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This naturally did nothing to Reinhardt, who weaved through the vines that resembled a vast dragon, and with the protection of the wind element, he broke through the gaps in the attacks.

Reinhardt is not as high-ranking as Silvana, because the Chosen Ones are equivalent to having superhuman strength from the moment they receive the blessing. However, in terms of combat experience and mentality, Reinhardt is far superior to Silvana.

Another sword strike landed on Silvana's protective barrier, blocking the damage, but the aftershock sent Silvana tumbling several times on the ground.

"Asshole! Asshole! Asshole!!!"

The empress, covered in dust and grime, was furious. She placed her hands on the ground and released a massive amount of divine power that spread across the land.

Deep green magical patterns spread like tree roots along the floor, and a booming sound echoed throughout the hall. The rock and soil imbued with divine power transformed into several giant stone golems, each as tall as a three-story building, rising from the ground.

The giant stone golem hurled wild punches at Reinhardt, while the vines that weaved around it coiled and converged like nimble snakes, intertwining with the rocks that floated up from beneath Silvana's feet, forming a giant serpent around him.

Silvana concealed her body within the snake's head, which was heavily protected by earth and rocks, and then raised her head to swim towards the wall.

"Don't run!"

Reinhardt braved the barrage of punches as he tried to pursue, but before he could react, the giant snake lashed out with its tail, sending him flying.

The blow was exceptionally solid, and Reinhardt was knocked to the ground, spitting out a pool of foul blood.

Just as the snake's head, which had been hiding, was about to burrow into the tunnel, a massive brass spear, like a meteor, swept across most of the treasure vault and struck the snake precisely at its vital spot.

The divine power contained within the spearhead exploded forth, shattering the earthen and stone snake head and revealing the terrified Silvana hiding within.

Silvana hastily manipulated divine magic, summoning a large number of stones to fill the gap, but this brief delay bought Reinhardt time to recover.

The imperial knight, with only the detestable empress in his eyes, clenched his left fist into his chest, and a strong gust of wind enveloped his body.

The next moment, Reinhardt flew up close to the ground, his figure instantly transforming into a tricky arc as he dashed away.

The chaotic punches and vine strikes along the way barely grazed his fleeting shadows, and in the blink of an eye, the knight's longsword in his hand pierced Silvana's chest.

"Snapped"

The relentless attacks eventually broke the enchanted dress, and the barrier shattered into countless magical fragments, like glass.

Shocked, Silvana tumbled to the ground from the shattered snake head, still waving her arms as she lay there trying to cast a spell, when a heavy knight's greaves stepped on her frail arm.

"what!!!"

The pain of shattered bones caused Silvana to let out a piercing howl. Reinhardt's blood-covered face came into view, and the cold blade was pressed against her throat.

"Don't kill me! Don't kill me!!"

Sylvanas pleaded, tears streaming down her face. Her previous arrogance and haughtiness had turned into humble pleas, and her beautiful face was scrunched up in pain.

Reinhardt's hand, gripping the longsword, trembled slightly as he looked at the face of the girl he had once sworn allegiance to, his teeth clenched.

"How disgusting."

Senator Wendt's calm voice rang in Reinhardt's ears, "It was such a petty person who ultimately caused the current tragic state of devastation in the Empire."

"What are you still hesitating for, Reinhardt?"

"Your homeland, the southern province, is now burning in the fires summoned by the devil; above you, the empire's own people are killing one another because of her."

"Deal with her, say goodbye to your past, and from now on, you will officially become one of us."

Reinhardt's throat bobbed slightly. Indeed, as Senator Winder said, once this wicked fellow was personally dealt with, the empire's internal strife would come to an end.

But in a daze, looking at Silvana's wrinkled face, he felt that if he were to strike with this sword, he would also lose something.

That complex feeling is hard to describe, like embarking on a road of no return.

"What are you still hesitating about?"

The image of Senator Winder appeared, pacing gracefully beside Silvana. "You wouldn't happen to feel this inappropriate sympathy at this particular moment?"

