A young man who looked to be in his twenties or thirties was walking leisurely in the palace with his hands in his pockets.
His brilliant blond hair shines brightly, and his appearance is so handsome that it can be called luxurious. His deep and pure red pupils, like rubies, are exuding divine power.
No matter the brilliance of the road reflected in his pupils, or the natural nobility, there is no trace of animality or savagery. In the glittering golden light of the Triumph Palace, wearing a white tuxedo, he looks like a man on the ground.
Shining like a god.
That was none other than Peng Bonazi, the "First Red Prime Minister".
The positions of the red phase and the black phase are always passed down. The red phase of each generation is the child of Peng Ponachi, and the black phase of each generation is also the vice-principal of the Ziggurat.
But unlike the black phase, which does have corresponding functions and powers... the red phase actually has no independent power. When people refer to the "red phase", they usually refer to the "first generation red phase" behind the red phase.
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The first generation of black prime ministers never paid attention to political affairs and only acted in name. However, the first generation of red prime ministers demanded to hold all power and wealth in their hands... The red prime ministers of each generation were his puppets and extensions, and were his most loyal and obedient children.
Because of this, almost no one knew what the "principal" looked like...but everyone in the Xingzhi Palace knew the first-generation Red Chancellor. The guards of the Triumph Palace were no exception.
Facing this real person of power, the most powerful transcendent in Xing Antimony, no guard dared to intercept him or inquire about his whereabouts - it was useless to stop him anyway.
As if this palace was built for Pomponazzi, Pomponazzi's passage did not encounter any obstacles.
He walked leisurely to Alfonso Valentin's study.
He waved his hand slightly, and the closed door flashed red and opened with a bang.
Red Prime Minister Peng Bona walked in with a smile and saw the old man sitting at the desk reading a letter.
There was no one else in the study except him.
There were no attendants, no guards, no servants, and even the most trusted jester of Valentine VII was nowhere to be seen.
"Long time no see, little Alfonso."
The blond young man who looked to be under thirty years old said leisurely: "It must have been more than twenty years since we last met."
"...Yes, Peng Bonazi."
The white-haired old man raised his head slightly and said slowly: "Since... the last time Herasl's secret was opened, you have never been to the Palace of Triumph again."
"Yeah, I'll be angry when I come. It's better not to come."
Peng Bonazi said casually: "Anyway, I've been unhappy with this Triumph Palace for a long time."
He said and sat directly on the desk in front of the old man.
Peng Bonazi stretched out his hand and hugged the old man's neck.
"I said so, Alfonso."
The first generation of the Red Prime Minister said casually: "I plan to renovate the Triumph Palace in the future - this golden palace is too vulgar. I plan to change it to red and black, what do you think?"
"Gold and red."
Valentine VII was not angry, but said patiently: "The red and black color scheme... that is the style of the Herasl Empire."
"Is it not good?"
Pomponazzi asked: "I plan to rebuild the Herasl Empire, what do you think?"
"The Herasl Empire without even a Heracross?"
The old man chuckled.
There was no sarcasm or ridicule in his laughter, but a sense of the impermanence of the world.
"That's why I want to open the Vault of Herasl."
Peng Bonazi stretched out his hand: "Give me the key."
"The key is the king's scepter. It is beside my bed in my bedroom. The key was cast into the keel inside the scepter by the principal."
The old man didn't respond at all, but took the initiative to explain: "But the key is useless, you still have to have a sacrifice to open the door..."
"The Blood of Heracross—I know."
Peng Bonazi didn't wait for the old man to finish speaking, then interrupted and nodded.
He looked at the old man up and down, with a look of satisfaction in his eyes: "Not bad, little Alfonso. You still know how to show me some respect... What kind of reward do you want? I can let you enjoy your old age - you can also try
In order to cultivate your adaptability to the path of love, I will personally resurrect you."
"That's not necessary."
The white-haired old man coughed a few times, his pupils glowing with a dim yellow light: "I'm tired anyway.
"There are so many problems that Star Antimony has to solve... It is not a problem that I can solve alone, nor is it a problem that one of us can solve in one generation. Instead of repairing it, it is better to smash it and rebuild it."
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"——Since you plan to take over this mess, then I will be free."
Those depressing, low-pitched words that seem to emphasize "I don't care" are proof of excessive dusk.
"That won't work."
Peng Bonacci's tone was extremely tough: "The reward I give you is not something you can refuse if you want to. Don't make me angry, Alfonso. We can end this in a more dignified manner."
For this red prime minister, rejecting his gift is also an act of "not giving face" - rejecting his own reward means that the other party puts him on the same level as himself. If this person is not Alfonso
, the feelings that were still somewhat acquaintances may have died the moment the other party dared to reject him.
The old man's dim yellow pupils trembled slightly, as if he had thought of something. His face, as stiff and ashen as a statue, seemed to be alive for a moment.
