Chapter 575: Ah! Old Philip, Ah!!! QWQ

As a reincarnation of an otherworldly Demon Emperor, Mei Li Er Wang Hou truly is a dazzling superstar, her fame spreading far.

Even the Giant Pope fighting on his home turf is only worthy of a mixed doubles match with two same‑rank demon dragons.

But the mastermind behind the scenes, to deal with her, astonishingly deployed two Level‑90s at once!

One is the culmination of a mage's transition to Elemental Mage—the Elemental Sovereign, whose sea of knowledge and magical power is as boundless as an endless ocean.

The other is the culmination of a warrior's transition to Samurai—the Holy Martial Sovereign, whose vitality flows like a mighty river never ceasing.

Yet facts prove that as the previous generation's Savior, Mei Li Er Wang Hou indeed merits this respect from her opponents.

Not only did she, with a near‑death body, withstand the onslaught of two top‑tier elites, but also, using cheat‑level invisibility, managed to wound the Holy War Sovereign.

Although the assault on the ancestral land certainly involved more than just those two, with additional enemy elites brandishing slaughter knives, she ultimately could not save anyone.

Yet achieving such a feat does not betray the title of Savior.

And precisely because she injured one, the slightly delayed Archangel and Silver Dragon were able to block the two departing Sovereigns.

So it became Dragon Guide versus Elemental Sovereign, and Celestial Iron Guard versus Holy Martial Sovereign—a perfect one‑on‑one showdown.

Meanwhile, the oddities of the Soul Council and Ge Ruisen's tree‑descendants gathered to fully eliminate the other executioners sent by the mastermind.

In the end, Archangel Xi Er Wei Ya lived up to expectations, flames blazing in hand, slashing the Holy Martial Sovereign on the spot, avenging the queen's sword grievance.

But the lazy dog dragon was rather disgraceful; still unskilled, it was chased and battered by the Elemental Sovereign. Had it not been a thick‑skinned Silver Dragon, it might have been half‑charred and half‑braised.

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"Alas, I can only say it's truly unsurprising."

These matters were relayed by Xi Er Wei Ya on the way to the ancestral land, so after arriving, Ji Ming did not waste time listening to a report but went straight to the spot Ge Ruisen had pre‑marked with magic.

"Cough… Ji Ming, the Divine Chosen?"

Leaning against the ruins was Queen Mei Li Er Wang Hou, her chest and abdomen pierced by a sharp sword; had the timing not been right, she would have been sliced in half.

She was already a near‑death figure; this battle, fought to slay two Level‑90s, consumed everything, and even without this wound she would have been spent.

So she did not ask Ji Ming for a cure, but instead grinned and gestured at the large jar in her hand.

"Guess what's inside this?"

Ji Ming probably guessed, but felt embarrassed to say so, merely shaking his head.

Then Mei Li Er Wang Hou laughed again, excitedly unveiling the answer as if telling a joke.

"Haha, of course it's that fool Antong!"

She gave Ji Ming no time to retort.

"Come on, I'll give you another chance, kid—guess how this little sour ghost died."

No time for Ji Ming to answer.

"Still can't guess? Then I'll tell you!"

"He was so entranced by that naked mage that he lagged a step, and got burned alive!"

"Haha, oh dear, he turned to ash on the spot! Not even a last word—his death was even more amusing than I imagined!"

She laughed alone for a moment, then fell silent.

"Now that things have come to this, Divine Chosen, may I ask for a blessing?"

Ji Ming inhaled deeply, then exhaled slowly, speaking plainly.

"Living among the world, nobles and aristocrats, the balance of right and wrong, merits and faults—future generations will evaluate. I can only ensure they record it faithfully; other requests I must decline."

Mei Li Er Wang Hou heard this and instantly erupted in anger, but the words she spat differed greatly from what Ji Ming had imagined.

"Chronicle? Evaluation? Forget it, who cares about posthumous nonsense? I only care about what's ahead!"

"Reincarnation! Rebirth! Come on! Say some auspicious words about that to Grandma!"

Wildly arrogant, laughing and cursing—perhaps this is the true Mei Li Er.

This time Ji Ming understood, took the overly large ash jar of Antong from her hand, and finally couldn't hold back his laugh.