"Do not……"

It's not sympathy.

Reinhardt knew that his current mindset wasn't one of sympathy, but he couldn't quite explain why he was still hesitating.

"If you hesitate any longer, she might run away again."

These words made Reinhardt tense up again.

Seeing the cunning glint in Silvana's pleading eyes, he finally let go of the fearless obsession that lingered in his mind and thrust his sword forward.

But at that moment, a hand gently touched his arm.

There's no need to rush into making a decision.

Her gentle voice was like a spring breeze at dawn. Serendra appeared beside him without him noticing and slowly pressed down the cold blade of her sword.

“You are a gentle person at heart, Reinhardt, and you don’t need to prove your resolve with hatred.”

Chapter 223 The End of the Civil War

This word of comfort seemed to touch Reinhardt's heartstrings.

He stared intently at Silvana, his expression shifting. His grip on the longsword faltered slightly before he finally planted it tremblingly into the ground beside him.

"Feel sorry……"

"I...I can't bring myself to do it..."

Whether it was Silvana or Serendra, they were both people he had once admired and revered in the Knights.

Even now that he has seen through the other party's true colors, he doesn't seem to have the resolve to kill him.

Even if he knows that this might be the right thing to do.

"I'm sorry, I guess I'm still... too weak..."

However, Serendra chuckled softly upon hearing this, "Weakness is not a flaw, Sir Knight."

"Human beings can be called great precisely because they can embrace weak individuals."

"Help me... Sister! Help me!"

Upon seeing Serendra, Silvana cried out even louder, as if she had found a lifeline.

She knew that, given Celinedra's personality, even if she had betrayed her in the past, Celinedra would definitely save her.

"Leave the rest to me, Mr. Knight."

Serendra ignored Silvana and just smiled. "Quickly take the others out and tell everyone outside that the civil war is over."

Reinhardt didn't think too much about it, just nodded blankly, bowed respectfully to Selenedra, picked up the crown that had fallen to the ground as a token, and went to find the other guard knights.

The other guard knights had not been able to participate in the battle, mainly because Freya had suppressed them with divine magic by herself.

Now that Silvana had been captured, Freya loosened the brass chains binding them, and Reinhardt led them out to announce the situation.

The vast treasure vault was left with only Silvana and Serindra. Seeing that no one was around, the former immediately used his still intact left hand to hug Serindra's leg and sobbed with snot and tears streaming down his face.

"Sister, thank you for giving me another chance. I know you sent the others away to save me!"

"I know I was wrong, please forgive me, sister, I will never do it again!"

"Well……"

However, the gentle expression that Serendra had shown earlier vanished abruptly when she looked at Silvana.

Her delicate face and bright eyes narrowed slightly, gradually changing from a deep blue like Swan Lake to a bewitching crimson.

"That's hard to say, my dear 'sister'."

Her mature and gentle voice also transformed into a clear and melodious one, like that of a cheerful lark.

"Why……?"

The unfamiliar voice startled Silvana, and it wasn't until she stared at those crimson eyes for a long time that she belatedly realized what was happening.

"Wait...you, you're not Selindra?? You are..."

"Shhh."

"Selenedra" put her index finger to her lips, raised her foot and stomped hard on Silvana's face, silencing her.

“Ugh…!!”

Sylvanas, whose mouth was stuffed with a small leather shoe, scratched her slender legs in pain, but she only appeared weak and powerless.

"Don't shout so loudly, they haven't gone far yet."

As Silvana said, this was not actually the real Princess Serendra, but Ella in disguise using the Ring of All Things.

Unfortunately, the real Miss Serendra is still in seclusion, so in order to quickly seize power from Aslan, Ella had no choice but to reluctantly take on the role.

Having discovered the truth, Silvana's eyes widened in extreme fear.

But if this is the witch, why is she stopping Reinhardt from killing her?

Seemingly sensing what the other was thinking, Ella's lips curled up slightly. "I'm keeping you here because you still have some use."

“Mr. Reinhardt is a good man. I don’t like to force good people to do things against their conscience, as it will cause them pain.”

