Black Scepter Chapter 147: The light of dawn (1)
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Although not long ago Ashcandi had understood the fact that she was once the purgatory lord, but in fact, she was not willing to think about its impact.
The green eye Ashcandi chose to bury his memory and bid farewell to the identity of the once purgatory lord, just as Andalil said goodbye to the identity of the great devil. Although such a "renovation" can bring them complete Different freshmen, there is always a problem that cannot be avoided...
That's what they once did, and it's already irreversible.
So at this time... A question began to make her hesitate like an ant bite-what did you do before?
There is something in the missing memory that you don’t want to remember? What caused you to fall asleep?
She began to be restless, but immediately began to force herself to stop paying attention to these things... Thinking of Morpheus smiling at herself a few days ago, saying "I love you", the dark queen's emotions finally did not It fluctuates again, but like the ice that gradually freezes, the calm is slowly restored.
"The enemy of the plane? That’s just the thing that happened...Now I’m sitting here, you can’t kill me, but can you explain it to me? I’m sorry, I got your reply, so Enough."
Get up, the red robe slightly sways, Ashcandi narrows his eyes, and the figure looks extremely murderous in the candlelight.
"I fully agree with his conditions, not just because of his power and ability, but because of you--" William's words finally began to appear weak, "Yi Zuer and Cassandra -"
"No need to tell me!"
Ashkandi waved his long sleeves and walked away. The elders waiting for Kleinman didn’t dare to breathe, and even lunatics like Mehkel lowered their heads and couldn’t look directly at her , Until the shadow elongated by the light disappeared outside the gate of the underground castle, these guys who could have stomped their feet in the dark world could only be relieved...
Only William?? Kleinman stared at the glass of red wine at the dining table and never got up.
For a long time, he took a deep breath, the fatigue on his face no longer covered up, and said to himself: "...It was Yi Zur that made you give up everything and no longer be enemies with the world, then now... Morpheus while standing opposite the purgatory and fighting alongside us?"
For a long time, the head of the Kleinman family sighed and sighed, with a sullen voice: "Do what Ashcandi said, within three days, I want to see the result."
An elder retired in response, and no one dared to make any criticism of William’s forbearance and concession-because they all recognized the fact...Although Ashcandi is powerful, it is not really non-existent. Can be matched, and the Grand Duke Morpheus that seems to have no movement behind her... is really a real fear.
"Someone has finally reached the state of demigod...Holy Church, are you finally going to shoot?"
The elderly William?? The head of the Kleinman has closed his eyes slightly, the king of the dark world is already late-this time, the mainland blood clan is ten in a row. Years ago, the blood tribes were tempted to restore their former scale and power.
"Is this the end of the blood family?"
Pale face is no longer the spirit of the past, although it is the appearance of middle-aged people, but the heart has long lost blood, and there is no warm candlelight, William Kleinman's figure is abnormally depressed.
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When Murenthal was flying in the sky, the soldiers looked up wearily, suddenly realizing that the winter was coming.
The fierce battle in the territory continued for three weeks. This heavy snow may be the first time that the two sides have a buffer between the two battles. The two armies that have been fighting for a long time have a tacit understanding and truce at the same time. .
The morale of the soldiers of Byzantine was a bit sluggish, but it did not fall into the trough. As long as the seven-headed dragon, which was so large and scary, existed for a day, these soldiers knew that the dragon knight did not give them up.
Hundreds of thousands of troops are stationed here, but in the face of the attack of the Holy Gabriel Empire, they have never stepped out of the city gate. The logistics line is very nervous because of the purgatory of the Purgatory Beast. The tattered city wall is more difficult to withstand the bombardment of more trebuchets. The place is full of devastation, like **** on earth.
Thousands of corpses were burned on the spot. The enemies and friends, regardless of each other, turned into black smoke in the sky, condensing but not scattered, like the **** of death waiting to harvest more lives, Shrouded in this battlefield.
The humanoid Hydera sits on a wooden pier outside the camp of Prince Hades. He is motionless like a sculpture. The snow on the bone plate makes him like a snowman, but Sprinkle curled up on his leg Si didn't even touch a snowflake, and completely treated Hydera as a shed for snow. This weird combination is the only two "guards" outside the camp of Prince Hades, of course-but no one will doubt the strength of this humanoid dragon and the little fold cat.
Sometimes the conversation in the camp tent will be heard in Hydera’s ears, but it has nothing to do with him. His eyes are lifted up. In the distance, hundreds of guys wearing mage robes are busy in an open field, and A cart consists of materials transported from within the Byzantine to form a long team. What is transported above is not food, but a variety of ores, metals and magic crystals.
I yawned. He just flew back from the outer waters of Byzantine last night, but he feels that... no matter how bad the weather is, it is better than the cold palace in the Naga Kingdom.
When he was in a daze, the corner of Prince Hades’s tent lifted Hydera back, and a middle-aged man with a short sword across the waist appeared in his vision. The unshaven look was like a bandit on the border, but so A guy is talking to His Royal Highness like an old man chatting--
"...Since you are so confident, then I am at ease. The Knights of the Round Table council is overwhelmed by myself. I wanted to help you, an old friend. It seemed a little superfluous to think that I came by myself, hey, that kid... "
"It doesn't have much to do with me, the command is not in my hands now." Prince Hades looks in a good mood, the battle has been tense for days, this killing prince is always tense, today It was strange to Hydera to speak so easily.
The bandit-like knight patted the prince’s shoulder. He pulled the cloak with a frayed bottom and turned his head to see Hydera. He walked in front of him and asked: "Hey , Morpheus did not come here recently?"
