Black Scepter Chapter 162: The last battle (1) five zero characters
The rising sun is rising.
In the lazy bedroom, if there is a scent of fragrance, the dark queen jade body is old, the slightly messy bed and her scattered long hair are not difficult to reminiscent of what happened last night.
Morpheus slowly opened his eyes and gradually awoke.
This is probably the most stable sleep he has been sleeping for a long time. Empty his brain, don’t worry about the enemy’s attack, and don’t think about the possible danger, just simply hold the beloved one in his arms... Before, it seemed unrealistic to think about it.
Now this wish has finally come true. Morpheus can be said to be satisfied in his heart. The palm is lifted up and glides gently along Ashcandi’s delicate skin. The queen stretched out her hand and held his palm in a half-dream, her body slightly towards him. Leaning, the corners of his mouth seemed to have a happy smile in his sleep.
But after all, this is the first time the two have fallen asleep together. In Morpheus's soft eyes, Ashcandi's eyelashes fluttered a few times and opened gently-the two looked at each other for three seconds. Then he laughed out loud at the same time.
This smile contains some emotions. Morpheus kisses Ashcandi’s forehead, but finds that the dark queen’s pupils seem to have changed a little bit-the original golden and red eyes, The golden ratio seems to be more now.
"Your eyes..."
"I can feel some changes, I think--may be related to you." Then, Ashcandy's cheeks were slightly red, "The first time, it was because you drank your blood, and the second time So, last night..."
At this point, she bit her lower lip, revealing some unprecedented femininity, "I'm thinking, maybe because of your bloodline, you... don't you feel anything else?"
Morpheus was stunned by Ashcandi’s words, remembering the madness of last night. After being pinched by her, she regained her spirit and realized it carefully. The breath of the law spread to all around and then disappeared suddenly ——"It seems that... nothing has changed."
However, he smiled and didn't take it seriously, said softly: "Yesterday's dinner is expected to make them wake up later, and should go to the city in a few days -"
"I’ll just entertain them, you can be busy with your business."
Ashkandi got up, and the white, dazzling skin was so white and blooming in front of Morpheus. Although she was shy, she did not flinch, and gently put on a layer of tulle pajamas to serve the big The Duke put on a slightly formal robe, and the movement was soft with a touch of joy, obviously enjoying the relaxed atmosphere.
Morpheus tried hard to look away, but now that Ashcandi, who has completely put down his hatred and is willing to live peacefully, seems to have infinite charm, the dark queen who sensed this point seemed more interested and tied his chest for him. After the button of the clothes, he tipped his toes and kissed softly, saying, "I need a careful taste in this kind of life."
It took a lot of perseverance to restrain the urge to push the queen down on the bed again. Morpheus walked out of the bedroom in Ashcandi’s silver bell-like laughter, but just saw him waiting in the office for his approval. Lindal-the latter obviously had been waiting here for a long time. When she heard Morpheus's laughter of the Dark Queen when she walked out of the bedroom, her expression was a little puzzled, then she was amazed, and she finally thought of something. I want to forget what I said to Morpheus.
"Today's profile?"
Morpheus coughed twice, tried to calmly sit at the large desk, flipped over casually, and watched Irindal standing in front of him blushing and white, and asked in a low voice: "Uh... is there something else?"
"Ah? No--it's okay...no, yes--yes..." She looked like an oxygen-deprived fish, her mouth open, but she couldn't remember what to say.
Morpheus wanted to laugh, but knew that he couldn’t laugh at this time, otherwise the intelligence officer might have been hiding from him for a long time, so try to keep a calm tone: "If it’s okay, go and report to the monastery. He Temple, I will take a look at these two places at noon. Don’t forget to inform Joan and Andalil that the war is over, but it doesn’t mean they have less to do.”
"Yes..."
Taking a deep breath, Irindal took the command with relief, turned around and left, but suddenly stopped and asked, "Morpheus, the war-is it really over?"
"It's over..."
Morpheus's supposedly confident answer seemed hesitant after it was finished, "Maybe."
After Irindal left, Morpheus sighed softly and said to himself: "The door is closed... everything should be over."
After reading through the documents on the desktop, Morpheus seems to be uncomfortable with this sudden idle life. He glanced at the bookshelf. He wanted to take out the manuscript of "Theological Encyclopedia", but found that it was idle. Black notebook in the corner.
Thinking of the words of mentor Della in his mind, he couldn’t help but frown and took it down. Once he could only open a dozen pages of notebooks that he could not continue to consult. Now he can finally open it in his hands, but it’s just a mess. The content of Morpheus still feels clueless.
Recalling the situation where Irindal could not see him writing, the face of Morpheus changed slightly, and the word "law" was associated with it, and he immediately unfolded his "wall of law" without hesitation. I flipped through the notes in my hand.
