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At the same time, in the plane of light.
The capital of the Empire of Light.
More than a hundred years have passed since Charles the Great overthrew his father's tyranny and rebuilt the Empire of Light.
The once shaky empire gradually stabilized under the great efforts of Charles the Great. Following in the footsteps of the Holy See of Light, it fought wars in the east and the west, and almost encompassed all the territories of mankind.
Charles the Great, who rose to prominence in troubled times, was also known as the emperor of a thousand years and was supported by countless people. Even the Pope of the Holy See of Light, Saint Trevicorn, could not suppress him.
However, at this moment, in the solemn and dignified imperial palace, Charles the Great, who was once powerful and domineering, was lying on his bed in his bedroom, looking haggard and dying.
The descendants and concubines he left behind were numerous, and according to their status, they knelt all the way from the bedside of the bedroom to the courtyard outside the bedroom. But everyone kept their heads down and remained silent, not daring to make a sound.
Charles the Great held the throne for more than a hundred years and enjoyed great prestige. During his lifetime, he suppressed five major rebellions and hanged countless people with a single order.
Even among his fifteen sons, eight were suspected of rebellion and sent to the gallows by him.
Suspected, just suspected.
This shows how suspicious Charles the Great was by nature. He killed his father to ascend to the throne, and what he feared most was that his sons would follow his example. Although this saved his throne, his concubines, surviving children, grandchildren, and great-grandchildren were all mediocre in ability, and none of them had a promising future.
In other words, even those princes and grandchildren of the emperor who were extremely talented took various self-degrading measures in order to avoid arousing the emperor's suspicion.
After receiving the notice that Charles the Great was critically ill.
The contemporary Pope Saint Trevicorn and a group of cardinals had hurried to the scene. They formed a holy prayer formation in front of the emperor's bed, each holding a holy book in their hands, and sang the Hymn of Light in a solemn and majestic voice.
The lowest level of those cardinals was level seven, and they were all devout believers with strong holy power. Under their collective chanting of praise for light, countless holy powers of light gathered in the palace, forming holy clouds.
The holy clouds gathered into points of light, and like an inverted waterfall, they poured down upon Charles the Great freely. The divine light constantly washed and moistened the withered body of the Great.
Thanks to the efforts of a group of cardinals, the dying Charles the Great seemed to have a last ray of life. His face became rosy and his weak breathing gradually became stronger.
"Wake up, the emperor is awake."
The favored concubines and the princes and grandchildren all began to cry with joy. The emperor was their support, and once the emperor fell, they would surely suffer a miserable end.
"Silence!" The contemporary pope, Saint Trevicorn, said in a solemn voice. An invisible wave swept towards the concubines and the princes and grandchildren.
The concubines, princes and grandchildren of the emperor suddenly felt a terrifying pressure like a mountain. They continued to kneel in silence, each of them feeling very uneasy.