Defying the Fate of Beheading

Chapter 682 359: Trust in the Wisdom of Future Generations_2

Freya said nothing and followed along directly.After receiving the teleportation document from the Guild of Teleportation Array, Freya reluctantly said:

"Aren't you worried that I didn't apply for the teleportation document in advance?"

Grace said calmly: "If everything is as you say, that you are here to urge me to return and fulfill the duties of a saintess, then you should have prepared the document in advance, as I originally planned to stay here only for a day, which the church knows.

If you didn't apply for the document, it would indicate that you neither believed nor wanted to prepare, intending to take me away rightfully and reasonably. In that case, you would be lying.

Either way, I can get the answers I want."

"No way, you really think that highly of me?" Freya was somewhat surprised.

"In your line of work at the tribunal, it's hard to survive if you're not careful. Even if I made a wrong guess, it's no big deal..." Grace cast her a glance, "if it's wrong, it's just wrong. This world doesn't have guaranteed safe bets; if the odds are high enough, you can gamble."

"Tch, suddenly you don't seem like a saintess at all."

"I never had the intention to become a saintess. I only went because Mr. Caesar needed my help."

Freya felt unable to continue the conversation, took the document from the guild, waved it, and said:

"Let's go, my dear candidate saintess..."

A soft smile finally appeared on Grace's gentle face as she turned her head towards the direction the royal carriage had departed:

"It's time to leave... and also, congratulations on the wedding, Mr. Caesar."

Then she pulled Freya into the teleportation array.

Freya quietly watched Grace's back, vaguely seeing the already intense blessings of the God of Glory and Justice on her become even stronger.

In her eyes, those highly concentrated divine blessings almost seemed tangible, outlining the figure of a Holy Angel on this candidate saintess.

Ah...

It's just as His Holiness said.

Lady Grace truly is...

Will the Church of Glory and Justice finally be able to unveil that ancient mystery?

...

[Location: Emperor's Bedchamber]

The figure sitting on the golden throne slowly raised his head.

There was a dull sound of walls shifting within the bedchamber, like a beast roaring.

For a long time, behind the golden throne, a large mural revealed itself as the walls moved, depicting towering buildings.

The mural was shrouded in light, making it hard to see its contents clearly.

But one could vaguely discern it seemed to depict two groups of beings in combat against each other.

"It's finally beginning, huh..."

The Emperor's voice was hoarse: "Is it finally starting? The prologue of the great chaos."

A Legendary Iron Guard crouched beneath the golden throne and said softly:

"Your Majesty, are we finally approaching the sixth world-ending catastrophe?"

The Emperor sighed heavily and said:

"Why do you think it's the sixth catastrophe approaching?"

The Iron Guard was momentarily stunned and replied, "But haven't the other catastrophes already ended?"

The Iron Guard didn't understand the Emperor's meaning.

The first catastrophe, the destruction of the Golden Land, was over a thousand years ago.

The second catastrophe, the Cosmic Serpent, although it broke free of the Jade Phoenix Mage's seal a few times, has been behaving since.

The third catastrophe, the Felin Demon Sunflower riot, was quelled years ago by Your Majesty.

The fourth catastrophe, the birth of the dark side of the Love God, followed by the chaos of the Mad King, and the dark side of the Love God cleansed by the God of Love Church, are of no consequence.

The fifth catastrophe, the release of the Shadow God's spawn, no need to mention, with the help of the Lokeshi people, Your Majesty killed the Shadow God's spawn with minimal cost and stopped the spread of the shadow dimension on the continent.

The remaining catastrophes are only the Dungeon Demon King chosen by the Four Gods and the unknown seventh catastrophe that not even Hero Max could predict.

Lord Max, who possessed the eyes that could see through the future and the past, had laid many plans during his life to try and prevent the seven catastrophes.

In some respect, the Emperor himself was a part of Max's contingency, a crucial gate to controlling the catastrophes.

The value of Max was known only to the Ense Empire itself.

However, the Emperor shook his head and said:

"Have you never considered this question? Over a thousand years ago the Golden Land was suppressed, it's been so long...

Why did Max, who was born in later generations, 'prophesy the seven catastrophes'?"

The Legendary Iron Guard stood frozen in place, sweat beading through the clothes under his armor.

He said with dry lips, "Your, your meaning couldn't be?"

"The destruction of the Golden Land extended from the Elf Realm being suppressed over a thousand years ago, directly causing the destruction of the Elf Realm and the death of the last Elf King.

The aftermath also led to the decline of the Secret Forest over a thousand years ago.

Even though it caused such terrible consequences, it was merely suppression, not the end of the Golden Land."

The Legendary Iron Guard's mouth was slightly open, and he was horrified within:

"Then Lord Max meant..."

"None of the seven world-ending catastrophes has been completely annihilated, at best just suppressed, like the destruction of the Golden Land." The Emperor said calmly, "Suppression doesn't mean destruction. The Golden Land still exists. It will once again embark on its journey, spanning from the Elf Realm era thousands of years ago to now... Ha, luckily those elves back then were quite decisive."

There was a trace of iciness in the Emperor's eyes.

Strictly speaking, the Ense Empire, even all human kingdoms, had vendettas with the elves.

Unlike other races, the most powerful era of the Elf Realm was precisely the dark age for humanity.

However, to the elves, dwarves were too short and lacked graceful lines.

Fish-headed and human-bodied merfolk were disgusting; humans with fish tails were anomalies only occasionally tolerated.

Dragons... individually hard to defeat; engaging with them was too risky.

Put together, they barely passed for human.

It's safe to say, though elves never spoke it aloud, at their peak, most races were like pets to them.

Then... was there a race that looked much like them, even sharing a similar aesthetic, that could truly serve as their slaves?

There was.

Absolutely there was.

The flourishing period of the Elf Realm was also the time when humans became their slaves.

Unlike the eternal inferno jokes about elves in this era.

Now that's called reversed fate.

Guess why so many half-elves bear hatred towards the Elf Race?

What race's bloodline do those half-elves derive their other half from?

And why are there now only the Supreme Forest and the barely surviving Secret Forest as strongholds for elves?

After the retreat of the Elf Realm, they planned to recuperate in a region where neighboring races were weak.

So what countries surrounded them?

Tunisia, Ense, Lokeshi, Monet.

Among them, the original third of the Elven trio was sandwiched by the then undivided Monet and Lokeshi.

Although it was not annihilated, its overall strength plummeted from T0 to T2, practically indistinguishable from being destroyed.

As for the original leader, the Secret Forest, no need to mention, clashed with Tunisia at its peak, fighting out Tunisia's greatest victory since its founding, losing even the legacy of the Eternal Blade to the Supreme Forest.

Just that the Supreme Forest was slightly more restrained.

After all, the others attracted too much hatred.

But still... a thrashing was had!

During his prime, he would directly attack elves at sight.

The Emperor recalled, while the Legendary Iron Guard was drenched in sweat: "But, but..."

He originally intended to mention that the Shadow God's spawn had already been slain by the Emperor.

But seeing the Emperor's eyes, he was certain it was true.

Uh-oh!

He suddenly felt like he was placed over a boiling pot of oil.

The Emperor shook his head and said, "No need to be too concerned. As long as all goes well, the seven catastrophes will be concluded in our time."

The Legendary Iron Guard whispered, "His Highness Louis said, 'What you fear is what will come.'"

The Emperor smiled but said nothing.

There was nothing more to fear, as now he could only choose to trust the wisdom of future generations.

— Like his son-in-law.