Chapter 384 Treacherous Game
Chapter 384 Treacherous Game
After a night's rest and a power-up session, Aengus finally decided to make his arrival as the True Emperor known to the Kievan Empire.
Now as a Star Dominator with battle prowess rivaling a Nebula Dominator, he was no longer worried about potential coups or assassination attempts.
From the information he had gathered, a Nebula Powerhouse was the peak strength within a domain, with Black Hole Powerhouses being extraordinarily rare.
According to King Ronin, the World Ruler, the Kievan Imperial Court's highest power level consisted of Nebula Dominators.
"Make the announcement of my arrival clear to all. Tell them the True Emperor of Kievan has finally come to claim his throne," Aengus commanded King Ronin.
King Ronin was ecstatic upon hearing this. He knelt respectfully like a valiant warrior.
"As you wish, my Emperor. However, we should also release the news to the opposing faction of the current regime first, just in case, for safety. What do you think?" King Ronin advised cautiously, drawing from his own life experiences.
Aengus replied calmly,
"Do it. But I'm not concerned about my safety, nor my wife's. However, you should probably do it to safeguard your territory."
King Ronin felt slightly embarrassed. "Ah, sure, I will do it right away," he said before disappearing to deliver the news that would not only shake the Kievan Empire but the entire Polaris Domain.
Aengus and Bella stood side by side, their gazes turning toward the billions of inhabitants of Glory World.
It was a sobering reminder of how many lives would soon fall under his protection. Likely trillions of lives across the empire would soon be under his rule. As a dutiful ruler, he knew ensuring their safety, alongside Bella, would be his highest priority.
"You can do it, hubby! We have faith in you," Bella said softly, caressing her belly with a motherly air.
"I know. I have to," Aengus replied with resolve.
All the faction members agreed with the idea, their voice echoing with agreement.
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"Bang!"
"HOW? How did this happen? Where did this heir suddenly come from?" thundered a tall man adorned in an imperial robe and crown. His voice was filled with rage, his demeanor that of a man seething with indignation and disbelief at the news.
In his fury, he ruthlessly struck down his own servants, killing them mercilessly like a madman. This man was the current Emperor of the Kievan Empire, Vansing Dimitri, the only son of the former Empress Fiona.
"The news is probably true, Father. Grandfather Idris confirmed it his Divination personally. He said the Heir is an Extraordinary individual," said a beautiful young woman with cold, refined features, holding a Heaven-Grade Sword with valiant composure.
She was Emperor Vansing's eldest daughter, Myria Dimitri, known as the Cold Princess of the Kievan Empire.
With unmatched expertise in swordsmanship and mastery of the Water Law, she was a formidable World-Level female warrior.
"See, Myria? My father never cared about me," Vansing snarled, his fists clenched with indignation. "Even in death, my very own father chose an outsider over me for the throne. What my mother said about him was true after all—he was a selfish, senile old man. I hate him!"
Myria showed no outward reaction to his outburst, her expression as cold and unyielding as ever. Yet, deep inside, her hatred for her own grandfather burned fiercely.
"What will you do now, Father?" Myria asked coldly. "Shall I go and kill him off?"
Emperor Vansing shook his head, his expression filled with disdain.
"There's no need for you to go personally, my dear. He's still a fledgling and can be squashed anytime. Send some assassins to handle that menial task before the rebel faction protects him. And as for King Ronin—I want him executed as well. How dare he betray me after everything I've done for him. I want his head," he said darkly.
"Very well, Father. I will accomplish the task at once," Myria replied calmly, her lips curving slightly in a faint, cold smile.
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