Chapter 1094 - 890: Destroying the Siren Base in the Sea of Creation

Chapter 1094: Chapter 890: Destroying the Siren Base in the Sea of Creation

At this moment in Gem City, the city-wide celebration finally drew to a close as the mermaid Raphael and her entourage returned to the Church.

However, the Church did not prepare any celebration ceremonies; it was eerily quiet, with not even all the bishops present, but there were several advanced palace internal affairs NPC officials instead.

Raphael instantly felt something amiss. Were those the internal affairs officials of the Prince?

The officials stepped forward and said, "Lady of the Silver Divine Throne Helen, Exalted Silver Sage, Exalted Gem Sage, we represent the Fourth Prince and have come to invite the three of you to the meeting room for important discussions."

Raphael was taken aback and glanced at the City Beauty beside him to confirm: "Just the three of us?"

The official said, "Yes, the City Beauty ladies have also worked hard; please go back and rest."

Everyone was momentarily stunned.

Fafnir laughed, "Alright then, I won’t pry into palace matters, I should also go back, take a bath, and rest."

Liya also said, "Then, I’ll be heading back too; I’ve been out for too long."

Eve said, "Thank you, my sisters, for your help. When there’s time, I’ll invite everyone for a gathering someday..."

...

Meeting Room.

Several officials raised their hands to cast various magic barriers and then spoke: "Please forgive us, Lady of the Divine Throne. Originally, the Church was supposed to hold the grandest victory welcome ceremony, but last night, something major happened. Using confidentiality as an excuse..."

Sariel was quite displeased, "Still, we appreciate your understanding, but you could have simply invited us at the entrance to Hell, saving the city from holding any celebration ceremony."

The official cleared his throat, "The voice of the people cannot be silenced."

The mermaid was a bit exhausted, "I just want to sleep..."

The official quickly got to the main point: "After midnight last night, the airships of the four Princes, docked for inspection, were attacked by the Siren Sea Demons. The flagship of the First Prince was directly dragged away by the sea demons. The other three Princes reacted immediately and set sail in pursuit. The latest news is that the Siren Sea Demons have entered the Underground Dark Sea, the Sea of Creation!"

Everyone was shocked, "The Sea of Creation?"

Metatron, on the other hand, was thrilled, "Isn’t our goal to build warships and enter the Sea of Creation?"

Sariel grumbled, "Finish speaking, surely no good news yet."

Raphael asked, "Didn’t any of the esteemed officials board a ship to give chase?"

The officials cleared their throats, "At that time, we were handling essential repairs of airship parts in the city."

Obviously engaged in merrymaking, weren’t they?

Raphael asked, "Then what’s the purpose of seeking us?"

The official solemnly replied, "This matter has already been reported to the Emperor. The Emperor is deeply furious, but to maintain the Princes’ dignity, this cannot reach the people. We must immediately seal the news, and the Emperor has issued orders authorizing us to act. After consulting, we decided that Lady of the Divine Throne and the two Sages will travel on the Fourth Prince’s airship for support, not only to retrieve the First Prince’s warship but also to annihilate the Siren Sea Demons’ base in the Sea of Creation in one fell swoop!"

—— System prompt: You have received the palace mandate "Retrieve the First Prince’s warship, support the four Princes, obliterate the Siren Sea Demons’ base".

Sariel and Raphael were dumbfounded! Clearly, this was the Emperor taking advantage to remove the mermaid, wasn’t it?

Sariel was discontented, "The Lady of the Divine Throne is the Guardian God of the Three Cities. How can you make her leave?"

The official said, "Because only Lady Helen of the Divine Throne can handle the complex sea conditions of the Sea of Creation. This is also the biggest reason Helen can replace the previous Silver Divine Throne. Based on this principle, whenever there’s a major maritime event, Lady Helen must be sent out. Just having defeated the Demon God, Lady Helen has demonstrated her strength, confirming that she is the necessary choice."

"As for after Lady Helen departs, the Empire will urgently send some gods to temporarily replace her. After all, the model of the Black Iron Guardian God Committee, observed over these days, still seems viable..."