This time, Morpheus found that a line of regular and orderly writing finally appeared on it, but after reading this note I didn't know when to write it, the consul gradually frowned. And after an hour, when Morpheus finally read all the contents above, his face was pale and abnormal, and cold sweat spread all over his body, as if he had been drained of all his strength...
Forcing himself to calm down, Morpheus called Eindal again, rubbing his eyebrows, and whispered: "Notify everyone, I have something to arrange-including Scarlett and Connor. The consul must come...and Fahna, no one can be less."
Irindal’s face changed slightly, but then she heard Morpheus whispering the problem she was most worried about...
"War... is far from over."
......
Three days later, the Vatican.
The once glorious Vatican Holy See has now completely lost its glory. When the Byzantine troops arrived here, they could not even encounter decent resistance - although religion usually has a long life, when everyone knows When the Pope became the endorsement of "evil" and the "Holy See" was an ally of the purgatory creatures, this religion basically came to an end.
Bishop Castro of the Parish of Prague came here and felt a bit complicated.
At the monastery under Pierce Peak, the bishop led the nun who had been instructed by Aquinas to practice. Nowadays, the nun destined to shine has become the archbishop of Lampard. She will be the youngest "patriarch" in history until a resolution is passed by the Constantinople parish next year.
Yeah, maybe the "patriarch" is the most appropriate only if the angel bears it?
Bishop Castro, who is nearly sixty years old, tightened his thick cloak and looked up at the magnificent Vatican center, with some shock and sigh in his heart... The glory that once enveloped here for centuries Will it change after all?
Thinking of the secret letter he received before coming here, he could not help shaking his head, lamenting that it was really impermanent.
This trip is to complete a secret mission released from the Constantinople Patriarch. Because of the religious matters involved, there was no murderous Byzantine army in this team, but only a dozen **** members in white robes. The team walked in the snow for several days, and finally entered this before dark. St Peter's Basilica, which has been left unattended.
The magnificent church is full of priceless sculptures and murals. The paintings of Genesis are directly above the Pope’s Hall, but now the hall without candles is dim. The angel sculptures on the side are not very clear.
"Master Bishop, here... there seems to be something wrong."
The members of the tribunal were very sensitive to heresy. They immediately issued an alarm, and fifteen members of the tribunal made a gesture to prepare for battle.
Bishop Castro’s skill is not low, he naturally felt a bit of uncomfortable breath when he walked into this church, but he who knew the mission was more aware of what it meant, Recalling the content of the secret letter, the bishop sighed and said softly: "Remember the rules of the referee, remember who can attack and who cannot, this is my only requirement."
The members of the Tribunal surrounded him for a while, but they also acted according to their orders. However, they did not relax their vigilance and protected them tightly around Castro. They were illuminated by Holy Light, and some raised their hands. Weapons.
Footsteps echoed in the empty corridor, and the team finally stopped in front of a huge door.
Behind the door is the core of the Pope’s Hall, the “final dogma” where the pope was once listed.
The door hasn’t been pushed open, but the sound of footsteps first came from within. The members of the tribunal were terrified. Before Bishop Castro came here, the entire Vatican had been cleared by the Byzantine troops. The enemy, and the "final dogma" is the focus of cleaning up, so at this moment they believe that the guy behind the door is a friend of the enemy!
Holy light shining brightly illuminates the dim hallway, a dozen aggressive magic arts are directed at the front door, and while they are about to forcibly enter, the door of the "Final Dogma" is slow. Opened up--
The light illuminates the appearance of the coming person, but the magic technique has never been released...
......
The time returns to half an hour ago.
There are many rare treasures displayed in the "Final Dogma", these things can be retained after the soldiers' inventory because of the strict command of the Byzantine military. "Saints" robe, cross or various relics, some powerful divine scrolls, crowns of successive popes, etc.
There was no one in the deserted hall, but after a sudden burst of bat-wing flapping, several figures in black robes appeared in the "Final Dogma".
The bat wings behind converged, and a little moonlight fell from the window, and the headed blood race stepped forward to the window, and the slanting moonlight reflected his slightly old cheek—although with a little haggard, but William?? Kleinman, this monarch-level blood family still has a somewhat compelling momentum.
It didn’t take long for another figure to appear silently on the other side of the room, with a strange halo of color around him, and stepping out of the shadows, it was a full-blown "black widow" Scarlett.
"Morpheus chose this place to negotiate, are you going to demonstrate to the Kleinman family? I think...this set doesn't work."
William didn’t give Scarlett a face, but he was afraid of the Morpheus behind Scarlett after all, not too arrogant.
I promised to cooperate with Morpheus against the Holy See before. William would rather say that he was fighting for his own ethnic group, because if the "holy war" of the sacred Gabriel empire succeeds, then his own ethnic group must face the disaster of extinction. Now that the biggest threat has been lifted, Morpheus has to come to "talk"-William has to be extremely careful, for fear of making excessive requests.