Who is this guy? The tone is not small.
Hedra doesn’t know this guy who looks like a tramp, but he can feel that the opponent is not weak. Although he can’t beat himself, he is obviously a knight of the same level as the prince.
"Master...not here."
He answered the question somewhat, but the other party was not surprised by the answer. He just nodded and said, "Then give him a sentence, that Tang Jidi will come to see him after the battle."
Nodded dumbly, Hydra watched the knight walk away, turned his head, and found that Prince Hades was looking at the barracks of the sacred Gabriel at the end of his field of vision, frowning slightly, and sighed softly: "These The enemy...not easy to clean up."
As the commander who always fights on the front line, he knows that the sacred army of the sacred Gabriel empire is not weak in itself, and even in a sense is a rare strong division of the mainland-because it drives this It is crazy belief that the army advances.
Except for the most ardent crusaders, even the most ordinary soldiers in this army... there will be no hesitation in carrying out the Pope’s orders.
As a result, the jihadist army, which is much more powerful than the Byzantine, always has an advantage in combat momentum. Even if you lose the battle, you only need a few bishops to give a speech, and the morale of the downturn will immediately rise. Up, it is more efficient than the puppet technique of the Necromancer.
The front persisted for more than ten days, and the battle has been in a state of stalemate. If Hydera and Sphinx joined, I am afraid that the fortress of Mullental would have been captured long ago. But even with hard support, the Byzantine army was full of fatigue-because more than seven of the Byzantine's troops have been used to resist those tide-like purgatory beasts, so stretched, natural disadvantages have become more obvious.
The hula rushed out, taking advantage of the darkness, and the la la la tide receded, unable to kill, not cut, these **** purgatory creatures gave Hades a headache. Wanting to go out for a big kill, and fearing that the soldiers will be mutated collectively by a wide range of bites, Prince Hades finally can't figure it out based on the city's death, thinking hard about the countermeasures.
There was a crazy jihadi army before, and a cruel purgatory beast. Now Morpheus is taking over the power. The ticket says that he has a way to deal with these enemies. Although Hades trusts this kid, he is still constantly glowing. Mutter...
Morpheus, can it work?
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"Morpheus? Just a foolish guy, really thought it could block the jihadist army blessed by the glory of the Lord?"
In the Pope’s Hall, the center of the sacred Gabriel Empire, disgusting words echoed in this majestic church.
The angels carved on the surrounding stone columns seem to overlook the slightly small human in the hall.
The bishops in the Cardinals are discussing the increasingly dazzling name in the recent battle report. The fact that the mainland countries were hit hard by the jihadists is exciting, but the defeat of the forced transfer under the Lampard army made the The bishops have always had roots in their hearts as uncomfortable.
The bishops of the Cardinals can almost be regarded as the "pillars" of this country-if the country lays down a large area of land, who will lead the faith of the believers in those extra new parishes? Naturally, these old guys are responsible for this...so in order to better solve problems for the Lord and have more believers, they wish to personally drag Morpheus to the heretical ruling.
Of course, this group of old magic sticks will always forget the fact that the heresy verdict... was rebuilt because of Morpheus.
"Lampard is not invincible, there is a solution to the defensive structure... The glory of the Lord shines, this evil guy will certainly be the essence!"
"Take down Constantinople, we can gather troops and conquer the continent completely before the end of winter."
"The believers of the Lord will be spread across the mainland, I believe in my Lord!"
"I believe in my Lord!"
A sound of harmony was heard, and the old **** sticks looked excited, as if they had seen Morpheus being executed by the brave jihadist army.
Such a situation has never appeared in the Pope’s Hall in the past... The position of the cardinal is not a position that can be fooled by the doctrine. There is no old **** stick who can enter this core area. Talking about those arrogances, the topic of "war", put it in the past that these cardinals will not easily participate in the discussion...because that is what matters to the heretical ruling, they only need to pay attention to the believers.
It's just that the wind has changed...and people have also changed.
In the second week of the Pope’s enthronement, the Cardinals were mostly cleansed. The newly promoted bishops were all radicals like jihadist soldiers. Seeing this, the remaining old bishops naturally understood that the pope wanted What, have abandoned the original bottom line and become what they are today.
Of course, they will become like this, not just the active change of their state of mind... No one finds that they are experiencing the influence of an invisible force unconsciously, and the root of this influence is the central hall. The sitting pope!
Giovanni narrowed his eyes slightly, he was wearing a large white gold robe, and a triple crown with countless precious stones on his head symbolized his unparalleled noble status, but under the solemn and solemn appearance, it was him That deeply buried ambition. Holding his power to conquer the continent, his dream was finally realized, but at this time, Giovanni also understood that these achievements were not his own efforts~IndoMTL.com~ but... those purgatory lords assisted him to do it.
When I think of the demons who think that he is playing with his hands, Giovanni's mouth will always show a sneer smile. Those confusing words are filtered in his mind, but he is directly forgotten as a nonsense, And the only information I remember at the moment is deeply in my heart...
"Is your ultimate goal to eliminate the influence of the church?"
"Fools will help you do your best."
Sarnaga’s promise is in his eyes...just a joke.
The body relaxes slightly, and Giovanni leans on the back of the chair with a tired look. The young face was more unhealthy and pale, with slightly sunken eyes, and it looked like it hadn't taken a good rest in a long time-Giovanni thought it was a sequelae of his contact with those demons, but he didn't take it for granted. He is already aloof with magical skills, and he is ready to use the purification circle after the meeting to get rid of the abominable breath in his body...
Soon, the world will creep under its feet, and as for that Morpheus...with the help of purgatory, who cares about his little worm skills?