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She gently bit her right thumb, then channeled all her magical energy towards Gisela.

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Chapter 358 The Fall of Saint Stephen's Crown: Capter 74 The Hero's Self-Destruction (Seeking Votes)

A surge of immense power coursed through his body, and Garibaldi lunged at the fox princess in the distance with unprecedented speed.

The speed was so fast that even Jeanne, who was standing to the side, couldn't react in time. The other party grabbed Gisela's delicate neck with one hand and pulled her toward the ground.

"My blood hasn't all been drawn yet. As long as we have faith, we can rise again. We will never fail!" Garibaldi roared madly as he drew patterns on his face with his bloodied hands.

"Giselle!" Jeanne called out Giselle's name anxiously, and then rushed to the ground as well. VV, who was standing to the side, just watched with a smile and did not stop Jeanne's idea at all, but let her support Giselle.

"So, can a nation only become great by establishing an independent country?" Gisela coldly stared at the woman who was frantically grabbing her neck, and the woman questioned Garibaldi in the calmest tone.

"Of course! That is of course the common dream of all Italians."

"I'd give up my soul if it meant defeating you!" After drawing lines on her face with blood, Garibaldi unleashed the power within the red magic stone. Her magic energy changed from white to blood red, and her aura completely transformed.

"Blood! I need more blood!" Garibaldi kept repeating the strange whispers. She slammed her red-glowing fist into Gisela's magic shield, and the green shield instantly developed visible cracks.

"This is the belief of 20 million Italians! This is our thousand-year-old dream, damned invaders, fall!" Garibaldi's language and logic were strange; at this moment, she seemed like a completely different person.

"Die!" She took a deep breath, clasped her hands together into fists, and slammed them down on Gisela with all her might. With a deafening roar, Gisela, struck by the attack, plummeted to the ground like a cannonball. The green light particles generated by the magic shield formed long trails, like shooting stars.

"Fox!" Jeanne quickened her pace and flew towards Gisela.

"You woman who aided and abetted evil! I will never let you go either." Garibaldi gathered light in her hand, and a ball of light, unlike the linear light of the magic cannon, flew straight towards Jeanne. After hitting her magic shield, it exploded again, and in her sight, Jeanne seemed to have been easily knocked down.

"Hahahaha! You must all die, you ants who trample on lofty ideals!" Garibaldi laughed hysterically. At this moment, she had long lost her usual rationality, leaving only a ferocious and violent expression like that of Satan.

She raised her hands, and new red light converged as her magical cannons were simultaneously aimed at the army on the ground.

"Die, die, die! Noisy insects have no reason to live." A red light, like a shooting star, fell to the ground. The attack, which did not distinguish between friend and foe, poured onto the positions of both sides' soldiers. Within the range of the light, everyone was vaporized, and the magic armor was twisted and deformed due to the high temperature before exploding.

By this time, Garibaldi had already been controlled by this strange power and transformed into a demon seeking revenge against humanity. She had no sense of good or evil; her only desire was to utterly destroy everything.

"She did use it after all!" Pope Theresa stood solemnly on a small hill, gazing at Garibaldi in the sky.

The Church has ruled Europe and even most of the world for over a thousand years. How could it have established itself in a continent full of extraordinary people if it relied solely on the faith of mortals? Did it rely on the magical power produced by the small territory of the Papal States?

Knowledge, forbidden knowledge, is the Church's strongest weapon for remaining invincible.

It's a pity that this extraordinary knowledge and power should have been sealed away, but now it's being used again...

“Nothing is more heartbreaking than a hero falling into demonhood, isn’t it? My lovely little Theresa.” Dressed in a purple gown, with long, golden hair like a woman, the man calmly gazed at Garibaldi, who hung in the sky like the Sword of Damocles, bringing judgment upon humanity.

“Grandpa! Why did you give her that evil power! You will destroy her.” Theresa gently pulled the chains on her hands, and a huge cross base was placed in front of her.

