Lord of Mysteries: Yao Guang

"Ladies and gentlemen, I am your emperor, the ruler of Loon, East Balam, and the Rhoad Islands, George Augustus III."

Such sounds are effectively transmitted to the ears of all listeners through loudspeakers placed in various cities. Although they have long known that the king's way of delivering speeches will be very special, many people have never heard his voice in person like this. For a moment, they were so surprised that they forgot to discuss anything, leaving only the words of the Loen ruler echoing in their ears.

Backlund West District, Memorial Day Square.

Audrey Hall stood with her family and followed the countess. The aristocratic girl had a little worry on her face. For some reason, she always had a vague premonition that something would happen today. something happened.

Audrey didn't know what it was, it was just a strange and sudden intuition. Mrs. Hall noticed the sadness on her daughter's face and gently patted the back of Audrey's hand. Audrey nodded to her mother, indicating that nothing was wrong, so they continued to listen to George III's statement full of mourning and sadness.

This is a big day, but Audrey is wearing a pure black dress similar to her mother today instead of the brightly colored dress she usually prefers, and she doesn't even wear a piece of jewelry.

Earl Hall had long told his family—in fact, all the nobles who knew about this speech had done the same thing—that at this juncture, their dear king was about to deliver a solemn and heavy speech. In his speech, he wanted to appease the masses, and the content of the performance naturally involved the warriors who died in the war. Too bright and luxurious costumes did not match the atmosphere.

So most of the people standing in the square at the moment were dressed in low-key black, as if they were attending a funeral. This made George III in his gorgeous clothes particularly conspicuous.

A speckled gray dove fluttered its wings and landed on the roof of a nearby building. It stared at the solemn-looking king below, clearly observing his every move.

The voice of George III echoed across the country he ruled:

"Let us observe a moment of silence for our heroes here, ladies and gentlemen, please follow me in your hearts..."

"In the name of Emperor George III, may the spirits of the dead..."

At the same time, near another square in Backlund.

The moment he heard these words, Forsi injected his spirituality into the talisman in his hand and threw it into the air.

"Boom-bang!"

A huge firework that was so wide that it gave people a sense of fear rose from the top of the tower near the square, making a loud noise that confused the crowd. The shadow of Fusac's air raid hovered in the minds of these people. Someone screamed, and the crowd in the square immediately began to pour into the streets and dispersed in chaos.

There was a boy mixed in the crowd with an indifferent expression. He was pushed towards the street by the crowd, but he glanced in the direction of the tower.

Another middle-aged man with a mediocre face and a beard frowned in confusion, but he followed the guidance of spiritual intuition and quickly left the square without meddling.

The initiator didn't stop at all. After consuming a lot of spiritual energy, she immediately activated another spell. This kind of movement was far beyond Forsi's imagination. She even thought that what she lit was not fireworks, but some kind of huge bomb.

Merging into the spirit world in a burst of starlight, Forsi's nervous and dazed face was teleported away and disappeared from the top of the tower, avoiding the pursuers who followed closely.

Well, at least Mr. "World" took this into consideration and told me to run away...

She sighed deeply in her mind, feeling guilty for bringing such chaos to the square.

This place is still far away from the Memorial Square where the speech actually took place, and it can only be said to be a discordant episode.

George III's speech did not pause, and continued to be transmitted from the strange device, as if he was not aware of it at all - until another strange noise sounded from the air again.

The moment she saw the fireworks signal, another woman also realized that this was a signal for action, but she also felt that the scene was too exaggerated.

But this did not affect Xio's decisiveness. She poured her spirituality into the spell in her hand. In an instant, a certain item transformed from a shadow into a solid object and fell heavily into her palm.

The corresponding method of use was also passed to Xio's mind when the object was taking shape. It was as if she was very familiar with the object, so familiar that she knew what to do without much thinking - Xio lay down. On the ground, he stood its stand firmly on the edge and aimed at the strange long tube with half-squinted eyes.

The very distant scene at the other end was also clearly presented in front of Xio's eyes. She gritted her teeth and pointed this strange "gun" that she had never seen before, at the king whose photo everyone had seen in the newspaper.

Those two neatly trimmed mustaches were trembling slightly as he spoke. His voice was sad and heavy, but it did not fall on Xio's ears:

"In the name of Emperor George III, may the spirits of the dead find peace, and may they live forever in the country where they believe in their gods."

People all over the country were mourning because of the previous speech. At this moment, they lowered their heads following the deep voice of George III, and were about to recite those words silently with the king.

Her expression was very calm. Even though she had been given shelter by Mr. Fool before carrying out these actions, Xio had already been mentally prepared to die for it. She could be discovered by anyone at any time.

Xiu was just a little regretful. Her relatives and friends might be sad about her disappearance. She didn't want anyone to cry because of her disappearance.

But she had been waiting for this moment for a long time.

The king standing on the podium also lowered his head. George III was mourning with his people.

At this moment, Xiu pulled the trigger in front of his finger.

The piercing scream flew down from the top of the bell tower. It came from outside the long historical time. Even if it was a historical projection in essence, the attack power had nothing to do with extraordinary elements. It rushed from the other end of the long distance and exerted its due power.

The sniper rifle that should not exist in Loen hit its target in this square.

The small-scale bombardment shattered George III's figure. The explosion caused by the impact was transmitted to the whole of Loen as the source of the broadcast was destroyed. Everyone heard it.

This doesn't sound like a normal situation, and there are some people who happened to be witnesses of this scene.

At the Memorial Square, the crowd listening to the speech was silent for a few seconds, and then a lady or young lady screamed in fear.

This was like a prelude, and no one knew who was the first to shout out in fear: "The king is dead! The king is dead!"