Chapter 1049: Chapter 919: Countermeasures and the Transcender

Phaletis Royal Capital, Beckler.

The sky was as dull as ever, with the air filled with the persistent black-gray smoke and dust from burning coal, accompanied by a slightly acrid smell.

This scene has almost become the signature of Beckler, this steam industry center.

Inside the opulent bedchamber belonging to Her Majesty the Queen.

"I am in love, truly happy. Unaware of love’s troubles..."

From a custom walnut and gold-plated phonograph came a soft and pleasant female voice, from the play "The Abduction from the Seraglio" by the Tulip’s great musician Wolfgang Amadeus.

The Tralok Electric Company had entered an exclusive buyout agreement for the phonograph, making it a sensation among the social circles of upper-class ladies and noblewomen across various countries.

It was clear that this ode to love was also Liweina’s favorite.

With her feet in golden slippers, Her Majesty the Queen had her cloud-like fluffy hair pinned up with an emerald hairpin, wearing only a snow-white lace-edged slip dress, quietly watching the somewhat gray Royal Capital through the floor-to-ceiling window.

Even as a powerful Titled Knight who had already nurtured a [Titled Sacred Artifact], almost reaching the human limit, no matter how severe the air pollution, it would not affect Liweina in the slightest.

By comparison, she still preferred her room in White Swan Castle.

Even if it was far less spacious than St. James’s Palace, it was more pleasing, relaxing, and had more of a "home" feel.

It gave peace of mind.

It was just that, having spent over half a month exploring "Behind the Door" as part of a team,

she had no choice but to personally return home through the [Permanent Teleportation Gate] connecting White Swan Castle and St. James’s Palace (Chapter 858) to deal with the backlog of political affairs and to initiate... the counter-plan!

As she watched the nation seemingly being wound up like a clock, Her Majesty the Queen let out a long sigh.

Environmental issues and domestic affairs were all secondary now.

If Aiven’s plan did not succeed this time, they might not even get to the point where the consequences of environmental, economic, and political issues hit back.

And by then, even these factories, which are still spewing smoke, might be seen as ancient relics by people of the next era.

At this moment, these two most authoritative monarchs in the material world had already jointly issued orders.

Effective immediately, the entire Tulip and its colonies entered a "general state of emergency," the lowest level among the four levels of emergency: particularly major, major, major, and general.

But it also meant that this largest economy in the material world began tilting towards heavy industry, which could most enhance the nation’s strength, significantly saving unnecessary social spending and reducing luxury goods consumption.

Against whom? It goes without saying.

"Your Majesty, please lift your foot."

Liweina kicked off her slippers, placing her rosy, crystal-clear toes into the stockings circle held open by a maid.

The high-end stockings with a rose pattern, worth two gold coins a pair, like black oil, slowly enveloped Her Majesty the Queen’s fair and smooth skin, outlining the perfect straight legs of a "Titled Knight."

Then came the long red court dress with gold embroidery, gemstone belt, colored diamond necklace, Platinum Crown....

Uh, in short, no matter how tough it is, can’t be tough on the leader, just like that.

Liweina, looking like a girl, was changing clothes with the help of four or five maids.

Linda, who had turned into a gracefully mature woman, entered the bedchamber with several court ladies, lifting her skirt and saluting:

"Beautiful Your Majesty, according to your schedule, the Navy parade is in a month.

As per the procedure, the ceremonial officers need to prepare the jewelry and new gown for the ceremony, which may take some time."

Liweina’s brows, like white jade, slightly furrowed:

"I already have plans. We’ll discuss this when I return from the New Continent. I don’t need a new dress, and the jewelry can be whatever."

"Your Majesty...."

Linda and a group of ceremonial officers were a bit troubled. The hardest request for a woman to satisfy is "whatever."

Even the current female stars appearing in public wouldn’t wear old clothes.

Moreover, those antique jewels in the royal collection need to be taken out, repaired, and maintained in advance to present the most perfect brilliance, rushing might easily cause an international incident.

Just then, the [Permanent Teleportation Gate] on the other side of the bedchamber suddenly lit up, and a clear voice came from behind the door:

"Hmm, according to the Kingdom’s ceremonial specifications and Her Majesty’s preferences, the parade should feature the Sapphire Sword Badge Crown. For summer, pair it with the glazed flower gold waistband and white pear diamond necklace, Starlight Earrings...

Now, as for Her Majesty’s figure, let me see, barefoot height 172; measurements should be: 90.1, 62.9, 91.8; thigh: 52.0; calf: 31.2, weight: 52.2...

