Successors of all mankind

“That’s alright, after all these years, but, Sir, I think there’s someone who definitely knows.”

As she spoke, the princess looked behind her.

The royal knights who followed immediately made way, revealing Duke Malty sitting in a wheelchair behind them.

"You fought Justinian for many years, and after his and his empire fell, you searched for his treasure for a full century. So you must know something, Duke?"

“Of course, Your Highness, I do know a little. However, it may take some time and be a bit troublesome.”

"Could you please wait here for a moment?"

"Don't even think about playing any tricks, Duke. I'm not one to tolerate things repeatedly."

The princess gave Duke Marty a gentle reminder, not a threat, but just a reminder.

Because she was telling the truth.

"Please rest assured, Your Highness, I understand!"

The Duke of Marty's wheelchair carried him to the left.

When he touched the strange, solid metal wall, he slowly made his way over it from left to right.

As they walked, Marty said:

"As you said, I fought Justinian for a long time. At first, I was full of confidence and thought he was just another clown."

“During your father’s reign, the Martyr family saw far too many such characters, none of whom could cause any trouble.”

"But Justinian gave me a resounding slap in the face."

"He repeatedly triumphed over the strong with the weak, and countless times, just when I thought victory was assured, he shattered all my illusions from an unexpected angle."

The only sounds in the empty square were the creaking of Duke Marty's wheelchair and his incessant chatter.

The princess raised her eyebrows slightly, and Yu Le looked at him strangely as well.

Something's not right about this.

“But no matter how many times he wins and how many times I lose, I never lose confidence and strength, because I have someone he absolutely cannot defeat.”

“That is your father, my lord, the Lord of Albion, the King of Glory!”

"As a being of golden blood, possessing half human blood, he is a god!"

"And Justinian, he can never defeat a god. That is my greatest reliance and source of confidence!"

The wheelchair carrying Duke Marty had already reached the other side.

At this point, Duke Marty stopped, lowered his hand, turned to look at the princess, and said:

"But your father ultimately refused my request for help!"

"He abandoned his vassals!"

The princess's expression gradually turned cold, and then she slightly raised the corners of her mouth and said sarcastically:

"What a joke! You yourselves have overstepped your bounds, attempting to gain even greater benefits. Protecting your lives and defending your territory is indeed my father's responsibility."

“But what you want my father to do on your behalf is not something my father, the king, has given you!”

"You're making my father pay the price for your greed again!"

“This is inherently rebellious, but Father still promised you that as long as you retreat to Albion, even if it worsens his health, he will help you defeat any invading enemies!”

“But now, Marty, are you going to tell me that you’re still dissatisfied with this?”

Having said that, the princess slightly raised her chin, looking at the duke with a dangerous glint in her eyes:

“My father is indeed not here, but do you really think you can challenge me?”

This is also what makes Yule strange.

They had just witnessed the power of the Golden Bloodline.

That seems to be something that cannot be defeated by human power.

So, even if Maltese really wanted to do something before, after seeing that scene, does he still not intend to turn back?

What gives him his confidence?

Then, Yu Le looked behind Maltai—at the place that seemed to be the real entrance to the treasure.

The princess clearly noticed this as well.

Then, in an increasingly dangerous tone, he said:

"Or do you really think you can get your hands on this so-called Byzantine heritage right in front of me? Over such a short distance of one or two kilometers?"

The moment the words left her lips, the princess launched her attack.

The strange metal that the Maltese family had tried so hard to destroy suddenly melted at this moment.

A powerful force shot directly from the princess to Marty!

This force, which should have been devastating, came to an abrupt halt before Martai.

A semi-transparent barrier blocked it all!

Marty looked quietly at the princess and said:

“Your Highness, you have misunderstood something. I do not resent your father. I simply realized on that day that I must become like your father!”

"The power of God is truly immense! He can make everyone bow down unconditionally!"

The princess looked at the barrier in front of the other party with a strange expression, and then suddenly turned around to look behind her.

With a click, the wide-open door closed again.

The young girl who had once silently pushed the Duke of Marty's wheelchair slowly walked in.

