Vmmmmm—
The Heaven's Emperor warship abruptly turned. Though smaller in tonnage than the Celestial Fortress, it was far more agile. All eight dragonhead cannons locked onto the Imperial fleet, poised like a gleaming white sword pressed to the enemy's throat.
"A national divine relic… Why is it targeting us?"
All the NPCs aboard the Imperial warships stood frozen, a chilling dread spreading through their bones. Their programmed minds couldn't comprehend this sudden betrayal.
"Empress!! You—!!" Jenonis's sinister smile froze on his face.
"A corpse of a pope dares rule this empire? I, Ursula, will not allow it."
The sweetness vanished from Ursula's face, replaced with cold, unwavering resolve. No one despised the Holy Light Church more than she did. Her people had been enslaved, tortured, and broken. She had played the game of power for decades, bearing the sins of survival.
For this moment.
She would remake the Light Dragon Empire.
Guild chat lit up.
