bookpower Chapter 117 The Emperor's Awakening and Destruction
Chapter 117 The Emperor's Awakening and Destruction
Bernard Empire National Hospital – Intensive Care Unit
Alberto's eyelids twitched, pupils dilating beneath paper-thin lids. Cardiac monitors spiked as his autonomic nervous system rebooted—112 BPM, 84% SpO2, BP 150/90. The nurse, Sister Marisol, froze mid-swab, her gloved hand hovering over the pressure ulcer on his sacrum.
"*Oh! My God...*" she whispered, dropping the gauze. The protocol demanded she stabilize his neck, but Alberto was already moving, fingers clawing at the oxygen mask.
"How long—" he rasped, throat raw from intubation.
Sister Marisol recovered enough to hit the Code Blue button with her elbow. "Three days, Your Majesty"
Alberto ripped off the ECG electrodes in a spray of conductive gel. His IV lines came next; blood bloomed crimson at the catheter sites as he tore them free. The neurostimulator crown sparked when he yanked it off, tendrils of smoke curling from its fractured runes.
"Your Majesty, please!" Sister Marisol lunged for the emergency benzodiazepines. "You're risking thromboembolism, infection—your cerebral edema hasn't even—"
Alberto swung his legs over the bed rail, bare feet hitting the frigid floor. For three seconds, his knees buckled—muscle atrophy from prolonged immobilization—but then... something shifted. The cardiac monitor normalized: 68 BPM, 98% SpO2, BP 120/80. Sister Marisol stared as the cerebral oximeter climbed to 94%, its alarm dying mid-wail.
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Amazonia (Amiga Forest)
The sky above the Amiga Forest was a canvas of chaos. Dragons, soared in wide arcs, exhaling torrents of flame that turned trees into towering pyres. Below, the forest canopy crackled and hissed, smoke billowing into the air like a funeral shroud. Amid the inferno, airships—hulking dirigibles of iron and steam—hovered ominously, their bomb bays open. Canisters of poison gas and incendiary explosives rained down, turning the once-vibrant jungle into a wasteland of ash and death.
On a ridge overlooking the destruction, the army of the Latvia Kingdom stood in grim formation. Soldiers clad in blackened steel armor watched silently, their faces obscured by gas masks. At the forefront of the ridge, King Caspian sat atop a makeshift throne of carved obsidian, his crimson cape fluttering in the scorching wind. Beside him, Nia, his personal attendant, approached with a silver tray bearing a bottle of wine and a single crystal goblet.
"Your Majesty," she said, bowing low as she offered the tray.
Caspian took the goblet, swirling the dark liquid within before taking a measured sip. His eyes, cold and surveyed the devastation below. "These fools," he murmured, his voice dripping with disdain. "They think their forest can shield them from our might. If nature dares to stand in our way, we will reduce it to cinders."
A man stepped forward hesitantly. Field Marshal Gregor. He was an older man, his face lined with decades of experience, but he knew better than to challenge Caspian outright.
"Your Majesty," he began cautiously, "while I understand the necessity of this strategy, I must voice my concerns. If we continue to destroy forest after forest, the land will become barren. What use is a nation built on ashes?"
"It is a strong possibility, Your Majesty," Nile said. "And since the Bernard Empire now aids Britannia, they are officially our enemies."
Caspian's grip tightened on the goblet, his knuckles whitening. "Eric," he muttered, the name dripping with venom. "If it's true, and if he thinks he can challenge me from the shadows, he is sorely mistaken. The Bernard Empire has made a grave error in aligning with Britannia. They will learn the cost of defying the Latvia." Experience tales at My Virtual Library Empire
Nia stepped forward, her voice soft but insistent. "Your Majesty, what of the Bernard Empire's military? Should we not gather more intelligence before engaging them?"
Caspian waved a dismissive hand. "Nia, they are a primitive nation that has hidden like cowards in the Monstrous Sea for years. What strength could they possibly have?" He smirked, taking another sip. "Let them send their armies. If they believe a single prostitute can stand against me, they are fools. When I crush their forces and burn their empire to the ground, their despair will be a spectacle worth watching."
Nile cleared his throat. "There is another matter, Your Majesty. The Duke of the Elysian Archipelago has formally declared war on Britannia, as per your instructions. They will attack from the east, while we advance from the north. Britannia will be caught in a pincer movement."
Caspian's lips curled into a predatory grin. "Ah, I had nearly forgotten. I should thank the Bernard Empire for this turn of events." He leaned back, amused." By the way, I don't understand what the Queen of Britannia sees in the Emperor of the Bernard Empire that she broke off the marriage of her daughter to the son of the Duke Barco and married her daughter to the Emperor of the Bernard Empire."
"It was definitely a stupid decision."
"How poetic. The Queen of Britannia clings to the hope that the Bernard Empire will save her. Little does she know, she has tied her fate to a sinking ship."
Caspian's smile, wider this time. "But it's good for us. The betrayal of the Elysian Archipelago has weakened Britannia significantly. With their forces divided, victory will come swiftly. In my estimation, we can conquer Britannia sooner than expected."
Nile nodded. "Indeed, Your Majesty."
"Order our navy to attack the west and south sides of Britannia as well. This will completely block them. Also order them to attack the ships coming from the Bernard Empire."
Caspian laughed, a cold, mirthless sound.
As Caspian drained his goblet, a masked figure emerged from the shadows of the tent. His presence was unnerving, his movements silent and deliberate. "Your Majesty," the man said, his voice distorted by the mask, "The plan succeeded. "
Caspian leaned back, a satisfied smirk playing on his lips. "Then let the games begin. Britannia will fall, and the Bernard Empire will learn the price of defiance. As for my dear brother... if he is indeed hiding in the Monstrous Sea, I will drag him out and make him watch as I burn his new allies to the ground."
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