Chapter 524: The Great Transmigration

As the two approached the palace, Ace jumped off the horse and slowly led it forward by the reins. Before the crowd of nobles and officials, Ace was not the Prince Consort, so riding the same horse as the new King was quite inappropriate.

Yamila also took a deep breath, focusing her mind and calming her spirit. When the two arrived in front of the crowd, Grand Duke Minster stepped forward and shouted: “Greeting Her Royal Highness the Crown Princess!”

All the nobles and officials bowed in unison. Just as Yamila was about to dismount and return the salute, she was stopped by Ace. Wearing a black priest robe, Ace stepped forward and shouted loudly: “This is the New King. Why address her as Crown Princess!”

His aura was intimidating and inviolable.

Grand Duke Minster was still shaken by the “One Night of King Selection” incident. At this moment, he hurriedly explained: “This is the tradition of the Kingdom of Hill. After the King Selection War, one must pull out the Holy Sword in the tree to be officially crowned as King. This signifies the Divine Right of Kings.”

Ace understood the implication, but tradition was hard to deal with. Obtaining the recognition of the Holy Sword was political correctness in this world.

Yamila had already dismounted. She returned a half-salute to the nobles and officials extremely capably and said loudly: “I, Yamila Bernard, the winner of the 13th Hill King Selection War, will now pull out the Holy Sword in the tree. Please lead the way.”

The mark between her eyebrows shone brightly. Grand Duke Minster dared not neglect and said respectfully: “Please, Your Royal Highness.”

The group passed through the main hall and arrived at the Holy Sword Garden. All the nobles, bishops, and officials had rushed over. The Cardinal of St. Ivan Cathedral clenched his fists secretly, looking slightly nervous.

The Archbishop of the Kingdom of Hill also appeared on the scene with a solemn expression. This King Selection War simply blinded everyone. The Four Great Royal Families were uprooted. Perhaps the church’s opportunity had come.

Under the gaze of everyone, Yamila walked to the withered tree. Ace had already retreated to a corner. While everyone was staring at Yamila, he took out the script scroll, added a sentence, then stuffed the scroll into his clothes and naturally watched Yamila with the crowd.

Yamila was praying devoutly to the Holy Light. The brilliance of the Holy Sword bloomed, seemingly responding to her. She climbed up the withered giant tree and gripped the sword hilt with both hands.

In this instant, Ace “saw” a massive amount of Power of Great Source and Power of Fate gushing out. A spiral brilliance appeared slowly in the sky, absorbing this rare resource.

Ace did not act. He waited quietly. At the moment Yamila completely pulled out the Holy Sword, the brilliant Star Noble Phantasm on Ace’s chest flashed and disappeared, appearing above the vortex in the sky.

The form of a Power Angel emerged instantly, seizing all the gushing Power of Great Source and Power of Fate. The fate script scroll in Ace’s bosom became scalding hot; the few lines just added had turned into reality.

He turned and left quietly. Stealing such a volume of Power of Great Source and Power of Fate, the Holy Light probably wouldn’t sit idly by. Except… a trace of coldness flashed in Ace’s eyes, and he whispered:

“Except that the Holy Light couldn’t intervene even if it wanted to.”

Yamila held the Holy Sword high. Her power increased rapidly, advancing from a Star Radiance Knight to a Sun Radiance Knight in an instant. According to the customs of this world, Yamila possessed power and rank comparable to an angel.

This was also the reason why the winner of the King Selection War must pull out the Holy Sword, because everyone believed that the Holy Sword represented the divinely ordained royal power bestowed by the Holy Light.

Ace saw more. The so-called King Selection War was actually a ritual. Through this ritual, the Holy Light harvested a large amount of Power of Great Source, distributing a small amount to the winner, which was enough for them to advance.

But this kind of advancement relied on the Holy Sword. Power must rely on the Holy Sword to be sustainable. This was not a good thing.

Yamila looked around but couldn’t find Ace’s trace. She was anxious but had to stop searching. Grand Duke Minster had already led the crowd to kneel and pledge allegiance to the New King. She couldn’t leave here.

Ace left the palace, found a quiet roof, and lay down. The Star Noble Phantasm slowly hovered in front of him. He absorbed the power of the Noble Phantasm, raising himself to the level of a Golden Wizard.

“That’s enough; any more would be a waste. The remaining massive Source Power and Power of Fate can just serve as resources for constructing the channel. Everything still needs time.”

He sunbathed leisurely like this until sunset. Then, with a flash, he suddenly appeared in Yamila’s bedchamber. Yamila was tiptoeing to change clothes, preparing to sneak out to find Ace. Turning her head abruptly and seeing Ace, she was first happy, then greatly ashamed.

