August 5, 1860, Paris, on the banks of the Seine.

The grand dome is carved with elaborate frescoes, the afternoon sun shines through the stained-glass windows and transforms into something like holy light, and in the grand hall, Anatol, dressed in classical robes, sits on a black stone pedestal beneath the statue of the deity, silently meditating.

Far away in Mosk, the news of Mavi's accession to the throne of the Pope has arrived, and Katerina has become king of the entire Romanov kingdom, Anatole knows that after his escape, this will all be inevitable.

In the days since he returned to Paris from Tver, he has been thinking about the course of the war.

What's the problem?

Why did the powerful Cult of Wisdom lose to the Church of Truth?

Is it because of the family of the ancient gods?

No....

Anatole did not think so, he felt that although the family of the old gods had helped the Church of Truth, it was not decisive, and that the real reason for the failure of the Cult of Wisdom God....

In the king, in the body of Archbishop Henry.

The people of the Romanov kingdom followed the Church of Truth, and all their faults were committed by Archbishop Henry?

In the final analysis, it was Paul I and the aristocracy that triggered popular resentment, and the wrong policies upset the social balance and eventually led to the outbreak of the uprising.

This also made Anatole deeply aware that the relationship between the church, the kingdom and the people could not only be maintained by the church, but more importantly, the king appeared in the eyes of the people.

A good king can definitely win the support of the people!

Mavi's success is indispensable to Katerina's help, and Katerina's ability to become king is also due to Mavi's success.

The church and the kingdom are mutually fulfilling and complementing each other, not the pyramidal power structure that Anatole previously thought.

If Paul I had been a good king and loved by the people, the Church of Truth would not have had the opportunity to develop....

Anatole remembered the king of the kingdom of Popon - Ivan XIV.

Was Ivan XIV a good king?

Anatole didn't think so, but Ivan XIV was definitely a 'good dog', and he listened and did whatever the church said.

But the problem is that there doesn't seem to be a talent in the Cult of Wisdom who can inspire the people like Katerina, and if Ivan XIV can't inspire the people to fight, where will the Kingdom of Bourbon go?

The rise of the Church of Truth is a foregone conclusion, the god of the apocalypse Nereida is still missing, and the Apocalypse Divine System that has lost the main god has long been divided and not united enough, and how to deal with the turbulent international situation in the future has become an important issue that Anatole must prioritize.

A good and powerful king who can help the church in every way.

Who in the kingdom of Popon has the potential to be a good king?

No....

"What we need is not potential stocks, but immediate combat power that can make an immediate difference." Anatole muttered under his breath.

"What did you say?"

In the corner, Archbishop Fai, who was silently reciting the doctrine and praying sincerely, raised his head and looked at Anatole on the black throne suspiciously, he did not hear the oracle descended from the other party.

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"Fay."

"I'm here."

"In the history of the Popang Kingdom, which king was the most beloved by the people?"

"Of course it's the great Emperor Bonaparte...."Fai blurted out, and without thinking about it, his body trembled, and he quickly added: "Please don't get me wrong, I mean, although Emperor Bonaparte is great, he still can't compare with you...."

"Where is he?"

"He...."

Hearing this question, Fai was stunned for a moment: "He... Died decades ago. ”

"Where is he buried?"

"Les Invalides, in Paris."

"Take me there."

Fai immediately put down his teachings, stood up, and led the way ahead: "Are you going to visit the coffin of Emperor Bonaparte?" ”

"What is there to visit in the coffin?" Anatole said lightly, "I'm going to recall his soul." ”

Fai, who was walking in front, shuddered for a moment and slowly turned his head: "What do you mean.... Let Emperor Bonaparte be reborn? ”

"Yes."

"What about His Majesty Ivan XIV?"

"What we need now is not an obedient dog, but a ferocious wolf, Fai." Anatole narrowed his eyes and said, "Dogs can be cultivated at any time, wolves, but there is no one in a thousand miles." ”

As Fai said Emperor Bonaparte, Anatole suddenly remembered that he had an impression of the name.

Belief in God can hear the prayers of believers, and at a certain time when the seal has not yet been broken, the name of Emperor Bonaparte has appeared in Anatoer's mind countless times, and he did not take this name to heart at that time, and now....

It seems that the moment has come when he is needed.

Les Invalides is located on the south bank of the Seine, not far from Notre-Dame Cathedral, where Anatole is located, at least in the area of Paris, and soon he arrived at the Place des Invalides in the presence of Fai.

