Rebirth: The Time-locked Girl-Chapter 912: We Ministers Pay Respects to Your Majesty

Chapter 912: Chapter 912: We Ministers Pay Respects to Your Majesty

At the same moment the Emperor’s Order shattered, everyone in the hall suddenly felt the oppressive force that weighed on them dissipate.

It was as if something floated away from their bodies, no longer binding them.

It wasn’t just the people in the grand hall; everyone in Cangyuan Country felt the same at that moment.

[So strange, do you feel your body has become much lighter?]

[Yes, yes, yes! I thought I was the only one who felt it. Does everyone feel the same?]

[It’s truly magical. We Atlantians hardly ever get sick, yet why do I feel as though my heart and lungs have cleared up considerably?]

[Doesn’t matter. It’s a good thing anyway. I even feel like my bloodline has evolved!]

On the Zeroing Community, there was endless discussion and confusion.

Only those present at the scene knew that the feeling was the will imposed by the Cangyuan Great Priest on them, which dissipated with the breaking of the Emperor’s Order.

The Sword of Damocles that hung over them vanished as well.

From now on, their lives would no longer be controlled by others, nor would their actions be subject to anyone.

Beirut King looked as though he had been struck by lightning. His eyes widened in disbelief, and his lips began to tremble violently: "Impossible... This can’t be possible!"

The Emperor’s Order was a divine artifact forged by the Cangyuan Great Priest. How could it be destroyed by Ye Wanlan?

Could it be that her willpower surpasses that of the Cangyuan Great Priest?

Beirut King had long known that the Cangyuan Great Priest, like Supreme Wisdom, also planted a mark on the people of Cangyuan.

The Emperor’s Order could activate these marks to control the people of Cangyuan.

Not that no one had resisted Beirut King’s tyrannical and inhuman rule, but he could use the Emperor’s Order to silently eliminate those people.

As long as he had the Emperor’s Order, Beirut King was fearless, even if Ye Wanlan had already placed the blade against his neck.

But now, the Emperor’s Order was destroyed, and the marks planted by the Cangyuan Great Priest disappeared along with it, leaving Cangyuan beyond his control.

Beirut King’s eyes went dull; he looked like a fool, trembling all over like he was shaking in fear: "No... I don’t believe it! This can’t be! No!"

Ye Wanlan lifted her hand, scattered the last of the powder, and her gaze fell back on Beirut King: "Now, guess, can I kill you?"

Her voice was soft, yet to Beirut King it sounded like an evil spirit climbing up from Hell, claiming a life.

He shivered violently, forcing a rather fearful smile: "Wanlan, I... I am your grandfather. Without me, there wouldn’t be you. We’re family, where is there unresolved enmity? You agree, don’t you?"

He was scared.

No matter how much he coveted power, he cherished his life more.

Without life, everything would be lost.

"Beirut, when you wanted to kill my grandmother and father, did you consider us as family?" Ye Wanlan suddenly curled her lips, "However, I changed my mind because I also want to see if the Great Priest’s prophecy is accurate or not."

Beirut King’s heart skipped a beat, instantly feeling a sense of foreboding.

What does this sentence... mean?

"The Great Priest said that the one to kill you would be my father." Ye Wanlan raised her sword, "But now, I am the one who kills you."

She didn’t wait for Beirut King to react, directly piercing his heart with the sharp blade!

"Pfft—!" Beirut King’s mouth opened uncontrollably, spewing a mouthful of blood, his breath instantly weakened.

Ye Wanlan’s expression was indifferent, yet her actions were ruthless. She turned the sword hilt, grinding Beirut King’s heart to pieces.

"You vicious... vicious..." Blood overflowed Beirut King’s throat, preventing him from completing his words.

Indeed, the physique of Atlantians was far superior to humans, but with his heart shattered, any mortal could not survive.

Beirut King’s eyes bulged, his hand fell heavily, becoming lifeless.

"..."

The hall remained eerily silent.

Even Lancelot, who had been urging Ye Wanlan to act quickly, was speechless, his mouth slightly open in shock at Ye Wanlan’s decisiveness.

"It seems the Great Priest’s prophecy was not accurate." Ye Wanlan smiled slightly.

"Swoosh—"

She withdrew the Longsword, its blade pristine as before, untainted by a single drop of blood.

Ye Wanlan turned, inserted the sword into the ground, and spoke slowly: "Beirut King is dead, and I shall succeed him. Does anyone have any objections?"

"..."

No one spoke.

"Since there are no objections, then from today, I shall govern Cangyuan." Ye Wanlan kicked Beirut King’s corpse off the throne and sat down.

Though she wore no resplendent royal robes nor adorned herself with a grand crown.

Yet sitting there, she shone with unparalleled splendor, making it impossible to look directly at her.

She was indeed a natural-born queen.

But this path, she had walked for far too long.

And on this path, she had sacrificed far too much.

She treaded on bones, bathed in blood, covered in scars, ultimately sitting atop the position above thousands.

The ministers still remained silent, not speaking, while the knights, following Lancelot’s command, stood still.

Lancelot came to his senses, stepped forward, first kneeling on one knee, right hand clenched into a fist, pressed against his left chest: "Your servant, pays respect to Your Majesty!"

Lancelot was too proud, he had never shown any respect to Beirut King.

Seeing Lancelot in such a manner, the ministers exchanged glances, some of them stirred.

Bear in mind, Lancelot controlled the highest military power of Cangyuan Country.

"I spit!" A middle-aged minister said fiercely, "A woman like you, fit to be an emperor? Beirut certainly had faults, but the position of emperor is not yours to assume!"

"You don’t think, I would be easier to reason with than Beirut, do you?" Ye Wanlan clasped her hands, casually nodding her chin, "I would only be even more ruthless than him, personally executing people."

As she spoke, a faint smile lingered on her lips.

The smile reflected in the middle-aged minister’s eyes, causing his heart to palpitate, yet he still insisted: "Cangyuan absolutely does not permit a woman to be emperor. I won’t accept it! I won’t acknowledge it!"

"Won’t accept?" Ye Wanlan’s expression was indifferent, "No need for you to accept, you just need to die."

As soon as the words fell, with a "whoosh", a blood flower exploded from the middle-aged minister’s left chest.

His eyes widened, body falling limply down.

"Jode Nicholson, assaulted thirty-seven women, harmed sixteen lives." Ye Wanlan leaned back against the chair, spoke casually, "Deserved to die."

As these four words were uttered, even the eldest, Oleg, shuddered.

Ultimately, he knelt, bowed reverently: "Your servant, pays respect to Your Majesty."