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boom--! ! !
An invisible shockwave swept through the Calion Observatory! It wasn't a physical tremor, but a spiritual tsunami triggered by the instantaneous upheaval of the power structure!
Around the round table, the monarchs or agents projected from other disciplines, factions, and families, their faces frozen with composure, calculation, or indifference, were instantly replaced by incredulous astonishment, anger, and a deep sense of fear!
The "strain" has already been injected into the "host" and has begun to multiply rapidly!
Meastia stood before the humming ritual track, watching as the light of the four floating monarchical tokens gradually faded and returned to his palm.
The cold focus on his face slowly faded, replaced by a familiar smile, tinged with languor and a hint of mischievous triumph.
"Oh my, this is going to be quite lively."
He tossed the gem in his hand lightly, his gaze seemingly piercing through endless layers of earth and space, landing on the Calion round table, which was now surely engulfed in immense chaos and shock.
.........
Meastiana's cold and clear declaration—
"Carmagrive Meastia Drucker, representing the full will of neutrality, endorses the Albion reformation plan!"
Like four poisoned ice spikes, they pierced the dome of the Calion Observatory, constructed of star-track crystal, and embedded themselves into every solidified projection around the round table.
Dead silence.
Absolute silence enveloped this hall, which symbolized the supreme authority of the clock tower.
The star trails moved silently, and the crystal walls reflected faces that were either astonished, distorted, or bleeding profusely. The immense magical power permeating the air seemed to freeze, becoming so heavy it was suffocating.
The deathly silence lasted for less than half a second.
A suppressed roar, distorted by extreme shock and rage, shattered the chilling calm like a broken bellows being forcibly torn open!
The last two syllables exploded almost with a roar! Accompanied by a crisp sound like crystal being crushed.
That curse, filled with absolute blasphemy and impotent rage—"FUCK!"—was like a spark thrown into boiling oil, instantly igniting the entire observatory!
boom--! ! !
The deathly silence was shattered! In its place came a tsunami of sound, a chaotic upheaval triggered by the instantaneous collapse of the power structure!
"Measita?! That damned archaeological madman?!"
“Brisisan?! Solonia?! Gigumar?! They… how could they possibly join forces?!”
"Neutritionism?! The will of the people?! By what right does he represent them?! Who authorized him?!"
A roar of shock and rage, incredulous questions, whispers of fear, and furious curses, like countless chaotic audio tracks, intertwined and collided wildly above the round table!
Just a few minutes ago, the focus of the round table was those two stubborn, incredibly troublesome "negative" marks!
Everyone was racking their brains, trying to figure out the deeper meaning behind Euryph's risky move, weighing how to resolve the deadlock caused by the two vetoes, how to reorganize the strategy, and how to turn the tide before the ritual energy flow completely stabilized...
Their thinking is still stuck at the level of "how to play this game well".
However, Meastia's four votes—no, this heavy blow that "represented the entire will of neutrality"—were not "playing chess" at all!
This sudden "critical vote," which completely exceeded all deductions and contingency plans, was like a powerful EMP bomb being dropped into the intricately functioning thought circuits of everyone!
"Mental breakdown"—this word perfectly describes the state of most people around the round table at this moment.
Although it was only for a moment, the carefully constructed walls of defense on the faces of those cunning agents and monarchs crumbled instantly, and their most primal astonishment and loss of composure truly appeared.
In the midst of the dizziness and rage brought on by Meastia's four heavy votes, those monarchs and their agents who truly held power and whose minds were as precise as instruments were not merely filled with doubts about the imminent passage of the "Albion Reform Plan."
No.
The "plan" itself, and even whether the grand decision ceremony can be "completed," have all taken a backseat and become background noise.
What truly sent chills down the spines of these cunning foxes, as if an invisible venomous snake were coiling around their necks, were those two icy, bone-chilling questions that overturned all their political logic:
First: Why was the Grand Order decision ceremony conducted in this manner?
Second: What exactly do the neutral parties, who are detached from the meeting, want to do?
This was by no means a planned disruption, but rather a complete surprise!
On their simulation table, the neutral monarchs—Measitia, Brisessan, Solonia, Gigumar, and the opportunistic families they represented—
It should have been the "safest" and "most predictable" variable in this power feast.
Their stance is ambiguous, their interests are scattered, and they lack core cohesion.
Amid the fierce struggle between aristocracy and democracy, the most likely course of action is to remain prudent, observe from the sidelines, or wait for the right moment to sell and seize some marginal benefits.
They should have been independent variables, scattered pieces on the chessboard that could be temporarily ignored.
However, reality gave everyone a resounding slap in the face!
That decisive "key vote," enough to turn the tide in an instant, came without any lobbying or compromise from any party present, and without a lengthy exchange of interests or political reconciliation.
It happened so abruptly, so precisely, so ruthlessly—
It shot in from outside the venue! Originating from the depths of the Spirit Tomb, a place reverberating in the aftershocks of the frontline battle and considered a remote corner by everyone!
Meastia!
Not only did he cast his vote, but he also, in the name of "vanguard of neutrality," coerced Bricissan, Solonia, and Gigumar, binding their will and turning them into a poisoned dagger that stabbed into the heart of the Grand Decision!
"How did they do that?!"
This question, like cold venom, spread through the minds of every clear-headed schemer.
