The rules set by the Evernight Queen indeed favored her the most; by regular inference, failure was simply not possible.
Only then did she dare to initiate the grand gamble, betting that she could effortlessly reintegrate the various forces that had been bought off.
Have them go all out for the "carrot" before them, fully supporting her and the church in acquiring the Noah’s Ark.
This plan, which pulls the rug from under the feet, can be described as perfect.
Margaret I spent her life studying military and politics. Besides going all out for her faith, she was cautious in all things, yet she did not expect that after a lifeti of calculations, she would overlook the great power of a Fifth Order Pseudo-God.
Byron and his group, not only did they employ the "DuangDuangDuang" tactic of flipping the board when facing "[the person whose na cannot even be ntioned]", they also showed no rcy in dealing with this grandmother of theirs.
Even though they didn’t expect her to choose to establish the Kalmar Knights’ Country when she had no heirs,
as long as they deeply controlled the mid-to-upper echelons of the king’s power core, no matter how the rules of the ga changed, those with cheat tools would never lose.
Just as the Evernight Queen spat out old blood, her face turning ashen, the three Luminous Crowns floating in the sky, under the rules she set, successively fell onto the head of the sole candidate, Violet.
This ti, they were not as distinct and independent as when they were on Margaret I’s head.
Instead, with the push from the upper echelons of the three kingdoms that Byron had consolidated into the "Demonic Banquet Council", the three crowns fused into one, eventually forming an entirely new crown.
Unlike Byron’s crown, with each sharp tip like the blade of a halberd, this one grew intricate gear-like chanical structures, as if an internal, non-working perpetual motion machine, continuously rotating.
Violet’s Kingly Title was unsurprising.
The style suited every Bayfolk’s aesthetic and was especially fitting in this storm-tossed chaotic era—"War Queen"!
Clang! Clang! Clang!...
A grand bell toll echoed in the Spiritual World.
Originating from the Cedar Palace, the bell sound quickly spread along the Bayfolk’s collective subconscious, reverberating in the ears of all nobles, clergy, officials, soldiers, and every citizen across the Kalmar Triad.
Imdiately making everyone aware that after many years, the Kalmar Triad finally welcod their new ruler.
"War Queen!"
"Long live the Queen!"
"Long live the Queen..."
The cries of millions instantly soared into the sky.
In the Spiritual World, anchored by the Bayfolk’s Mind Wish Power, the [Golden Law] that had long infiltrated here seamlessly connected with the old laws as it did in Hightins and Iron Anchor Bay.
Completing the Royal Iron Law’s partial deficiency in controlling "heaven" and "earth".
Even though it was only two years since its birth, its strength couldn’t compare with the [Silver Law].
It still made the vast forests of the Eternal Night Peninsula, the perpetually frozen northern snow, the undulating inland mountains, and rivers, all call out Violet’s na in unison.
So much so that the entire Eternal Night Peninsula resonated with the world, and the cheers echoed throughout.
Moreover, all royal power belonging to the Bayfolk was, for the first ti after the thousand-year collapse of the North Sea Empire, reunited in the hands of one couple.
Their two crowns also began to resonate.
The joyful bell sound endlessly circled all the old territories of the North Sea Empire, turning the vast North Sea back into the empire’s inland sea.
The Bayfolk’s previously fragnted island-like collective subconscious rapidly knit back into a circular whole, greatly enhancing their ability to withstand storms.
Byron and Violet, witnessing all this firsthand, could clearly see the Kingdom of Hightins and Iron Anchor Bay on one end thrusting into the Sea of Origin Matter, facing the turbulent Source Tide head-on.
The other end of the Eternal Night Peninsula connected to the continent’s collective subconscious, forming an exceptionally stable anchoring due to the Aalborg Royal Family’s adherence to the continental and church policies.
Just like how human Transcendents require stability for progression, one is a "sail", the other an "anchor", pinning hopes on one extre alone is not the proper path.
Byron and Violet may not understand the obsession of [The Evernight Queen] and her zealots, but they could not dismiss in good conscience the contributions the Aalborg Royal Family made to the Bayfolk over centuries.
These people were never fools, nor did they truly believe in the church saints’ character and promises, but rather in that collective subconscious anchoring, reinforced over centuries.
No matter how the church steered the rudder, directing the great ship wherever, they must firmly attach the Bayfolk’s collective subconscious to the opposite side.
Like those suckerfish hitching rides on great shark, turtle, whale, or even boat bottoms, following the big fishes’ route, and waiting until they reach survivable waters to release at the right ti.
"Unfortunately, they were too one-sided.
With a population totaling over ten million, and the bold nature of the North Bayfolk who looted coastal churches and monasteries for centuries, the church could never fully trust them.
Even if they broke their spine to kneel and plead, they’d still end up torn apart.
Just like after Damao’s downfall, how Damao bent over backwards for decades seeking rcy but couldn’t get it, having to engage in bloody conflict with its forr good brother Ermao.
The sun under the sky has seen it all before.
Rely on mountains and they’ll topple, rely on people and they’ll run, people must ultimately rely on themselves.
Surrendering is simple, but why can’t we ourselves be a great nation, and once be the captain steering the rudder?
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