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Chapter 86 The Power to Choose the World

Steam, transcendence, wealth, desire, power, glory, dreams, and the hope of intoxicating dreams...all of them come together to form this dazzling paradise on earth.

The capital of the Holy Emperor.

It stands in the very center of the Sapphire Kingdom, the most fertile land.

The stars bear witness to the prosperity of the kingdom.

This is a city that makes people obsessed, people sink and people can never break free. If an outsider enters the capital of the Holy Emperor for the first time, he will definitely be shocked by the frenzied style of the entire city.

If someone stands on the ground of the capital of the Holy Emperor, he will never see the sun. Any light that falls down will be cut to pieces by the dense building complexes high above the city, and then will be scattered by the shadow of the tower itself. Bit by bit nibbled away.

That's right, the tower.

Unlike the bloated and huge factory workshops in the city of steam, all the buildings in the capital of the Holy Emperor, regardless of size, are all built on tall and slender towers.

One tower after another rises from the ground, they are close to each other, extending the bridge that arches the Gothic architectural complex, and then extending as far as possible towards the sky.

It's as if...everyone in this city is chasing the starry sky above their heads crazily and with all their might...

The palace of Zechariah IX was built on the tallest tower in the center of the city.

After several centuries of repairs and expansions, the whole palace has become higher and higher, almost touching the clouds, as if the palace is really connected to the incomparably bright starry sky.

This is also the absolute symbol of supreme imperial power.

Countless years ago, the moment the legendary hero Zechariah beheaded the abyss lord with his own hands, he was recognized by the Holy Light, and surrounded by giant dragons and elves, he ascended to the supreme throne.

The giant dragon sang praises for him, and the historian opened his dragon wings that covered the sky and the sun, and recorded all the glory of the hero forever in the history books, laying the most solid foundation for the continuation of the kingdom.

The elves danced for him, and the Time Harvester gave the newborn king the most sincere blessing of fate, separating all the possibilities of disasters that the kingdom would face in the future.

With the help of giant dragons and elves, the crown and scepter that represent the royal power have been passed down from generation to generation, and at the moment when the century and the royal power alternate, each new king will repeat the practice of the first generation.

They will take the initiative to find and invite those giant dragons and elves who travel in the world, and then hold a large-scale banquet to celebrate the birth of a new generation of kings.

This practice has been continued nine times.

Right now, the entire capital of the Holy Emperor is completely busy, and with the announcement of the old king, the venue for the banquet began to be set up in the sky.

With the several neat towers around the palace as the base and foundation, a huge temporary venue that could accommodate thousands of people was built on top of it, which was Zecharia IX's request.

Naturally, the work of building the banquet venue was completely taken over by the lower-level people in the capital of the Holy Emperor.

It is said that the construction company directly protected by the Church of the Holy Light was responsible for this glorious task. Under the supervision of the person in charge of the company, countless people climbed the towering tower.

Every day, people fell from the tower and fell into meatloaf, but there was still an endless stream of ordinary people who signed up to build the banquet venue, because...the person in charge of the construction company promised at least two holy gold coins!

This is worth far more than human life.

"Autumn is coming to an end soon. After getting this money, the family will have no shortage of coal to survive this winter... I can still change my daughter into warm clothes..."

The man was carrying the plank panting, his thin body bent under the weight of the wood, but he still gritted his teeth and climbed to the top of the towering tower step by step.

After putting the plank into the special tackle and binding it, Jeff began to carefully untie the fixed rope hanging above the spreader.

This is the edge of the top of a high tower near the palace. The man’s feet are hundreds of meters in the air. Most of Jeff’s body is almost hanging outside. The only thing that keeps him from falling is the solitary zipline above his head. .

He is just a material mover, and Jeff's job is also very simple. He only needs to lift various materials from the ground, and then use the zipline to transport the materials to the center of the venue.

'Once the period is over, you get paid for yourself, and all you have to do is take a small risk. '

Jeff's mind flashed the fat smiling face of the head of the construction company.