The Calion Observatory is the sanctuary of coronal decisions, the central hub for authorization, will projection, and magical linking.
Participating in the vote means passing through the observatory's rigorous verification process, projecting the monarch's token and one's own magical imprint onto it, and connecting to this theoretically impregnable ritual network built by the twelve monarch clans at great expense.
Voting outside the venue? Remote control?
This is nothing short of a blatant mockery and desecration of the Clock Tower's highest decision-making mechanism!
This, more than Meastia's vote of approval, instilled in the assembled dignitaries a fear that their very foundations were being shaken!
This means that the network of crown decision-making rituals, which monarchs regard as the cornerstone of their power, contains a fatal backdoor unknown to them and exploitable by their enemies! A vulnerability that can be "parasitized"!
The ability to do this so quietly... the technological prowess it represents, the depth of its penetration into ritual networks, and the resources and planning behind it are enough to make any rational opponent shudder.
However, even more terrifying than "how to do it" is the ultimate question hanging over everyone's heads like the Sword of Damocles:
"What are these neutralists planning to do next?!"
No one would be naive enough to believe that Meastia and the neutral faction he "represented" would go to such lengths, risking complete hostility from all factions, just to ensure the smooth passage of the "Albion Reformation Plan."
If it was just for this goal, they didn't need to leave the venue in the first place!
They could have easily done what other monarchs did: sat in the projection seats at the Calion Observatory and cast their votes in favor at crucial moments, achieving the same goal, and perhaps even using it to make a deal with Barthezello. That would have been less risky and the rewards more controllable.
But they didn't!
They chose the most secretive, dangerous, and "aggressive" method—to remain outside the venue and, in an manner akin to "hacking in," impose their will on the core of the ceremony!
This act itself is a declaration! A provocation! A declaration of war!
It clearly sends a signal: Meastia and the forces behind it have goals that are far more than simply passing the "Albion Transformation Plan".
They are not content to dance within the existing rules and stage.
They exploit the rules in order to break them! They parasitize rituals in order to control them, or even... replace them!
“A long-standing conspiracy…” an elderly monarch’s agent murmured, his voice hoarse, his eyes filled with deep apprehension.
He stared at the four cold, glaring "Agree" runes on the round table, as if he were seeing countless webs of conspiracy woven in the shadows for who knows how long.
Without years of meticulous planning, without in-depth analysis of the core structure of the Crown Decision Network, without covert integration and coercion of various neutral monarchical forces, and without a near-perfect grasp of the timing...
It is simply impossible to achieve such an astonishing and deadly condition!
This was by no means a spur-of-the-moment decision, but rather a long-planned scheme!
Meastia cast more than just four "yes" votes.
What he dropped was a signal flare announcing the beginning of a new world.
Chapter 642 Turmoil (4k)
Inside the Calion Observatory, the chaotic clamor triggered by Meastia's four heavy votes, filled with shock, anger, doubt, and deep fear, seemed to have been suddenly choked by an invisible giant hand!
It wasn't because of a monarch's stern rebuke, but rather because of the Round Table itself—the cold, star-track crystal disc that held the highest authority of the Clock Tower—that suddenly erupted with an irresistible magical flail!
Buzz—! ! !
A deep, soul-shaking resonance suddenly spread from the core of the round table! The light from the star trails instantly intensified tenfold, illuminating the entire observatory as if a supernova had exploded!
The magical energy in the air, which was originally restless and distorted due to chaotic will, was forcibly gathered and regulated as if by an invisible giant net, instantly becoming heavy and viscous, and... its nature changed drastically!
After receiving an overwhelming number of "agree" votes, the ceremony of the Grand Order decision was automatically, forcibly, and irreversibly activated by the magical logic built into it by the twelve monarchs, which represented "the will of the majority is truth"!
It doesn't care whether the voting process is "fair" or whether the source of the votes is "compliant".
Its underlying logic is simple yet brutal: once the required number of votes is reached, the ceremony can proceed!
All eyes, whether filled with shock, anger, fear, or cold calculation, were fixed on the center of the round table.
There, the enormous magical projection that floats in the air, representing the entire structure and energy nodes of the Albion Great Tomb, is undergoing a heart-stopping transformation!
The projection itself seemed to come alive!
It is no longer a static model, but has transformed into a boiling sea of energy!
Countless, intricate magic symbols, rune arrays, geometric mazes, and energy pathways that defy human comprehension...
Like billions of living vines of light, they spread, expanded, and multiplied wildly upwards from the base of the projection—the dark place representing the deepest veins of the spirit tomb—layer by layer, ring by ring!
They rotate, nest, and interlock! Golden magic threads weave the skeleton of the structure, indigo magic flows fill the lifeblood of energy, and crimson contract runes imprint the mark of authority!
Every second, the complexity and precision of the projection are increasing exponentially!
The entire "reconstruction blueprint" for the Albion Great Tomb is being forcibly injected into the real earth's foundation with unprecedented clarity and execution power by the great force of this Grand Decree!
At the same time, the air inside the observatory also underwent a complete change in properties.
What was originally just a rich, high-concentration magical sensation has now transformed into a substantial, viscous, liquid-metal-like magical pressure!
With each breath, it felt as if I was inhaling not air, but a liquid magic that burned my lungs!
The air was no longer filled with simple elemental scents, but with countless tiny magical "seeds" representing different modification commands!