“Little Theresa, you are still too young. You don’t understand the power of a hero, a banner. The only way to end this farce is to destroy her completely. Aponia, please tell her our final script.” The man raised his right hand, took a rose from his breast pocket, and held it to his nose, admiring it with a look of pleasure.

“Yes, Your Excellency,” said the gray-haired beauty named Aponia, standing respectfully behind Otto.

"Honored as a hero of two worlds, a hero who led the Italian people to independence, Giuseppe Garibaldi was ultimately transformed in battle after battle, from a brave and fearless fighter into a cruel and ruthless schemer. She used civilians as bait in Palermo, massacred innocent people in Naples, and framed the royal army. Finally, in Albiza, she revealed her true nature and became a demon against all people of conscience."

"The fallen hero was ultimately slain by the princess, who symbolizes justice and order." Aponia frowned as she mentioned the word "slain."

"At that time, the Italian independence movement will be completely defeated, and you, our esteemed Pope of Rome, the leader of the Catholic world, will be able to return in triumph in Rome under the escort of the Austrians, and that princess will help you purge all the Jesuits in Rome."

In return, I have already conveniently cleared away the biggest obstacle to her throne. At that time, you will become the true Pope of Rome, and we, the Thirteen Courts, will no longer have to endure the exclusion and suppression of those heretics. Our princess can then march unimpeded to the throne and become the most legendary emperor in the history of the empire.” Otto continued to look up at the sky. Though merely a mortal, he had already set his sights on a far greater future; the future of humanity would not be confined to the land beneath his feet.

"This is... heresy!" The silver-haired girl glared angrily at the man before storming off, leaving only the blond man and the woman named Aponia standing there.

Theresa, who clearly still possesses a sense of justice and goodwill towards humanity, cannot turn a blind eye to Otto's despicable methods...

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Chapter 359 The Fall of Saint Stephen's Crown: Capter 75 Blue Flame and Red Lotus Bloom in the Sky (Seeking Votes)

Gisela, who had already landed at this moment—

“As expected, this power is not right.” Gisela looked down at the crater he had created in the ground. It seemed that Aponia’s information was indeed correct; the Jesuits had indeed given Garibaldi something special.

As for why she didn't rush to retaliate earlier, it was because she wanted to observe whether Garibaldi had any other tricks up his sleeve, but now it seems that the other party has lost his mind.

"By the way! Jeanne Alter, are you alright?" Gisela still preferred to call her Jeanne Alter instead of her real name.

"Even if you die, I won't!" The noble Duchess of France was currently hanging upside down from a large tree because of the parachute ropes.

“You’d be more popular if you weren’t so sharp-tongued.” Gisela slightly raised her hand, took a dart from the weapon slot in her leg armor, and threw it at Jeanne’s parachute rope. (The dart was an addition Gisela had requested.)

Then, like a weight, Jeanne successfully crashed to the ground.

“That woman has gone mad; she won’t even spare her own people,” Jeanne said to Gisela, standing up somewhat awkwardly.

"Don't rush, let me think about it." Gisela rested her chin on her hand, lost in thought.

Seeing Gisela lost in thought, Jeanne began to observe the princess with her golden eyes. Her silver hair and purple eyes bore a resemblance to Su Beiming, who had caused her considerable PTSD, yet the differences were significant. Perhaps it was some inner turmoil, but Jeanne found herself subtly harboring the illusion that she could retaliate. The thought of defeating that woman, Su Beiming, made her smile even more playful.

"Jeanne Alter!" Gisela's sudden words interrupted Jeanne's reverie, pulling her back to reality.

"Why are you yelling so loudly! I'm not deaf!" Jeanne retorted instinctively, but realizing that she still needed this woman's help, she shrank back like a deflated balloon.

"You! Never mind... Your flames are still usable, right?" Gisela could see Jeanne's little rebellious streak, but she had no time to waste with Jeanne right now.

"We can decide after much deliberation." This time, Jeanne's attitude was much more compliant.