"Ha, although this is the first time I met, I think... Your Excellency, you think too much."
Scarlett came alone, and it didn’t seem to mean any threat of force. This made William, who came with four elders, feel a little stingy, but the black widow didn’t come to tease the Kleinman family. She pointed to the conference table next to her that belonged to the Pope, and asked softly: "The Principality of Lampard is not hostile, so... shall we sit down and talk?".
In front of the wooden table carved with sacred angels, two bloodline strongmen each representing different forces were seated, and the topics they subsequently discussed were obviously out of step with the original masters of this room...
"...blood resuscitation?" William shook his head. "Human beings can get blood vessels that can really reproduce after "first embrace". The threat of the pope has just been eliminated. Don't you want the whole blood to be stolen by Byzantine? Mainland wanted?"
"Descendants are not only able to rely on pure-blood reproduction or initial support. This is the main purpose of my negotiation with you today-oh, I forgot to introduce myself again. As the patriarch of the Kleinman family, you may know me 'S name is Scarlett, but I don't know my full name, right?"
"Scarlett? Gote Van, I am the only member of the Gote Van family, of course, you can call me the Patriarch of the Gote Van family."
The expression of this black widow is very peaceful, but the information between the words makes the faces of the five blood races opposite change greatly.
William’s eyebrows jumped sharply, but he quickly controlled his emotions and said: "The Gothic family... you are Kassandra—"
"Daughter." Scarlett nodded, and then said a word that made William meditate for a long time-"I am a half-blood race, and my father is human."
The entire conference room fell into absolute silence. The meaning behind this message may be unclear to ordinary people, but for the Kleinman family and the entire blood clan that have few thousands of people persecuted by the pope, It is an unimaginable "gospel".
This is like a traveler who fell to the ground due to hunger and thirst in the desert and suddenly saw a lake in front of him. Its role and temptation are so great that it can make people ignore any risks hidden in it...
The four elders of the Kleinman family all showed excited and hopeful expressions. Only William’s brows grew deeper and deeper. After a long time, he slowly said: "Conditions?"
"Reorganize the "Blood Circle Council"-the "Blood Circle Council" belonging to the new order."
William’s eyes narrowed. The term "blood ring council" has been rarely known. It is the highest council of blood races formed by thirteen bloodline patriarchs. Its members will always remain unchanged for 13 people-but Today, there is only one Kleinman left in the direct lineage on this plane. Isn’t Morpheus...
He suddenly thought of a possibility, and his sharp eyes rose sharply, looking directly at Scarlett, and asked, "What does he want to do? Not to mention the possibility of reorganizing the Parliament, even if it is really formed, the Byzantine Patriarch Meeting Leave it alone?"
“Perhaps the news from the Kleinman family is not well informed. Dagong Morpheus has already submitted a request to the Patriarchal Palace of Byzantine-hope that the “blood” group will be officially recognized and have the same rights as other citizens.”
"What?!"
This blockbuster made several elders unable to hold back anymore, and one of them even exclaimed.
"It is impossible to get permission, Patriarch--"
"The Grand Duchess is Ashcandi, I think Byzantine must recognize this identity?" Scarlett smiled indifferently, "Bloods are no longer hostile to humans, they have their own territory, legal status and You can live with dignity, no longer linger in the dark...and even rise again, and the "Blood Circle Council" will be on the tip of the mainland like the "Golden Compass Council" and "Knights of the Round Table Council". Such a prospect, don’t you Don't want to see it?"
William waved his hand to stop the words that the elders behind wanted to say, and said in a deep voice: "I don’t need you to portray any good prospects, I just want to know, where are you going to do it... where? "
Scarlett got up, walked with graceful steps to the door of the "Final Dogma", and pushed open--
Outside the door, more than a dozen members of the Tribunal looked at Scarlett with fangs in her lips, and the spells she was about to cast were all halted... Then, Bishop Castro stepped forward and nodded respectfully-"Song Patriarch of the Great Fan~IndoMTL.com~ I have received a letter from the Patriarch and Lord."
He then looked inside the house, with some helplessness, sincerely greeted: "Patriarch William, I have been famous for a long time...I came here today to talk about the official recognition of the identity of the "blood" by Byzantine... "
Since the establishment of the "Final Dogma", several popes have issued orders to kill the blood clan here. The originally large blood clan was oppressed to the present level, but also in this room, the blood clan saw the hope of re-emergence.
Scarlett’s face was hidden in the shadows, looking at the Kleinman family and the Byzantine bishop who reached a consensus at the negotiating table, but her lips were filled with a worried look-Morpheus did this... can it really succeed?
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No manuscript was saved, I wrote it very late, and amended it, I finally updated it before 12:00
The Last Battle should be the last long chapter of this book.
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