Huh? Are they all real?.

"A little over 1,300 years, or more specifically, 1,321 years."

Thirteen hundred years?

Thirteen hundred years!

Moen suddenly stood up and asked:

"Ansha, where is that oil painting you mentioned?"

"In the long corridor behind the palace chapel."

"Take me there now!"

Without hesitation, Ansa grabbed Moen, and a moment later, the two of them appeared together in front of the oil painting.

The path of glory represents dominion. Although not the final deity, a first-order angel of glory is already free to roam within their own capital.

Furthermore, as long as the angel's king is not destroyed and there are still a sufficient number of people who recognize his rule.

Then the Glory Angels are immortal!

At least in Moen's understanding, he had few ways to kill a Glorious Angel without going around this point.

At Sequence Zero, it's even more extreme: as long as one subject who acknowledges His rule is alive, the other will not die.

Furthermore, He can appear anywhere in His country at will, and this "any" even includes the spiritual world of His people!

Looking at the ancient oil painting in front of me.

Moen hurriedly lay down on it to compare the details.

Finally, Moen noticed a few subtle differences.

Compared to the part reflected in the mirror, there are three houses here that don't match.

Such a flaw could not possibly appear in a realistic oil painting of the founding emperor.

so.

"Ansha, are you sure this painting was created by Emperor Doyle when he founded the dynasty?"

"It's not quite a painting from the founding of the nation, but it's not far off. It's a painting by Master Carol, commissioned by Emperor Doyle in the eighth year after the founding of the nation. Five years later, Emperor Doyle faked his death."

"What era did the first Emperor Lloyd the Great live in?"

"He was also a man from 1,300 years ago. He established the Leuman Empire in just over a decade after the death of the Great Emperor."

"Then, exactly 1300 years later, he and his palace mysteriously disappeared from his capital."

That makes sense!

"Why do you ask this, teacher? Didn't you say that the first Emperor Lloyd was dead?"

Ansa asked this question with concern, but Moen immediately replied to Ansa:

"Run, Ansa, get out of the capital immediately!"

But it's too late.

Above the capital city.

Many people witnessed a dazzling golden point of light suddenly rise into the sky.

In an instant, golden light burst forth in dazzling splendor.

A magnificent, semi-transparent city was reflected directly in the sky above the capital of Baratheon.

Everyone was stunned and bewildered by this unimaginable scene.

The city's garrison, the sound-following hunters, and even the ordinary Baratheon citizens all stared blankly at the illusory city above them.

"The imperial capital? That's actually the imperial capital?!"

Despite the differences in many places, many people were still amazed to recognize the origin of the city from its general layout.

This is their imperial capital!

But why is this happening?!

The city's defense troops, however, discovered something even more unexpected.

That means they can't get out.

Even though there were no obstacles in front of them, they just couldn't leave this place.

At first, they didn't realize this until people came to ask why they couldn't get out, and then they realized something was wrong.

After several unsuccessful attempts to break through, they all looked up at the ethereal imperial capital above their heads.

Clearly, all these anomalies originate from it.

Inside the palace, the Queen also brought Moen back to the audience hall.

When Moen uttered those words, Ansa did not hesitate to try to take Moen away from the capital.

However, even the first-order angels, like the city's defense forces, had no way to break through.

Seeing that the Queen still wanted to try, Moen directly pressed down on her shoulder and said:

"No, that guy has covered the capital with his ideal country. Without his permission, no one can come in or leave."

0-11 The Last Republic.

Once activated, it can reject everything.

The land that can never be reached is the ideal state.

In the short time it took Moen to say those two sentences...

Everyone watched in horror as the illusory city above them plummeted downwards.

The speed was so fast that the people of Baratheon only had time to instinctively cover their heads and crouch down.

Then one can only await death and pray for the mercy of the gods.

Fortunately, in the midst of their immense terror, they belatedly realized that they seemed to be unharmed.