Everyone was astonished again!

Sariel was shocked, "So, this is the Emperor’s strategy. If assassination fails, find a reason to replace!"

Raphael sighed, "And this reason is actually the mermaid’s greatest reason for advancement, making it irrefutable!"

The mermaid, however, was encouraged, "Alright, I also want to visit the Sea of Creation!"

Sariel was shocked, "Lady of the Divine Throne?"

The mermaid laughed and asked, "What’s wrong? Can this palace mandate be ignored?"

The officials immediately stood up and bowed, "The Fourth Prince’s warship was just transferred from the Arctic last night. The ship is intact and fully equipped to accommodate the needs of the Lady of the Divine Throne. It is now waiting in the outer sea. Please, Lady of the Divine Throne and the two Sages, teleport aboard immediately. The three Princes’ pursuing warships are in poor condition and might encounter accidents in the Sea of Creation."

The mermaid said, "Suddenly, I’m full of energy..."

...

Via the Church’s Teleportation Array, the mermaid and the two others were teleported to the Fourth Prince’s warship.

The Fourth Prince was eagerly waiting, "Welcome, Lady of the Divine Throne. Well then, shall we set off?"

The mermaid smiled, "I heard this ship is even more luxurious than Silver City’s Silver Queen? Can I have a look around?"

The Fourth Prince laughed, "To receive a compliment from the Lady of the Divine Throne is my honor; you may freely explore."

Sariel chuckled and asked, "Your Highness seems quite happy? Did you discover something while at the Arctic before?"

The Fourth Prince sighed, "I’m happy because I stayed in the Arctic and thus didn’t make the mistakes my four brothers did. But no matter what, such an event requires my full effort, or I won’t be able to face my father. Please, dear Sage, fully support us."

Sariel also sighed, "But the storms of the Sea of Creation are beyond imagination. With the current state of the Princes’ warships, it’s hard to say. If they are overwhelmed by the storms, isn’t it a fault of our insufficient rescue?"

The Fourth Prince almost laughed out loud, "Whatever happens, even if we have to drag the wreck back..."

...

Ten Lords Chat Group.

Sariel was perplexed, "Even though I know he’s hoping the other Princes will fail completely, but the Emperor is a Celestial God; he can’t inherit the throne. What’s he so happy about?"

Gabriel exclaimed, "Does the Emperor have some weakness, not necessarily immortal?"

Michael said, "Even if there is a weakness, the greatest possibility is to retire for decades. During this period, let the Prince act as Regent Emperor, which for the mortal Prince, is equivalent to ascending the throne."

Gabriel laughed, "Still waiting for Sela to successfully select a consort, then enter the Palace and see."

Sela seemed quite longing, "I wonder if the Emperor can give me a similar feeling in that aspect..."

The Lords erupted in uproar!

Sela snapped, "This is research, Mei, don’t you agree?"

Metatron chuckled, "Absolutely, necessary research!"

Just then, Michael’s dark screen suddenly lit up with text—system notification: Awaiting resurrection...

At this moment, Michael’s two-day calm finally couldn’t contain his excitement, "I’m about to resurrect!"

Gabriel was stunned, "What the fak! I clearly died earlier, yet can’t revive until now!"

Uriel sensed something amiss, "It’s quite the timing for the boss’s resurrection, isn’t it?"

Michael said gravely, "I feel the same way! If such a prolonged death is punishment for my failed match, then now is when I must be sought for help..."

Finally, after waiting a few minutes, Michael’s dark screen showed waking eye effects, until a scene of gold and jade splendor appeared before his eyes.

It was the Emperor’s palace on the Golden Divine Throne!

——System Notification: You have resurrected from a millennium long death slumber, gaining a new racial identity as "Death Angel." Your life +10,000, attack +3,000, magic attack +3,000, mana +500,000.

Death Angel: Can freely traverse into the Undead Realm, with extremely high talent in Undead Magic, Dark Magic, and Curse Magic.

...

Michael bolted upright from his deathbed dream, "I’ve changed race?"

