After the full level, my soft rice system is long overdue

The princess in a pitch-black military uniform came in front of Charles, her voice remained cold, as if the previous bloody battle hadn't affected her in the slightest.

"I finally caught up with you."

Charles smiled: "Congratulations, if Claude and Sylvia knew about it, they would probably be envious of you."

Isabella curled up a strand of silver hair that fell to her ear with her fingers, unconsciously playing with it; "What do you think is a better name for my legendary title?"

Every legend in the Western Continent has its own legendary title, and the best of them have more than one legendary title.

Shire's [Arcane Lord], [The Root of Forbidden Curse], and [The Guardian of the Stars] belong to this category.

Charles thought for a while: "Cangyin Sword Master?"

Isabella thought for a moment: "Although it is intuitive enough, it always feels more like the title of a lonely adventurer, and it lacks a sense of majesty."

"Then—the Cangyin Throne?"

A smile appeared on the corner of Isabella's mouth, the frost melted, and it was so beautiful.

"Sounds pretty good."

She looked at Xi'er, who was taking out a small notebook not far away, and was writing information quickly, with a little surprise in her eyes; "Underage Dragon of the Night?"

"Well, Augustia's sister."

Isabella nodded. As the third imperial daughter of the empire, she is no stranger to behemoths in the shadow world like the Shadow Council.

Isabella had met Augustia a few times before because of Shire's relationship.

Then, she turned her attention to the ashen-faced followers of the Iron Moon Sect.

"So, what my Uncle Andrew launched earlier was really the method of the evil god?"

Charles nodded: "That's right, and to be precise, what they borrowed before was only a clone from the evil god and the believers' own power of faith."

Isabella frowned slightly: "Avatar?"

"Yes, avatar."

"As for the real master, he hasn't actually appeared yet."

Charles looked out of the window, at the night sky that was dimming a little bit, the corner of his mouth curled up: "However, he probably can't sit still."

Charles spent so much energy this time, and even went out of his way to sneak into the sect as an undercover agent.

Its goal is naturally not as simple as destroying a cult stronghold and killing a mere clone of an evil god.

The so-called fishing for big fish with a long line, Shire's purpose-naturally is the evil god himself named Iron Moon.

……

"It's getting foggy?"

Suddenly, a nobleman spoke suspiciously.

People looked around, only to find that at some point, the gray-white mist had dispersed silently.

This kind of mist looks quite similar to the power of Prince Andrew's eruption before, but the scale is countless times larger, covering the entire Hailan Mansion in a gray mist.

Not only the Hailan mansion, but even the mountains around the mansion were covered by the thick fog, and only the majestic silhouette could be vaguely seen.

Snapped--

Snapped--

Snapped--

There was a slight applause.

People looked towards the source of the sound, but only saw a silver-haired young man in his early thirties who looked elegant and easy-going in court robes.

He was clapping his hands and walked to the center of the hall step by step.

"Second prince?"

Someone spoke suspiciously.

His Royal Highness the Second Prince had been in the Hailan Mansion from the very beginning, but most of the nobles hadn't paid much attention to him.

The reason is that this prince's talent in all aspects is inconspicuous, not to mention compared with the most shining Isabella, even among other princes, he is not outstanding.

If the only impression the nobles have of him is that he has a gentle temperament and never takes the initiative to make enemies.

However, in this world where extraordinary power exists——

Simple and gentle temperament does not make enemies, if there is no backing with matching strength, it is no different from a lamb to be slaughtered.

It was also because of this that the second prince was chosen by Prince Andrew to be the puppet king.

It is precisely because of his gentle temperament and easy-to-control characteristics.

If Prince Andrew's plan succeeds and the second prince ascends to the throne of God, then even if he is a puppet supported by Prince Andrew, he is the lord of a country after all, and the nobles will give him a little favor.

It's just that Prince Andrew himself is gone now.

I don't know what the second prince wants to do when he jumps out at this moment without thinking about protecting himself?

Among the crowd, only Prince Andrew, who had fallen to the ground and had been restrained by the nobles with ropes and was about to offer it to Isabella as a surrender, suddenly opened his eyes wide.

"It's you--"

Although Prince Andrew's Power of Faith bonus was also taken away by Charles, he was already at the eighth level before, so he was much better than the weak appearance of the leader of the cult.

He stared at the second prince, and said slowly; "I remembered, when I was preparing for tonight's banquet, when I was in urgent need of high-end extraordinary combat power, I happened to be on the line with the Iron Moon Sect -"

"At the time, I thought it was a coincidence, but now that I think about it, it was you who secretly connected me to the Iron Moon Sect."

"It seems that I underestimated you, and the nobles in the entire imperial capital underestimated you."

The second prince shook his head: "As expected of Uncle Andrew, who can secure the position of prince under the prying eyes of many nobles, even if he can deceive you for a while, he still cannot hide it from you for the rest of his life."

He stretched out his hand slightly.

