My queen is rebelling!

Chapter 200: Queen Effie – Peerless Beauty, Suppressing the Entire Scene!

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The bastion fortress, its thick stone walls gleaming with a cold, hard luster under the sunlight, a middle-aged man with a stern face, clad in armor, stood on the watchtower, his gaze passing over the city walls and magical light shields, landing on the rebel army led by the Duke of the Southern Territory.

Philip Betrand, holding the rank of General, a member of the Effie Senate, was the Supreme Commander of the entire Effie Southern Army Group.

After the news of the Southern Territory rebellion spread, General Betrand received orders from the Senate and the Cabinet, leading 30,000 "Basic Level" troops and 1,000 "Regular Level" troops to the bastion fortress, taking over everything here, and being responsible for establishing the first line of defense against the Southern Territory rebels.

In addition to being a member of the Senate, with Legendary-tier extraordinary cultivation, General Betrand was also a generational in-law of the Corleone Royal Family. Starting from General Betrand's grandfather, the Betrand family had maintained marriage ties with the Corleone Royal Family.

General Betrand himself also married a princess of the Royal Family, who was also the granddaughter of Frederick Corleone, the most respected member of the Royal Family, deeply trusted by the Royal Family.

Betrand looked at the rebels in the Southern Territory, his eyes calm, like a pool of still water, making it difficult to fathom the emotions within.

Faced with the rebels' siege, he followed the previously drafted combat plan of the General Staff, methodically directing various defense tasks.

Except for the magic-guided cannon located at the highest point, emitting a faint blue light, which had not been used.

Behind General Betrand stood several stern-looking staff officers, who, seeing that the General still had no intention of using the magic-guided cannon, couldn't help but whisper among themselves.

Their gazes occasionally turned to the magic-guided cannon located at the highest point, and then, with doubt and incomprehension, they looked at the General.

In their opinion, the powerful firepower of the magic-guided cannon was enough to inflict heavy blows on the Southern Territory rebels when they approached, but General Betrand had not given the order to activate it, a decision that was truly difficult to understand.

However, considering that General Betrand was a Senator of the Senate, the Supreme Commander of the Southern Army Group, his status and power were far beyond the reach of these middle and lower-level officers.

The mages hidden in the bastion, who had long been waiting in full battle array, immediately swarmed out to meet the enemy.

For a time, dazzling magical lights lit up from windows, watchtowers, and other places.

The magical lights of the two sides' mages collided in the sky, erupting into brilliant, dazzling colors, illuminating the entire battlefield as if it were daytime.

The smoke of war filled the air, and the atmosphere of blood and death permeated every inch of space.

The Southern Territory's army and the fortress's defenders immediately fell into a fierce life-and-death struggle. The battle continued from noon until dusk. The Duke of the Southern Territory glanced back at Andre, who gently nodded.

The Duke received the signal, waved his hand, and signaled to stop the attack.

Above the fortress, General Betrand looked at the Southern Territory rebels who had begun to slowly retreat, his face still showing no emotion. Faced with the request from the staff officers behind him whether to pursue, Betrand narrowed his eyes and said in a deep voice:

"The entire army rests. In one hour, all company-level officers and above will gather at headquarters for a meeting!"

"Yes!"

At the bastion fortress, the grassroots officers who had just withdrawn from the front line rushed to the headquarters without stopping, their armor and swords colliding with each other, making slight metallic friction sounds.

Each of their faces faintly carried fatigue and tension.

When they discovered that the highest commander here, General Betrand, was standing at the door of the war room like a sculpture, they couldn't help but quicken their pace, while subtly pressing down on the swaying sword at their waists.

When passing by General Betrand, they clenched their right hand into a fist and placed it on their chest, giving a heavy salute.

Then, with a slight nod from General Betrand, they walked into the war room.

When everyone had arrived, Betrand slowly walked into the war room, and the atmosphere of the entire headquarters became heavy and oppressive.

Effie, which had been peaceful for many years, suddenly experienced such a large-scale rebellion, making the officers, who had been away from battle for a long time, somewhat caught off guard.