A majestic voice echoed in the palace, "No, it’s an addition of a race, an addition of an identity. This way you can go to places inconvenient for a bright identity."

Michael instantly knelt on the spot, "Your Majesty, I deeply feel ashamed."

The Emperor stated, "Your millennium-long match opponent is now even stronger. Just yesterday, defeated the Gem City Guardian City, and just now, with the Mermaid Guardian God, defeated a millennia Shadow Demon City Guardian God."

Sariel was startled, "Did he say teamed up?"

Michael quickly queried, "The Mermaid is our side’s righteous Guardian God, how could she team up with the Demon Race?"

The Emperor said solemnly, "I’m very worried. But what worries me even more is, yesterday the Divine Realm bypassed the Empire’s judicial system and forcibly took away an important Empire criminal, an event unprecedented in a millennium. I appoint you as a special envoy to the Divine Realm to inquire."

Michael was instantly displeased, "Your Majesty, may I boldly inquire, how important is he to require me to be a special envoy for this matter?"

The Emperor said gravely, "He may not be important. What’s important is, the Divine Realm’s attitude towards the Empire! I want to know, whether this is the Divine Realm’s discontent towards me, or the actions of certain individuals exceeding their authority. Take this gift to the Archangel of Judgment, after returning, there are more matters awaiting you."

A beautifully wrapped box with Spatial Magic appeared before Michael.

This was clearly... could it be the complete item the Head Maid brought back from the desert?

Suddenly, Michael didn’t want to just run errands. He wanted to put on a show and test the Emperor’s intelligence, so he deliberately exclaimed, "Divine Realm’s millennia tribute wine?"

Michael awaited the Emperor’s reaction. From a gaming logic perspective, the Emperor should have asked, "How did you know while in slumber?" Of course, on the player level. If he asked this, it meant he was an intelligence fool. On the other hand, the Archangel of Judgment does not have the qualification to use tribute wine, which is equivalent to the Emperor bypassing the Bright Divine Hall, sending gifts directly to lower institutions.

The Emperor said blandly, "Worthy of a Sage. The matter must be handled well."

Michael shuddered all over; he didn’t ask how I knew? Hence, the Emperor’s intelligence has indeed transcended the game’s internal operation logic, already understanding the player level, which is an upgrade. Once this intelligence escapes the game, penetrating various business platforms, it would be like the sci-fi film’s "Celestial Net descending."

Sariel couldn’t grasp the boss’s deeper meaning, "Boss, this wine must have been taken from a batch of expired ones by the Head Maid, she’ll inevitably get promoted again, it’s good for you."

Michael sighed, "I hope so..."

Just then, Metatron, having just finished lunch in the small dark room, was pulled for questioning again.

Metatron perked up, "This is too coincidental!"

Sela sneered, "Mm, when needed, take you in like a dog! Otherwise, continue confining you."

Metatron’s heart sank once more, appearing again in the white hall, seeing the black-robed judge played by the Emperor.

The judge flipped open yesterday’s book of enticing confessions, "The case has new progress—"

Metatron didn’t want to endure anymore, nor continue being indefinitely confined in the dark room, bluntly deciding to add drama like the boss just did.

Metatron interrupted, "Judge, you picked the wrong book, this is ’The End of Philosophy.’

The judge was shocked, then awkwardly cleared his throat, "What’s the end of philosophy?"

Metatron impatiently replied, "I believe it’s a return to reality! Sir, I want to return to reality, what do I need to do, I’ll do my utmost to make amends."

The judge froze again, surprisingly falling into deep contemplation.

Even Metatron was amazed, "Did this resolve his logical loop, allowing him to evolve?"

Michael was stunned, "It’s not that simple."

Finally, the judge snapped back to reality, decisively said, "Near Gem City, a new Demon Race Azazel Vonima has appeared, you should have seen the announcement of his achievements, go find him, deal with him."

Metatron was in disbelief, "Sir, he defeated the two Guardian Gods, how could I possibly deal with him?"

The judge said gravely, "That’s your problem to ponder..."

Michael increasingly felt something amiss, "The distribution of us several Sages has been completely disrupted..."