“But unfortunately, Miss Silvana, you are a bad person, and so am I. In the end, it is more appropriate to resolve matters between bad people in our own way.”

"Don't you think so?"

As soon as she finished speaking, a pool of filthy black mud fell from beneath the girl's delicate princess dress.

The black mud seemed to writhe as if it were alive, spreading across Silvana's struggling body. Countless dark tentacles grew from the mud, tightly binding her frail form.

The slippery tentacles tightened more and more, mercilessly breaking off her fragile limbs and constricting her soft abdomen and throat, making Silvana feel as if her internal organs were about to be squeezed out.

"Waaaaah!!! Waaaaah!!!"

She screamed with all her might, but the round toes of her shoes pressed down on her, and she could only make weak nasal sounds. She watched helplessly as the figures of Reinhardt and the others walked further and further away outside the treasure vault gate, and finally, in despair, she was dragged into the dark mud.

……

The night passed.

As the first rays of dawn rose over the eastern mountains, the deafening roar of cannons that had echoed throughout the imperial city finally ceased at daybreak.

Smoke billowed over the devastated city, countless corpses floated on the crimson river, and the cratered earthen bridge was filled with broken halberds and dull military flags.

But the commander-in-chief of the allied lords, Sivirif, finally stood in the palace hall and sounded the horn symbolizing victory.

The civil war ended, and although the scene looked somewhat tragic, the fighting between the two armies did not escalate to a truly fierce stage thanks to the early capture of Silvana.

The allied forces had only crossed the canal; they hadn't even had time to breach the palace gates. The Sky Knights were locked in fierce battle with Julius and Elon when the announcement of surrender rang out behind them.

The most unfortunate one was probably Astra, who intercepted the Holy Revelation Society in the back hall. Originally only skilled in mind magic, she was beaten up by Alina as soon as they started fighting. She finally managed to subtly sense the crack in Alina's heart using divine magic, but before she could make a move, the palace behind her raised the white flag.

To describe it, it's like enduring pressure throughout the entire game, patiently developing your strength until you're ready to avenge your defeat, only to have your teammates surrender.

Astra never imagined that Silvana would escape from downstairs while he was fighting a bloody battle in the rear palace.

After being captured by the opposing Saint-level forces who arrived at the scene, she nearly vomited blood upon hearing the news.

She, a noble and dignified deity, fought diligently on the battlefield, only to find that this human queen had secretly escaped.

Not only was she trying to escape, but she was also caught, which brought the entire battle to a standstill. In all her years of life, this was probably the first time she had ever suffered such a humiliating defeat.

Meanwhile, with the help of Councilor Wind, Serendra and others successfully escaped from the cave beneath Blackrock Mountain and, along with a large number of refugees, were transferred into the Dwarf Kingdom.

The Aslan regime changed hands, but the other ducalists who fled to the Royal Academy in the west of the city vanished without a trace.

Of course, others might not understand, but Ella knew very well that those guys must have hidden in Hub Town through the spatial passage over there.

The capital enjoyed a brief period of peace, but she knew it was merely the prelude to a real storm.

Chapter 224 The Empress from Another Family

There are two days left until the upgrade plan is completed.

Leonian Royal Palace.

Despite a morning of temporary repairs, the traces of the civil war remain in the city.

Silvana was overthrown, and the royal power nominally belonged to the rightful heir, Serendra.

The real Serendra was only sent over by Ella through a spatial portal that morning. When she heard that "she" had commissioned the lords' alliance to attack the palace, stage a coup, and personally infiltrate enemy territory to intercept Sylvanas at the last moment, Serendra was completely dumbfounded.

However, she felt that she was not up to the responsibility of leading the empire. If Ella had not told her that the capital had been pacified, Serendra might not have wanted to come back, out of consideration for taking care of Femishier.

The fall of Molten City was yet another nightmare for her. She spent the entire night running anxiously through the dark underground caverns. This fear made it impossible for Serendra to feel at ease even after escaping to the Dwarven Kingdom.