Successors of all mankind

She couldn't grasp herself at all!

Ah, it can work, it absolutely can work.

Since you say your power comes from so-called love, then let me see how far you can go for your love!

Regardless of whether it's true or false, entertainment is his only breakthrough!

Bourbon II's speed increased faster and faster.

Now it has reached the point where even Pandora can only track down its afterimages.

"Sir, the other party is approaching at an undetectable speed...it's beyond the limits of observation. Please..."

Pandora's urgent voice stopped at the last moment.

Because Bourbon II's body was stopped by the jade before he could touch the music.

In an extremely violent way.

"Let me take a good look at you, cousin!"

A nightmarish sound suddenly appeared in Bourbon II's ears.

He struggled to move his eyes, using his peripheral vision to look in the direction from which the sound came.

"Boom!"

A fist slammed down, rapidly filling the entire field of vision.

Then the sonic boom from the Bourbon II was so powerful that it penetrated deep into the earth below.

The moment the punch landed, the surrounding mountains, forests, and earth all trembled.

The massive shockwave then swept through all the trees, startling countless birds and beasts into flight.

Bourbon II didn't even see how the punch came about; he only saw the fist!

The only thing he could be sure of was that he had just been sprinting at high speed, and the bridge where Yu Le was located was right in front of him. The distance had been reduced to only a dozen meters, and even his terrible cousin would have a hard time catching up.

Then everything in my field of vision changed in an indistinguishable instant.

The sky, the earth, the mountains and forests, the bridges and entertainment venues—all disappeared.

All that remained was a rapidly growing fist and a brief, chilling voice.

In the end, his world shattered.

His back slammed into the rock before coming to a stop, and rubble and dirt piled up behind him to form a new hill. The trees within a radius of hundreds of meters were knocked down to their roots by the shockwave, and the exposed roots curled up in the air, pointing towards the sky.

Bourbon II lay at the bottom of the crater he had created, his vision limited to a rapidly shrinking gray-blue sky.

He tried to move a finger, but he couldn't feel anything in his whole body.

Is this really only one-quarter human blood, just like mine?

Could it be that the power of love truly exists?

And it really does have incredible power?

Even Bourbon II, who had never believed in the ridiculous power of love, began to believe in it.

He was even frantically reminiscing about his life, trying to find within himself the kind of power that bards would advocate.

Friendship, love, anything is fine.

In short, give me the power quickly, or my cousin will beat me to death!

He was beaten to death like a dead dog!

Looking down at the completely immobile Bourbon II, Princess Emerald herself incredulously twitched her fingers.

That's unbelievable.

After she pulled Bourbon II away from Jürgen and stood between him and Jürgen.

She could clearly feel her power rising at a speed from a completely incomprehensible source.

Even when throwing a punch or making an attack, you can feel the support from the entire world.

It was as if the psychic energy itself was responding to her.

In particular, every time she noticed that the gaze coming from behind her was always Yu Le's!

Like Bourbon II, she was unable to provide a reasonable answer to all of this.

However, she had listened to the 'General's' instructions.

Therefore, she believed that this must be the power of love!

I must really love entertainment!

I didn't choose Yule because it was the most suitable for me; I simply fell in love with her!

Otherwise, why would my heart be racing? And why would I gain such incredible power in order to protect him?

She was even certain that once she was certain of Yu Le's safety, she would no longer possess such power.

Bourbon II was badly wounded, but he was, after all, a descendant of gods, with human blood flowing through his veins, and one of the closest beings to humanity in the world.

After a brief recovery, he regained consciousness.

He struggled to his feet from the ruins. Then he looked up in horror at his cousin in the sky.

We can't fight anymore, if we keep fighting we'll really die!

So he looked behind him, where his cousin was far away and Yu Le was far away.

No glory or opportunity can compare to life!

However, he misjudged the situation and thus missed his last chance.

Because he was looking in the direction of Albion.