"Fine! Then I wish that in your next lives you may meet again, spend a hundred years together in a peaceful mortal world, and be buried in the same plot—how about that?"

"You!"

Mei Li Er Wang Hou cursed instinctively, but suddenly realized.

"Uh… seems okay? Thinking it over… not bad either?"

After muttering for a moment, she suddenly looked up.

"Alright, that's that—Grandma's too tired to keep talking, goodbye!"

With that, flames erupted on her body, and in an instant she turned to a pile of ash.

A breeze blew, scattering the ash, and every speck fell into Ji Ming's uncovered jar.

He only later realized why the jar for old Antong was so large—it was meant for two people!

"A pair of lunatics…"

Ji Ming picked up the lid, sealed it carefully, gave it a gentle shake, then placed the jar into his storage ring.

At this moment, Duke of Arc Light arrived with support knights; the old fellow saw the ancestral castle, almost leveled, its sky about to collapse.

And Ji Ming instructed Ge Ruisen to hand over all on‑site command to Lord Arc Duke, then rushed to another ruin.

If the death of Antong and his spouse could give Ji Ming a couple of hellish laughs, the situation here is truly more tragic.

The reason is simple: the royal family's chicken‑eating tournament progression was greatly accelerated by the mastermind's efforts.

In short, the original Nine‑Dragon Succession chaos, after this filtering, now leaves only two and a half factions.

One faction completely abstains from competition, thus not present here, and consequently not targeted—Eleanor.

The other half strives to preserve Fiya's line; now only half a body remains, Philip with his skin still hanging from the tree.

"Ha, Divine Chosen, how could this be?"

Unlike the once‑vibrant Prince of Power when they last met, Philip now looks like gilt paper, lips cracked, even more withered than Mei Li Er Wang Hou.

"You…"

Ji Ming did not question why this sister‑obsessed man had lost his mind, even sacrificing himself to protect Fiya.

Because after learning the specific events that occurred here, Ji Ming had already roughly guessed the mastermind's purpose.

The Holy Light Church, its ecclesiastical forces are an important component of the Guanghui Kingdom, with intricate hierarchies everywhere.

In the Guanghui Capital, as long as the noble groups remain stable, even without a king for a time the kingdom can keep functioning.

The Guanghui ancestral lands, including the Sun King, house all those who have the right to inherit the throne and the ability to hold the realm.

These three forces are clearly the ballast that stabilizes Guanghui; losing any one would be a disaster that harms the dynasty's foundation!

Just imagine, if the Ji Ming faction hadn't sent down a sudden army and these three groups all vanished, what would today look like?

With the Pope annihilated, the Holy Light Church fell apart, and the previously suppressed Evil God Church immediately launched a counterattack, seizing popular faith.

The entire Qixia City turned into a lewd paradise, the kingdom's core completely halted, the bridges linking the major noble groups collapsed, and all camaraderie vanished.

All crown princes perished; thereafter anyone claiming Sun blood could proclaim themselves a noble, and in less than three days a king with more hair than a donkey's tail would appear.

And with the disappearance of these three forces qualified to stabilize Guanghui's regime and keep the kingdom running, chaos across the world would inevitably follow!

As for where this chain of dominoes will fall, and to what extent before it ends… that is beyond Ji Ming's imagination.

So since the mastermind intends to start with a royal bomb, striking in one go to make the Guanghui Kingdom collapse.

As the top contender appointed by Ji Ming to likely become the next Sun King, how could Philip not die?

Philip probably guessed this, so he chose to follow his own preference and protect a relative who wasn't his primary target.

"No, it's just because I'm a sister‑obsessed person."

Probably having guessed what Ji Ming was thinking, Philip openly admitted it.

"When a person is about to die, they just become shameless, right?"

"Hehe, because I know you definitely wouldn't tell anyone else."

Trying to make amends, Ji Ming had nothing to say, only shook his head and quickly briefed Philip on what had happened on the other two fronts.

Upon hearing that the Royal Capital and the Church had also suffered devastating blows, Philip's scattered gaze focused briefly, showing a hint of pain.

"What a ruthless method, is this for real… trying to annihilate us!"