“That would be perfect, we’ll do this in a bit…” Gisela pulled Jeanne close by her neck and whispered in her ear.

A few minutes later————

Gisela planted his Saint Stephen's Sword in the ground, then knelt down, pressing his palms firmly against the soft ground, and recalled the fragments of memories he had obtained from Su Beiming.

Su Beiming is the guardian deity of the Ming Dynasty and also belongs to the category of land gods. Perhaps the ground is her true domain, more so than the sky. Thinking of this, Gisela diligently infused her magical energy into the land. Immediately, a ball of blue flame slowly moved around her, and gradually the trajectory of the flame formed a huge magic circle. The pattern from the Book of Changes slowly unfolded.

At the same time, Jeanne gripped her sword tightly with a solemn expression, holding it to her chest and then embracing it, silently reciting a prayer praising God. Unlike Gisela, she was surrounded by a ring of black magical energy, followed by a black flame in the shape of a cross burning around her.

"Jeanne, please come and take my sword hilt." Gisela's voice had an ethereal quality to it, a quality she displayed when her magical power was fully unleashed.

Jeanne de Darc stood up, took a deep breath, and walked toward Gisela.

Garibaldi, who was in a frenzy in the sky, also turned his attention back to the two people on the ground because he sensed the huge fluctuations in magical energy.

Then a barrage of attacks came, explosions rang out around the two, but not a single one hit them. Seeing that their efforts were having little effect, Garibaldi pounced on the two directly.

“A maddened beast always relies on its hunting instincts and easily overlooks things that are dangerous.” Gisela’s lips curled up slightly, her purple eyes full of disdain.

"Fine wine in a luminous cup, I long to drink, but the pipa urges me on." As the clear, standard Chinese words flowed from Gisela's lips, the blue flames surrounding her soared into the sky to an unprecedented height, their immense power completely engulfing the approaching Garibaldi.

"Jeanne, it's your turn." Gisela gracefully raised her hand. At this moment, she probably didn't even realize that she was as calm and composed as Su Beiming during their battle.

"Roar! My wrath!" Crimson lotuses danced in the sky, soaring into the heavens with the blue flames, reaching even higher. Two different powers merged in this strange way, transforming into a new force.

The red magical energy that was consuming Garibaldi was burning at an alarming rate.

"Don't laugh at me lying drunk on the battlefield; how many have returned from ancient battles?" Gisela snapped his fingers lightly, and as a blue lotus flower landed on Garibaldi's head, a huge explosion once again resounded throughout the heavens and earth.

The soldiers on both sides stared in horror at the battle that seemed to be fought like a divine spectacle. Before this battle, no one had ever felt so clearly how insignificant they were.

With Garibaldi's fall, it seemed as if everything had truly come to an end.

“It went surprisingly smoothly! Gisela…” Jeanne turned around with a smile, only to see Gisela, whose hair had turned back to gold and whose appearance had returned to normal, lying on the ground. So she quickly walked to Gisela, hugged her, and Gisela threw herself into her arms.

"The scent of lavender," Gisela murmured wearily.

"You fox, you're really useless!" Jeanne still had that French look of disdain, but her tone was extremely gentle.

"Stop talking nonsense, I'm just a little tired..." Gisela fell asleep before she could finish speaking.

Italy's hero fell on this day, just like this rising nation, which, before it could fully radiate its light and heat, was once again strangled by its own inherent flaws.

The Italian army suffered an unprecedented defeat, and the outcome was already clear on the Albiza plain.

When news of the defeat at the front reached Naples, the republic's "leaders" opened the city gates and rushed to the Austrian camps overnight to report on their colleagues and sever ties with Garibaldi. All their national integrity and vows to fight all oppressors to the end were nothing but a joke.

The person who said it is still alive, but countless patriots who put it into practice have died because of it.

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Chapter 360 The Fall of St. Stephen's Crown: Capter 76 Enters Rome (7 Million; 2 Votes Requested)

News of the complete victory at the Battle of Albiza quickly spread throughout Europe. The invincible imperial army, at an unprecedented speed, successively recaptured most of the major cities of the Kingdom of the Two Sicilies, and the Italian Republic, which had been established for less than a month, came to a complete end.

