I, the Goblin King: Rise to Dominate the Other World-Chapter 79 – Declare war! Take back Alice Nia!

The scouts, unwilling to believe it themselves, regretfully explained, "Goblins invaded Klinburg. At the last stand of the Klin mages, the Sword Saintess shattered the Gate of Heaven and killed thousands of soldiers and civilians, including the Klin mages..."

The words.

Charles II almost couldn't process it; the information was overwhelming.

He seemed frozen on his throne.

"Your Majesty? Are you alright?"

A scout asked worriedly.

After a long pause, Charles II questioned, "Are you sure there's no mistake in the information? How could Alice join the goblins, let alone massacre soldiers and civilians?"

Scouts, essentially spies or reconnaissance soldiers, are the most crucial intelligence members of a nation.

Each one is top-notch in their professional skills, incapable of lying.

But now, Charles II would rather doubt the scouts than believe such a thing.

Yet the scouts didn't know how to prove it, "Your Majesty, we, we wouldn't deceive you?"

Charles II's expression turned frantic.

Unable to accept the information.

He could only temporarily calm himself by doubting the scouts.

But just as he thought this, another group wanted to enter.

When the newcomers turned out to be members of the Klin family who had previously fled, Charles II's heart sank.

His always steady and resolute hand on the throne began to tremble slightly.

"Your Majesty! Klinburg has fallen!"

The words from the Klin family members were almost identical to those of the scouts.

Charles II's face darkened, and he remained silent for a long time.

Finally!

He drew his royal sword and angrily declared, "If any word of what you say is false, I will have you executed! Speak! Is it true?"

"It's true, Your Majesty!"

Everyone nodded hastily in fear.

"Ahhh! Goblins! Do you want to destroy my Lionheart Empire? Dream on! I will make you pay for everything!"

Charles II roared, losing all kingly dignity!

The blow was too great.

Losing Klinburg was one thing.

But for the noble and pure Sword Saintess to massacre a city for goblins!

To turn her blade against the people she once fought to protect.

How absurd.

The scouts were heartbroken, "Your Majesty, please don't be like this. We never thought a group of goblins could escalate things to this point."

Charles II breathed heavily in anger.

His deep voice echoed in the vast Holy Temple, like a lion burning with rage.

Finally, he spoke, "Gather all the ministers here, I will go and ask the old Pope!!!"

"What!"

Hearing that the old Pope was to be consulted, everyone knew the situation had reached a critical level.

They all retreated.

Charles II straightened his clothes and went directly to the Church.

However, he did not have the authority to meet the old Pope and could only ask the Holy Mother or the Cardinal to convey his message.

The Holy Mother was shocked and lost in thought upon hearing the news, "No way, that child Alice... it's all our fault."

She could roughly guess why.

The people's pressure, the forced violence, to kill that goblin infant.

Pushed Alice completely into the abyss.

She never expected Alice to make such a swift decision, even turning her sword against the kingdom's citizens.

Charles II's face was dark, unable to speak.

His heart heavy.

Seeing this, the Holy Mother said, "Since things have come to this, I will ask the Pope for his opinion."

"No, rather, please directly invite the Pope to our kingdom's Holy Temple council."

Charles II corrected, his attitude firm and resolute.

The Holy Mother was taken aback, "Alright, I will notify him."

It seemed the Lionheart Empire was about to change.

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In the kingdom's Holy Temple.

Barons, lords, ministers, and commanders all gathered.

The atmosphere in the grand hall was incredibly oppressive.

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Charles II, wearing the Golden Lion Crown, leaned on his hand, sitting at the highest point.

Exuding authority without anger.

Everyone was waiting for one person's arrival.

Finally, looking out from the grand doors, an elder in a white and gold robe slowly appeared.

Leaning on a golden crystal staff.

Wearing a golden cross helmet, with a cross necklace on his chest.

Half his face exposed from the hat, with some white beard showing, giving a sense of kindness.

The Holy Mother and Cardinal gently supported him.

Though over 120 years old, his eyes shone with a burning golden light!

Holy and awe-inspiring!

