Witch Wind

Chapter 197: Crazy and Powerful Enemy (Part )

Saint Ross Empire, North Sea Cape, Winter Palace.

Saint Russia has always been a slave-owning empire. The emperor is the biggest slave owner, and the princes, dukes, etc. below are slightly smaller slave bosses. Apart from these dignitaries, all the people in the country are slaves.

Serfs, pastoral slaves, mining slaves...even some town officials who seemed to have some respectability were nothing more than "clerical slaves".

What cultural heritage does a country like this have?
Therefore, their naming is extremely crude.

The northern part of the continent is a vast ocean with countless icebergs floating on it, giant whales appearing and rocs soaring in the sky. The people of Saint Ross directly "borrowed" a name from the ancient books of the East Country, called "Beiming".

The Beiming Cape is the northern land of the Saint Ross Empire, a peninsula shaped like a bull's horn, no more than three or four hundred miles wide, but extending into the Beiming Ocean for more than two thousand miles, hence the name.

At the extreme north of the Beiming Cape, between the mountains and the sea, there is a magnificent building stretching for more than ten miles. It is built entirely of gray-white granite, heavy and majestic, like a curled-up giant quietly lying on the ground sleeping. Because this palace complex is covered with ice and snow all year round, it is in the depths of winter all year round, so it is named the "Winter Palace".

The Saint Ross people’s skill in naming is so simple and unpretentious.

The royal family of Saint Ross has some Zhurong blood mixed in their bodies, but due to some acquired reasons, it is quite difficult for them to refine their blood essence. If the concentration of their blood essence reaches a certain level, evil fire will burn the internal organs and even attack the brain, causing people to become mentally confused, violent and bloodthirsty.

The successive Holy Emperors of the Holy Ross Empire, that is, the successive Patriarchs of the Holy Father Church, were mostly people with the highest concentration of Zhurong blood essence and the strongest cultivation among their clansmen. They were also often the most likely to go astray and be attacked by evil fire. Therefore, most of the Holy Ross Emperors of all generations did not have a good end.

In order to restrain the evil fire in their bodies, the older and more powerful the God-Emperors of the Holy Ross Empire were, the more they liked to squat in the Winter Palace at the northernmost end of the empire, using the intense cold there to suppress the evil fire in their bodies.

At noon, the blue sun was tilted on the southern horizon, its weak heat crossing the vast void and falling feebly on this frozen land. The cold wind from the north rolled up palm-sized snowflakes and shattered the sunlight into strands of cold ice crystals that fell from the sky.

The entire Winter Palace seemed to be frozen by ice crystals. No matter whether it was the guards standing on the city walls, the guards wandering around, or the princes, nobles, and court ministers who followed the contemporary God-Emperor Alexandrov to the Winter Palace to handle various government affairs, as well as their accompanying relatives, all of them were shivering with cold and had runny noses.

In this damn place, people with slightly weaker physiques, even if they madly wrapped themselves in all kinds of tiger skins, bear skins, mink skins, and fox skins, wrapping themselves up until they were as bloated as a big white bear, still could not withstand the terrible cold.

Basically, every day there were unlucky people whose ears and fingers were frostbitten and who were sent to the medical officers for treatment crying and screaming.

And the medical skills of the Saint Ross people...

After entering modern civilization for so many years, the medical skills of the people of Saint Ross are still traditional and conservative. They have not learned any modern medical techniques from their neighbors in the hundreds of countries in the Far West.

All those who suffer from frostbite simply have insufficient heat in their bodies.

So, what is the best accelerant?

'Hula' and 'Long Live' are of course the ancestral liquors of the Saint Ross people. They are brewed with various grains such as potatoes, sweet potatoes, corn, etc., and filtered with carbon powder. They do not have any aroma or color and are the purest quality liquors!

This terrible thing, which can be directly used as "medical alcohol" in modern medicine, is the best and only medicine for treating frostbite that the medical officers of Saint Rose can think of.

