140 Rightful Queen of England (2/2)

To sum it up, the people who have managed to avoid Legion are temporal clones of the originals. Even if they are not the original versions of themselves, they still wielded the same power as the originals.

As that is the case, I doubt that they fear me due to the impossible amount of magical power required to cast a curse that affects an entire reality. Not just a world or a solar system, but an entire reality.

That is beyond level of standard Gods from what Eliana had told me.

But what if they are beyond Gods level? I am an Aspect.

They can't be Aspects or Primordial. I am sure of that – relatively sure.

If they are Aspects, they would greet me and then proceed to muscle me into being their little brother or something similar like a gothic loli, who should be my cute little sister instead.

Terra is not behind me, is she?

Phew.

In addition, Aspects do not stick together for very long since the Primordial might think that we are up to something no good and attack just for the heck of it.

The same could be said in reverse, logically speaking.

Since they aren't neither Aspect or Primordial, I don't really have anything to fear. At least I don't think so since they haven't even notice Legion is spying on them.

They might be magical powerhouses, but they have never seen the power of technology.

Legion does not detect any magical energy radiating from them, but that isn't saying much. They could have suppressed it in a number of ways.

And since they haven't notice me spying and are paying attention to the television screen, I should act ignorance until I decide to drop a bunch of tactical nukes on them. I wonder how they fare against my technology?

It should be interesting.

The results are finally in for John Howard since the slideshow has ended. I didn't bother to comment throughout the whole time since it is unnecessary.

As for the result being displayed by the three banners, it is only 12% for and 8% against.

An overwhelming 80% remain undecided.

The Australians are playing shifty after witnessing for themselves what had happened to the previous two candidates and their supporters. I will teach them that there is no loop hole. I mean the world as they will be 'dead'.

Just like before, I close my eyes to debate with the imaginary collective.

And once I open my eyes again, I begin to speak.

”We are in an agreement, John Winston Howard. We acknowledge that you have done much for your people. You are worthy of salvation and be allowed to join the path towards enlightenment.”

The Prime Minister of Australia couldn't be happier. White light surrounds him and sends him into the spatial dimension along with all of his supporters. His family are amongst his supporters.

”No. Wait. I change my mind. I change my mind.”

”Please. No. Oh God. No. Ori. Please no.”

”Spare me!”

”No. I don't want to die. I don't want to die.”

Those that votes against the Prime Minister wail in anguish, as they know what is about to happen. It no longer brings me any satisfaction hearing their screaming and pleading.

However, the utter shock and surprise of the undecided did as flames also envelop them and begin to burn them to ashes.

”Wait! I didn't vote. Why am I!? Ah!”

”No! No! Ah! Ahhh! Ahhhhhhh!”

”Why? Why!?! Save me! Save me!”

The world watch in silence as the entire continent becomes devoid of people. Not completely devoid of people as there are two of those elusive people are there. They are also surprised at what I did, but that is all. They are not shocked or horrified like everyone else.

”If you do not stand up for what you believe in, you are not worthy of salvation.”

I speak up as Selene chooses another candidate at random. Flames swirl within the arena, spitting out another person. From his attire, he is from Cuba.

And just like before, I question whether he is worthy of salvation and let the Cuban decides his fate. It did not matter what the result is to me, but at least the number of undecided plummets to barely 1%, so everyone gets the message.

With one swoop, I wipe out Cuba since the undecided are also get burned.

China is next on the list, and remarkably 80% of the people vote for their communist leader. Nationalist at work here. I decide to let them all burn just to hear their curses. And they sure can curse.

India follows suit after several more countries, reducing the remaining population of the world to just 400 million people.

I realize that once all the state leaders are dealt with, the only people remaining is in the United States and North Korea. More specifically, those that remain undecided since I didn't torch those in the first two rounds.

Of course, I have planned for the United States. I didn't for North Korea.

I will fix that right up without anyone noticing, right after I take care of South Korea. Honestly, no one really pays attention to North Korea anyway, so the rest of the Korean people are gone.

Finally, it is the Queen's turn.

”Elizabeth Alexandra Mary. Do you believe that you are worthy?”

I ask and stare down at the woman in her 70s. I have shortened my little speech since it is a mouthful, and by now, everyone already know what I am asking about anyway.

”May I call you Max?”

Queen Elizabeth II asks. I allow her to. I wonder if she is trying to warm up to me, but from her surface thought. It is because she did not accept the Ori as Gods.

”No one can decide whether I am worthy but my people, Max.”

Elizabeth speaks up. The holographic banner flickers to display what the people think of her. England obviously loves her, and so is the rest of the world.

They are willing to stand with her and die with her as their Queen.

I smile faintly from my throne. It is a genuine smile.

And it has been a while since I smile at anyone.

I am aware that the Queen has nothing to do with Diana's death. She truly loves the princess like one of her own, and despite knowing who has killed Diana, she is unable to bring herself to admit the truth as it would tear her family apart.

And I decide not to either. She is too old for this. I am too old too.

”No, Elizabeth Alexandra Mary. You will prove to us that you are worthy.”

The moment I said that, flames swirl around the arena before converging towards her, ominously. And seeing that, the Queen closes her eyes and accepts her fate.

However, no burning pain comes.

And when Elizabeth finally opens her eyes again, a golden sword greets her.

A sword in a stone.