She hadn’t finished changing her clothes yet and roared in a low, ashamed voice: “Get out quickly.”

With a pop, Ace flashed to the next room. Only after a long time did he hear Yamila whispering: “Come out.”

He flashed beside Yamila. Looking at Yamila under the lamplight, she was wearing a white gauze dress, a golden bolero on her upper body, a golden crown on her head, and a thick blue cape draped behind her back.

Yamila’s face was flushed, seemingly still somewhat ashamed and annoyed. Seeing Ace, she sighed and complained: “You excellency the priest, where did you run off to? As soon as I pulled out the Holy Sword, you turned around and disappeared.”

She still had unspoken feelings. She had always wanted Ace to accompany her to accept everyone’s cheers. Fortunately, today was not the official coronation ceremony.

Ace bowed slightly to Yamila and said with a smile: “Please forgive me, Your Majesty. I don’t like so many people, so I avoided it first.”

Yamila said slightly disappointed: “Then you won’t come to tomorrow’s Grand Ceremony either?”

Ace smiled and said: “Of course I have to go. This is the official Grand Ceremony. If possible, I also hope to bring everyone from the Old Street church to participate.”

Yamila said instantly happily: “Then it’s settled. Our Lafmai Church people will not only participate in this ceremony but also be entrusted with important tasks. We have many excellent talents…”

Ace suddenly interrupted Yamila and whispered: “I appreciate your expectation and decisiveness, but we’d better proceed slowly. First figure out the trends inside and outside the court, see who can be used, and then adjust slowly.

“As for our church people, it doesn’t matter if I give them all to you, but they cannot be promoted to high positions rashly. To do big things, one must be slow.”

Hearing Ace’s criticism, Yamila was not angry but nodded in agreement: “you are right. I originally wanted to promote you directly to Palace Prime Minister. Thinking about it now, it’s not quite appropriate. So I’ll wrong you to serve as a Court Consultant first.”

Ace smiled and nodded. Time flew, and the Coronation Ceremony arrived in a blink of an eye. Grand Duke Minster handled affairs big and small, serving Yamila tremblingly.

The New King was a genuine Sun Radiance Knight, an existence comparable to an angel. Even within the Kingdom of Hill, there were no more than a handful of people stronger than Yamila.

Moreover, with the Holy Sword symbolizing royal power, although Yamila did not come from the Four Great Royal Families, there was no problem taking over the kingdom’s power smoothly.

After becoming the New King, apart from appointing the Old Street Priest as Court Consultant and promoting some clergy from the Old Street and St. Ivan Cathedral, Yamila did not make any major moves.

This gradually calmed the anxious nobles, while the church, which originally expected to gain more power, was somewhat disappointed. The Archbishop had audiences with Queen Yamila several times, but the reply received each time was that they still needed to wait.

Just like this, nearly a year passed. Yamila kept a low profile and established the Royal Knights. This knight order recruited and trained commoners, with a staff of five thousand.

At the same time, the Court Consultant proposed a plan to revitalize the country through agriculture, established the Agricultural Reclamation Department directly under the Queen, and started a vigorous large-scale production movement. Of course, this was limited to the Royal Direct Territory.

Civilian schools were quietly established one by one. Cobblestone roads began to connect the Royal Direct Territory. Yamila’s steps were steady. Without touching the interests of the nobles, she carried out a series of mild reforms in her own territory.

Just like this, another full five years passed. The low-level officials and craftsmen trained by the first batch of civilian schools began to enter the Royal Direct Territory to work. The combat power of the Knights had also taken shape.

At Ace’s suggestion, retired soldiers from the Knights were gathered to establish the General Police Department of the Royal Direct Territory, as well as the Royal Direct Territory High Court and Circuit Courts.

A storm-like action to punish corruption began. A large number of officials were thrown into prison. Low-level nobles in the direct territory were stripped of their titles. Yamila personally summoned Grand Duke Minster and other grand nobles, talking secretly for a long time accompanied by Ace.

Finally, under the military pressure of the Knights and Yamila, and with appropriate concessions, the grand nobles announced their withdrawal from the kingdom’s politics, all serving as Senior Consultants of the Kingdom.

In exchange, Yamila did not actually punish any criminal grand noble. As long as they paid enough fines, they could be exempted from punishment in this action.

This action not only refreshed the atmosphere of the Royal Direct Territory but also greatly enriched the Queen’s treasury, allowing Yamila to carry out even bolder reforms.