Therefore, in broad daylight, in the corridors, gardens, and wooded corners of the Winter Palace, you could often see drunken men and women crying, laughing, and fighting... It was a bit absurd and funny, but you'd get used to it.

There were several gunshots, "bang, bang."

When Renov, who had rushed back from the Far East, rode into the Winter Palace on his fierce horses with a large group of trusted subordinates, a group of nobles of Saint Ross in gorgeous clothes, reeking of alcohol, clapped and stamped their feet crazily, cheering loudly on the street nearby.

Two young viscounts, covered in blood, had fallen to the ground. Each of them was holding a large-caliber pistol made in Saint Ross with a magazine capacity of twenty rounds.

The two medical officers threw themselves on the chests of the two unfortunate guys, listened carefully to their heartbeats, raised their heads, curled their lips, spread their hands, and shrugged their shoulders.

"The two distinguished viscounts have perfectly upheld the honor of their families."

"But, to be honest, they are really good at shooting, and their physiques are as strong as male bears. They shot forty bullets, and not a single one missed. They all hit the target. They are all top-notch duelists, first-rate!"

Renov's face twitched, he spat on the ground, and rode away at full speed.

He was too lazy to make any comments about this group of stupid nobles of the Holy Ross Empire - decades ago, these guys used simple matchlock guns or flintlock rifles to duel, firing one bullet each time. Even if they were hit by a bullet, the power of the bullet was limited. As long as the medical officers treated them in time, relying on the Holy Ross people's strong physique like a bear, the mortality rate of the duel was only about 70%, and there were always 30% of lucky people who could be saved.

But the assholes.

You are dueling with an automatic pistol with a capacity of twenty rounds... haha!
With their strong physiques and the stimulation of strong liquor, each of them took twenty bullets before falling to the ground... Really!
What a great guy, quack!

Renov held his head high and continued to go deeper with his many confidants. Heavy metal palace doors opened in front of him. Amid the harsh scolding of the guards, Renov's confidants were forced to stay at the palace gate. He came alone to the northernmost end of the Winter Palace, in front of a gray-white cliff a hundred feet high on the Beiming Sea.

On the towering cliff, there was a ferocious and ferocious statue of Zhurong, and a two-headed dragon with flames spewing from its mouth was quietly crawling at the feet of the Zhurong statue. The entire statue was wrapped in a layer of red exotic metal. Under the thick ice crystals, the statue reflected a blurry red light, as if it was burning.

Alexandrov, the contemporary Holy Emperor of Saint Ross and the contemporary Patriarch of the Holy Father Church, was soaking naked in the sea water below the witch statue. The strong wind rolled up the waves, which hit him one after another. From time to time, thick sea ice mixed in the waves, hitting Alexandrov's body with a "booming" sound.

The waves broke and the ice melted.

Alexandrov was like a human-shaped stove. He soaked in the sea water, making the water in this small bay steaming hot, like a hot spring, with thick steam rising continuously.

Hearing the sound of Renov's horse's hooves, Alexandrov, whose whole body turned red, even his eyes and hair turned fiery red, suddenly opened his eyes, spewing flames about a foot long, and looked straight at Renov.

"Ah, it's you."

When Alexandrov spoke, visible heat waves continued to spurt out of his mouth, and his voice was hoarse and low: "My brain has been a little bit bad recently, and I always forget a lot of things... For example, a few months ago, your fleet... No, it was my fleet... Where is my Far East Fleet?"

Renov's eyes rolled.

Far East Fleet?

Ah, are you talking about the 'former' Far East Fleet that was annihilated in the Shinonome Islands?

Renov jumped off his horse, unbuttoned his clothes slowly, and took off his clothes bit by bit.

He said in a deep voice: "The Far East now has an advanced fleet that is a hundred times more powerful than the previous Far East Fleet... The Far East now has a new army whose combat effectiveness is a hundred times more powerful than the previous Far East Corps."

Alexandrov laughed strangely: "You are lying!"