Chapter 41 Let's Start the War!

And behind her, just before the door closed.

Yu Le saw the countless burned remains of the royal knights.

In their final moments, they seemed to realize the formidable enemy behind them, but they only had time to turn around and raise their guns...

All the other person did was raise their hand slightly.

Only when he truly faced the princess did he finally let go.

Golden cracks gradually spread all over her body as she walked.

It was similar to a princess, but even more serious and... unclean?

Despite the same brilliance and cracks, one particular character popped into Yu Le's mind.

"The Immaculate Doll!?"

He watched as the young girl slowly approached, remaining silent with lifeless eyes.

The princess raised an eyebrow and revealed the other person's identity.

"Yes, the forbidden Immaculate Doll, prepared especially for you! For this, she has also been infused with the great blood of gold!"

Looking at the immaculate doll standing in front of the princess.

Duke Marty recounted his preparations with great delight.

Good plays always need good audiences; a one-man show written by one person is no fun.

The aliens have mastered forbidden technology; they seem to be able to extract the golden bloodline from the remains of the golden humans.

The information I had heard before was now presented to Yu Le in a completely straightforward manner.

Before Yu Le could even react in surprise, the princess pulled him behind her.

"Never leave my side, Sir. Even if you are just a lowly plaything, you are still a dangerous weapon!"

This was different from the subtle sense of fear I had felt when looking at Marty and all the other people.

The doll before her eyes truly posed a perilous threat to the princess.

But that's all. In the end, it's just a low-quality doll!

"Marty, you don't actually think this thing can kill me, do you? What a joke!"

"Of course, I never expected her to kill you, but all I needed was for her to stop you."

The gate opened behind the Duke of Marty, and his wheelchair carried him inside.

Before closing the door, Marty smiled at the princess and said:

"Your Highness, please remember, I will be the one who wins in the end!"

Finally, he gave Yu Le one last, deep look:

"And you, Emperor of Rome, you will also lose everything!"

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As the Duke of Marty entered the elevator, outside stood the royal fleet.

The radar-monitoring taxi crew also noticed that Maltese's fleet seemed to be acting strangely.

This surprised him for a moment, and he immediately went to his superior.

"Sir, it seems that the Marty family's fleet is being mobilized."

“What’s so strange about that? They’ve been looking for something, and it was His Highness’s order.”

The officer was leisurely sipping his tea, completely oblivious to the situation.

But the soldier immediately explained:

"But, sir, it seems like they're coming for us!"

The officer immediately put down his teacup and looked at the soldier:

Are you sure?

"At least, at least this trend is shown on the radar."

The officer tossed down his teacup, not caring whether the spilled tea would wet the table and the files on it.

He shoved the soldier aside and sat down in front of Radar.

Countless red dots are converging from all directions.

And the target is them!

"Alarm! Alarm!"

"The Marty family has gone mad! They're going to war with the royal family!"

The piercing alarm instantly blared throughout the entire fleet.

Amidst the hurried figures of people everywhere, the fleet commander strode into the bridge.

Where is His Highness?

"His Highness is still inside that bunker, but we're afraid we can't get closer. The Marty family's fleet has already surrounded us."

Before he could finish speaking, the entire warship began to shake violently.

The sounds of various instruments alarming and the cries of panic and pain from people falling down filled the air.

The Marty family's fleet is already firing on them!

"Activate shields, everyone in fan formation! For now, abandon the rescue of Princess; we can't get through!"

The commander acted decisively, and after initially stabilizing the situation, immediately instructed his subordinates:

"We must ask Saga, Castel, and the surrounding provinces for help. I refuse to believe that Marty can incite them to rebel!"

It's insane! Even at the border, the fleets from all over the country can still rush to the aid!

What makes the Malty family think they can take down the royal fleet within the kingdom's borders?

However, the communications officer's response was:

"General, no...it's impossible, they've cut off communications..."

"How is this possible? Nobody in the entire Albion has the technology to block our communications. This is the royal fleet, technology from the Divine Machines!!!"