Fuck it, where's a 'little risk'?He cursed inwardly, but complaining is nothing but complaining, work still needs to be done.

If they want money and want to survive, civilians have to bet their lives.

Jeff held his head up, trying not to look at the cliff below him, trying to focus on the zipline above his head. He had to finish this job as soon as possible, after all, other porters were still waiting behind him.

But the accident happened after all.

There was a sudden cold autumn wind blowing near the tower, and Jeff was already wearing thin clothes. He trembled and subconsciously clung to the zipline, but to make matters worse, the sudden gust of wind made the The zipline in the air shook!

And the work of moving the wood had already exhausted him, Jeff only felt his palm slip, and the whole person fell from the edge of the tower.

The man's heart went blank for a moment.

Jeff opened his eyes slightly, as if he couldn't believe the fate he was going to face next, but the exclamation of everyone in his ears was so real...and then far away.

Not surprisingly, the man would immediately turn into a puddle of fleshy flesh under the tower, but it was no big deal, too many civilians died under the tower, and the world would never remember their names.

Death is so common that even despair can keep up with it.

If... If I had retracted my body immediately... maybe I wouldn't have died...

Jeff thought to himself, but everything was irreparable. He looked numbly at the dazed world around him, and those scattered and delicately carved towers seemed to turn into cold tombstones one after another at this moment.

He fell faster and faster.

However, in the next moment, time suddenly condensed.

Jeff was stunned, he saw the green pupils of a young girl.

She was sitting in a carriage that looked extremely luxurious, wearing an off-the-shoulder black gauze dress, and her jet-black hair was entwined with silver threads and exquisite gemstones. The overall temperament of the girl was both mysterious and noble.

This feeling is very weird, obviously the distance between the two is so far, and one of them is still sitting in a closed space, but Jeff can see the girl's long skirt and her pointed ears.

Immediately afterwards, Jeff saw the girl's green pupils rippling, and the world around the man suddenly changed strangely, as if an infinite illusory mirror appeared in front of him.

"If... I leaned back the first time just now..." This thought flashed through Jeff's mind again.

Then a miracle happened so lightly.

He saw that the man in the mirror grasped the zip line and leaned back the first time the strong wind hit, thus avoiding the fate of falling to his death.

Immediately afterwards, the illusion in the mirror became real, and the fact that he fell became an illusion...

The phantom mirror disappeared.

Jeff blinked subconsciously. He was still standing on the top of the tall tower. When the strong wind hit and blew the zipline, the exclamation of everyone flooded into the man's ears like a tide.

Before he knew it, he had knelt down on the ground in tears, tears streaming down his face.

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The girl closed her eyes again and said nothing, but the driver driving the steam-guided vehicle at the front of the carriage let out his own exclamation.

"It's really amazing, Miss Violet, what a brilliant ability! You just glanced at it, and the fate of the disaster fell apart in your sight!"

The ethereal voice reverberated throughout the carriage, and the driver controlled the steam-guided vehicle to drive on the track built next to the tower, chattering endlessly with his back to the silent passengers.

"Since ancient times, elves have been a race full of possibilities. You are born to see the 'branches of the world line', and then have the ability to 'select' them..."

The coachman sighed: "It's really an enviable race... No wonder His Majesty the King invited the noble elves to this grand banquet..."

"Also, I heard that the dancing posture of the elves is quite wonderful. When you spin, the ground under people's feet will be replaced by a boundless sea of ​​flowers... Is it really so magical?"

Facing the coachman's question, the girl remained silent. Her feet were shackled by special heavy shackles. With the bumping of the car, Violet's white ankles gradually became bloody and bloody.

"Oh...you are such a dull lady." The coachman shrugged helplessly, "But it doesn't matter, of course you have the right to keep silent."

At this moment, the pope let out an ethereal laugh, and the starlight on his chaotic face shone brightly.

"After all... you are one of the most important sacrifices in the ritual."

(End of this chapter)