Extraordinary Voyage-Chapter 845 - 725: Grand Duke and the Mother-of-Pearl Gilded Lion Sword (Part 2)

Chapter 845: Chapter 725: Grand Duke and the Mother-of-Pearl Gilded Lion Sword (Part 2)

However, the difficulty of the "Microcosm" is far greater than that of the "Macrocosmic World", and with the simultaneous promotion to Tier 4 in Spiritual Power, perhaps one could attempt to create something out of nothing.

Currently, both the [Badge Knight] and the [Titled Knight], along with the majority of the Extraordinary Paths, have their limits at Tier 4. Beyond that lies the elusive and indistinct Divine Domain.

Among numerous Extraordinary Paths, perhaps only the Wizards’ [Truth Embodiment] can, step by step, achieve the essential transformation from human to god. For other professions to achieve this, it would take extraordinary circumstances coupled with incredible luck for even a one in ten thousand chance.

Even for Wizards, it may require countless generations of dedication and painstaking effort. The birth of every [Truth Embodiment] is by no means accidental.

Sitting high in the sky.

Aiven felt a vague and intangible presence around his body, a presence that his Spiritual self was desperately craving. He murmured to himself:

"The Material World’s territory is just a façade, while Extraordinary Power is the essence. Standing at the pinnacle of the world, even gods... well, it’s not entirely impossible!"

A kind of ambition that had been unimaginable in the past began to grow wildly like weeds after reaching Tier 4.

...

In Phaletis mainland, St. James’s Palace.

Liweina, wearing a loose floral long dress, her golden-red hair simply tied up with a hairpin, exuding a touch of languor, stretched her charming body after handling the accumulated state affairs.

"My dear Grand Duke, can we make a deal? When it’s just the two of us, can you change back? Suddenly seeing a ’stranger’ pacing back and forth in front of me gave me a fright."

When her gaze inadvertently fell on the other person in the room, she quickly lowered her hands to cover up the sudden reveal of her charm and complained upon realizing it. 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝓮𝒘𝙚𝙗𝒏𝙤𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝒐𝙢

Her Majesty the Queen had comfortably stayed at the White Swan Castle for three months throughout the winter and was finally brought back by Aiven himself when matters in the New Continent concluded perfectly.

Naturally.

Liweina immediately gathered ministers and great nobles from the country to hold the duke conferment ceremony for Aiven, which was the highest ducal rank "Grand Duke" that a king like Liweina could grant.

In name only were there any subordinate relations left; in reality, they had already become two rulers of equal status.

On the Source Continent, the strength of nations, be it a Marquisate, Duchy, or Kingdom, was not necessarily related to noble titles. Status was determined entirely by strength.

Just like the Tulip Duchy, although it was merely a duchy and its territory was pitifully small, its status was extremely revered because it was the core of faith for the entire alliance.

Throughout the continent’s history, powerful duchies suppressing kingdoms was not uncommon.

The Galliot Duchy, located in the New Continent, was not much smaller than the overall part west of the "World Wall" on the Source Continent. Moreover, it wasn’t a colony for plundering but a solidly developing territory with great potential.

Although in terms of economy, political influence, population, culture... etc., it still lags far behind Phaletis, it has already surpassed in the number of Peak Transcendents.

"Your Majesty, what? Doesn’t this look handsome?"

A magnetic, unfamiliar voice echoed in the room.

The man speaking was gazing intently at a magnificent longsword ceremoniously placed on the weapon rack. The gilded decorations formed the shape of a lion at the hilt, not only opulent with gold but emanating an indescribable supreme majesty.

His physique was tall and robust, nearly two meters, with black eyes and black hair; his skin was white with a slight bronze tint. The facial contours were more gentle than those of the Nimansite people, resembling more a Mestizo, a mixed race between Nimansite and Atrean people.

This was, in fact, Aiven’s "new vest", modeled and optimized based on his appearance from a previous life—Thunderous Dragon Roar Sakanni—while his real self remained in the New Continent.

Compared to before, the [Badge Knight]’s command over Electromagnetic Force had exponentially increased.

As long as there was the [Mind Network], remote manipulation of this body was possible. If not in intense combat, multitasking posed no problem.

This [Eternal Shell] had an abundant Life Energy Field, appearing on the surface just like a normal Tier 4, and could transfer the soul at any time to gain complete combat power while battling opponents of the same level.

Having achieved glorious feats of slaying two Tier 4s, Aiven’s notorious reputation was on the rise, and even if word got out of his promotion to Tier 4, it would only be adding to the glory.

But after creating a new vest, he could double his deterrent power from one to two, instilling more fear in potential enemies. Additionally, with others focusing their gaze on this more elevated and unfamiliar vest, Aiven’s real self would naturally have more room to maneuver.

For now, "he" was left in the Royal Capital merely as a safeguard against the Hilus People overturning the table and sending assassins after Liweina. The close ties between the Galliot and Phaletis families meant that their fates were intertwined, more reliable than those of the Alliance’s allies.

More critically, the Tulip Islands and the Hilus Empire were separated only by the 240-kilometer-wide La Manche Strait. Where else could be better suited to watch from a safe distance as the tigers fight?

As long as the interest is large enough, jumping in personally to fish in troubled waters isn’t out of the question.

"Dare to mess with us, this time we’ll make those bastards pay!"

The two had made up their minds to be competent "Offshore Balancing Hands", the mainland’s shit-stirrers.

In the burgeoning independence of Frisia, if they didn’t let them fight for ten or eight years, maximizing the consumption of national power, it would be unjust to Tulip’s advantageous geography.

This was, in fact, part of the "Overlord Disqualification Plan."

The idea of a peaceful rise is utterly impossible unless possessing war machines that suppress civilization levels. No vested interest group would willingly accept it. Once peace is broken, tumult will follow, and naturally, the opponent should descend into chaos first.

Although there’s no clear prediction when the Hilus internal strife will happen, a prolonged stay at St. James’s Palace might be necessary.

Yet.

Despite these words, Aiven reverted to his original appearance.

Liweina’s body immediately relaxed, and she couldn’t help but tease, gazing at the longsword before him:

"The Mother-of-Pearl Gilded Lion Sword, blessed personally by the Goddess and representing the royal authority of six nations, what? Do you want it?"

All members of the royal family knew that every founding Titled Knight in the alliance’s history had once received such a significant longsword. It represented the Queen Goddess’s approval and was part of the divine right of kings.

Her good friend Anita had quietly advanced to Titled Knight, satisfying the conditions to establish a nation independently even in the Old Continent.

If the advancement had been completed through the [Seven Gods Ladder] provided by the Church, replacing the Ilya Royal Family that lacked a Kingdom Guardian to inherit the nation might not have been a major issue, but now...

"I’m indifferent about the seventh nation of the Alliance..."

Halfway through the sentence, Aiven’s body suddenly froze, as if the signal had stalled.

Meanwhile, in the current duchy capital of the New Continent, Saint Aiven City.

Clang! Clang! Clang!...

Accompanied by the chimes resounding in the void from the Holy Mountain.

A cloud mass in the sky split open like a door, and a figure with massive snow-white wings descended slowly from the heavens, accompanied by magnificent golden Holy Light.