Successors of all mankind

However, neither of them succeeded.

Lorraine's goals were extremely ambitious, and after suffering repeated setbacks, she fled in disarray, exposing herself completely to the royal army.

It's completely useless.

There's no need to turn the cannons around; just increase the output, and they'll be annihilated.

They simply didn't have the ability to break through.

The governor was a high-ranking official who had once enjoyed the deep trust of the royal family and was in charge of the western provinces of the dynasty.

He did eject successfully, and no ships fired at his escape pod.

After all, who would have known that he would abandon his own troops?

However, the moment he launched himself, his flagship exploded, and a fierce burst of flames engulfed him.

In this way, the rebel army on both the left and right flanks was completely wiped out, and the supreme commanders on both sides also died.

The final central force was the flagship unit jointly built by the Crown Prince and the church.

Yet they managed to hold on thanks to their sheer number and sturdy hulls.

But it will be soon.

On the flagship, the Founder Sage remained seated, watching the surrounding flames and tremors.

After opening his mouth, he stood up.

The sturdy hull behind him bulged and tore apart from the explosion.

The metal jets splattered rapidly in all directions, but they all avoided him.

This allowed him to walk step by step toward the porthole.

It allowed him to gaze upon the army he had painstakingly built, which had now become fireworks in the hands of the Messiah.

"This was originally just a good deal..."

We helped you restore the monarchy, and you helped us destroy the horn.

What a great deal!

But why did it turn out this way?

This is much faster than we predicted.

The Messiah should appear in the future, much later, and they will destroy all the doomsday horns before he appears.

May civilization endure, may fathers still have sons, and may mothers still have husbands.

But now, everything in our civilization is going to become what it looks like now!

The sage seemed to see the great flood coming down.

The sky was set ablaze, the earth was torn apart, and all things wailed in agony.

"Is it too late or too early?"

The flagship's explosion started from the inside.

First, the row of main power pipelines in the middle of the ship finally reached their stress limit after being bombarded continuously, and the pipeline joints ruptured.

The high-energy fuel vaporized instantly at high temperatures, and then the entire hull expanded outward as if it were being stretched open from the inside. The armor plates tore open after expanding to their limit, and sparks and debris gushed out from the cracks.

The sage who forged the sword also disappeared into the fireworks after leaving behind this murmur.

The commotion behind me, the jade in front of me.

All of this was stimulating Bourbon II's nerves.

How could this happen?

Wasn't he already certain of victory and ready to be officially crowned at any moment?

Why did all of this disappear in such a short time?

His army, his vassals, and the great dynasty he dreamed of.

It all became a joke.

Finally, he turned his furious gaze to Yu Le, who remained seated in the main seat.

It's him, it's him!

He ruined everything for me!

I must kill him!

"Go to hell!"

In order to capture Bourbon II, who had left alone after constantly provoking him, he has now truly become a lonely figure.

He blamed everything on Yu Le and tried to make him pay for it.

When Bourbon II took his first step forward, the Queen-class battleship beneath his feet, the pride of the Marquess and a member of the Robespierre family, shook violently.

Even though he didn't actually step on it in a physical sense!

This was a manifestation of his psionic energy being compressed to the extreme around his body; at this moment, he had no energy left to control the overflow of power.

He only wanted to concentrate all his strength into an attack that could crush any defense, and then unleash it all on Yu Le.

He killed his cousin's husband in front of her, the woman who had taken away all his hopes!

"I can have nothing, but you, you must die! You bastard!"

His voice was distorted and deformed by the psionic turbulence.

His body began to show visible changes as it moved forward.

The casual clothes covering him were instantly torn apart by psychic energy, revealing dark, crackling lines on his skin, like some kind of rapidly charging veins.

His speed exceeded the range of human vision, and even the radar on the bridge could not detect a single movement from him.

Almost as soon as he took his second step, his figure appeared before Yu Le's eyes.