The guards in charge of guarding the gate did not recognize Anatole, but they all knew Archbishop Fai, and they did not dare to prevent Archbishop Fai from entering Les Invalides.

In the crypt of the cemetery, twelve white jade pillars surround the forest, carved with reliefs, and each white jade pillar records the glorious battles of Emperor Bonaparte.

In the center of the tomb, on the central stone platform surrounded by twelve white jade pillars, a lacquered red coffin is placed quietly, white candles are burning on the surrounding walls, and the dim yellow light is sprinkled on the surface of the lacquered red coffin, which is like a mirror.

Anatole wandered through the tomb, reading the records on the white jade pillars one by one, and he looked slowly, but satisfied.

"Napoleon Bonaparte, indeed, was a great emperor."

After a long time, Anatole read the life experience of the owner of the coffin and gave a pertinent assessment: "He deserves to be reborn, and he should be reborn, lying in a narrow coffin is not the treatment that an emperor deserves..."

Touching the red coffin with his palm, Anatole nodded his head and raised his arm slightly...

Click!

Click!

Click!

One by one, the rivets flew up, the coffin was opened layer by layer, and the outer coffin hewn out of red porphyry was the first to float, followed by the second layer of white iron coffin lid and mahogany coffin lid.....

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Counting the outermost layer of the red porphyry coffin, Emperor Bonaparte's ship-shaped coffin has seven layers, symbolizing his supreme glory and power.

When the last oak lid was opened, Anatole saw Emperor Bonaparte lying quietly with his hands in front of his abdomen, and even after all these years, the body was still lifelike and showed no signs of decay.

"In his mouth, he had a black stone in his mouth." "According to the texts, this black stone is effective in preventing the body from decomposing, but there is very little left, and the previous pope took one out in honor of Emperor Bonaparte," said Archbishop Fay. ”

"It's not the Black Stone, it's the crystal that was concluded when the souls of the undead died.... There's no specific name, just call it Blackstone. ”

Anatole, apparently aware of the power of the black stone, looked at Emperor Bonaparte lying in the coffin and asked softly, "Who is his enemy?" ”

"Enemy...."Fai licked his lips, not quite understanding: "I haven't heard of any enemies of Emperor Bonaparte, if you want to say that he hates the most.... It was supposed to be Marshal Marmont who betrayed him. ”

"Is Marmont still alive? If he died, where was his grave? ”

Fai called the administrator and staff of Les Invalides and inquired about it, and said, "Marshal Marmont must have been buried in Venice, Kingdom of Sardinia." ”

"Well, Fay, before I return, look for the relatives of Emperor Bonaparte and the soldiers who have been loyal to him so far."

"Yes."

Anatoer's body turned into a black mist and dissipated, and seeing him leave, Fai hurriedly began to prepare.

At dusk that day, a tomb located in Venice, the Kingdom of Sardinia, suddenly burst open, and with one arm, picked up the head that had long been turned into white bones in the coffin.

The caretaker of the cemetery sat to the side, looking at the young man who suddenly appeared in front of him with a pale face, as if he had seen a ghost, and his whole body trembled.

Fortunately, the young man ignored his thoughts, and when he got the head, he turned into a black mist and disappeared.

In the middle of the night, Anatole reappeared in the crypt of the Invalides cemetery and saw the old man and woman following Fai.

"Which of you is a blood relative of Emperor Bonaparte?"

"It's me." The woman standing behind Fai raised her hand.

"Good."

Anatole waved his arm, and the woman's neck burst instantly, as if it had been cut by a big knife, and a hideous and terrifying wound appeared, and blood gushed out instantly, and under Anato's guidance....

Merged into the red coffin.

The woman didn't even have time to scream, she fell to the ground, her body twitched, her mouth was wide open, and her throat kept making a low 'ho-ho' sound, and her originally warm body became exhausted, and when the last drop of blood flew out, she had turned into a withered and dried corpse.

This scene stunned everyone, including Fai, except for Anato, who looked indifferent.

Inside the coffin, blood wrapped the body of Emperor Bonaparte, attached to the surface of the corpse, and kept flowing.

Anator raised the white bone skull in his hand, and a huge six-pointed star array spread out beneath his feet, encompassing the entire crypt of the tomb.

"The blood of loved ones, the limbs that enemies are forced to give..."

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The white bones trembled, turning into powder and scattering into the coffin, mixed with the blood.

"And the hearts of the faithful..."