When they carefully raised their heads, they saw that nothing had changed.

The illusory city that crashed down did not destroy their homes or take their lives.

It simply fell down and then disappeared.

At this moment, they felt immense relief at surviving a catastrophe, but also bewildered by the complete uncertainty of their current situation.

This is the reaction of people outside the palace.

Inside the palace.

The royal knights, countless servants, and many court nobles were all surprised to find that the place they were in had undergone some changes.

This is not the royal palace they are familiar with.

Amidst immense confusion, the Royal Knights, accompanied by a large number of nobles, headed toward the audience hall.

They need to find Her Majesty the Queen to take charge.

But when they pushed open the doors to the audience hall...

Everyone was stunned.

Because not only was Her Majesty the Queen absent from the audience hall, but there were also seven strangers present.

They all had their backs to us, and the one who seemed to be the leader even stood directly in front of the emperor's throne.

"who are you!"

A demigod raised his hand and questioned the other party.

The royal knights also drew their swords and stepped forward.

About this question.

The old man standing in front of the throne slowly turned around.

When people saw the old man's face clearly.

Everyone was stunned.

Then they all couldn't help but look at the murals behind the throne.

The mural depicts Baratheon Doyle, the first emperor of Baratheon!

And this person looks exactly like the emperor in the mural.

"Who are you?!"

The demigod asked again, but this time he didn't use an interrogative tone. The royal knights beside him also lowered their swords.

They all looked at the old man before the throne with a mixture of bewilderment and awe.

The old man did not answer them directly; instead, he sat down on the throne.

At the same time, the remaining six people also turned around and stood on either side of the emperor.

People were even more surprised, because their portraits also hung in this hall, on either side of the huge mural of Emperor Doyle.

They are the original Seven Lords!

But why are there only six people?

The Grand Duke of the Lion family immediately and sternly rebuked:

"Before you stands the true creator of this nation, the Guardian of the Seven Realms, Lord of Surras, King of the Loman Forefathers, Chief of the Eurodas, the Skullbreaker, Commander of the Legion of Destruction, and the First Emperor of Baratheon—Baratheon Doyle!"

"If you still have loyalty to this country, then kneel down and offer your loyalty!"

The remaining five dukes also echoed in cold voices:

"If you still have loyalty to this country, then kneel down and offer your loyalty!"

With a whoosh, everyone who rushed into the audience hall knelt down instinctively.

This was the founding emperor and one of the first seven dukes!

Almost everyone here has heard their story, and has been hearing it since they were little.

Then, when the legend becomes reality, and given the strange circumstances, the bewildered people who desperately need a leader are very easy to succumb to.

After all, they had no reason to rebel against the founding emperor.

However, one of the demigods still asked:

"Your Majesty, where is Her Majesty the Empress? And what exactly is going on?"

About this question.

The emperor not only rose from his throne, but he also gave his first answer:

Trajan Westeros!

Upon hearing the butcher's name again, almost every noble in the audience hall trembled for a moment.

This turn of events also caught the Emperor's attention. He was somewhat surprised. Twenty years had passed, yet they were still so afraid of each other.

Even he, a legendary figure, was right beside them.

But the emperor continued speaking:

"He didn't die; he's been lying low, waiting for his chance to return."

"And now, he found his chance, and he attacked my poor little Ansa. He cruelly took her life."

"Just because my poor, lovely Ansa wants to take back everything that is rightfully hers!"

"If his conflict with our Baratheon family is merely a struggle for this foolish power..."

"And that shameless Trajan, he even murdered my old friend, his ancestor—Contus Westeros!"

The emperor's voice was filled with rage.

The crowd was even more astonished. Trajan was not only still alive, but he had also murdered the Queen and his first Prince of the South?

"Therefore I must stand up, my people, no, my children, before this demon, please allow me to lead you once more!"

When the Emperor's voice fell, there was no need for Qi Gong to speak.

The nobles shouted directly: