Chapter 986

The last day of August.

There was just a heavy rain yesterday, which brought some coolness to the hot summer, and the rising sun was not too glaring. The weather was clear and cloudless.

For the millions of residents who live in Northriel, today is nothing special,

In the morning, people leave their homes to start their day.

The streets gradually became lively with cars rushing and pedestrians weaving together; children in the school read aloud to the teacher in unison, someone in the church of the gods prayed in a low voice, the machinery in the factory started, the workers on the assembly line looked numb, and the farmers Working in the manor and farmland outside the city, the shop assistants are on duty to entertain guests.

All living beings have not noticed the clues of the change.

Some people who are more concerned about current affairs, after reading the content in the newspaper, will talk to the people next to them in their spare time that the plenary meeting of the empire will be held today.

The theme of the meeting was to establish a campaign committee and arrange the election process for the new consul.

The vast majority of people have no interest in discussing this. In their view, there is no suspense about the next consul.

No one is better suited to be consul than His Excellency Wren Augustus!

In the past ten years, everyone has seen the achievements of the consuls. The territory of the empire has expanded, businessmen have made a lot of money, the wages of ordinary people have increased, and children from poor families can also enter schools and have the opportunity to become superhumans.

New buildings, neighborhoods, and docks were built in each city, streets got wider, more cars were on the road, and living conditions improved significantly.

The number of extraordinary people has more than doubled, and their average strength has also increased by more than one level compared to ten years ago.

The law and order in the city has improved, crimes and cases of evil god believers have been greatly reduced, and even the incidence of blood curses has dropped a lot.

Whether it is the nobles and the rich, or the superhumans with power, ordinary people and common people at the bottom all obviously feel the huge changes.

The empire is thriving, and everything is developing in a good direction.

These are the best times!

Among the dozens of consuls and emperors in the history of the empire, none of them can achieve the achievements of His Excellency Rennes. If he does not serve as a consul, then who is qualified?

Few people think that the consul will fail to be re-elected, and at least four full terms must be served!

Only a handful of people who had access to the upper echelons of the empire could smell a tinge of uneasiness. Under the calm situation, there was an undercurrent surging, and it seemed that a terrible storm was brewing.

Eight O'clock.

The councilors who rushed to the imperial capital from all over the empire arrived outside the Fuberden Castle one after another. Some were waiting at the gate, but did not immediately enter the Temple of Truth, and some went directly to the meeting hall of the Temple of Congregation and sat quietly in their seats.

Whether it's a veteran member of parliament or a young new member of parliament, everyone's expression is very serious, even dignified.

There are more than 300 imperial councilors, only 20 or 30 can attract attention, and they are all representatives of various forces. They can get in touch with the top figures of the empire at any time, and behind each of them is a consul or a holy soul wizard. , plays an important role in his own faction.

In the past, these powerful imperial councilors would be surrounded by many people.

Their talk is the bellwether of Parliament.

But today, there is silence inside and outside the Temple of Truth. The members of the Empire occasionally exchange a few words in a low voice, and most of the time they use eye contact to observe their colleagues in the parliament.

The eyes of the congressmen are full of scrutiny, vigilance and suspicion.

"when……"

A quarter before nine o'clock, a magic bell sounded from the Temple of Truth.

More than 300 seats in the chamber have been filled, and the imperial councilors are waiting for the arrival of the consul and the rotating representatives of the Supreme Council.

The next time the magic bell rang, the meeting officially began.

ruling hall.

Ren walked to the window of the office, looked at the Temple of Truth coming from the magic bell, stared at it for a few seconds, and glanced at a magnificent palace north of the Dutch Palace, and paused for a while. There was the Rick Palace, Orion The seat of the emperor's throne of the Ser Empire.

"The day has finally come."

Ren whispered to himself, turned and went downstairs without hesitation, and came to the gate of the ruling hall under the admiration and awe of all the officials of the Dutch Palace.

The Rick Imperial Guards swarmed up, and Hesktor, the leader, saluted and said, "Your Excellency, the Consul."

Ren nodded slightly, and rode on Borch, who had turned into a golden-scaled Pegasus, looked up at the sky, and suddenly smiled: "Today's weather is good, suitable for doing big things."

Hesktor's eyes changed slightly, and he echoed in a low voice: "Yes..."

"Let's go." Ren waved his hand.

"Obey!"