"Then... let my children live."
He whispered.
"Oh, I will."
Upon hearing this, Peng Bonaqi smiled heartily and said: "I originally planned to let them survive. But since you asked me so - I plan to give them the gift of eternal life! How about, are you happy? Hahahaha..."
He laughed happily a few times alone, but his face suddenly darkened: "Why don't you laugh?"
"——Mr. Pomponazzi."
Alfonso Valentin suddenly spoke.
And in an instant, Peng Bonaqi became quiet.
Because this is exactly what Alfonso called Pomponazzi with great respect when he first met him when he was still a teenager.
This was also the name given to Valentine I "Bashir Valentine" when he was still unfamiliar with him.
They are so similar. Not only do they look alike, they also sound alike, and even have similar personalities and habits.
Of all Bashir's children...after all these years, Alfonso is the one who looks most like him.
...but this similarity is limited to the teenage years.
When Alfonso entered middle age, his appearance was obviously different from that of Bashir. And when he was old, he was completely different from Bashir when he was old.
"I am more or less a fifth-level transcendent..."
Alfonso slowly said: "Since I embarked on the path of the 'Golden Stone Knight', I have never had the opportunity to show my power. If this is my end... I want to give it a try."
After hearing his words, the smile on Hong Xiang's face gradually shrank, becoming serious and silent.
——Knight of Golden Stone.
That is the most popular advanced profession of the Star Antimony Alchemist.
If you want to obtain this advanced profession, you must complete the alchemy ritual called "Chemical Wedding Rite" at the third or fourth level.
It was a very dangerous refining - the alchemists needed to kill themselves in the ritual, let their souls complete a deformation of any form, and then go back to using their own corpses as materials for refining.
Come out of a more perfect body. If you complete the promotion ceremony later, you can advance to the "Knight of Gold and Stone".
The fourth energy level is a very critical energy level. Starting from this energy level, the power of the path carried by the human body has become quite strong...and only such a body can carry the power extracted from the concept of "Star Antimony Alchemy"
The balancing power.
With every rebirth, the body becomes older and decayed, but the soul becomes stronger.
If seven rebirths can be completed, the soul will be refined into a brilliant soul - the "star antimony" pursued by alchemists.
This allows alchemists to obtain souls as great as gods. With such power, it is enough for them to reach the sixth energy level and complete one of the three miracles.
"How many times have you completed rebirth?"
Hong Xiang asked seriously.
"Four times."
Alfonso replied.
"Far inferior to Bashir," Pomponazzi sighed, "He completed it six times - only one step away from him being able to obtain eternal life."
"Can the soul of Star Antimony... be able to obtain eternal life?"
"Yes. Back then, I just hoped to find a friend who was not on the path of love, but could be with me forever. Because of this... I would support his career."
Pomponazzi stared at Valentine VII, the nostalgia in his eyes gradually cooling down.
He turned around, his back to Valentine VII. He looked at the portrait hanging in the study room - it was a portrait of Valentine I.
"I'll give you a chance."
Peng Bonazi replied: "For the sake of you being willing to call me 'sir' back then."
Valentine VII stared at Pomponazzi, his pupils gradually glowing with a bright yellow light.
He sat motionless, but his soul left his body in an instant.
The souls that can be seen with the naked eye are constantly being extracted from his seven orifices and condensed into entities, turning into black smoke - condensed into black hungry wolves, roaring towards Peng Bo!
But Peng Bonaqi didn't react at all.
When the hungry wolf steaming with black smoke approached Peng Bonaqi, his body burst, bleeds and shrank - it was not an impact or laceration, but collapsed and disintegrated out of thin air. All the means for protection were
All the power of the path is neutralized, which is a direct killing effect on the material itself.
When the hungry wolf roared through Peng Ponachi, his body suddenly collapsed!
Except for Pomponazzi, the desk he was sitting on and the soft wool carpet on the ground were also swallowed up and shattered by the power like ink!
Under the wash of that power, Peng Bonaqi's body finally turned into fly ash and was completely washed away by the invisible airflow.
This is the first step in alchemy.
Destroy the old nature of all matter and turn matter into usable "original matter". Then you will have the opportunity to be reborn and transform it into a brand new matter - the first step of the resurrection ceremony, "death"
It also symbolizes this step.
For mortals, this step alone is enough to kill almost anyone!
After the hungry wolf tore apart all the materials it touched, it fell to the ground and turned into a puddle of pitch-black mire. But then, a white liquid as viscous as milk was born from it——
The next moment, the pure white and clean dove flew up from the mire!
It is "whitening" after "blackening", which decomposes and purifies the essence of matter. After completing the whitening, alchemists can freely manipulate these separated substances.
This also means that the alchemist has completely controlled this mass of matter, enough to shape it into any form he wants...
