Huh? Are they all real?.

Emperor Doyle felt greatly uneasy about this, so he said coldly:

"Then let's wait and see!"

More chains shot out.

The overlapping space is becoming increasingly oppressive, and the space and time left for Ansa are constantly decreasing.

-

In the capital of Baratheon.

Moen, riding his white horse, suddenly asked the obsequious nobles beside him:

"Where is Emperor Leumann?"

"He's gone, Your Majesty. He probably ran away in a panic upon hearing of your arrival!"

Ran away?!

It's possible, but what about Ansa?

After looking around and finding no sign of Ansa, Moen asked again:

Where is Ansa?

"Um, well, we don't know where Lady Ansa is either?"

Upon hearing this, Moen immediately rode his white warhorse straight to the capital without hesitation.

As Moen sprinted down the red carpet.

Countless people lined up on both sides cheered:

"Long live the Emperor!!!"

This was also the first time Moen had responded to them:

"Follow me!"

Without any hesitation, the crowd that made way for Moen followed him toward the palace.

As soon as he passed through the city gate, Moen saw the palace being returned to its original position as a curtain of light dissipated.

As expected, it's still in the City of Shadows.

Moen quickened his pace and headed straight for the palace.

-

Meanwhile, in the City of Shadows.

Ansa was almost covered in wounds from being beaten by the golden chains.

His left hand was crippled, his right leg was pierced through, and three hideous gashes appeared on his face.

But her destined death was still held tightly in her only intact right hand.

"An extremely foolish woman."

"You don't even dare to show your face in front of me. You're afraid, so you'll lose!"

Emperor Doyle grew increasingly furious.

"Die!"

Almost three times more chains than before burst forth.

Ansa had no choice but to use her last sealed artifact in response.

The endless waves blocked a portion of the attack, but were immediately disintegrated by the golden chains, and the extraordinary properties that constituted the seal dissipated back into the world.

Ansa's abdomen was completely ripped open.

If it weren't for her immortality, she would probably be dead long ago.

But as 0-11 continued to strip away her immortality, she clearly couldn't hold on for much longer.

-

Moen had already ridden his warhorse to the palace gates.

Upon seeing Moen's arrival, the royal knights shouted:

"Open the city gate!"

"The Emperor has returned to court!"

Almost as soon as the gates were a cracked open, Moen spurred his horse through the palace gates, leaving behind a message:

"Let everyone in!"

Led by Moen, countless people entered the Baratheon Palace, a place filled with mystery and majesty for them, for the first time.

-

Emperor Doyle seemed to sense something and couldn't help but curse angrily:

"Damn bitch!"

As he stepped out from behind the curtain for the first time, the endless golden chains also disappeared.

It then became the prototype in his hand.

In the city of shadows, layer upon layer.

Emperor Doyle swung the golden chain toward the Queen's right hand.

This dagger—his inspiration constantly reminded him of its danger!

He was clearly living in his own ideal world, and Ansa, who was a level below him under his control, had no way to get close to him.

But why am I so wary of that dagger?

After a brief hesitation, he made up his mind.

The predetermined death must be eliminated!

When Emperor Doyle appeared, the Shadow City's suppression of the Empress reached its peak.

The empress had no room to dodge, and she could only use the greatest willpower of her life to turn her body.

The attack was deflected at the cost of his right shoulder being almost completely shattered.

This time it's over, but what about next time?

Emperor Doyle's attacks never ceased.

-

Moen grew increasingly anxious.

Ansa, something must have happened to Ansa!

Hurry up, hurry up!

I have already lost too much in this world, I can't lose Ansa too.

The white dragon horse leaped almost as if it were flying up the steps of the audience hall.

Then, amidst Moen's immense anxiety, the white dragon horse kicked open the tightly closed audience hall.

Looking at that lonely throne.

Without hesitation, Moen headed toward the throne.

For thirteen hundred years, Moen was the first person to arrive here on horseback.

It's not about showing off one's power and strength.

Moen simply wanted to save a girl.

Behind Moen, countless nobles, soldiers, knights, and even more commoners followed.

Watching Moen ride into the audience hall on horseback.

They cheered again and surged in.

-

Regarding this commotion.

Emperor Doyle felt a deep sense of fear.

What is that person trying to do?!

This woman must be killed immediately!

Damn immortality, why hasn't it been completely stripped away yet!

Ansa's heart had been completely pierced by the golden chains.

But Ansa did not die like Emperor Lloyd the Great.

Because her country still exists, and her people still acknowledge her existence.

Therefore, even 0-11 could not kill one of the most difficult angels to kill in the world so quickly.

Never mind, that dagger!

Destroy it first!

The predetermined death had already been dealt with by Emperor Doyle, no matter how much Ansa tried to protect it.

Even so, it still couldn't withstand the absolute dominance of uniqueness.

It's more accurate to say that it's a miracle she's managed to hold on this long.

So Emperor Doyle followed the guidance of his inspiration and directly controlled the golden chains to fling them toward his destined death.

This time, no one could stop him.

At this moment, Moen finally rode up to the throne.

As the true ruler of this country today.

Without the slightest hesitation, Moen spoke loudly to the people below the steps:

"I, Trajan Westeros, hereby abolish all the powers of Doyle Baratheon."

"He is no longer Baratheon's master!"

"I have defeated him!"

Even without any communication, Moen fulfilled Ansa's expectations.

Like a god or a king, nothing more.

As if by divine intervention, even though Moen had not given any instructions, the white dragon horse simply kicked the throne that symbolized supreme power to pieces.

The throne shattered, and power was abolished.

As the angel of glory, a symbol of dominion, Emperor Doyle felt a tremendous sense of detachment at this moment.

That is their own power being lost; a large part of the power of the Glory Angels depends on their own country.

When his power was abolished, his strength naturally began to dissipate.

This won't cause him to fall from his angelic status, but it will definitely have a huge impact.

The most obvious change is that his control over the final ideal state has weakened.

Although it was only for a moment, it was enough for Ansa to seize the opportunity.

A blood-soaked hand preemptively grabbed the doomed creature that had fallen to the side.

Ansa uttered the ancient curse, and a dagger slashed open the door.

But the door that opened again no longer led to freedom; instead, it crossed over from the Republic to the back of Emperor Doyle.

This time, his destined death truly pierced the heart of Emperor Doyle.

Behind Emperor Doyle, Ansa whispered to him:

You lost.

He watched his destined death pierce his heart.

Emperor Doyle walked forward in disbelief.