Defying the Fate of Beheading

Chapter 896 - 457: What? Even the Demigod Jumped Off the Cliff? (Part 2)

However, Ense discussed how to counteract the elf’s song from the Golden Land."Block the intelligence staff’s ears with soundproof material?"

"It’s possible to make some preparations, but don’t expect too much. If stopping the sound could prevent incidents, someone would have already escaped from the Secluded Forest Sea Royal Capital."

That’s indeed correct.

Within the elf’s pantheon, there are powerful divine powers with magical priesthoods, making elves one of the most magic-pervasive races in the world.

The number of Mage Towers is not small.

And many mages like to apply silence arrays in their laboratories.

If it were simply a sound issue, there wouldn’t be a complete lack of news.

Normal people can’t imagine how many defense mechanisms these mages can install on their Mage Towers.

It’s even said at one point that a well-managed Mage Tower is a domain unto itself. For a peer-level professional to reach the top and meet the mage, it would cost tenfold or even dozens of times more effort.

In the past millennia, the number of demigods in the Secluded Forest Sea has decreased significantly, but there is certainly no shortage of legendary mages.

So the chances of sound isolation methods being effective are very low.

So someone suggested:

"Why not send someone over with a vacuum sphere? By isolating spatial interference and exiling oneself to another dimension, surely that sound can’t reach another dimension, right?"

But the chief intelligence officer remarked:

"That probably won’t work either. I have an excellent example under my team, an assassin with a special innate constitution capable of long-term lurking in the shadows, isolated from the outside world.

In a shadow-stealth mode, the assassin places himself in the shadow plane, and it’s challenging for ordinary people to catch him.

He seldom emerges from the shadows daily. If he senses something wrong, he immediately extracts himself from the scene and sends the message out, but he’s gone."

The chief didn’t specify how he knew the person was gone.

Officials won’t inquire either.

Because that’s the intelligence officers’ methodology.

Asking too much could easily be taboo.

Another person said:

"I still maintain that the Rose Maiden shouldn’t venture into the Golden Land; if you insist, I suggest having Lord Louis air-drop a golem in to observe the situation."

The person turned to Louis, knelt on one knee, and said:

"My lord, I was previously responsible for interfacing with the Cangqing Mechanical Corps. Their past leader often said that some special powers bypass conventional extraordinary rules, directly intervening through high-dimensional means.

If there’s no countermeasure, sending countless people in would be fatal. I urge you to reconsider, Lord."

Louis squinted and said:

"High-dimensional means of influence? It’s not out of the question. If that’s the case, I wouldn’t need to step in."

Louis pondered a bit and looked at Beatrice, asking:

"Is there a considerable number of death row prisoners in Ense’s prison now?"

"There’s been no shortage in the past decade."

Louis nodded.

He guessed the reason.

The last decade was precisely when the emperor stopped appearing publicly.

In ten years, some people’s thoughts became apparent, revealing issues not exposed during the emperor’s reign. With the emperor absent for a decade, matters began surfacing.

It’s understandable why many people with issues surfaced in these ten years.

He contemplated briefly before speaking up:

"Anyway, they’re death row prisoners. Make the most of them, create a control group, and list all the methods you can currently think of. First, check whether any of our existing methods can resist the eerie song’s corruption.

If there’s anything that barely holds up, record it. Next time, I’ll empower them with Soldier Realm’s energy, then send them in to take a look."

Upon this suggestion, the discussions in the assembly hall instantly fell silent, and the room was enveloped in dead quiet.

A minister cautiously remarked:

"My lord, have you already taken a crucial step in stabilizing the blessings?"

Louis was taken aback.

Then he heard Beatrice beside him say with a headache:

"Alright, don’t overthink it. I’m in favor of using death row prisoners, but you mustn’t send your own youngsters over."

Beatrice said, smiling despite herself: "Louis would never agree to such a request."

Louis only felt a wealth of information.

He merely mentioned empowering death row prisoners with the Soldier Realm, so why was everyone so agitated?

But after pondering a few seconds, he caught on.

He couldn’t help but chuckle, saying:

"I recall telling you long ago, I’m not a god."

Everyone chorused: "Yes, Lord Louis, you’re right!"

What difference does it make, in the narrow sense of the term, to be a god?

As long as Lord Louis can manifest the same might as the deities, how is that different from being a deity to them?

Louis realized these folks had no intention of changing their mindset.

Goodness.

After the emperor, would he also be revered as a god by the citizens?

Isn’t this a regression in history?

Though he understood,

Even though Louis continuously emphasized that he’s not a god, as long as he can accomplish what a god can and even bestow power to believers like a god, what difference does it make for those below him?

Mighty power and immense personal charisma inherently lead to someone’s deification.

But Louis genuinely didn’t want to witness this happening.

He jokingly said:

"Perhaps I possess nearly divine power, but my path is entirely different from that of a god. Besides, as you know, I’m not perfect.

I have many flaws, like my jealousy — I’m envious that you can see Beatrice’s beauty. I want to hide her so that only I can see her."