Oh, remember to get the ’Gemstone Tiger Bracelet’ from level three, 1-6-106 of the treasury out in advance. Her Majesty the Queen looks just like a minor and needs some hefty jewelry for decoration.

Although I’m not Tony, if it’s just about Her Majesty the Queen, I’m a professional."

Hearing this voice, a group of ladies-in-waiting quickly turned and saluted:

"Good day, Your Majesty Galliot!"

The attitude was respectful, not in the least less than toward Liweina.

"Ugh, you’re going to kill me, Aiven!"

However, the beautiful queen’s cheeks were slightly red, yet she didn’t disagree at all. In fact, she inexplicably felt a bit pleased, just because every word had touched her heart.

In the past, the relationship between the two was considered intimate, but there were always boundaries. Yet now Aiven knew her better than her own lady-in-waiting, or even herself.

This couldn’t merely be explained by the extraordinary power of a demigod.

Under the service of her maid, Liweina quickly changed her clothes, crossed the teleportation gate, and entered White Swan Castle, casting a charming glance at Aiven who was waiting there.

’What are you looking at? Do you think I’ll tell you that remembering the various preferences of a thigh is an essential self-cultivation for a "kept man"?’

Ending his internal monologue, Aiven belatedly realized his odd behavior.

Whether or not it was him from this timeline who did it, by a twist of fate, Aiven knew Her Majesty the Queen inside and out, far better than she knew herself.

A fleeting reflex made him realize that the narrowing of the timeline wasn’t entirely advantageous.

Because in countless timelines, there were at least eight thousand possibilities of becoming a prince. Even with the essence of a demigod, the original body couldn’t help but be influenced by those countless lives.

They had indeed lived together for far too long.

"Ahem, let’s go, Milan and Kongyu are ready."

While making further countermeasures against the Capital Tide, the most urgent task was to stop the Evil God from touching the Möbius Ring, which could plunge the entire world into an unknown "abyss".

...

In the Spirit Realm, under the eternally unchanging indigo sky and the ring-like Spirit Realm Sun.

In the middle of an endless bloody river, there stood a figure with blood wings, a violent image of brutality, none other than the angelic incarnation of the "God of Black Wings" known as "Violence Angel".

Standing beside him was the "God of Sleep" Keturt, who, despite having been recuperating for half a year, inevitably suffered a significant drop in strength.

Among the ancient gods, the "Chaos Worm" as an extraterrestrial visitor and the "God of Sleep", who had deeply cultivated the realms of "Dream" and the "Spirit Realm" for two entire eras, were pivotal in the plan.

Although the plan was personally led by the illustrious true god "God of Black Wings", these two formidable ancient gods were indispensably important, and their status was naturally different.

However, at this moment, they were not the most striking figures.

Ring ring ring...

Like a sensory illusion, sweet chimes slid past the eyes.

As a brilliant point of color suddenly lit up, a seven-colored human figure gushed out like water from a pipe, with streaks of colored light flowing across the body, spreading in all directions.

Finally embedded firmly in the air, indistinguishable from the Spirit Realm.

Nevertheless.

Though somewhat similar to those ancient gods in presenting opposing rules within a single body, it seemed to have unified, even transcended many rules.

Despite its dazzling, indescribable nature, it was surprisingly harmonious, in no way grotesque or disgusting.

Instead, it carried an inexplicable sense of divinity.

"Mr. Craft!"

Facing this mysterious being, the "Violence Angel," who was essentially a true god, surprisingly bowed first, showing respect, with no trace of brutality whatsoever.

This was because he was facing an entity known as [Rainbow Light] Love Craft, a "Spirit Realm Lord" who stood at the pinnacle of the entire Spirit Realm.

The ability he was using now was called "Rainbow Body," an extraordinary ability with no distinction between body and avatar, where each dharma body was the original, all possessing powers above inherent rules.

For instance.

Even a true god might worry about moving out before the pond of fish dries up, yet the other party was already abundant with mountains, rivers, and seas, able to go wherever he wished.

In other words, this was a true "Transcender"!

An indescribably grand voice erupted in the taste buds and nasal cavity of the "Violence Angel" and the "God of Sleep":

"As the Spirit Realm Lord ruling this era, I have already given you the travel credentials, but I also hope you bring me good news.

Especially not letting this uniquely gifted beautiful planet fall into the hands of that annoying fellow, the Civilization Omniscient!"

"Mr. Craft, the plan is steadily progressing, and soon we will liberate the designated ’Observer’.

I promise you, no later than thirty years, before Tonatiuh’s third shock, the predetermined plan will certainly be completed."

"Very well, then I shall leave a virtual position in the Spirit Realm, waiting,"