The next moment, a gray-white ray of light emerged from the void, sinking straight into Prince Andrew's chest with a sense of death.

Prince Andrew's face turned pale in an instant, and he lost the breath of life just like that.

The nobles were in an uproar and scattered in a hurry.

Although Prince Andrew was defeated, he was a true eighth rank after all. Even without the protection of the power of faith, he was still a real strongman, only one step away from being a quasi-legendary.

To be able to be deprived of life so lightly, even an ordinary legend cannot do it.

What's the matter? How come legends that we haven't seen once in several years appear one after another tonight.

……

Among the fleeing crowd, only Isabella and Charles stood still.

Isabella frowned slightly, examining her elder brother in front of her.

And Shire shook his head: "Anyway, he is also a strong man who can reach the pinnacle of quasi-legendary after being blessed. His Royal Highness the Second Prince is a bit too extravagant."

"Luxury?" The second prince looked at Xia Er with a smile that made people feel like a spring breeze.

However, at this moment, such a smile was reflected in the eyes of the surrounding nobles, and echoed with Prince Andrew's pale corpse, it seemed extremely creepy.

"This kind of cannon fodder that is forcibly stuffed into a quasi-legendary with the power of faith is not uncommon for the master. As long as the power of faith is enough, it can be mass-produced indefinitely."

The second prince looked at Charles and Isabella, still with a gentle smile: "However, you are different."

"Legendary Road is not fake——"

"The birth of every legend is a unique and unrepeatable miracle in this world."

He stretched out his hand towards the two of them: "Xiare, little sister, you are all valued by the Lord. Do you want to consider becoming the Lord's favored ones?"

"Don't worry, legends are a rare existence even for the Lord, and he will never use rough methods such as brainwashing like treating ordinary believers."

"Charles, you can still be your deputy tower master of the black tower, and I can also support you, little sister, to become the master of the Alan Empire."

"And you can also get from the Lord the way to break through the legend, ignite the divine fire, and embark on the road to becoming a god."

The second prince looked sincerely; "Believe me, this is a choice that benefits both of us."

However, what responded to him was only Isabella's awe-inspiring words.

"Even when the Seven Gods of Dawn existed, the Alan Empire never believed in gods."

"In this country where human beings support each other and become self-reliant, there is no shelter for the gods above."

The second prince looked at Charles.

Charles shrugged: "I am the same as our leader."

"Is that so—" the second prince said with a hint of regret, "That's really a pity."

Every legend is a person with a firm mind, and once a decision is made, it will never waver.

In other words, those who are half-hearted and not firm enough will not be able to become legends.

The second prince naturally understood this truth, so he didn't continue wasting his tongue.

In his eyes, a pale and dead light flickered, looking straight at Charles.

"Charle—because of my sister, I have known you since you were an adventurer—"

"Then, I witnessed with my own eyes that you grew from a little-known little wizard to the Deputy Tower Master of the Black Tower remembered by the entire Western Continent in just a few years."

"So, I can understand your current confidence, your current calm..."

"You are different from other legends in the Western Continent."

"For them, it will be difficult for a long time, but for you, it will be easy to break through—"

"And your growth experience along the way has been so smooth that you have never faced a real powerful enemy—"

"Even if some of the enemies you encounter seem dangerous to outsiders, they are actually just a difficult challenge for you."

"And this is your greatest weakness—"

The second prince's words sounded slowly.

"You are too arrogant."

"You arrogantly think that your infiltration into the Order will go unnoticed—"

"So even if you have discovered my existence, you still let me do things and completed various preparation ceremonies, because you think that with your strength that surpasses other legends, no matter what situation and changes you face, you have the ability to suppress everything confidence."

"Normally speaking, this should be the case."

The second prince stared at Charles and narrowed his eyes slightly: "But, you never thought of—"

"Through the oracle of the Lord, I have long known of your existence."

"According to the original plan, even if Uncle Andrew's plan fails and someone else assumes the throne of the Alan Empire, I shouldn't expose myself."

"However, since you appeared, the oracle of the Lord has changed..."

"At all costs, I will turn you into a believer in the Lord—"

"In other words, in the eyes of the Lord, getting you is more important than the entire empire of believers!"

……

boom--

A horrified aura soared into the sky, stirring away the clouds in the distance.

"Look out the window!"

Some nobles shouted in panic.

People hurriedly looked out of the window, but only saw the night sky that was originally brilliant with stars, but at this moment the light suddenly faded.

The stars disappeared, and only a crimson full moon hung high in the sky.

The second prince stood above the void, and the blood moon hung high behind him, with gray metal textures covering most of the moon's surface, pale and bloody intertwined, looking strange and depressing.

Everyone understood that it was not the real moon, but a projection or a symbol condensed by magic power.

However, that blood moon was so real——

At this moment, the original moon is completely replaced, exuding endless majesty.

Even if it is the legendary power, it is far from being able to compare with it.

"It's not a clumsy method like the projection made by the power of faith, but the half body of the Lord came across the plane—"