The monument used to commemorate the hero's contributions is also carved with densely packed heroes, with thousands of sacrificed heroes.

Judging from the information Roy saw, this is probably the Battle of Founding of the People's Republic of China.

Judging from the common sense of Lushier Continent, only strong people above the silver rank are qualified to engrave their names on this monument to commemorate the heroes of the founding of the country.

So...a battle to establish a country that sacrificed at least thousands of silver powerful men?

It is hard to believe what kind of tragic war the Holy Dragon Principal had experienced at the beginning of its founding that led to the death of thousands of warriors above the silver ranks.

This is too exaggerated.

Roy subconsciously wanted to touch his chin, but suddenly realized that he was just a consciousness and could not control his body.

"Xiao Lan, come closer and take a look."

"yes!"

Xiaolan knew that Roy was doing serious business at this time, so she didn't dare to disturb her and walked over obediently.

Roy carefully identified it and found that the names at the top of the inscription were shining brightly, which obviously made greater contributions and needed special markings for later people to admire.

"Two, four, six... twenty-one names, with the most respected urinary nature of a strong man like Lushier, what are these names that are still shining and shining? It's easy to guess."

Roy said to himself: "Are twenty-one golden-level powerful men killed?"

Horrible! Terrible! Unbelievable!!!

This is not a cat or a dog. This is a golden strong man who is enough to fight against a single army. Twenty-one died.

Just look at the battle not long ago. Just a battle between five golden powerful men was enough to cause a violent shock to the entire capital and almost ruin it.

The victory that was sacrificed in the entire 21 golden powerful men was shuddering even if I thought about it.

No wonder it needs to be engraved with a monument and passed down through the ages.

It is strange that those who survived have no record of such a great war!

Roy continued to look at the bottom of the inscription, but unfortunately, to his surprise, the huge tombstone no longer recorded anything except these names.

There is no explanation for the cause, process, result, and the person who set up the tombstone.

Roy hesitated.

There are two roads in front of him. One is to conduct an investigation here directly and find out the root cause that affects his abilities at all costs.

However, this can easily cause unexpected events, and no one knows whether the thing that can affect their bloodline signals is safe.

The second point is to turn around and leave immediately, go back to the Black Princess, and use the power of the Black Princess King to find the real historical text hidden in history, find the root of the problem, and then make plans.

In comparison, the second one is more secure.

After all, Roy was not sure whether the thing hidden under this tombstone would be some kind of seal? He didn't want his clone to become curiosity and despair in the TV series. He ignored everyone's persuasion and forced himself to open the Demon King's seal, and then he was burping and trying to kill the supporting role.

Thinking of this in his heart, Roy wanted to go back very much, but going back directly would damage Xiao Lan's image in his heart, so he pretended to be mysterious and shouted in Xiao Lan's consciousness:

"Xiao Lan, go back, it's not yet time to be born here."

Xiaolan nodded immediately, and without asking why, she stood up and left.

Soon, Xiaolan left the cemetery, and the entire cemetery seemed even more dim and gloomy as Xiaolan and Roy left.

In the thick white mist, there seemed to be a faint sound and murmured slightly: "The time has not come..."

The next moment, the huge cemetery began to fluctuate gradually, like a picture wiped off by an eraser, disappearing from the spot bit by bit.

"And...it's not long..."

Only the sound was left behind, as if calling for something...

At this time, a very simple and important ceremony was being held in the ruins of the royal capital.

The surviving powerful nobles were standing in two rows, standing straight with fear, expressionless faces, with a strong sense of fear in their eyes, and they dared not make any sound.

And five people were standing slightly higher than the real nobles.

Archbishop Moander knelt on one knee, folded his hands together, praying for the dead souls who had just been affected by the battle, hoping that their souls would be rested.

Sword Saint Langdell placed his rifted sword in front of him, sitting cross-legged and meditating quietly, looking indescribable. This is the sword he loved deeply, why is it half-sincere?

Gerkehead Neuer gave orders to the retainers of the territory thousands of miles away with a serious expression through magic communication instruments. His tone was solemn and excited. At this time, the new king would take the throne. As a great noble, he must be fully prepared.

Ishuth Greene was meditating in the air, with an upset look on her face, because Princess Thorn seemed to be beaten to the point of being autistic and did not respond to her call.

The only remaining person, Shalu Neuer, who came here instead of Andrew Favre, was wearing a black cloak and waiting with a faint expression.

After all, she is different from others. She supports Princess Amilya as soon as she comes. She can be said to be a hero who succeeded in joining the dragon from the beginning, so naturally she doesn't have much worries.

Bang bang bang.

Suddenly, a crisp sound of footsteps came, and everyone looked solemn, and they all turned their heads to look.

The black princess Amilia still changed her broken clothes at this time and wore a royal elegant and luxurious blue and white dress. The slightly exposed low-cut design made her fair northern hemisphere even more dazzling.

The white gold earrings shook gently, the snow-white sword flashed with iron blood, and the noble high-heeled leather boots stepped on the ground, making a heart-shaking sound.

Silver hair and bloody eyes, peerless appearance, amazing temperament, and domineering aura!

Inexplicably, a feeling appeared in the hearts of everyone present.

The black princess in front of her has been transformed into the supreme king of the Holy Dragon Principality, and ruled the entire capital!

A new king was born.

The Black Princess ignored the people around her and walked directly to the highest point of the steps, then turned around, her beautiful face was expressionless, but a faint momentum kept rising from her.

Then, the black princess spoke:

"From today, I am the king of the Duchy of Holy Dragon!"

"you..."

"Who agrees and who object?"

Everyone looked at each other in an instant, as if they couldn't understand what Amilya wanted to do?

Please, we were all defeated by you, and we even asked if we dare to object?

He muttered in his heart, the real powerful nobles below knelt down without saying a word, and licked: "Congratulations to Your Majesty!"

The Black Princess turned her eyes to five people with power and strength to object.

Mo Ande smiled flatteringly and said, "Of course I agree."

Xia Lu nodded slightly and said nothing.

Langdell replied coldly: "No objection."

Gerkehead smiled reluctantly: "Congratulations to His Highness the Princess for ascending the throne."

Ishus said angrily: "As long as you don't disturb me reading, everything is fine!"

The black princess nodded silently and smiled.

At this point, the King of the Holy Dragon Duchy is chosen and ended!
Chapter completed!