The ranks of the Rick Guards moved. At the front were four tall knights, holding the double-headed eagle flag representing the consul of the empire. Teams of knights surrounded Rennes in the middle, and the whole team exuded majesty and majesty. breath.

Sicarius followed the Ultramarines with a company on both sides of the team. The tall and burly Ultramarines wore heavy power armor, and their tyrannical aura made people tremble.

The consul's team walked out of the Dutch Palace, passed through the huge square directly in front of the Rick Palace, and arrived at the Temple of Truth on the other side of the square.

Finally stop before the statue of the Goddess of Magic.

Ren dismounted and prayed silently in front of the statue, then stepped up the steps and entered the Temple of Truth.

"The Consul is here!"

Hesktor walked into the temple hall with a few quick steps, and the loud voice spread throughout the hall. The imperial guards standing at the temple gate, under the pillars, and around the hall stood at attention, and lightly touched the weapons in their hands to the ground, making a bang. ringing.

The members of the empire stood up with a clatter, and turned to look at the door of the chamber.

The atmosphere was solemn.

Ren stepped into the hall of the temple, and all the members of the empire saluted him, watching him pass through the aisle in the middle of the seats. The councilors on both sides of the aisle, whether they belonged to the Nether faction or the Balance faction, all showed respect on their faces when Ren passed by him.

The eyes of the Modu faction members are full of admiration and fanaticism, like devout believers.

Ren walked down the aisle step by step, crossed the front row, and boarded the rostrum in the conference hall. There was a row of large seats on the stage.

He stopped on the middle seat, turned around and faced the audience.

"Meet the Consul!"

The imperial councilors saluted loudly.

The consul is elected from among the imperial council members. He is not only a member of the imperial council, but also the head of all council members. He also serves as the speaker of the imperial council and is responsible for presiding over the plenary meetings. He has the title of "first councilor", so his status is far ahead of other councilors. above.

Ren raised his hand and said in a low voice: "Members, please sit down."

The Imperial MPs took their seats one after another.

Ren looked at a chair next to him, and soon, an elf figure appeared, with a handsome face, a pair of pointed ears, wearing a light red magic robe, and a white crow embroidered on his chest.

"Master Ma Youfu." Ren greeted.

"Consul."

The Supreme Council has a rotating representative every month who attends important meetings of the Imperial Council and generally does not participate in speeches. It was Ma Youfu's turn this month, and he had to attend such an important event as the establishment of the election committee.

"Master, please sit down." Ren said, "The meeting will begin immediately."

Ma Youfu suddenly said: "Consul, please wait a moment."

"What's the matter, master?" Ren took a deep look at Ma Youfu's projection.

Although it was just a projection, Ma Youfu's real body was far away in the Floating City of Flanaiss, but with just one glance, Ren's gaze put pressure on Ma Youfu.

The Elven Archmage's eyes flickered for a moment, as if he didn't dare to look directly at Ren, and subconsciously clenched his hands.

He took a deep breath and said loudly: "I request the Supreme Council to hold an emergency interim meeting, right here, in front of all the members of the Empire, instead of going to the Supreme Palace."

"Wow..."

There was commotion in the chamber.

At least half of the more than 300 imperial councilors changed their expressions. They all knew the inside story in advance, and they couldn't help saying: It's coming!

Everyone looked at the consul on the stage.

"Oh?" Ren asked calmly, "Master Mayoufu, tell me your reason." Generally speaking, only the Big Three of the empire are qualified to initiate the convening of the Supreme Council, and there must be a good reason. Ma Youfu.

Not to mention, Ma Youfu wanted to convene the Supreme Council in front of the Imperial Councilors.

Obviously came prepared.

Ma Youfu didn't speak, but a deep voice responded for him: "I asked for it."

A tall figure appeared next to Ma Youfu, wearing a thick black magic robe, with a strong figure, a shaved head, a sharp beard on the chin, a majestic face, exuding a sturdy temperament, it was Tim, the Duke of Gray Eagle. *Kennan.

After his projection appeared, he said: "Today, there will be a major bill related to the future of the empire, which will be submitted to the Imperial Parliament for voting, and the Supreme Council will also vote on the spot to make the final decision."

"Consul, is my reason enough?"

Tim Kenan stared at Ryan as he spoke, making no secret of his coming.

Before Renn could answer, he received a magical message from the Supreme Council. It was Tim Kenan who was in front of him. He didn't even want to ask for his consent.