His furious hand was already reaching for Yu Le; with just a gentle squeeze, he could snap that hateful neck!

But the next moment, everything around them changed.

The bridge, its armor torn apart by its own actions; the terrified officers and nobles; and the brother-in-law, so close he could be crushed at any moment.

They're all gone.

All that remained was a silent sky.

And then there was a terrifying sound coming from behind me:

How dare you try to hurt him?

For the first time, Princess Emerald felt an emotion that surprised her—anger, the boundless anger of having almost lost something important.

Ah, an unprecedented rage is burning in my chest.

The general wasn't wrong; I was indeed mistaken. I took what I considered a rational answer as the truth.

Otherwise, I wouldn't be so angry because someone tried to kill my husband in front of me!

Hearing this immense anger, Bourbon II paused for a moment before turning around to look.

Then he sneered:

“You are clearly my cousin, of the great golden bloodline, yet you are angry over something that is not worthy of you at all.”

"Just because I wanted to kill him? What a joke! You have human blood in your veins, how can you get angry over something so lowly?"

Having said that, Bourbon II no longer cared about anything else; all he wanted was to enjoy the battle and vent his frustrations.

Suddenly, he tilted his head to the side and laughed loudly in an extremely manic posture:

"Ah, I remember now, many people say that my uncle trained his daughter to be a good dog. Well-behaved, obedient, and smart. I didn't really notice it at first."

“But now, I think they were right, you really are like a good dog. Look, our good dog is angry because someone tried to kick her new owner!”

Bourbon II laughed unrestrainedly.

What if we suddenly move him away?

We are all descendants of gods, how could you possibly do anything to me?

But the next moment, he was stunned and regretted it.

Because the world, mountains, and sky rushed past him.

Then a sharp, stinging pain shot through my face.

'What's up?'

Before Bourbon II could react, he transformed into a shooting star and crashed into a distant mountain range.

It crashed straight through three mountain peaks before finally stopping in the middle of a large mountain, creating a huge crater.

Of course, you could also say it's embedded in it.

Now, looking into the distance, Princess Emerald is still holding back the punch she just delivered.

Bourbon II finally understood everything—he had been punched away by her?

When did that punch come out? How come I didn't react in time?

And, and, it hurts so much! It hurts so much!

As a descendant of gods, he is almost never injured. The last time he felt similar pain was sixty years ago when his uncle cut off his left arm.

But now, the other party's daughter has achieved a similar effect with just one punch.

Bourbon II carefully touched his face; even the slightest touch caused him indescribable pain.

And it was swollen to an absolutely terrifying degree.

"You—! Huh? Ugh!"

With his left cheek completely swollen and deformed, and a few teeth spitting out when he opened his mouth, Prince Bourbon II was stunned to see the broken teeth on the ground still covered in blood and flesh.

Aren't we all one-quarter descendants of gods?

Why are you so strong?

"How can you be so strong?"

Indistinct, mumbled sounds were laboriously expelled from his swollen and deformed mouth.

Princess Emerald slowly withdrew her fist, then twisted her wrist and said:

"I don't know either, it just felt so good!"

Emerald, who had always been law-abiding and acted in accordance with her father's perfect expectations, felt joy for the first time.

A feeling of pure joy from the bottom of my heart.

That punch just now felt so good!

However, even she herself was surprised that she seemed to be much stronger than usual.

So it's because...

Princess Emerald turned around and glanced behind her.

That's the direction of entertainment.

After chuckling softly, she said:

"It must be because of love."

Yes, it must be because of love. The stories of the bards don't seem to be as full of falsehood as I thought.

Literature truly comes from reality!

Because people cannot imagine things they have never seen before!

"What?"

Bourbon II could not accept this ridiculous reason, which should only exist in stories.

While directing the engineers to urgently repair the bridge armor, Count Rhein watched with curiosity as the prince suddenly donned a laurel wreath.