Chapter 882: Direct Route to the Royal City

Quietly watching the powerful figure kneeling in the void before him.

Baiyi pondered.

The current situation is already quite clear.

Emperor Charlemagne’s goal is to advance the world, becoming the king of a Tier Nine World, while also reaching a high-tier root source, also known as the divine level, himself.

This can be achieved as long as the world truly ascends.

But how can he make the alliance of five transcendent worlds that manage the World Sea ignore his violations?

Simple, he discovered a saint, and has ample evidence, hence this grand performance.

The whole notion of Prince Ji’an being invincible, defeating the World Sea Alliance’s envoys, forcing the alliance to compromise.

The idea of Charlemagne spending vast resources bribing the permanent chieftain of the World Sea Alliance, or the intricate struggles between the alliance factions, are all just a show.

Everything over these decades has been a matter of different parties needing different things.

Others may not be very clear about the inner workings, and Baiyi has not been here long, theoretically not enough time to see certain things.

But he is a saint, after all; there’s the saint’s aura lingering here.

Even the still-standing city walls of East City were constructed with the saint’s power.

This is also why Baiyi is confident he can complete his task quickly.

Just need to slaughter here, and the saint will inevitably appear.

As soon as the saint dares to emerge, some alliance members hiding in the shadows will come out, seize the saint’s trail, and begin the counter-cleanup ahead of time.

The saint organization has been dangerous in every era because, even in the current era, the saints can be called the most powerful organization.

Yet they are not invincible.

There will not be a shortage of entities reaching the world’s limit, and amid the complex relationship between dimensional turbulence and the real dimension.

Before reaching the critical point, the stronger the reality, the better it is for the Demon Realm, and the faster the world develops at its root.

If the world’s development is restricted at this time, it will become hostile to the dimensional anomaly and push the world into a sub-health state, eventually causing rebound, allowing the world to target the saint profession.

This world is somewhat distorted, like a balloon; a saint cannot let the air out ahead of time, which could lead to a lack of pressure, expanding the opening, ultimately deflating it.

They can only try to release air when the balloon is about to burst, seeking a balance between deflation and inflation.

Once this balance is wrong, this balloon would explode just the same.

And this era is like the peak period of the Ancient Gods; it’s said to be the limit, yet it falls a bit short, so what the saints need to do now is just enhance themselves, occasionally manage the world’s cries for help, and only when cataclysm approaches, do they begin violent maintenance of this world’s fragile balance.

Currently, based on the information Baiyi has, the notion of saints masquerading as powerful entities causing disruptions everywhere is about to be shattered.

No wonder this timeframe could become Ulrich’s dream realm.

This really is a crucial point, and possibly the fundamental reason leading to the saints’ extinction in this era.

After contemplating, the soul great bow behind Baiyi slowly dissipated: “Do you want to surrender?”

“Yes, under the coronation of Prince Ji’an, the Anaosai Empire seeks conquest; this city will not resist, and we hope the king refrains from deploying troops.” The City Lord did not raise his head, his aged voice trembling slightly.

Upon seeing Baiyi, this City Lord never thought of stalling through resistance, so more people could evacuate.

The infamy of Prince Ji’an is well-known even within the World Sea Alliance’s sphere of influence.

After all, the World Sea Alliance is the true hegemonic force; in the entirety of the known World Sea, there’s no place they can’t govern.

However, Prince Ji’an killed an envoy of the World Sea and defeated the accompanying powerful beings, and yet still lives well.

This has even sparked some rebellious voices within the World Sea, which is a blow to the prestige of the World Sea Alliance.

Yet Prince Ji’an still lives well.

This fact explains everything.

Blocking him would be instantly erased; even going all out would yield the same result.

If he were to provoke this infamously ruthless individual, whose aura is so poisonously feared even by elemental power, not a single person in the entire city might be spared.

Such incidents have happened before. Those forces that resisted during Prince Ji’an’s arrival were mostly wiped out without a single survivor.

After many such events, even the commands, soldiers, and other presences within the Anaosai Empire hold a fear of Prince Ji’an.

If it weren’t for Carl actively blocking information, the ordinary citizens of the Anaosai Empire wouldn’t be so unfamiliar with Prince Ji’an’s title, and there wouldn’t be so many supposedly treacherous rumors.

As for soldiers and officers…

Prince Ji’an does kill people, and anyone daring to spread rumors is essentially seeking death.

If there really are foolish people quietly saying: [I’ll tell you a secret, don’t tell others], then they would also die very quickly.

Carl wouldn’t allow any statements that could agitate Prince Ji’an’s madness to reach his ears.

After giving it some thought, Baiyi raised his hand.

The old City Lord was instantly seized and forcibly placed on the throne’s steps.

“What you said makes sense; the populace is also my asset.” Baiyi nodded: “Issue the order now, and turn off that shield.”

The East City Lord momentarily paused; his wrinkled face appeared even more aged, but he did not defy Baiyi’s order, nodding: “Yes, my king.”

He took out a magic creation, operated it a few times, and a milky-white light beam instantly shot out from the instrument, crashing against the massive shield.