Almost at the same time, one figure after another appeared on the stage.

Kelstone, the Duke of Redstone, Great Sage Congerald, Master Huo Huai, Magna, Duke of Purple Flame, Tuzitu, Duke of Black Robe, and Kronomanser, who was promoted to Holy Soul Sorcerer a few months ago .

With the addition of Tim Kennan and Ma Youfu, the eight members of the Netherite and Balance faction are all present.

Exactly half of the members of the Supreme Council.

Ren's face was serious.

A projection array was set up on the rostrum of the Imperial Chamber, and holy soul wizards and archmages could directly project them in their towers or floating cities. But this is not the Supreme Palace after all. In the history of the empire, the holy soul wizards convened in places other than the Supreme Palace. It only happened two or three times. The members of the two factions arrived so quickly, it was obvious that they had already discussed it.

The members of the empire also realized that the Nesser faction and the Balance faction are really going to attack the consul!

The atmosphere on the stage froze.

The MPs in the audience did not dare to make a sound.

Some imperial councilors' palms were sweating, and their hearts were extremely nervous. At the same time, they also had a kind of excitement and anticipation in the middle of a big event. It might be their only chance in this life to see the confrontation of the Supreme Council with their own eyes!

The projections of the two factions of holy soul wizards sat silently on the chairs, all sitting on Ren's left hand side.

Ren glanced at them, and said expressionlessly: "Since Master Kenan initiated the call, then let's do it this way."

He stood in front of his seat and waited.

Ten seconds later.

The Holy Soul Sorcerers of Modus came to project one after another, Anse Wodos, Master Oroin, Prophet Medifer, Queen of Storms, Duke of Silver Star, Dean Sabra and Oxilia.

When they saw the situation on the stage, their faces changed.

Anse Wodos asked in a deep voice: "Grey Eagle, what did you call us to the Imperial Chamber for?" Oroin also frowned.

"Why do you ask knowingly?" Tim Kenan replied quietly.

Anse Wodalston looked displeased for a moment.

The purpose of Gray Eagle is not difficult to guess, it is nothing more than the later proposal passed by the Imperial Parliament, allowing the Supreme Council to vote on the spot, and not giving the Mordu faction a chance to discuss. At the same time, voting in front of the Imperial Councilors can put more pressure on the Modus.

The Balance faction and the Nether faction only had eight votes in the Supreme Council, a tie at most.

Gray Eagle made a sudden attack...

A flash of inspiration flashed in Anse Woldas's mind. If he was not sure, Tim Kennan's character would definitely not make such a big battle, which meant that he had nine votes in his hands!

Modu has sent traitors!

Which one is it?

Anse Wodos quickly looked at the allies around him, but for a while, he couldn't tell which one had defected.

He quickly winked at Ren, but found that Ren did not respond.

Ren whispered: "Teacher, please sit down."

Anxi Wodoston immediately understood that Ren had anticipated this situation and even knew who the traitor was, which made him even more anxious. No matter who succeeds today, the Supreme Council and the Empire will be torn apart. The possibility of Gray Eagle's victory is very low, and his actions will only accelerate Rennes' plan.

"Grey Eagle, you will regret it." Anxi Wodas sighed, he intentionally or unintentionally delayed the arrival of this day, but he failed in the end.

"hehe……"

Tim Kennan responded with a sneer.

The holy soul wizards of the Modu faction had different expressions, and they sat on the right side of Rennes.

The sixteen members of the Supreme Council lined up on the stage, with Ren in the middle, and said loudly: "Goddess protects, the truth lasts forever!"

"Truth lives forever!"

Everyone in the chamber prayed, and the statue standing in the temple trembled slightly.

After praying, Ren announced: "The meeting has begun. Today's first topic is the establishment of an election committee to start the election for the next consul..."

The holy soul wizards and archmages on the stage said nothing.

The MPs listened quietly. Many of them have gone through multiple campaigns and are familiar with the process. The campaign committee was not the focus of today, and no one obstructed the whole process. In a dignified and weird atmosphere, Rennes successfully selected a group of imperial MPs to set up a committee.

Suddenly, a hand was raised.

Everyone looked over in unison, only to see a legendary wizard stood up and said in a loud voice: "Consul, fellow colleagues, I propose to the parliament: formally legislate that holy soul wizards are not allowed to serve as consuls!"