Renov raised his eyebrows: "I lied? You don't believe me because that idiot Birnov didn't send you the latest intelligence from the Far East?"

The raging fire in Alexandrov's eyes suddenly condensed: "You know him?"

Renov said coldly: "Biernov, my personal secretary, my brother who grew up with me, and my good brother who once saved my life with his arm from the teeth of a bear. His real job is the director of the Far East Department of the Imperial Secret Investigation Bureau. Am I right?" Alexandrov roared in a low voice: "He betrayed me?"

Renouf said coldly: "Yes, he betrayed you. Do you remember Count Fernan, who was killed by your order eighteen months ago?"

Alexandrov's eyes widened. "Count Fernan and Birnov are friends? No, no, no, no one told me!"

Renouf sighed, "Count Fernan and Birnov have no relationship, but Count Fernan's wife, our Countess, is Birnov's old lover. Except for the eldest son, Count Fernan's remaining three sons and a daughter are all Birnov's!"

Alexandrov opened his mouth wide and stared at Renov blankly. After a long while, he roared angrily, "Damn it, have the nobles of the empire become so corrupt?"

Renov stripped himself clean and strode into the warm sea water.

He laughed wildly and said, "Dear Majesty, shouldn't you praise that the nobles of the empire still have a strong enterprising spirit? They have strong desires and wantonly covet all the resources that can be plundered... land, population, wealth, and of course, the most exquisite beauties!"

"The empire's vast territory is the largest in the world. Wasn't it expanded to this extent little by little due to the unbridled greed of generations of nobles?"

Alexandrov was silent for a while, then smiled: "You have a point, Renov... I apologize to you for turning your most trusted secretary, your good friend who grew up with you, into my intelligence officer... This is my fault."

"I have admitted my mistake. So, dear cousin Renov, can you send Birnov to me? You will not let a man who shamelessly betrays me just because of a woman, three sons and a daughter live, right?"

Alexandrov looked at Renov with certainty, even with a hint of joking.

He was certain that Renov would send Birnov to him, and then, in front of countless princes and ministers, he would personally use the Eastern Shenzhou's "burning torture" to roast him little by little into an "old acquaintance"!
He was certain that Renov would do so.

Because since he was a child, he, Alexandrov, has been the best among the royal bloodline of Saint Ross.

Zhurong had the thickest bloodline, the most powerful physical strength, and the most powerful fire magic power... Starting from the age of five, he would beat Renov three to five times a year, every year, from the age of five to the age of twenty-five. In twenty years of beatings, Renov never defeated him once!

The enjoyable beatings came to an end only when Renov left the imperial capital and went to take office in that barren, desolate place in the Far East.

Alexandrov firmly believed that twenty years of beatings, twenty years of strong suppression, had already branded the mark of 'absolute obedience' deep in Renov's soul - he didn't care whether he was 'loyal' or not, what he cared about was 'absolute obedience'!
He wanted to execute Birnov in public to reinforce this stigma.

Renov strode aside the waves and came straight to Alexandrov. He stretched out his right hand to Alexandrov, and formed a strange hand seal with his five fingers - this was a unique challenge ceremony for the descendants of the royal family of Saint Ross.

In this choppy bay, in the cold wind, the beating of ice crystals, witnessed by the Zhurong wizard statue, the 'lower man' challenged the 'superior' - a challenge must have a stake, and the stake can be everything, titles, money, fiefdoms, women, and even life and the throne!

Alexandrov looked at Renov sneerfully: "Do you think you can do it?"

"Then, every time I beat you up during our youthful playfulness, I only robbed you of your pocket money and the delicate little maid you had just gotten, that's all."

"Today, dear Prince Renov, what are you going to use to challenge me, the Holy Emperor of the Holy Ross Empire, and the Patriarch of the Holy Fathers? I think the only thing you can stake is your life, right?"

Renov smiled, nodded, and punched Alexandrov.

One punch.