Fortunately, their opponents were only a group of local rebel forces, and behind them were solid military fortresses, unparalleled magic-guided cannons, and a genuine Legendary-tier extraordinary Senator!

During wartime, all magical energy was supplied to various military facilities. General Betrand took the lead, and even in the war command room, only dim oil lamps were lit.

The light and shadows flickered uncertainly on the walls, as if also uneasy about the impending changes.

General Betrand held his head high and chest out, his posture as straight as a pine tree, his oppressive gaze slowly sweeping over every officer in the command room, his eyes deep and unpredictable, revealing an unquestionable majesty.

Betrand withdrew his gaze, and a calm voice sounded:

"Today is the first battle with the rebels. Everyone, please report the casualty situation of your respective units first."

In fact, the General Staff had already had detailed reports on these situations, but Betrand still wanted everyone to report in public. Several staff officers looked at General Betrand with surprised eyes. Today, the General's various actions were indeed somewhat abnormal.

According to the order, the officers in the war room stood up one by one to report the casualties.

Judging from the casualty statistics reported by the various companies, the situation was not optimistic.

Logically speaking, they were backed by a solid fortress, and they themselves were "Regular Level" troops. The fortress was also equipped with high-level mages, while the other side was only a group of "Basic Level" local armed forces. Such an unreasonable casualty rate should not have occurred.

As the last officer finished reporting, the atmosphere in the war room once again fell into an eerie silence.

The officers' expressions became much colder as they heard the casualty numbers.

These cold numbers corresponded to vivid lives, their brothers in arms.

Effie had been peaceful for many years, and some young officers were even experiencing actual combat for the first time. They could not adjust their mentality for a while, and a trace of grief floated on their faces.

General Betrand remained expressionless, and a clear and powerful voice rang out in the war room:

"Why are our casualties so high? Does anyone know the reason?"

There was a moment of silence in the war room. General Betrand obviously did not intend to wait for someone to answer, and continued:

"It's very simple, because what we are facing is not the Southern Territory's troops!"

As soon as these words came out, it was like throwing a boulder into a calm lake, and a burst of whispers immediately rang out in the war room.

The adjutant and several staff officers not far away also showed surprise.

At this moment, General Betrand clapped his hands gently, the door of the war room slowly opened, and a handsome middle-aged man walked in.

The middle-aged man had a peaceful face, his pace was neither fast nor slow, as if carrying an innate composure.

He came to General Betrand's side, his gaze calmly looking at everyone in the room.

Everyone's eyes were instantly attracted by the arrival of the middle-aged man, and a look of confusion spread across their faces, not understanding why such a stranger would appear at this critical military meeting.

General Betrand slightly raised his chin, his voice low, but the content he spoke was shocking:

"Everyone, this is Andre Ian, a trusted aide of Saxon Cromwell, the Third Prince of the Ceylon Kingdom."

As soon as these words came out, it was like a thunderbolt exploding above everyone's heads.

As Betrand's voice fell, the guards he brought in swarmed in from all directions, instantly surrounding the entire war room.

The officers were first stunned, then widened their eyes, their faces full of shock and anger.

The Ceylon Kingdom?

Although these officers rarely came into contact with information from the top levels of the country, they still had some understanding of the general military trends.

When the Southern Territory rebelled, many rumors spread in the army, such as the supporter behind Duke of the Southern Territory this time being the Ceylon Kingdom.

Moreover, the relationship between the Ceylon Kingdom and Effie had never been very good.

In the country's official propaganda, the Ceylon Kingdom had always been the culprit restricting Effie's expansion and development.

Now, at such a military meeting concerning Effie's national security, a high-ranking official from the Ceylon Kingdom had actually appeared.

An uncontrollable guess emerged in everyone's hearts, making them break out in a cold sweat:

Was the Senate's Legendary-tier Senator, the General whom the Corleone Royal Family relied on, about to betray and defect to the enemy?

For a time, the vast command headquarters' operations room was silent, with only the sound of hurried breathing from everyone.

General Petain was not surprised by the reaction of the crowd. He took a step forward, his eyes still calm, and after scanning the room, he said slowly:

"I know what you are thinking."

"Whether you think I am a traitor or a spy, I don't want to explain anything."

"The only reason I invited Mr. Andre here is to make you all understand who we are fighting against and what kind of desperate situation our Effie is facing!"

As General Petain's voice fell, the powerful aura of a Legendary rank instantly enveloped the room. Andre then stood up, exuding an elegant temperament with a faint smile in his eyes. He cleared his throat and said calmly:

"Gentlemen, you should have deeply felt the battles during the day. Why did mere defense cause such significant combat attrition?"

"The reason is simple: because you are not facing the Southern Territory's troops, but an elite army from the Kingdom of Ceylon, capable of fighting against Legendary ranks, the 'Oath of Ceylon'!"

Everyone was shocked that the besiegers of the fortress were actually an elite army!

But the enemy's strength was not a reason for them to betray and defect. Most of the officers still had anger and hostility on their faces.

If it weren't for General Petain's Legendary rank strength, someone would have probably drawn their sword already.

At this moment, General Petain spoke:

"Gentlemen, the enemy's strength is not the reason that prompted me to make this choice."

"I am an Elder of the Effie Senate."

"I can fight and die for the country, but I cannot let my soldiers become tools for some people to realize their ambitions!"

"To tell you the truth, our king has long been subjected to heinous means by that vicious queen!"

"The current king has become a child with the intelligence of only a few years old, completely reduced to a puppet of the queen."

"Not only that, but for her own selfish desires, she has provoked many powerful forces on the continent. Now, these forces have gathered in Florence, preparing to attack her."

"But this woman wants to use the entire country as a bet, using the entire Effie as her shield, dragging it into an endless abyss."

"Soldiers, do you really want to fight to the end for such a ruler and regime?"

General Petain paused and continued:

"I am an Elder of the Senate and have a duty to find a new path to survival for Effie when she is in a desperate situation."

"If you are willing to follow me and restore Effie's glory, please join hands with His Royal Highness the Grand Duke, storm into Florence, eliminate the treacherous officials, restore the royal family, and establish immortal achievements!"

The atmosphere in the operations room suddenly froze. General Petain's words were like a thunderclap in everyone's ears.

Many people showed struggling and hesitant expressions.

Petain's voice continued to ring out:

"As long as you are willing to cooperate, I guarantee that not only will your lives and positions be preserved after the war, but you will also be promoted for your merits and share the glory of the country's prosperity!"

As soon as these words came out, some officers clearly showed signs of being tempted.

However, most people still had doubts in their hearts, and even more so, their eyes flashed with anger and contempt. They found it difficult to accept the sudden betrayal of the Elder of the Senate and the Grand General.

The loyalty and trust that had been rooted in their hearts were greatly impacted at this moment.

Regarding the relationship between the king and the queen, the official propaganda had always mentioned that they were childhood sweethearts with deep affection, a loyal couple witnessed by the gods.

General Petain's words were really unacceptable to them for a while.

Betray the queen who has a deep relationship with the king and choose the Grand General who colludes with the enemy?

At this moment, General Petain unreservedly released the aura of a Legendary rank powerhouse, like an invisible storm sweeping across the room.

The vast pressure made the air in the operations room seem to freeze. Everyone felt as if a huge rock was pressing on their chest, and even breathing became difficult.

Some officers who originally wanted to resist, trembled involuntarily in the face of this powerful aura. They clenched their fists tightly, their nails already deeply embedded in their palms, but in the end, they did not take that step.

In this suffocating atmosphere, time seemed to freeze.

After a long time, the former highest commander of the Bastion Fortress, an old general who had served in the Bastion Fortress for more than forty years, slowly stood up. His eyes still showed helplessness and struggle, but in the end, he gritted his teeth and said:

"Grand General, although we have doubts about your decision, we don't want to see brothers killing each other and the country perishing even more."

"We can follow your command and let the Southern Territory's troops pass through, but you cannot force us to join the ranks of the rebels."

"At the same time, I hope you can fulfill your promise and save our Effie!"

A trace of earnestness appeared in the old general's eyes. Petain was silent for a moment and looked at Andre next to him.

Andre frowned slightly. Petain was throwing this difficult problem to him, obviously not wanting to do things too absolutely.

This old fox still wanted to observe the development of the situation.

A trace of contempt emerged in Andre's heart. The general trend had been set, and Florence could not resist the joint forces of the Eastern Region Empire and the Black Tomb. The Corleone royal family was destined to be destroyed, and the other party would see sooner or later who the real winner was.

Let him play his little tricks for a while.

Andre had a faint smile on his face and nodded slowly.

General Petain said in a deep voice:

"Alright, I agree."

Getting a positive answer, the old general breathed a sigh of relief and looked at his subordinates.

As the old general's attitude softened, the remaining officers couldn't help but sigh deeply. In silence and depression, they passed this resolution, not knowing what impact it would have on Effie.

Late at night, the gates of the Bastion Fortress slowly opened. The rebels of the Southern Territory had been waiting for a long time. When Krug saw General Petain and Andre appear at the gate together, he immediately breathed a sigh of relief and waved his hand.

The army secretly passed through this fortress, which was regarded as an impregnable wall of copper and iron by Florence.

On the second day after the Grand Duke of the Southern Territory led his troops across the fortress, an equally well-equipped army appeared in front of him.

Grand Duke Faginham Francis of the Western Territory led his army to join forces with the rebels of the Southern Territory!

… …

In the spring month of the Continental Calendar 328, a grand exchange meeting kicked off in Florence, Effie, one month before the Green Grass Festival.

Unsurprisingly, the venue was chosen at Florence's most famous Emerald Lake.

By the lake, a huge, magnificent circular building made of crystal rose from the ground, emitting a soft light, reflecting each other with the surrounding surging magical elements, refracting a dreamlike scene.

On the avenue leading to Emerald Lake, the flags of various countries and organizations fluttered in the wind.

Today was the opening day of the exchange meeting, and representatives from various countries rushed to this magnificent circular building at the agreed time.

Each area of the circular building was marked with the names of the country or organization, and the representatives took their seats in turn. In the very center was a wide high platform, and above the high platform were several rows of VIP seats.

They were reserved for the Charter Concord Organization, the Northwest Alliance, the Pale Wings, and the empires and kingdoms attending the meeting.

As time went by, the atmosphere in the venue gradually became lively. Many acquaintances greeted each other, exchanging some official and private matters, and the scene was very harmonious for a time.

Soon, the sound in the venue dropped slightly. Needless to say, VIPs were coming.

The first to ascend the high platform was the delegation of the Charter Concord Organization, led by Grand Duke Ferdinand of the Central Empire and Prince Quentin of the Eastern Region Empire.

Undoubtedly, this was the highest-level and most powerful organization representative in this meeting.

Everyone gave way to show their respect.

After the Charter Concord Organization, there were representatives from the Northwest Alliance and the Pale Wings.

The various countries present were very familiar with the Northwest Alliance, which was originally the organizer of the Northwest Region exchange meeting.

The only surprise to everyone was the Pale Wings delegation. At the forefront of the delegation was a stunningly beautiful woman. Although she was located in the Northwest Continent, many people were no strangers to this beautiful woman.

The Golden Wing Girl, Isabella Wenzel, of the Golden Wing family of the Pale Wings.

Famous throughout the continent for her beauty and wealth.

Of course, even more well-known was the world-shaking Six Saints War more than a year ago.

Through the mouths of those bards, the story of the Knight and the Princess between the Shadow Lord and the Golden Wing Girl had long spread to every corner of the continent.

After the three large organizations took the stage, the appearance of the next person suddenly enlivened the atmosphere of the venue.

Grand Duke Roland of the Western Region Empire!

Compared with the Charter Concord Organization and the Pale Wings, which were far away in the Central Continent and aloof, Grand Duke Roland of the Western Region Empire, who came from the Northwest Continent and had always been famous, was obviously more popular and kind.

Archduke Roland greeted the representatives of various countries in a friendly manner, showing that His Grace was well-liked throughout the Northwest Continent.

Following the Western Region Empire was a prince from the Northern Region Empire, Prince Aldrich Cox, leading the delegation from the Northern Region Empire.

Compared to Archduke Roland's treatment, Prince Aldrich received a noticeably colder welcome. This prince rarely traveled abroad, making his leadership of the delegation somewhat unconventional.

A conference of this level typically wouldn't require a prince to lead the team. In fact, the Northern Region Empire's initial choice wasn't Prince Aldrich; it was His Highness who volunteered after learning about the event.

As for why His Highness was so determined to attend this Northwest Regional Exchange, the reason was simple: this prince also went by another name, the Violet Prince!

He was the one who paid a huge price, going through Mamen, the owner of Pawnshop No. 8, to rescue his fallen son from Asmodeus, the Lord of the Ninth Layer of Hell!

The Violet Prince who left a carefully designed dragon egg trap for Mamen!

The reason he came was simple: he had heard that the "Shadow Master" who exposed his plan had reached some kind of cooperation agreement with Queen Effie, and would also be present at the meeting.

He came this time to meet this "Shadow Master"!

Clearly, the discerning individuals present knew what the Violet Prince was up to, and couldn't help but become interested in watching the drama unfold.

After the two great empires entered, it was the turn of several kingdoms native to the Northwest Continent.

Among them, the most flamboyant and conspicuous was naturally Prince Saxon, representing the Ceylon Kingdom.

Saxon clenched his fist lightly, his heart pounding as he gazed at the assembled empires, kingdoms, and major organizations.

This was the stage he needed; he would write his own legend in front of these people!

Following the Ceylon Kingdom was his sworn enemy, the Windwhisper Kingdom.

The Windwhisper Kingdom was also led by a prince, but a genuine first-in-line heir, Aello Windrunner.

Speaking of which, the Windwhisper Kingdom's royal family, the Windrunner family, had a trace of connection to the Winged Elf royal family, the Windchaser family.

The founder of the Windrunner family was a collateral descendant of the Windchaser family.

After the War of Gods and Demons, he broke away from the elves, established himself as king in the Northwest Continent, and founded the Windwhisper Kingdom.

Aello Windrunner mocked Saxon as usual, then walked into the venue with a faint smile.

The last to enter was the last remaining kingdom in the Northwest Continent, the Serene Kingdom.

The Serene Kingdom sent a prince named Naine Serene, an ordinary-looking middle-aged man.

After entering, he simply greeted everyone and sat quietly in his seat, saying nothing, clearly stating his position for the day.

To watch the show and not take sides!

With everyone who was supposed to enter now present, the representatives of each country turned their attention to the center of the high platform.

The Lord of Effie was about to appear!

Regarding the recent events in Effie, the representatives of each country present had detailed sources of information.

Especially the King of Effie, the young king who had only been on the throne for a short time, who suffered a Sage-level "Memory Ice Seal" a year ago and turned into a fool!

They were very curious as to who would represent Effie at the meeting today!

With a low sound of ceremonial music, a wave of strange magical fluctuations suddenly surged above the high platform.

Many of those present were high-level transcendents, and when they sensed this strange magical fluctuation, their expressions changed slightly.

Within the delegation of the Charter Concord Organization, Archduke Ferdinand looked surprised and turned to Joren Wertheimer, the nephew of Chief Heisenberg behind him, and said:

"Master Joren, did you feel it? This power seems to no longer belong to the category of the ninth rank of transcendence."

Joren's eyes flashed with a strange color, and he replied in a low voice:

"More than that, this magical power contains extremely pure ice-attribute magical power. Even the ice-attribute mages favored by the gods don't seem to be able to reach this level."

Prince Quentin also spoke at this time:

"It seems that the rumor is true. We are about to witness the youngest legend in human history!"

The Violet Prince of the Northern Region Empire had a serious expression and said in a deep voice:

"It's hard to believe that such a person is willing to become the queen of a small country. What a pity!"

The other delegations on the high platform were also attracted by this magical fluctuation.

The strange magical fluctuations soon triggered further anomalies.

The originally clear dome was instantly enveloped by lead-gray clouds, and a cold wind suddenly rose, howling and sweeping through every corner of the venue, attracting everyone's attention.

Just as everyone was astonished, the first snowflake fluttered down, shimmering with crystal light, as if wrapped in stardust, spinning in the air and emitting a faint cold fragrance.

Immediately afterward, more snowflakes fell in a flurry, but instead of scattering, they gathered orderly in the center of the high platform.

These snowflakes adhered to each other, piled up, and gradually outlined a human figure.

As the last snowflake was embedded in place, a soft light flashed, the snowflakes dissipated, and a stunningly beautiful figure appeared in the center of the high platform—

Queen Adelle Angraean of Effie!

The Queen was wearing a floor-length brocade dress, with a star-blue belt around her waist, perfectly outlining her slender waist.

Ink-black hair fell to her waist, and a hairpin carved from a unicorn's horn was inserted into her hair. The magic runes on the hairpin emitted a soft halo, reflecting her beautiful face.

The Queen's eyes were like deep lakes, as if sparkling starlight was surging, and with just a glance, one's heart would be rippling.

Her frost-porcelain-like skin was fair and dazzling, reflecting a faint pearl luster under the light. The skirt swayed gently as if snowflakes were still resting on it. The surrounding cold air made her face even more clear, cold, and beautiful, as if the Ice Snow Goddess had descended on the continent!

Everyone was shocked by the appearance of the Queen of Effie, their eyes were instantly fixed, as if they had been enchanted, and they permanently engraved their amazement and shock on their faces.

Most of them had only heard that Effie had a queen of unparalleled beauty, and today was the first time they had seen her with their own eyes.

Faced with the amazing charm displayed by the Queen of Effie, even those from the empires and kingdoms couldn't help but sigh secretly.

The Violet Archduke of the Northern Region Empire murmured in a low voice:

"This kind of charm has completely transcended the limits possessed by humans. Even those favored by the gods shouldn't possess such charm... Interesting."

Similar sighs were made in different corners.

Saxon of the Ceylon Kingdom couldn't help clenching his fists, his knuckles turning white from excessive force, trying to restrain the surging shock and desire in his heart.

At the same time, a strong resentment and jealousy towards the King of Effie welled up in his heart.

On the side of the Pale Wings, Isabella's eyes were complicated, and she sighed softly in her heart.

Even if she was as proud as she was, she would have to admit defeat in the face of a woman of this level.

Pacino Della of the Dark Wings family said in a low voice:

"I say, could it be that that bastard Sazor took a fancy to the Queen and wanted to attack Effie."

Meyer Child of the Purple Wings family coughed lightly and said:

"Second Young Master Della, be careful. The Eastern Region Empire has also sent people here today."

Pacino curled his lips slightly and said casually:

"What's there to be afraid of? We're going to fight them later anyway. I'm just annoyed by you fake serious types."

Isabella said coldly:

"If you want to quarrel, you can go outside and quarrel!"

A strange look appeared on the faces of several people, wondering why the usually good-tempered Golden Winged Woman was suddenly so angry.

Pacino's face was slightly embarrassed, and he said in a low voice:

"The Queen of Effie hasn't spoken yet, and you're already acting like the head of the family."

Hearing the words 'head of the family', Isabella felt an inexplicable burst of anger in her heart, and her face turned icy cold.

The beautiful woman of the Silver Wings family quickly smoothed things over:

"Alright, don't let others laugh at us outside. Blood King, you should also persuade your niece."

The middle-aged strong man from the Blood Wings family, called the Blood King by the beautiful woman, was named Blaise Scarlett.

The Golden Wings family has always had direct bloodline marriages with the Blood Wings family, especially in this generation. Isabella's mother is the younger sister of the Blood Wings family's patriarch.

This Blaise is the youngest brother of Isabella's mother, her own uncle.

Blaise said to Isabella:

"The Five Wings are one body, so you should still pay attention to your image outside."

Isabella responded sullenly.

Just as everyone was still shocked by the Queen of Effie's stunning beauty, a clear and cold voice rang out in the venue:

"Everyone, welcome to Effie!"

“She is indeed more beautiful than she was a few years ago.”

Far across tens of thousands of miles, in the Central Empire's Empress's palace, before a massive light screen, Senice stared at Adelle's appearance and lightly snorted.

Clearly, this Empress was also watching this grand event in real-time.

Not only the Central Empire, but also the Eastern Empire, Prince Sazhou, although not present in person, was also paying attention to this Northwest Regional Exchange Meeting.

Even with Sazhou's temperament, he couldn't help but feel a hint of shock and hidden jealousy at Adelle's beauty.

Such a top-quality woman actually belongs to an idiotic king, truly a waste of natural resources!

The perspective returns to the Exchange Meeting venue.

Adelle's voice continued to ring out:

“Distinguished representatives, please forgive me, His Majesty is unwell, and this Exchange Meeting will be fully represented by this Queen. I hope you can understand.”

As her voice fell, an astonishing aura rose from Adelle's body. Although it wasn't intentionally directed at anyone, everyone was deeply shocked after sensing this aura.

On the high platform's VIP seats, Prince Quentin of the Eastern Empire's expression changed slightly as he whispered:

“Legendary?

Such a strong pressure, has Queen Effie already reached the Legendary rank?”

Grand Duke Ferdinand of the Central Empire gently shook his head:

“No, a Legendary rank is bound to have manifestations, and the pressure she gives me doesn't feel like it's from a domain. She probably hasn't reached Legendary yet.”

The reason why a Legendary rank can cause a dimensional reduction strike against a Transcendent Ninth Order is mainly due to the power of the rules nurtured in the domain.

Although the aura pressure from Adelle's body is extremely terrifying, it doesn't belong to the power of a domain.

But this point is even more shocking to everyone.

To be able to suppress the Legendary and Gold ranks present with just her aura before reaching Legendary, how terrifying would she be if she truly reached Legendary?

Princess Violet of the Northern Empire's eyes revealed a stern look:

“Talents are bound to appear in times of chaos. It seems… my brother's prediction wasn't just an empty rumor!”

The last few words were spoken in a completely low voice, almost inaudible.

Grand Duke Roland of the Western Empire also wore an astonished expression.

He had met Adelle a year ago, and even fought against the Black Tomb together.

But now, in just one year, Adelle felt even more unfathomable to him.

This was also because Adelle had resolved her inner knot. Since her relationship with Cohen had returned to normal, Adelle's cultivation had improved by leaps and bounds.

Prince Naine of the Serene Kingdom also said with emotion:

“This woman is bound to enter the Saint realm within a hundred years. If Effie can survive this disaster, it's likely that another kingdom-level force will emerge in the Northwest Continent in the future.”

Saxon snorted coldly. Although he didn't speak, his attitude was already very clear.

Prince Airo · Windrider of the Windwhisper Kingdom naturally wouldn't give up this opportunity to disgust his mortal enemy, and said with a faint smile:

“It's not bad to have one more, Effie was originally a Charter Treaty nation, a existence whose monarch can be called a king.

Becoming a kingdom is only right and proper!

I just wonder what the Ceylon Kingdom, which is adjacent to Effie, thinks?”

Saxon suppressed the anger in his heart and turned his head, ignoring Airo's provocation.

Here at Pale Wings, Isabella's gaze became even more intriguing. At this time, even Blaze of the Bloodwing family, who was always steady and didn't express any opinions, couldn't help but ask:

“Isabella, when you met this Queen a year ago, was she already this strong?”

The others also cast their gazes over.

Isabella suppressed the complex emotions in her heart and said:

“She's stronger than she was a year ago.”

A hint of strangeness appeared in Blaze's pupils, and then he suddenly let out a faint, strange laugh:

“I'm becoming more and more curious about what kind of person this King of Effie is.

A man who can make such a woman fall in love with him must have his own extraordinary qualities!”

Isabella silently added in her heart:

“Yes, he's even more powerful than his Queen!”

It was self-evident what Queen Effie's purpose was in releasing her astonishing aura at this time.

An existence whose Gold rank aura is comparable to a Legendary rank, anyone who wants to target Effie has to weigh the pros and cons.

Regardless of what effect Adelle's deterrence had, at least everyone realized one fact.

Compared to Queen Effie's astonishing beauty and charm, her talent and strength were even more shocking.

At the same time, many people familiar with the inside story couldn't help but feel a hint of regret for Queen Effie.

Such a good, peerless woman is so devoted to an idiotic king. What is the origin of this Cohen · Currian? A demigod?

Similar discussions could be heard in every corner of the venue.

In the Shadow Plane, Cohen carefully remembered the countries behind these people who slandered him, preparing to settle accounts with them later.

After Adelle appeared and gave a brief official speech, she handed the podium over to Prime Minister Angus.

Angus then proceeded with the various procedures of the Exchange Meeting in an orderly manner as usual.

The only special thing this year was the temporary addition of the so-called military formation drill.

For this drill, Effie had specially flattened a forest next to Emerald Lake and built a huge martial arts field.

Under the maintenance of the security forces, the representative legions from various countries entered the martial arts field one after another and began military exercises.

Speaking of various countries, in fact, not many really brought troops.

Most of them were just watching the show. Apart from the Ceylon Kingdom, Windwhisper Kingdom, Holy Oak Duchy, and Silverfrost Duchy, the only other one was the 1,000 【Heart of Thorns】 under Grand Duke Roland.

Moreover, Grand Duke Roland's 1,000 people didn't participate in the military exercise, but only to prevent emergencies.

As for the Windwhisper Kingdom, Prince Airo's 1,000 "elite-level" 【Wind Dancers】 were entirely aimed at the Ceylon Kingdom.

Prevent Saxon from jumping over the wall in desperation, and clean him up along the way.

Almost everyone was clear that the military exercise was fake, and the real purpose of bringing troops was to cause turmoil in Effie, and plunder Effie's royal power.

Many people were wondering, was the Ceylon Kingdom really planning to rely on these 1,000 people to openly force the palace in front of all the nations?

Not to mention that the Western Empire, which had always been on good terms with Effie, would interfere, even the Charter Treaty Organization and the Northwest Alliance wouldn't watch the Ceylon Kingdom break the rules like this.

For a time, the atmosphere in the venue became much more intriguing. It seemed that everyone was waiting for an opportunity, a fuse to detonate the turmoil in Effie.

Soon, this fuse came!

Emerald Lake is located in the southeast suburbs of Florence, not too far from Florence's east gate.

When the military exercise ended and everyone was waiting for the next event, a earth-shattering sound slowly came from far to near.

The originally peaceful atmosphere in the venue was instantly broken by a dull and majestic rumbling sound. At first, the sound was like faint muffled thunder coming from the distant horizon, rolling in everyone's hearts, causing many people to feel puzzled.

In an instant, this rumbling sound quickly approached like a surging tide, overwhelming the sky and covering the earth.

Rumble——

The earth began to tremble slightly, and the flags in the venue also swayed uncertainly.

The expressions on the faces of the representatives instantly froze, and they all looked towards the source of the sound.

For these Transcendent beings, they could easily capture the murderous aura contained in the rumbling sound with their keen hearing.

As time passed, the deafening roar became clearer and clearer, interspersed with the clanging sound of metal colliding, the sharp neighing of warhorses, and the neat and majestic shouts of soldiers!

At the same time, countless pieces of information began to be transmitted to the representatives of various countries and organizations within the venue.

When most people, especially the ministers of Effie, saw the content on the information, they were all plunged into a tsunami of shock:

Rebels, approaching the city!