The former Kingdom of the Two Sicilies has become history, as Princess Gisela Louise of the Empire, with unprecedented firmness, was determined to split it into two historically existing countries, the Kingdom of Naples and the Kingdom of Sicily, and declared in the treaty that the two countries would never be united again.

The new Kingdom of Naples was handed over to Luigi, the former King of Sicily, while the Kingdom of Sicily was given to a family that was little known in Sicily, but it was clear to everyone who knew who the real rulers of the country were.

This was a solution acceptable to all European countries because the victorious Austrians did not choose to use it to annex the entire southern Italy.

And so, amidst flowers and cheers, the imperial princess, dressed in a white robe from ancient Rome and wearing an olive wreath, rode into the city on horseback, leading her triumphant army, to the cheers of the Roman citizens.

Since Romulus Augustulus, the last emperor of the Western Roman Empire, was deposed by the barbarian leader Odoacer in 476 AD, Rome had lost its most prized glory. Today, as a magnanimous nobleman leads a spirited and orderly army through the Arch of Triumph, past the monument to Trajan the Great, the citizens of Rome seem to see once again the unparalleled glory of the old Roman era.

"Augusta!" (the feminine form of the word Augustus) When someone uttered this long-forgotten name, the long-buried memory buried deep in the blood of every Roman citizen was awakened once again.

"Long live Rome! Long live Augusta!"

"Long live Rome! Long live Augusta!" The shouts grew louder and louder.

Gisela raised his right hand with a smile, responding gracefully to the citizens. Although he was neither Augusta nor even the emperor of the empire, it was still praise from the people, and it would be too inhumane to refuse it.

Following behind her were Jeanne, clad in intricately carved black medieval plate armor, and Pope Theresa, in a white robe. The two followed closely behind Gisela, sharing the cheers of the citizens.

Their procession eventually stopped in front of a Greek-Roman temple (the Pantheon). Gisela then slowly dismounted amidst the soldiers' ranks and calmly walked up the steps. As her high heels lightly touched the ground, the imperial soldiers on both sides simultaneously placed their guns on the ground.

"Salv! (Greetings) Glorious and free citizens of Rome!" Gisela's lips curled into a slight smile.

"I am delighted to enter this ideal city blessed by God today. I have never felt so excited as I do today, for I am entering this city for the first time, following in the footsteps of the former emperors of the Roman Empire, as a victor and liberator."

“Looking back at history, we can easily see that from Sulla to Caesar, from Augustus to Aurelius, these great leaders or emperors gave their people the audacity and courage to dominate the entire sea. The Romans of that time were tolerant and confident.”

"Goths, Greeks, Turks, Rus'... Why is every country so fond of Rome? Because the Roman spirit is such a magical thing. As some people say, the Roman spirit has died out and no longer exists, but I want to tell you that it hasn't! The blood of a great nation flows in our veins, and its spirit depends on us to pass it on together."

“So raise your heads, civis (Latin for citizen), and let me share in the victory.” Gisela raised her hand to the air, and cheers erupted from the crowd. Gisela then glanced at the cute silver-haired girl beside her, before slowly stepping aside to make room for her.

"Next, your spiritual leader, the Lord's spokesperson on earth, His Holiness the Pope, will announce a new decree concerning religion."

Theresa slowly walked to the edge of the steps, looking down nervously at the Roman citizens below, then took a deep breath and spoke loudly.

"On the 15th day of the 7th month of the 1871st month of the Christian calendar, by the decree of the Lord, it is hereby declared that the Jesuits are heretics of the Roman Catholic Church, enemies of the Roman Catholic Church, and lackeys of Satan. From this decree onwards, all Jesuit fundamentalists in Rome will be arrested, and those who resist will be executed." Theresa read the not-so-innocent words in an innocent and lovely voice, creating a bizarre scene that left no one in the crowd with a single complaint.