Anatole looked at the last man and asked, "Are you willing to give your heart for the rebirth of Emperor Bonaparte?" You will forever be a part of the body of Emperor Bonaparte, and you will enjoy the honor with him and the supreme power that I have bestowed upon him. ”

"I do!"

The old man, who had recovered from his fright, heard the word 'rebirth', and his emotions instantly became excited: "I am willing to sacrifice my heart for Emperor Bonaparte!" ”

"It seems that he is really a much-loved emperor."

Anatole nodded, stretched out his hand, pulled out the old man's heart, and threw it into the coffin.

"Finally, the voluntary sacrifice of flesh and blood by the gods will recall the soul of the deceased, so that he can escape from the ashes of the realm of death and reappear in the world..."

Despite his words, Anatole didn't really cut off his own flesh, but only cut off a handful of hair and put it in the coffin.

The six-pointed star array suddenly brightened, and the blood in the coffin was stirring, as if it was boiling, and it was quickly absorbed by the corpse, and soon, the six-pointed star array was dim, and all the blood flowing in the coffin disappeared.

There was a dead silence in the crypt of the tomb, and suddenly, Emperor Bonaparte opened his eyes, grabbed the wall of the coffin, and slowly sat up from the coffin.

His eyes were blank, still in the midst of awakened ignorance and numbness.

"I have given you a new life."

Anatole whispered, "Remember my name, Anatole, now, you should go and deal with the soldiers pouring in from outside, so that the world can witness your return...."

Emperor Bonaparte stood up from the coffin, spit out the black stone in his mouth, threw it on the ground, and instead took the boat-shaped military hat in the coffin and put it on his head.

Meanwhile....

Outside the crypt of the tomb, dense footsteps sounded, soldiers armed with guns, surrounded the Invalides, Anatol's actions in the crypt of the tomb aroused the royal family's idea, Ivan XIV led his own guards to quickly arrive, intending to stop this.

Pity....

Late.

When Emperor Bonaparte walked out of the crypt of the tomb, the soldiers took a step back at the same time, their eyes extremely frightened.

Ivan XIV's eyes widened and he screamed: "Shoot him!" I order you to shoot! Shoot!!! ”

"You guys...."

Emperor Bonaparte moved his stiff body, looked at the countless soldiers around him and said, "Do you really want to shoot your own emperor?" ”

"I am the Emperor of the Kingdom of Popang! You're long dead!! ”

Seeing that the soldiers did not move and did not obey their orders, Ivan XIV was furious, he snatched the rifle from the hand of one of the soldiers, aimed it at Emperor Bonaparte, and pulled the trigger.

Bang!

Bullet....

Brushing the cheeks of Emperor Bonaparte and flew over, it seemed that even the bullets were afraid of the majesty of this emperor, Emperor Bonaparte touched the blood stains on his face, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "I'm back, my soldiers, let the Kingdom of Bonaparte shine again, and I will lead the Gauls to the top again!" If you are still faithful to me and believe in me..."

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One of the soldiers suddenly dropped the rifle in his hand and knelt down: "Long live the emperor!! ”

"Long live Emperor Bonaparte!!"

The soldiers turned against him and gathered in front of Emperor Bonaparte, with deafening cheers.

Ivan XIV, who attempted to murder the emperor, was arrested, and the murder of the emperor was a capital crime, waiting for him ....

It will be a guillotine on the Rhine!

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10 August, Kingdom of Sardinia, Rome.

Thick dark clouds hung overhead, and on the top of the mountains, the nuns, holding burning white candles in their hands, walked down the stone steps and paths in black clothes, towards the ancient temple at the top of the mountain.

The shovel dug through the earth and dug out an ancient coffin buried deep in the temple, the sky was covered with dark clouds, thunder fell from time to time, and the wind shuttled through the temple, and the candles that should have been extinguished flickered as the six-pointed star array unfolded.

The surface of the ancient coffin is full of patterns left by craftsmen, and no one notices that the rivets of the coffin remain traces left when it was opened, and a figure wrapped in a cloak stepped forward, raised his arm flat, and the coffin lid burst open, revealing the ashes left behind after cremation.

"That name will be remembered in that day..."

With the sound of the body falling heavily, the blood gathered in the coffin, and the cloaked figure, with a hoarse and dull voice, cut off the little thumb of his right hand, and fell into the coffin where the blood flowed:

"He.... is a good military commander, he .... is a good dictator, he .... conquered Gaul, Egypt, Greece...."

"His death is a pain for everyone..."

"His return will lead the people of Sardinia to the top of the world!"

"His name is...."

"Caesar!"