Alexandrov's chest was pierced, and the terrifying blue divine flames roared out, sweeping over Alexandrov's body. Alexandrov wailed in disbelief, and his entire body, except for his head, was burned to ashes in an instant. A ball of pure Zhurong blood, as big as a human head, surging like a flame, and constantly emitting terrible high temperatures, was extracted from his ashes by Renov.

Renov opened his mouth and drank up all of Alexandrov's vital blood.

He grabbed the fiery red hair on Renov's head and lifted the still burning, high-temperature head high. He turned around and looked at the red metal-covered Zhurong wizard statue on the cliff, grinning: "Supreme Ancestor, the legendary God of Fire...Excuse me, was your former power as strong as mine now?"

Yuxu Palace, a true disciple, a powerful practitioner who cultivated the Nine Revolutions Profound Art and reached the Golden Immortal Realm. His golden immortal bone has perfectly merged with Renov's.

Renov released his aura unscrupulously.

Strands of pure golden fairy light surged out from Renov's body, turning into a large golden haze that enveloped the entire Winter Palace. Under the tempering of the fairy light transformed by the Nine Revolutions Mysterious Art, Renov's Zhurong blood essence became purer and more powerful, and the blue witch flame in his body continued to evolve towards a higher realm and a more wonderful dimension.

"I will be stronger than you."

Renov looked at the statue of Zhurong on the cliff, and suddenly shook his hand. A ball of fire burst out, turning the entire cliff into rolling magma, which rolled into the small bay.

White steam filled the air and raging magma surged. Renov walked onto the beach, discarded his original prince's formal dress, and put on his own underwear. Then he leisurely and slowly put on Alexandrov's imperial robes.

In the surrounding mountains and forests, a large group of heavily-armored guards of the Holy Ross Empire walked out slowly. They looked at Renov with fanatical eyes. With a shout from the guard general, thousands of guards knelt on one knee at the same time and paid homage to Renov!

This is the royal tradition of the Holy Rose Empire.

Any royal family member who can kill the current Divine Emperor single-handedly in a head-on decisive battle will naturally and undoubtedly inherit the throne!

No one will interfere with this "normal change of imperial power". Even the guards who have the closest relationship with the imperial power, the most powerful fighting force of the Holy Ross Empire, will only be unconditionally loyal to the new God-Emperor. There will never be any bloody plot of revenge for the previous emperor!

Violent, primitive, barbaric, without any so-called etiquette or law... this is the Empire of Saint Ross.

Some of their behaviors even retained the legacy of some tyrannical and powerful primitive tribes in the human tribal alliance during the Yu Dynasty, where the witch with the biggest fist is respected!
The loud and cheerful bells echoed throughout the Winter Palace.

Countless male and female nobles, reeking of alcohol, took slightly staggering steps and, urged by the guards, quickly gathered at the Fire Temple at the core of the Winter Palace.

Thousands of noble men and women gathered together, staring at the golden throne at the top, wearing the emperor's robes and sitting like a big bear. Some people even looked at the huge head with long fiery red hair in Renov's hand, which was still emitting high temperature.

Eight strong men in red robes, who were both imperial princes and archbishops of the Holy Father Church, stood in a row in front of the throne and announced loudly that Renov had performed the formal royal ceremony and personally killed the previous God-Emperor. He naturally became the supreme ruler of the Holy Ross Empire.

"Is there anyone who is dissatisfied with this result and wants to challenge His Majesty the Supreme Renov?"

An old man in a red robe looked down at the dignitaries below with dignity: "Is there anyone who wants to challenge the supreme, honorable, and blessed Majesty Renov?"

Inside the huge Fire Temple, thousands of dignitaries, both men and women, knelt on the ground with their foreheads pressed against the ground, offering their humility and loyalty to Renov.

"Then, my first imperial decree - expand the army and start the war!"

Renov dropped Alexandrov's head, stood up, and shouted: "In the Far East, we will conquer that ancient and corrupt Eastern Kingdom... In the Western Continent, we will declare war on the entire Western Continent. Those who obey us will prosper, and those who defy us will perish. War, war, war!"

(End of this chapter)