"I hereby entrust the power of religious judgment to Princess Gisela Louise-Marie of Austria-Hungary." Theresa turned around and handed the letter bearing the official seal of the Holy See to Gisela.

To better cooperate with Theresa, Gisela also bowed and respectfully accepted the privileges granted to her by the Holy See.

Others may forget the Jesuits' grudges, but she will never forget them. The thought of the harm she had caused to herself and those around her made Gisela's expression turn cold.

Rome's calamity had only just begun. Just like three hundred years ago, the Habsburgs had no respect for Rome. Charles V could do this, and Gisela could do the same. The only difference was that Gisela now had an "invitation" from the Pope himself.

As for the Roman citizens who had previously praised Gisela, they would once again witness what "gentle" methods truly meant.

The purges in Rome were in full swing, but Gisela had more important matters to attend to.

Later that day —

After Gisela completed the task with the assistance of the Thirteen Courts, he left the troops in the city behind and returned to the Imperial Army camp outside the city.

"Giuseppe Garibaldi." Several months later, Gisela met the brown-haired Italian girl again, this time not as an opponent. Seeing the pale-faced woman lying in the hospital bed, Gisela couldn't help but feel a pang of emotion.

“Gisela.” Garibaldi’s voice was weak, as he was still wrapped in bandages due to his previous serious injuries.

"Here, this is for you." Gisela didn't say much, but simply handed a newspaper to the woman in front of her.

“Look at how the people you protect, and the politicians you care about, view you.” Gisela carried a chair to Garibaldi’s bedside and sat down.

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Chapter 361 The Fall of St. Stephen's Crown: Capter 77 Hungarian National Wine "Tokaji" (Seeking Votes)

"Hero or executioner? Ambitious or butcher? Using the Italian Revolution as a pretext to achieve his own selfish desires, he didn't hesitate to indiscriminately slaughter his own soldiers when his conspiracy was exposed. He framed the royal army in Paris, Palermo, and Naples, and even before the Battle of Anzio, he forcibly executed the king against the opposition of the republican government..." The entire article is filled with a tone of slander and criticism against Garibaldi. Never before has an article satirized a noble soul in such a way.

"This is the answer in the hearts of the people you protect."

"Shut up!"

"If I were you, I would abandon them completely."

"Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!" Garibaldi gripped the newspaper tightly in her hand, sat up with some difficulty, and after a moment, this strong woman shed tears in front of Gisela.

"Becoming a hero may only require a moment of courage, but to remain a hero forever requires a fearless belief in life and death, and the talent to always stand on the right side. Your obsession ultimately destroyed you." As for those scheming plots and those damned guys who betrayed her, Gisela really didn't want to tell the woman in front of her too much. After all, even if you know about the ugliness of human nature, there's no need to expose it completely. Perhaps this is Gisela's gentleness.

“I can give you two choices: first, abandon the revolution and join my camp; second, continue the revolution and lose your life here.” Everything in Garibaldi was ruined, and Gisela couldn't think of a reason for her to continue the revolution. Therefore, to Gisela, this wasn't a choice at all, but more like a one-sided demand. Gisela crossed her legs, supporting her head with her arms close to her knees, and continued to observe her reaction.

“Then do it.” Garibaldi bit his lip hard, his choice showing no hesitation, but rather an unwavering resolve.

“Gariporti! You don’t seem to understand one thing. What do you care about such a ridiculous opportunist, such a selfish guy? He’ll use you and then discard you without hesitation, criticizing you as worthless as trash, all to curry favor with us!” Gisela frowned, then stood up and walked up to the brown-haired woman, grabbing her collar.

“You’ll never understand. My name is Giuseppe Garibaldi. I am a proud Italian. I love the land that gave me birth. You can easily take my life, but you cannot change the ideals in my heart, everything I have fought and strived for before. I believe in time, and that merciful time will naturally give me a fair and just outcome.” Garibaldi spoke calmly, letting Gisela grab her neck.