The method was indeed ruthless, because according to Greisen's examination, regardless of life or death, every crown prince—including Philip and Fiya—had a withering curse implanted that can drain the very source of life.

If it weren't for Prince Philip's higher rank and wealthy background, he wouldn't have managed to hang his and Fiya's lives until the Production Team's reinforcements arrived.

By the time Ji Ming, delayed in solving the Royal Capital and Church crises, finally arrived, the dishes on the table should have been served with braised fish, and Angel Aunt and Dragon Grandma should have filled three plastic bags each.

After letting out that sigh, Philip suddenly coughed up a mouthful of blood; when he steadied himself again, he changed the subject.

"They don't know, and you might not know either, but I've always been interested in the history from ten thousand years ago, so I've spent my days collecting and reading a lot… about that era's knowledge…"

Breathing a few labored breaths like a broken bellows, Philip, feeling his body growing colder, forced himself to rally.

"So I recognized them! Those two attackers weren't anyone else; they are the beings from ten thousand years ago!"

!!!

Ji Ming didn't expect that Prince Philip, even as he was dying, could still provide crucial information, so he quickly crouched and turned on the recorder.

"I'm listening, tell me the details!"

"Cough!"

With Ji Ming's help, Philip propped up his arms, adjusted his "sitting posture" to ease his throat a bit.

"Huh… that warrior's face bears a long scar from the left eye corner down to the collapsed nasal bridge, so he must be the great guardian under the Ghost Forest Divine Throne; back in the Grave Mountain battle, the Iron‑Fist Saint landed a punch on his face, nearly disfiguring him!"

"And that young woman, her body covered with platinum‑glowing holy sigils, can wield magic as effortlessly as breathing; she must be the nineteenth princess of the Dark Flame Empire, blessed from birth with the concept of magic, a born divine selection!"

"Ah, they truly, as the legends say, haven't died; they still intend to rise again and bring disaster to this land, Ji Ming… cough!"

Perhaps from overexcitement, after that long tirade, Philip couldn't help coughing again.

But Ji Ming, who knew more details, while helping him clear his breath also thought of other things, like that so‑called nineteenth princess.

Considering that the magical emperor, after being beheaded, had already usurped the body of the sixth princess once, would doing it again be a problem?

Could it be… that this equally dazzling nineteenth princess is actually the third‑generation skin suit of the false emperor official?

Ji Ming still wanted to ask more, but ten thousand years is too long; the remaining records are only fragments, and even as a prince he can only know so much.

Nevertheless, considering Philip's own strength, his ability to observe and identify enemy identities during combat was already his best effort.

Moreover, Ji Ming wasn't unfamiliar with the original participants; later he gathered with Sylvia and others for a meeting to focus on this battle.

Thus he still displayed great interest in Prince Philip's intelligence, politely accepting the goodwill from Prince Philip.

He even poured it for him like pouring a drink for a buddy, giving him two gulps of SpiritGathering Liquid.

"Hehe, getting to drink a sip of divine‑chosen wine poured by fate before dying, worth it…"

But unfortunately the curse truly had already boiled away Philip's essence; a nearly dead tree, no matter how much water or sunlight, cannot be saved.

Nevertheless it could ease Philip a bit, allowing him to voice his final wish.

"Ji Ming, my friend, this path, I'm afraid I can only accompany you up to here; whether it's Fiya or the Guanghui Kingdom… the rest I can only entrust to you."

"Please, you must help Fiya secure this throne, don't let them succeed; Guanghui must not fall in our generation's hands! The Deep Forest is untrustworthy, the Pioneers are okay, be careful of them, and also…"

Ji Ming quickly seized Philip's blood‑stained hand, using the Suggestion Technique to help him clear his now‑confused thoughts.

He also spoke in a deep voice.

"Philip! Since you say you're my friend, I must tell you, I can support Fiya to become king, but being king is not a good job; she'll endure a lot of hardship!"

Philip's murky eyes showed a flicker of wavering clarity, while his mouth murmured.

"I know, I know… but as a princess, she must bear… this royal lineage responsibility…"

"Unfortunately… I couldn't see… she… she… must… have…"

After a long silence, Ji Ming sighed, reached out and closed Philip's eyes that were gazing at the sky.

(End of Chapter)