At this very moment, Albion's reinforcements finally arrived, albeit belatedly!

Looking at the prominent Albion flag.

After a moment of stunned silence, Bourbon II turned around with ecstatic joy, pointed at his cousin, and laughed loudly:

"You're too late. You are better than me, but so what?"

"See that? Albion's reinforcements have arrived!"

"Your best friend has arrived!"

"But then!"

At this moment, Bourbon II's wild laughter reached its peak:

"But the Great King of Glory has chosen me, and now you're going to be enemies with your best friend! Hahahaha!"

But Princess Emerald looked at him with pity and said:

"I'm really surprised, cousin. Didn't you ever think that even this might be fake news?"

The maniacal laughter abruptly stopped as Albion's army reached overhead.

There was nowhere to retreat, nowhere to escape.

Poor God.

Chapter 107 Two Princesses (4k)

The Albion fleet slowly descended into the sky, its insignia on the bow becoming increasingly prominent and dazzling in the sunlight.

As Bourbon II looked up at the familiar flag, the lingering elation in his heart was cooling at a visible speed.

If the other side had really come to support him, they should have already opened fire on Emerald, who clearly had the upper hand.

So, his cousin hadn't lied to him.

Even this is fake.

I was tricked again. No, I should say I was the one being tricked from beginning to end.

He thought he had victory in his grasp, but in reality, he was a complete fool!

What a fool who'd count the money for the person who sold him out!

Look at what you've done!

He had no trust in his trusted advisors and believed it to be true when he heard that one of them had betrayed him.

Upon hearing that reinforcements had arrived, they immediately took it seriously and even ordered the enemy to be let in!

'The loss wasn't unjust...'

Albion's fleet slowly came to a stop, and then a figure appeared in the corner of his eye.

Tall and broken.

Without a second thought, even without having met the other person, Bourbon II knew who they were the moment he saw them.

Albion's Gold.

My cousin's friend.

Upon seeing that the other party had indeed arrived in person, Bourbon II couldn't help but chuckle self-deprecatingly.

Even though they knew they were each other's friends, they still felt that the two would betray their friendship.

Is this also the reason why I can't feel those so-called powers?

I don't believe in any of this... this so-called power of the mind?

Bourbon II's heart was filled with endless absurdity and self-deprecation.

Jade was led astray by the 'General,' while he was led astray by his own cousin.

Both of them believed in something that did not exist.

After realizing his impending doom, Bourbon II attempted to leave himself a dignified death.

His father told him from a young age that when the curtain falls on the stage, every character who has appeared should prepare a final bow worthy of themselves.

And they, of golden blood, sons of men, descendants of gods, regardless of their ultimate fate, are pitiful.

They should all end in a glorious and dignified manner.

Bourbon II took a deep breath.

He made many wrong decisions throughout his life.

Trusting the wrong person, taking the wrong path, and betting on the wrong thing.

But never before had he been more clearly aware that he had reached the end of his road.

Even when his own uncle cut off his arm, it was the same.

He slowly and laboriously straightened up.

His knee was pulled out of the rubble, his trouser leg was torn, and blood flowed down his calf, staining the top of his boot at his ankle.

He held his hands at his sides, and even though he was covered in blood and gore, he still tried his best to stand up straight.

The spine is straight, the shoulders are pulled back, and the chin is raised.

God must have His own way of dying!

Every life must come to an end!

He looked at his cousin with arrogance.

"That's right, the one who will kill me will be another descendant of the gods, no..." He turned back to look at the Golden Princess behind him.

The two who killed the great Bourbon-Henri de Valois were of golden blood.

He is worthy of his status!

Father, I lost, I lost miserably, but! I didn't let you down!

Bourbon II ripped off his tattered dress and proudly addressed everyone present.

Towards the emeralds of France, the gold of Albion, and the fleet of pleasure.

He opened his arms wide towards everyone and shouted: