Chapter 1453 - 663: Half-Step Third Crown, Collection of Coinage Tax

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Scarlet blood continuously dripped from the corpse pierced by the war axe in mid-air, falling to the ground and covering Bayezid’s head and face.

The [Lord of Two Seas and Two Lands] did not tread a non-human path; his innards were torn apart, and he died immediately with no chance to utter any last words.

Yet, Bayezid, the [Fatih Conqueror] with a thick faith anchor chain above his head, did not feel as liberated as he imagined; instead, he felt a sense of emptiness.

He knew that the main reason he was able to defeat his father in the end was not because he was stronger, but because he sold out his country and religion more thoroughly!

At this moment, he had already gained everything he once desired with the help of the [Holy Spirit].

Even the long life his father longed for during his lifetime was now in his pocket.

Bayezid gently clenched his fist, and wind rose from the depths of his soul, piercing through every cell in his body, bringing about a transformative change.

Divine light flashed over his body.

The mortal flesh crumbled like dust at great speed, then reassembled in an instant into a towering humanoid form composed of a storm.

Standing three meters tall, wings spread open behind him, stirring up stormy winds and thunderstorms.

In a blink of an eye, besides his main profession in the Glory Ladder Sequence as a [Mamluk Knight], he had acquired a second path representing forbidden knowledge.

In the "Gospel of Heaven", this corresponds to the [Storm Angel], a Fourth Order Mythical Creature, which is his mythical form.

If everything goes as expected, this kind of mythical creature representing "Transformation" can easily live for hundreds of years.

For mortals, it’s not much different from immortality.

Moreover, Bayezid had already perfectly resonated with this non-human body with just a breath.

This powerful non-human force seemed naturally his, perfectly compatible and obedient like an extension of his own limb.

It was as if it was not granted by a god but achieved step by step through his own cultivation.

"That feeling is like the fabled... Followers?!"

Bayezid suddenly widened his eyes like bright lightning ion balls.

Legend has it that in the Mythological Era, some mortals possessed such affinity or traits highly compatible with their revered gods.

They could easily accept the power of high-ranking beings, even becoming a medium for a Seventh Order True God to descend into the material world.

Each of these unique Followers would become a high-ranking member of their respective sect, even being the spokesperson for the god.

For a moment, Bayezid felt utterly absurd:

"So, am I really the inherently divine Follower of the Holy Spirit [Myriad Wings Angel], perfectly matching some core attribute of it despite being a not so devout royal authority’s spokesperson?

Moreover, that Byron Lancaster is not a Follower of the Holy Spirit but the reincarnated base form of the Holy Spirit?!

But aside from the fact that we are both princes, in what ways are we alike?"

Upon personally experiencing the great power of the Sixth Order Demigod Level [Myriad Wings Angel] and seeing that face identical to Byron’s.

He had to admit that outsiders’ understanding of Byron, the Pirate Emperor, was superficial.

Although he appeared to be at the pinnacle of the Fifth Order, in reality, he was always on the verge of a crucial step to becoming a Sixth Order Demigod, a level admired by all Transcendents.

Bayezid quickly cast aside his minor thoughts, acknowledging that it is of great glory for believers to resemble the Chief God.

But looking at his father, still skewered by his war axe, his kidneys pierced.

Memories of Saint Byron’s good reputation and various rumors spread across three continents resurfaced: valuing family, broad-mindedness, and having no personal grievances... still, he couldn’t find any common ground.

Fortunately, just like Muhammad II remarked, he was more accustomed to solving problems with a fist, choosing not to dwell on what he couldn’t figure out.

Boom!

He tossed the corpse from his war axe to the ground, reassuming his human form, and through the fuel-exhausted, dimming fountain pool, gazed at the ceremonial square where both sides had ceased fighting.

With the father-son final showdown concluded, further fighting lost its meaning.

The key issue was that the first wave of sudden attacks from the Eldest Prince Party had slaughtered all royal family members with succession rights, the princes.

Their approach was not as elaborate as another blood wedding, merely preemptively adding paralyzing agents to the food and fruits intended for certain guests of honor.

There was no mythical creature like Jacqueline among them, and ultimately, none managed to escape.

This meant that from this day forth, the Star Moon Empire had only one legitimate heir: [Fatih Conqueror] Bayezid!

Similar instances have occurred numerous times in history.

The only female emperor who usurped the throne in another Great Empire was not purged after abdication, for perhaps numerous reasons.

But most crucially, aside from her own offspring, she had cleansed all other imperial family members with the national surname.

The interest groups had no alternative, reluctantly supporting her son’s ascension.

Subsequently, whether it was her son or grandson, they had to acknowledge the status of their mother and grandmother, or else their throne would also lose legitimacy.

Such is the absurdity of the political game.

Amidst the crowd, only one person glared angrily at the new Sultan:

"Bayezid, you defied the laws, committed patricide, and usurped the throne. Thirty million citizens of the Star Moon Empire will not acknowledge you!

You wielded the forbidden Holy Sword, and the Holy Spirit Church will split again because of you, you are the criminal of the Star Moon Empire!