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"Magi prepare, Raging Flames Storm!" A high-ranked Elven Magus stood in front of Silverymoon and shouted loudly.

The unique sound of the Raging Flames Storm's activation filled the area outside Silver Moon City. Countless Giant Demons struggled in the flames, before hurriedly retreating.

"My lord, this is the thirteenth attack of the Giant Demon race. The magic power of Magi is almost exhausted, and we have to think of other methods!" A ranger hurriedly walked to the side of the Grand Warlock and said.

"Based on past experience, the Giant Demons are about to withdraw. They have never wasted more than 100 people. In these 13 attacks, over a million Giant Demons have already died. They should be retreating now. Wait a bit, His Majesty Dashi will definitely find a way!" Every wizard in the Sun Dynasty worships Dasrima now.

The high-ranked elves were now completely under the control of Dashima, and the seven nobles who had accompanied Dashima to the Lordaeron Continent had also made great progress. Their strength had already reached the peak they could reach, and they were about to enter the realm of demigods, the bottleneck of the Grand Warlock. However, they had powerful mounts ? the Dragon and Eagle. With the Dragon Eagle, these powerful Magi now had strength comparable to demigods. If not for the fact that they needed the energy from the Solar Well to maintain their aging bodies, they might have started revolting against the Dragon Eagle.

But Dasrima was very ill now, and had the Sunwell not been on his deathbed, he would have died thousands of years ago. He didn't know what was wrong with him, but he found that his life was failing, and he sensed that his life was reaching its limit. But his son, Anastasia, was unable to control the seven powerful lords, and that was what he feared.

What should he do? Dasrima had been unable to come up with a strategy all day, and now that he was powerless, he realized that his time was up tonight. He called on Anastarian and told him his will, that he and Anastarion were alone, that no one knew what they were talking about, and that the news of Dasrima's death had been announced when Anastarion came out.

"Oh? I didn't think that Dasrima would die. I thought he was going to suppress us for the rest of our lives! " A nobleman said with a laugh that they had known about Daselma's illness from the beginning, but they did not know if Daselma was faking it, so they were holding it in. However, now that the news of Daselma's death had been spread out, they no longer had to endure it. Hence, they began to act brazenly, no longer showing any respect towards Daselma, who usually had some form of respect.

"He has restrained us for almost five thousand years. Is he going to restrain us?" Another noble raised his wine cup and joked.

"I think we should see what our beloved king has done for our future King Chasing. The Giant Demons' attacks continue to attack outside of the city. I wonder if our future Emperor can chase them away? " Another noble lord said meaningfully.

"Then let's wait and see!"

None of the nobles could have imagined that Anastalian, after announcing the death of Dasrima, would announce that he would inherit the legacy of Dasrima and succeed him as the King of the Chasing Sun Dynasty. Before any of them could react, he would issue an order for the seven nobles to lead their men into battle, revoking their lord's rights if they disobeyed the order!

A single order filled the seven nobles with indignation, but they had no choice but to stand on the wall, for the whole of the Chasing Sun Empire was now grieving over the death of Dasrima. If they opposed the order of Anastarian at this time, they would lose the support of the people, and this was the moment when the life and death of the Chasing Sun Dynasty would be at stake, and if they, the mighty lords, did not step forward, they would not be worthy of the respect of the people.

Of course, the fault of the Seven Nobility Lords had been committed long ago, and Dath'Rima knew it, and he had even purposely made them do it, using it to establish the prestige of Anastasia, who had indeed done so. However, Dasrima knew that this was just a temporary measure. If Anastasia could make progress, she could naturally suppress the seven great lords. If Anastasia did not make progress, then he would still be controlled by the seven great lords.

With the participation of the seven great lords, the war quickly subsided. The Giant Demon once again suffered a great loss and was forced to retreat. But from now on, the Giant Demon no longer carried out a routine attack.

Although Anastarianism had gained a great deal of prestige from this incident, it had also aroused the strong displeasure of the seven great lords. They were waiting for the right time to take over Anastarianism in one fell swoop, and then completely grasp the rights of the Sun Dynasty.

He was in such a hurry that he wanted to disarm the lords soon after the war, so he gave the order, an order to put him in a cage, that the Grand Warlock in charge of the battle should take over the army, and that the army should put him above the seven great lords. Then, the lords launched their counterattack. They used the people to reject Anastarian's order and imprison the Grand Warlock. They then formed the Silvermoon Council under the name of Anastarian immaturity. And so, less than a month had passed since he had taken over the throne.

It had gone beyond Anastasia's imagination, and he had no choice but to hide in the palace and repent all day long. He felt that he had failed Dasrima, that he had not managed the dynasty his father had left behind, that he had even essentially lost it, and that what was most unacceptable to him was that he had given it up to him!

After that, Anastasia no longer cared about military matters. He simply looked at the sunwell and waited for the right moment. He had also learned to be patient. He was waiting for someone who could move to or to the Silvermoon Council to appear. What he did not expect was that his patience lasted for thousands of years. He endured until he was about to die, and then his nobility appeared.

The Silvermoon Council was headed by seven Lords. They had to take care of the affairs of the empire, not giving any face to the nominal King Anastarianism at all. Then the Sun Dynasty began to be divided into two parts, one led by the Silver Moon Parliament, whose interests were central to the interests of the Assembly, that is to say, the interests of the nobles; and the other was made up of ordinary citizens loyal to Anastasia, and although there were also officials of the dynasty among them, none of them held any important positions, and the important positions were occupied by the people of the Silver Moon Parliament, and only the minor ones were appointed by Anastarianism, who was the main supporter of Anastarianism.