In these six years, the Old Street prospered greatly. Neatly paved cobblestone roads, renovated high and low houses with red bricks and green tiles. Utilizing special policies, the Old Street established the largest vegetable and fresh food market in Bernada City, making this place extraordinarily lively.

Lafmai Church had been upgraded to Lafmai Cathedral. Not only was the entire church solemn, but there was also a huge altar in the center of the large square in front of the church.

Ace placed the Star Noble Phantasm and the projection of the Spindle of Fate into the altar. Led by Yamila, nearly fifty thousand believers in Bernada came here. Ace presided over the Mass personally.

This place was called the New Holy Land. It was the old residence of the Benevolent King Yamila. Usually, many people came here for pilgrimage. Moreover, many people who came here felt peace of mind, and even chronic diseases disappeared, attracting even more people for pilgrimage.

Today Ace wore a red and black cardinal robe and a semi-circular priest hat. A month ago, an old Archbishop of the Hill Cardinal passed away. At the suggestion of Queen Yamila, the Cardinal elected Ace as the new Cardinal.

Almost everyone in Bernada believed that Ace was the only candidate for the next Archbishop of Hill. There were even frequently circulating rumors about him and the Queen.

Ace wanted to stop it several times, but Yamila didn’t care, so he let them be.

This Mass was proposed by Ace. On the surface, it was to pray for grace from the Holy Light, but in reality, it was to completely open the channel and realize Ace’s plan.

In these six years, Ace had quietly contacted the Crypt World. Through his multiple probes, and even risky trips to the so-called Holy Light Celestial Realm, he finally confirmed that the Blue Blood Ancestor and the Holy Light of this world had lost response.

“There is a huge probability that both Demigods fell into slumber after the great battle. Although the Holy Light Celestial Realm has some so-called angels, and even an Angel King reaching Level 3, the Holy Light itself didn’t appear when I infiltrated the Realm. This is absolutely abnormal.

“The Crypt World connects to the Underworld. Although I haven’t entered, the underground people haven’t organized a counterattack until now. I’m afraid the condition of the Blue Blood Ancestor isn’t too good either.

“And this is my greatest opportunity.”

Ace’s eyes flickered with light. Whether the two Demigods were seriously injured or missing, it gave him a huge blank space. The Celestial Realm only had one Level 3 Angel King, and the Underworld only had one Level 3 Blue Blood Child.

As long as he advanced to Level 3, he could immediately become the third force.

Yes, Ace’s plan was for the main body to descend. But not just the main body descending; he had a bigger and more interesting plan. The altar was like an anchor. Accompanied by the Mass ritual, the Power of Fate and Power of Great Source gathered, calling Ace’s main body in the Kaya World.

Kaya World. Ace’s main body sat upright in the West Tower, eyes tightly closed. Behind him was an altar, which was the coordinate of the Kaya World.

That altar sent bursts of calls. Ace responded to the call immediately. A large amount of Power of Great Source and Power of Fate was consumed, and the channel gradually stabilized.

If these consumed resources were used by Ace himself, they might be enough to raise his strength to the peak of Legend, Eternal Epic.

“Spending is to gain more. My purpose in establishing the channel is exactly this. If I go alone, isn’t it too tiring and boring?”

Dream mist gathered and dispersed like clouds. Under Ace’s control, “Fantasia” interacted with the altar. At the same time, all dreamwalkers received a message.

“AAre you tired of yearning for a completely new world? Here you can obtain true power. You don’t need to repeat yourself in reality. As long as you gain in the new world, your strength will be fundamentally improved.

Moreover, you can conduct real experiments in the new world. This will be an experiment to break through the dream , and you will gain limitless power.”

Bruce looked at the message that popped up suddenly and subconsciously wanted to close it. He had already discovered his old enemy, the Vampire Elina. After multiple probes, he finally confirmed that this vampire woman was Elina.

He was just a little bit away from killing her. Bruce had no mind to care about any New World. This message had no close button, only a confirm button.

Bruce ignored it and continued attacking Elina. Suddenly, the message popped up in front of him disappeared. He felt a burst of dizziness. He seemed to be torn apart, his head splitting with pain.

Elina was making a final struggle when she suddenly found Bruce distorting and disappearing. After heaving a sigh of relief, she also fell into doubt about what exactly happened.

Amidst the doubt, a familiar voice suddenly rang in Elina’s ear. Immediately after, her figure also distorted and disappeared.

Ace looked at the consciousness bodies being swept into the altar one by one, a smile appearing at the corner of his mouth. What he wanted was not just dreamwalkers. This was a new world but also a lower layer world of the Astral Plane. The false dream humans in “Fantasia” could completely merge with the natives to become real people.

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