Twenty days later, at night.

The Rose Lion Royal Manor, the old king's refuge.

A court mage whispered to the old king Debairu: "Your Majesty Debairu, the Anthony Master of Thanksgiving Island has sent a message again, there is absolutely no problem with the reincarnation witch circle prepared for you, as long as the coronation ceremony is completed, you can go to Thanksgiving Island to become an immortal spellcaster." ”

Hearing this report, the old king Debairu showed a flushed face.

King?

Hehehehe, that's just a puppet that Tyre puts in the foreground, and it's also a puppet who can't have his own thoughts, Debairu doesn't want to be it for a long time, but as an ordinary person, only by becoming a king can he mobilize enough resources and have the opportunity to control his own destiny.

If it weren't for sitting in the position of king, he Debairu an ordinary person could command Edmondson, the lord of demonic energy?

Can he get the legendary Anthony to prepare for his own reincarnation?

Debairu used his years as a king and the power in his hands to transport a large number of supplies urgently needed by ordinary people to Thanksgiving Island in the open sea.

The island of Thanksgiving is full of rebels who have turned their backs on the true god of Tyr, and any trade with the island of Thanksgiving is a rebellion against the gods.

Debairu took advantage of his position as king to deal with these matters with ease.

Thanks to Anthony, the most powerful mage on the island, who once led the confrontation with the true god of Tyre during the rebellion of the Seven Kings, he received the benefits of Debairu for many years, and of course he had to do things for Debairu.

Now that Anthony has finally completed the reincarnation of the Witch Formation, Debairu can finally usher in his new life.

He only needs to hand over the angelic crown on his head and give it to his son Charles, and he will be able to completely get rid of the identity of an ordinary person and become an immortal spellcaster.

His Majesty the Witch King Debairu.

This will be the new identity of His Majesty Debairu, who will usher in a new birth of freedom.

Early the next morning.

Crown Prince Charles bathed and changed clothes, put on the king's formal attire, dressed in a luxurious robe, holding the angelic crown given by his father, His Majesty the old king Debairu, and slowly walked into the main temple under the protection of a large number of temple knights and high-ranking monks.

On the Staircase of Light, there is a high-ranking monk every three steps, and then through the cloister step by step into the Hall of Light.

No one was seated on the first seat of the Hall of Light, and Cardinal Cellio, one of the Three Sages on the ground, who was supposed to be sitting there, stood humbly on the side of the Hall of Light.

Charles walked to the center of the Hall of Light, where Cardinal Celio raised his hands to the sky and shouted, "My God." ”

The singers of the Temple of the Gods sang in unison, singing songs of praise to the gods.

When the hymn is played over and over again.

High in the sky of the main shrine, a spatial door opened.

Dazzling light fell through the spatial door.

In the midst of the light, a six-winged holy angel descended slowly in the midst of the hymn.

The six-winged divine angel was suspended in mid-air, and the wings composed of six pairs of holy light stretched and danced throughout the Hall of Light.

A voice that was neither male nor female sounded.

"Will you accept the sending of my God?"

Charles took a deep breath and held the tray in his hand aloft, then opened his eyes and looked up at the Seraphim.

Frankly and openly look at him.

"I do."

Charles sang in an aria aloud:

"Send me, O God of Tyr."

"I ask to be your partner."

"No matter how high the mountain is or how far the road is, I am willing to work hard."

"Send me, O God of Tyr."

"To the place you pointed, no matter how high the waves are and how wild the wind is, I am willing to never look back."

"Send me, send me."

"Thou hast sent me for the sake of millions of souls."

"Send me, send me."

"You sent me to protect the human world"

The divine light in the eyes of the six-winged divine angel slowly converged, and the god's mind-reading technique told him that everything the new king Charles said was true, and he was absolutely loyal to the true god of Tyr.

The crown of angels in Charles's hand slowly rose.

All the way up to mid-air.

The crown of the angels shines brightly.

Debairu on the observation deck in the distance felt that he was missing a sacred cloak from his body.

The Seraphim Holy Angel has unbound the Angel Crown from himself.

From now on, he will no longer be protected by the true god of Tyr, and at the same time, he will no longer be under the attention of the true god of Tyr.

This is both a sacred cloak and a sacred shackle.

In the main shrine of the Duchy of Florence, the sacred coronation ceremony is still taking place.

Voices that were neither male nor female sounded again.

"New King Charles, my God says, Thou hast been sent by my God, and thy life shall be secured."

The new king Charleston felt that he was covered with a sacred cloak, and any attack that would cause him fatal damage would trigger the divine protection, under which he could not be harmed in the slightest, and of course, he could not move during this time.

"New King Charles, my God says, Thou art sent by my God, and thy authority shall be secured."

Two archangels holding crystal swords emerged from the holy light, and the two archangels turned into two blazing white holy lights and entered the angelic crown.

"New King Charles, my God says, Thou art sent by my God, and thy strength shall be feared by the world."

A four-winged battle angel emerged from the light, and also turned into an intense blazing white light and threw itself into the angelic crown.

Charles's heart jumped, he remembered that his father Debairu had told him that the Angel Crown would have divine protection and two archangels to settle in, but he never said that there would also be a four-winged battle angel who would also settle in the Angel Crown.

This shows that Till's favor and trust in the royal family are indeed growing day by day.

However, in any case, having an additional four-winged battle angel whose strength has reached the apex of the main material plane is a good thing for himself after all.

With the hymn, the angelic crown slowly lowered and was placed on the head of the new king, Charles.

Magnificent voices resounded throughout the city.

"Glory and admiration are yours."

At the same time, the city began to rejoice, and the whole city of Parthenon began to celebrate the new king Charles.

There is a nine-story stargazing tower in the Rose Lion Manor, which is the tallest building in the entire Rose Lion, and from the observation deck of the stargazing building, you can clearly see the main shrine of Parthenon.

In the main shrine, the holy light surged, and it was clear that the coronation ceremony was underway.

The old king Debairu sat in the center, and Queen Angela sat beside her, and on her lap crawled a large gray and white civet cat, lazily enjoying Angela's petting, and meowing from time to time.

The old king and queen were surrounded by four court ladies who served them.

After a long time.

Magnificent voices resounded throughout the city.

"Glory and admiration are yours."

The old king Debairu, who was familiar with the coronation process, breathed a long sigh of relief and said, "It's over." ”

The old king's voice had just fallen.

Queen Angela, who was sitting on the side, patted the big tanuki in her arms.

The tanuki made a meow sound and jumped off Queen Angela's body.

Then Angela stood up directly after finishing and untied her silk belt under the puzzled gaze of the old king.

Just when there was a hint of restlessness in the old king's heart, which he should not have at his age.

Queen Angela was already teleporting behind him.

The silk belt wrapped around the old king's neck like a snake.

Then Queen Angela pulled hard.

As an ordinary person, after the old king Debairu lost the attention and protection of the gods, where could he withstand the neck of Angela Ranger, who was at the peak of the conjunction.

The tongue is stuck out on the spot, and the eyes are bulging.

Among the four court maids around, a beautiful court maid reached out and pulled out two long knives from her long skirt.

The knife was swung like a silver knife flower that suddenly bloomed.

In an instant, the other three palace maids were stabbed in the neck and fell to a pool of blood.

"Old thing, if you die like this, then forget it, but you still have a plan to be reincarnated, so you can only be sent to the road in advance." Queen Angela said with a look of hatred.

I am an author with dreams and ideals, and I will never change the storyline because of 10,000 starting coins and a little monthly pass. In other words, the image of the character is about to be reversed, and when will the 10,000 starting coins promised by the bigwigs be rewarded.