——But at this moment.
From the chest of Valentine VII, a slender hand suddenly burst out of his chest!
It grabbed the pigeon and let it struggle desperately, but still strangled it directly to death.
In the fierce struggle, white flight feathers that far exceeded his body size were flying throughout the room... They were the torn soul of the old king.
"Uh uh uh……"
The white-haired old king looked at all this in astonishment, but he could say nothing.
Immediately afterwards, his chest ruptured further, and his belly continued to expand and bulge.
"——I said, you only have one chance. You can only go here, not beyond."
A clear and young boy's voice sounded: "If you can't kill me... don't be too greedy. It's because you are not prepared -"
Immediately afterwards, a blond boy who was only about eleven or twelve years old emerged from the old king's bulging belly.
Except for his more childish appearance, this is Peng Bonazi himself!
His body was naked and covered with blood and transparent mucus.
After he landed, he stretched out quite comfortably.
"If you go to the dream world, remember my words and come back to me when you have time. I'm quite curious about the experience after death. From now on, your bedroom will be mine, your wife will be mine, and so will your country - Star
There is no need to keep the name Antimony anymore. Over the years, there has not been even one person who has completed the Soul of Star Antimony... Are you worthy of being called Star Antimony?"
At this time, the old king's chest and abdomen had been completely torn and opened.
He collapsed on the seat, with his throat and lower abdomen separated from the middle to both sides. He looked like an anchovy shrimp whose head had been pinched and whose shell and line were removed.
The organs in his chest and abdomen had completely melted and become empty at some point. It was like a chicken that had been cleaned of all the water. Except for the bones, it was all meat. It seemed that it could be fried in a pan at any time.
Peng Bonazi, who was easily reborn from the state of being shattered to pieces, had no reaction to this - for him, this was just a daily act.
He is the Son of the Moon closest to the sixth level in the world!
This level of "death" is just an ordinary sleep to him.
At this time, the white-haired old man who had been disemboweled was still breathing out "whoosh", and his trachea made a sound like a bellows.
He was not completely dead - he was even conscious.
The old man was staring at Peng Bonaqi with his eyes wide open, and his mouth opened and closed like a dying fish, as if he wanted to say something.
"It's really hard work," Peng Bonaqi, who returned to his youthful posture, sighed, "I'll give you a good time."
He raised his left hand towards the old king.
I saw a flash of red light.
The next moment, all the blood in the old king's body was drained instantly - he almost turned into human skin and completely lost his life.
And Peng Bo's childish and thin body swelled in the wind, and returned to its original posture in just a few breaths. The original childish face also became mature and handsome in the blink of an eye, and the original slender hands and feet also became mature again.
Strong and powerful.
He did not cover up his body, nor did he care about the blood stains on Valentine VII's body. In other words, it was impossible for him to have any blood stains on his body - even a little bit of blood was completely drained by Peng Bonazi.
At this time, Valentine VII looked like a dark yellow clean blanket covering a skeleton.
He pulled out the shawl from the corpse of Valentine VII with great interest, and then put it on himself. He didn't have any other clothes on his body, so the shawl was not enough to cover his private parts.
But Peng Bonaqi kept his posture like this and pushed the door open directly.
He clapped his hands, attracting the others' attention.
"Come here," Peng Bo leaned lazily in front of the door, exposing his streamlined muscles and a perfect body like a marble sculpture, "go and collect the bones of your late emperor. We will put them away later."
I took it to the bedroom. There is a table missing in the study. Remember to add that the carpet does not need to be replaced. Then I sent someone to the Red Fort to get my spare carpet.
"——By the way, someone else will take me to Alfonso's bedroom. Then call Louise and Lucien over. I want to celebrate the new life of Star Antimony with them."
Pomponazzi planned to have fun with his wife and son all night long in front of Alfonso, who was now turned into rags, and in front of the many ancestor portraits in his bedroom - as an expensive dress that he liked very much was sold to that person.
A small punishment for the old man's brutal destruction.
——I said, you are allowed to try to kill me. But I did not allow you to ruin my clothes.
A rebellion involving the change of supreme power in Star Antimony started quietly and ended quietly.
No one can participate in it, and no one dares to stop it.
It seems that everything is inevitable.
"……Excuse me."
Someone boldly asked: "Are you our king from now on?"
If Peng Bonaqi really becomes the king of Star Antimony... then maybe it can be considered a great thing!
"King? Haha...Valentine...Eighth?"
Peng Bonacci was in a good mood now, so he was willing to explain with a smile: "No, no. I am just the prime minister with an extra level of prince status - whether it is from Louise's point of view or Lucien's point of view.
Angle... I can be called a prince. After all, they are all my lovers.
"——As for your new king, I have already decided on it. It is Lucien Valentine... although he doesn't know about it yet."
