I am... the King!
Anderson’s heart scread madly, and his expression beca sowhat distorted.
His hand trembling, gradually approached Odaqiro’s Sword.
The next second.
Buzz—
A faint sound and a massive thrust shattered Anderson’s dreams instantly.
He was directly blown away by a gust of air, landing on the ground.
Lying in the snow, Anderson’s complexion was pale, his eyes empty and numb, his mind blank, staring dumbly at his hand.
No doubt about it.
Odaqiro’s Sword rejected him.
He was not qualified to beco king.
However, at this mont, no one paid attention to this once dazzling Second Prince Anderson and his now desolate appearance.
Everyone’s gaze shifted to the sowhat slim but upright figure.
"Third Prince, Ladi... please step forward!"
The Minister of Ceremony’s voice trembled.
He was about to witness the birth of a new king!
Kadi took a breath, cleared his chaotic thoughts, and stepped forward, his eyes firmly extended his hand,
Buzz—
A gust of air dispersed again.
Was he also rejected?!
Anderson, doubting his life, froze, then couldn’t help but feel ecstatic, raising his head to see the scene he imagined.
But, the next mont shocked everyone to the extre.
Anderson felt almost suffocated, his heart nearly shattered.
In a dazzling golden light, Kadi touched the ancient and sacred Odaqiro’s Sword.
The cold texture transmitted.
Kadi felt a bit dazed.
He saw that Odaqiro’s Sword seed to be gradually shrinking.
But, in reality, that wasn’t the case.
He was growing taller and larger.
In the perspective of everyone present, Kadi’s body was bathed in golden light, his figure continuously rose, and his body beca strong.
Finally, he beca a "great king" over three ters tall.
’It seems Heroic King Ouzelik also prepared for the great tide long ago...’
’By the way, what’s the principle here, even the clothes are growing bigger...’ Rogel pondered while touching his chin.
As Rogel was lost in thought, Kadi made new moves.
Odaqiro’s Sword began to emit light.
A phantom ford by golden light slowly opened its eyes on the snowy Divine Descendant Peak.
"It’s the Hero King!"
"Majesty Ouzelik!"
Upon witnessing this scene, the Minister of Ceremony and the Royal Knights beca extrely excited, shouting once and prostrating themselves on the ground.
Yet, Ouzelik’s phantom did not care about these.
He rely extended his hand indifferently and pointed at Odaqiro’s Sword.
"My descendant, the destined one..."
"Draw the sword..."
"In the sweeping great tide, only the true king can shoulder responsibilities, facing the crisis..."
After speaking, Ouzelik’s phantom spread his arms, the golden light gradually dissipated, transforming into a golden blessing and fell into Kadi’s brow.
Kadi glanced at his palm.
A mont later, the confusion in his eyes disappeared.
Extending his now enlarged palm, he grasped the hilt of Odaqiro’s Sword without obstruction.
Then, forcefully pulled.
Odaqiro’s Sword, unmoved for over five hundred years at Divine Descendant Peak, finally revealed its sharpness again in Kadi’s hands.
Instinctively, he slowly raised the sword above his head.
At this mont, the sunlight spilled.
Golden rays pierced through thick clouds, shining upon the figure holding the Giant Sword.
At this mont, he resembled a god of the world.
Holding Odaqiro’s Sword... crowned as king!
...
The sword-holding ceremony concluded.
This ceremony, crucial to the Thousand Islands Kingdom, ended with Third Prince Ladi, Gelin’s intern Kadi, holding Odaqiro’s Sword.
Old King Jowen announced his abdication.
Completely disheartened, Anderson confessed everything. The Shadow of the Divine Descendant and Rogel could also testify that Mother Goddess Church was indeed the mastermind behind the attack.
But, actually, none of this mattered anymore.
Everyone in the Royal City witnessed a giant dragon completely destroyed the Mother Goddess Cathedral.
The remaining forces of Mother Goddess Church had neither the courage nor strength to argue with such an enemy.
History always tells: the victor becos king, the defeated a scoundrel—this truth is eternal.
If Rogel and the others had lost, then Anderson would have been crowned as king.
Then, in the annals of the Thousand Islands Kingdom, it would be recorded "The culprits attacked the sword-holding ceremony procession, executed by the Church and the Royal Family."
But now, Mother Goddess Church must vanish on Ozuric Island.
After the sword-holding ceremony ca Kadi’s coronation ceremony.
This coronation ceremony was supposed to be grand.
But Kadi refused the Minister of Ceremony’s extravagant arrangents, insisting on simplicity.
The reason was simple.
Because next, the entire Thousand Islands Kingdom would face a huge crisis requiring expenditures everywhere.
"Theorid, Prophet, how long until the great tide?"
Beneath the throne, Kadi sat cross-legged, rubbing his brow, headache-ridden.
At this mont, he already ascended as king.
But he still disliked the throne behind him.
Not because the throne was too small.
Actually, the throne was always designed large, and Kadi, after growing in size, fit perfectly.
But Kadi just did not like sitting, without any other reason.
"Nine months... or less."
Theorid responded.
Since Kadi’s coronation, the Shadow of the Divine Descendant no longer hid.
The next challenge was not the Mother Goddess Church but a more terrifying catastrophe-level disaster than a tsunami.
As the organization left by the Hero King, they certainly couldn’t stand idly by.
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