"Your Holiness!"

As he stepped into the Holy Temple, everyone bowed deeply.

Including Charles II, who rose from his throne to greet this transcendent figure.

Offering the highest respect!

And an additional throne was placed beside him.

The Pope, supported, slowly sat beside the king of this empire.

The Holy Mother and Cardinal stood by.

The ministers below wore solemn expressions, their eyes full of gravity.

It had been a long time since such a serious council was held.

And even the old Pope was invited.

They couldn't imagine how important it was.

Finally, Charles II spoke, "Your Holiness, everyone, this council is of great importance. I believe many are unaware of Klinburg's fall."

"What!"

"Impossible, isn't the lord of Klinburg the White Hat Mage?"

"And it's an entire family of mages..."

Everyone was shocked, discussing among themselves.

However, Charles II continued, "This, in my view, is not the most important."

The Cardinal's face changed slightly, "Your Majesty, is this not important?"

He didn't know what had happened.

Others also found it hard to believe anything could be more significant than a city's fall.

"The Sword Saintess, Alice Nia, she betrayed humanity, joined the goblin tribe, and personally massacred Klinburg..."

The weight of these words nearly crushed everyone!

For a moment.

The hall was eerily silent!

Each person stared wide-eyed, unable to believe the words.

But they came from the king's mouth!

Duke Klein staggered, nearly kneeling, "Your Majesty, are you sure? How could this be! Alice, she is such a noble and pure person, she couldn't possibly massacre a city!"

"Klein, enough, do you not even believe the king's words?"

At this time, the Empire's Royal Knight Commander 'Hamlet' sternly said.

Others' expressions trembled, most admired, even idolized the Sword Saintess.

This news was like a thunderbolt!

Many questioned.

Charles II's face was dark, full of regret, "If only I had been more resolute then, I shouldn't have been such a merciful king! That's what led to this situation!"

"Ahhh! That damned goblin!!!!!!"

Klein wept, clutching his hair, kneeling in anguish!

His goddess, idol, role model, and beloved had been taken by goblins.

More painful than death.

Similarly, several young ones cried uncontrollably, furious to the point of fainting!

A few imperial soldiers came in to escort those who lost control of their emotions out.

Charles II did not blame them, fully understanding.

Alice Nia was too important to this country, to the people, to them.

The oppressive atmosphere was suffocating, no one expected Alice's situation to end like this.

Heart-wrenching.

The Cardinal's expression was full of guilt, "Your Majesty, please punish me, it's all because of me."

If he hadn't acted to kill that goblin infant.

None of this would have happened.

Charles II's face was dark, somewhat displeased with him, "Forget it, it's not your fault, don't blame yourself."

"Ladies and gentlemen! Today, for our Lionheart Empire, is the most painful day! The most profound lesson in history!

We must remember it deeply! Engrave it in our bones, never to forget!

The reason for gathering everyone here is only one, to fully declare war on that goblin tribe! To reclaim Alice Nia! To rebuild Klinburg!"

Charles II's voice suddenly rose, solemn and tragic, standing from the throne, raising his hand and shouting.

Everyone immediately responded, "Declare war on the goblins! Reclaim Alice Nia! Rebuild Klinburg!!!"

At this moment.

A deep, aged voice sounded, calming everyone.

The Pope spoke, "I understand, Your Majesty called me for this reason, you have already decided, the consequences of declaring war, also against the Great Tomb."

"I am also old, I must, before I die, establish a peaceful and stable country for the people! The Great Tomb is always a hidden danger, it must not remain!"

Charles II resolutely stated.

No one objected, but their hands, unconsciously, trembled slightly.

The terror inside was incomparable to goblins.

Everyone had to be prepared to die.

Facing ultimate darkness and ultimate evil.

The old Pope was silent, seemingly pondering, finally making a decision, "Notify church members across the continent, have them all return."

"Alright!!"

Hearing this, everyone was filled with hope!

The Pope saying this meant he would also mobilize the entire church's power to assist in the fight!

"May the Lord bless us, victory will once again belong to the Lionheart Empire!!!"

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