King-Chapter 1118 - 169: Near East Beacon Fires

The curtain was raised, and Hudson quietly returned to the Snow Moon Territory. The news of the "Inherited Artifacts’ disappearance" combined with the "establishment of a new Clergy" had shocked the entire Continent.

The previously sensational Heresy Turmoil was suddenly suppressed. Compared to the two major events that had impacted the future layout of the Human Race, discussions of heresy had become negligible.

Similar claims occurred almost every year. Arcanists, who were wholeheartedly committed to the pursuit of truth and were harmlessly adorable, often became heretics primarily because of their loose tongues.

In fact, this was a key difference between Arcanists and Magicians. Everyone was in pursuit of the truth, but Arcanists were more radical about it.

It wasn’t just about daring to think; they also dared to put their ideas into practice, and what was worse, they often couldn’t control their own speech.

In terms of cultivation, Arcane and Magic were very close. At least in Hudson’s view, these two seemingly different professions essentially shared the same core.

Magicians weren’t necessarily good Arcanists, but Arcanists were definitely outstanding Magicians. Especially the older Magicians who had reached the end of their path and struggled to break through, many chose to cross over.

Having a constant flow of tap water was what allowed the Arcanists to survive, despite suppression from the Clergy.

Compared to other "heretical professions," which had declined over the years.

Frank Kingdom and Alpha Kingdom supported the Arcane Academy, largely because these wild Arcanists were top figures in major forces within the country.

After all, besides the occasional rant, Arcanists spent most of their time researching and seldom had time to cause trouble.

This was something other heretical professions could not compare with.

Aside from the few heretical professions that were branded by the Clergy to spread their faith, most heretical professions were genuinely heretical.

To support new forces against the Clergy, it was natural to choose those with strong power and minimal social harm.

"Tom, send out an order to summon the frontline generals to a meeting here in three days."

Having barely warmed his seat upon his return to his territory, Hudson immediately gave the order.

The Heresy Turmoil was settled, but the internal situation within the Human Race had become increasingly chaotic.

Major forces were looking for ways to vie for the Inherited Artifacts, worsening already tense international relations.

If it weren’t for the presence of the Alien Coalition, which somewhat mitigated the infighting among the Human Race, the Clergy would probably have already clashed with the Frank Kingdom by now.

What both parties were fighting for was no longer just about interests, but about the "Divine Right of Law," which was vital for the survival of the Clergy. The Clergy had absolutely no room to retreat.

As the instigator, Alpha Kingdom also followed the stream. Pretending to be ignorant, they dispatched Treasure Hunting Teams to search for the Inherited Artifacts everywhere.

The entire Human World was in one word—chaotic.

During such sensitive times, what needed to be guarded against most was the Different Races taking advantage of the situation.

Hudson wasn’t worried about the Alien Coalition; if this heavyweight moved, it could immediately pause the infighting among the Human Race.

While there was chaos, the top levels of the major forces weren’t fools. Each one had significant clan and business interests to consider, weighing the pros and cons was necessary.

Although it seemed like there was fierce infighting, everyone was actually still in the verbal stage.

The major conflict was merely between the Clergy and Frank Kingdom each controlling their sock puppets to stir up trouble in each other’s territory.

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In the Jade Palace, Caesar IV was being surrounded by a group of old-timers, all set to force the King into a few months of bedrest with just one disagreeing word.

Leading them, Robert’s face was steel-blue as he glared at Caesar IV. Having just overcome the Sanctuary’s bottleneck and ready to make a significant impact, he couldn’t believe that the Kingdom had declared him "dead."

All those present were listed as the deceased. The major Clans within the Kingdom had even sent out their condolences.

Watching the eager crowd and feeling his own frailty, Caesar IV instantly lost his temper.

"Ladies and gentlemen, this is a long story. Your sudden disappearance and the spread of heretical speech across the Continent put immense pressure on the Kingdom.

The evidence fell into the enemy’s hands, making it impossible for us to refute the claims. Even trying to refute them would have made the situation worse.

Under such dire circumstances, we had no choice but to blame the Orcs for everything!"

Caesar IV said, trying to appear calm.

As the King, he couldn’t lose his majestic presence. Even if he feared being beaten up, he had to brace himself for now.

After all, he was the King, and these people couldn’t really harm him. Plus, he had the moral high ground this time.

Whoever caused the trouble should bear the responsibility. He, the King, was already doing his best by offering help. It was impossible to be perfect.

"Little Caesar, stop talking nonsense. Although this situation is troublesome, it’s nothing compared to your subsequent responses.

You hurriedly sent out our death notices, probably because you found us old folks bothersome and took the chance to kick us out of the political scene!

After all, the dead cannot interfere in political affairs. Given the circumstances, for the sake of the bigger picture, it’s difficult for us old people to consider not retiring!"

Robert lamented sarcastically.

Among the Sanctuaries on the Continent, he was undoubtedly the most miserable. While others celebrated grandly after their breakthroughs, he was buried early.

Not enjoying playing politics now didn’t mean they had never engaged in politics before.

The youngest among them was already over a hundred years old. Caesar IV’s little schemes were nothing new to them; they were leftovers from their past games.

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