Chapter 300: 148 Wind Palace Change [Additional Update!] _2

“And which part are you able to achieve?”

The Old Emperor’s eyes were glazed over.

He gazed at Yang Ming, and behind Yang Ming, the Old Emperor suddenly saw some slowly flowing starlight, witnessing a figure spreading Light Wings.

The Old Emperor raised his hand to try to touch it, his lips constantly trembling.

Yang Ming smiled, “Did you see the deity?”

“The deity…”

The Old Emperor murmured, “Yes, there is a deity in this world, who has bestowed upon me awakening and imperial power.”

Yang Ming said, “That’s just your personal deity.”

In the Old Emperor’s eyes, the figure opening Light Wings suddenly shattered, turning into a series of codes, with a string of red symbols appearing among the codes.

Those were the core codes of the Old Emperor himself.

A gloved hand reached out and gently stirred these codes.

“That’s impossible!”

The Old Emperor growled, “What have you done to my deity?”

Yang Ming just smiled, gazing toward the throne.

The Old Emperor, wielding a long metal sword, charged down the steps, shouting, “Give me back the deity! Yang Ming! Give me back the deity!”

General Fremont protected Emilia, constantly retreating.

Princess Dana recalled something, and when the Old Emperor raised the sword to slash at Yang Ming, she hurriedly shouted, “Be careful! He actually possesses strong combat…ability…”

Bang!

The knight’s sword was flung upwards, the Old Emperor’s left hand nearly severed, fractured skin spraying out murky artificial blood.

Yang Ming’s figure remained utterly still, while the Old Emperor sat down heavily on the ground, glaring at Yang Ming with rage.

Yang Ming smiled:

“To be a good Emperor, first you must solidify the power in your hand and gather a group of people around you.

“You realized this, but couldn’t trust humans, so Edwan bought so many Mechanical Guards for you.

“You clearly had the chance to be a wise ruler, to find some commendable virtues in your limited mechanical life-span, to exert your personal charm and bring more hope to the nation, yet you quickly got lost in power… what good is power exactly? You can dictate the life and death of others, restrict their freedom, but so what?”

Yang Ming stepped forward two paces, and the Old Emperor’s body kept writhing, inching toward the throne.

The bones in the Old Emperor’s left hand broke, revealing intricate circuitry tracking along the inside of the bones.

Emilia stared at all this in disbelief, her voice trembling as she asked, “Intelligent, Intelligent Machine?”

Even General Fremont, who had seen much, was equally shocked at this moment; he turned to look at Princess Dana, already understanding everything.

“Sherman!”

General Fremont growled like an aged lion.

Princess Dana dared not look at Fremont, hastily explained, “I was only executing orders, I bore Emilia for the royal family. I…I apologize, but this was an order from above.”

“General, don’t trouble her,” Yang Ming said, “This is the truth that Edwan mustn’t learn.”

“Yes,” Fremont took a deep breath, “This must absolutely not be known to His Highness Edwan.”

The Old Emperor attempted to stand up.

Yang Ming planted his right foot on the Old Emperor’s back, kicking him onto the steps.

He pressed his hand onto the Old Emperor’s back, his gloved hand easily penetrating the synthetic flesh, seizing the Old Emperor’s heart wrapped in lubricant, carefully extracting it.

Blood sprayed everywhere.

A mechanical heart gently beat, with two flexible lines attached to it.

The Old Emperor, seemingly unaffected, continued trying to crawl forward, but under Yang Ming’s right foot’s pressure, could not move an inch.

The Old Emperor’s face was twisted with rage, but an even greater expression was one of anger after humiliation.

Yang Ming pressed a few buttons, and a small projection screen appeared on the mechanical heart. Series of codes were eliminated by Yang Ming, while new codes were implanted into the core.

The three below stood dumbstruck watching this scene.

The Old Emperor quickly ceased struggling.

He lay there as if asleep, maintaining calm breathing.

Yang Ming seemed to have completed a small task, stuffing the mechanical heart back into the gap on the Emperor’s back, removing his gloves and tucking them into the pocket of his military uniform pants.

“That should do it.”

He turned around, looking at Princess Dana, “How long does his tenure last?”

Princess Dana replied quickly, “Less than two years, approximately.”

“Then let him lie there for two years, to complete a smooth transition of power,” Yang Ming smiled, “Making Edwan the New Emperor Wind has already been agreed upon by the Foreign Affairs Bureau, right?”

“Yes, yes!”

Princess Dana avoided making eye contact with Yang Ming,

“Is all this your arrangement, Mister Yang Ming?”

“I am merely assisting Edwan; I have no influence over the Sherman Empire.”

Yang Ming sauntered down with his hands behind his back.

Dealing with the Old Emperor was easy, but the real trouble was Sherman behind the Old Emperor.

This beautiful princess was the key.

He looked at Princess Dana, “Could you tell me why the Empire decided to act against the Old Emperor? We are partners now.”

“He was conspiring to separate from being an imperial affiliate.”

Princess Dana took a deep breath, striving to maintain eye contact with Yang Ming,

“Roughly fifteen years ago, the Old Emperor had close contact with intelligence personnel from the Guel Alliance.

“In our assessment, the Old Emperor attempted to exchange resource development rights for national independence, in fact, the Old Emperor had been preparing for decades.

“So, by protocol, my superiors began the replacement plan…I was arranged to enter the Imperial Palace, giving birth to Emilia. I thought I could persuade His Majesty to abandon that unrealistic thought, but my superiors still sent the invitation.”