenly disappearing.

What's something you're used to suddenly disappearing?

The moment she realized this, Princess Emerald looked in surprise in the direction Yu Le had left.

Absurd, that was Jade's first thought.

She and he had only known each other for a day, and hadn't even spent a single day together.

Why am I so used to having him by my side?

The ever-rational Jade Princess began to ponder why things were the way they were.

'Ah, is it because I don't feel that...disgusting atmosphere when he's around?'

She has golden blood, not pure human blood, yet she is still a different race from the aliens.

She could feel the same fear that the Golden Princess could feel.

However, under her father's tutelage, she had already learned to be accustomed to and indifferent.

However, the moment the entertainment appeared, the fear and nausea vanished instantly!

No matter how used to it or how much you ignore it, the fear is real, and the nausea remains.

Therefore, the appearance of Yule was no less than a lifeline she grasped when she was about to drown!

And now, she no longer has that straw that she thought was insignificant.

It was at this moment that the general behind her suddenly stepped forward and said:

“Your Highness, do you know that when I met my wife, I thought it would just be a boring but necessary political marriage?”

"After all, isn't that how we so-called nobles are? Marrying someone we've never met before is almost inevitable."

The topic was so abrupt that even Princess Emerald was somewhat taken aback as to why her general would say such things.

However, as a perfect ruler trained since childhood, she knew that she should now listen to the voices of her confidants.

"General, from what you're saying, it seems this is an exception?"

The general, with his hands behind his back, couldn't help but tiptoe.

Clearly, this made him extremely happy, and even years later, when he recalled it, he still couldn't help but feel excited and joyful.

"Yes, an accident that brought me lifelong happiness: I fell in love with my wife at first sight! And, by all accounts, my wife did too."

What should have been a pointless political marriage turned out to be a result of two people falling for each other.

This is truly a miracle!

"Neither of us had any expectations of the other, and we just had no choice but to accept this necessary marriage. But the moment we saw each other..."

"But we were surprised to find that we actually liked each other very much!"

At this point, the general looked into the distance, where his wife was, which was also the direction Yu Le had left in.

"Your Highness, that's why I want to say that even a necessary arrangement can be a blessing from heaven!"

Princess Emerald frowned slightly; she sensed that something was amiss.

Before she could think further, she heard her general exclaim with deep emotion:

“Your Highness, people like us always feel that everything is a matter of calculable interests, and that every strange thing can be explained by a reason.”

"That's true, but it makes us subconsciously judge based on past experience when that 'special moment' occurs!"

Finally, the general gave Princess Emerald a meaningful look, who was clearly beginning to doubt herself:

"At least for me, ever since I saw my wife, every time I leave her side, I feel like I'm sitting on pins and needles!"

Princess Emerald looked at the general in astonishment and said:

"Is this love?"

"This is love, and not any other reason I presume to have, Your Highness!"

Having said that, the general bowed to the princess and said:

"Ah, Your Highness, I need to go on patrol now. I apologize for all this nonsense!"

"Yes...yes, General, go..."

After saluting, the general left silently.

Princess Emerald was left standing there, filled with doubt.

Was I really wrong?

Is that really the case?

No, this must be what he's been hiding from all the strange feelings I used to have, but... but...

She touched her chest again.

But it's so empty here...

The perfect, unwavering, and eternally rational machine has shaken for the first time.

An overly precise machine can collapse if it makes even the slightest mistake!

After a brief moment of confusion, the departing general suddenly looked behind him with a strange expression.

'How strange, why would I say these things to the princess?'

Although the general had his suspicions, he left without taking it to heart after a short while.

After all, it was indeed what he said himself.

It's just a little strange, that's all.

Meanwhile, in faraway Albion.

The King of Glory, almost completely burned out, closed his eyes with satisfaction but utter exhaustion.

He is the first among all the second-generation divine descendants to be nearing the end of his reign.

But that doesn't mean he's a useless old man who's about to die.

On the contrary, this means that he is already the most powerful divine descendant in the world!

Because his power was so immense that it could burn away this body, which was utterly unworthy of this great blood, at any moment.

The church is fighting the great flood, and so is he.

But it's just in my own way!

The church wants to snatch away the horn of destruction that the Messiah holds, which, once sounded, will bring about the destruction of the world.

He, on the other hand, wanted to leave behind seeds for this world that would be chosen.

He was the Glory King, the only king among all kings to be called a Wise King.

But at the very end, the exhausted king couldn't help but open his eyes and look at his legs, which could no longer leave the throne.

How long has it been since everyone stretched and relaxed like that when we last went out for a walk?

He doesn't remember; it's been far, far too long.

He should have died long ago, but he didn't dare to die; there were still too many things he needed to do.

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Bourbon II did not begin his operation on the morning of the third day.

Instead, he stepped forward the following evening.

This was a time that he and many other people had repeatedly agreed upon.

Because he needed to draw all of France's attention to himself.

To create opportunities for the Earl of Lorraine and the Archbishop of the capital.

After years of exile, he had lost too much and no longer had any significant power left.

As a result, he had been reduced to a prince who could only carry out terrorist attacks a hundred or two hundred years ago.

They're on par with all sorts of low-class characters.

Even now, with the troops the church lent him to keep things afloat.

This is still too shabby.

He, the rightful heir of France, had only a mere twelve armed barges by his side.

A small, established pirate crew might be richer than that.

But it doesn't matter, Bourbon II has boundless confidence!

With a wave of his hand, he revealed the incredibly meager force in his hand, a unit that probably numbered no more than a thousand men in total.

They then marched 'mightily' through the clouds and entered the western border of France.

In the late afternoon, the control tower at Mortaney Rail Port first detected the anomaly: twelve unregistered armed barges were breaking through the atmosphere and landing on the abandoned landing pad outside the port area.

The ship's paint was deliberately erased, but the flag raised high at the bow identified the other party as Crown Prince Bourbon II!

Before the port garrison could react, a second wave of signals came crashing down.

It is a full-frequency broadcast on a public channel.

"Mortanie Garrison, I am Bourbon-Henri de Valuva! Your only, true ruler!"

"In accordance with the French Code, I demand that you immediately lay down all hostile acts and submit to my side!"

The broadcast was repeated three times.

On the first attempt, the port commander also tried to contact Oto to confirm the situation.

By the second time, the communication channel was already filled with interference noise.

On the third attempt, the doors of the armed barges opened, and troops dressed in Papacy-style exoskeleton armor began to land in formation.

The sound of armored boots striking the land was dense and rhythmic. Although there were only a few hundred of them, the rhythmic vibrations could be felt throughout the entire port area.

However, they were ultimately too few.

Although there is no organized fleet stationed at the Mortane rail port.

But there are also several thousand garrison troops here.

With the commander dropping the completely jammed communicator, manual command began.

Thousands of taxi soldiers, also equipped with exoskeletons, appeared densely in front of the port gate.

Behind them, warships had already taken off and heavy artillery had been loaded.

With just one order from the commander, these audacious fools would all perish!

Looking at the hundreds of enemy soldiers who came without fear.

The commander, somewhat incredulous, was about to order the firing.

But the next moment, his throat was choked shut, and he could no longer make a sound.

Because Crown Prince Bourbon II himself stood at the front.

He spread his arms and addressed the defenders loudly:

“I, Bourbon II, your Crown Prince! Your King! I am right here! If you shoot, you are betraying your only legitimate monarch!”

"Then let's head this way!"

He approached the soldiers confidently, then smiled and pointed to his chest.