Game of the World Tree Chapter 896: End

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"My Lord Bishop! My Lord Bishop! No! The nobles opened the gates of the inner city and surrendered! The rebels have entered the city! Now they are heading towards the palace and the church!"

In the Eternal Cathedral in Manyia City, Bishop Winston knelt in front of the statue of the Eternal Lord, and paused slightly as he listened to the panicked message from the church monk behind him.

He was silent for a moment and nodded slightly:

"I know."

"Mr. Winster..."

Beside Bishop Winston, the young Queen grabbed the corner of his clothes tightly, her face looked nervous, and her little face wrinkled.

Looking at His Majesty who looked nervous, worried and confused, Bishop Winster's eyes were a little complicated.

He reached out and shook the girl’s cold little hand, and said softly:

"My Majesty...the rebels entered the city and the nobles surrendered. It is no longer safe here."

"But...but didn't your Excellencies, the Dukes, say that we still have 30,000 Guards?"

The young queen asked nervously.

Bishop Winster shook his head slightly:

"My Majesty, there are no Guards anymore. The rebels who invaded from outside are the Guards."

Teresa II was stunned for a moment.

"Why...why are you rebelling...Did I do something wrong? I...I can correct it...I can correct it..."

She whispered to herself anxiously.

Looking at the girl's apprehensive and frightened look, Bishop Winter's eyes flashed with a hint of unbearability.

He sighed softly and said:

"My lord...it's too late."

"I have prepared a secret passage for you leading outside the city. You can put on civilian clothes and escape from there quietly."

After hearing Bishop Winston’s words, Teresa II’s eyes widened and seemed unable to accept it.

"No! I don't want it! I am the empress of the empire and the ruler of the Holy Mania Empire! The empire is in danger, how can I escape at this time!"

She said in a childish yet determined voice.

Bishop Winster was slightly startled.

He looked at the girl’s determined look even though she was young, and shook his head slightly:

"No...my majesty..."

"The general trend of history cannot be stopped. Everything must come to an end. From the moment your grandmother passed away, the future of the empire has been doomed..."

"This is not your fault."

"There is no need or sense for you to be buried with the empire."

After speaking, he ordered the two female pastors of the Eternal Church:

"Why are you still standing there? Help His Majesty change your clothes and get out of here quickly."

"No, I don't want it!"

Theresa II struggled.

Although she is only less than fifteen years old, she has a good extraordinary talent and already has the strength of Silver level at a young age.

As she resisted, the two priests were helpless.

"Sir Winster! I am the empress of the empire! As a subject of the empire, you must obey my orders! I don't want to run away! I don't want to run away!"

Teresa II struggled.

Looking at the little queen who refused to escape, Bishop Winter had a headache.

He sighed and wanted to say something more, but he heard an old voice from behind:

"Oh, Linus, after all these years, you still don't know how to take care of children..."

Bishop Winston paused slightly.

He turned around slowly and saw a figure wearing a white robe appearing in the church at some unknown time.

It is none other than the legendary mage Daniel, known as the guardian of the royal family.

"Dan...Master Daniel..."

Bishop Winter subconsciously wanted to salute, but the legendary old mage turned a blind eye to him after sarcastically saying something to him at the beginning.

The legendary mage took a sip of the wine in the wine bag and came to Theresa who was lying on the ground and stopped struggling.

I don’t know when, all the clergy in the church fell into a deep sleep, and only Bishop Winster, Teresa II, and the old mage were left awake.

"Daniel...Grandpa..."

Seeing the legendary mage, Teresa grabbed the corner of his clothes as if she had found a life-saving straw:

"I...I don't want to leave here, can you save the empire?"

Daniel sighed softly.

He reached out and touched the little queen's head, like an elder comforting a child.

"Little Theresa..."

He said softly:

"Tell me, are you really willing to be a queen?"

Teresa paused slightly.

She was stunned, slowly lowered her head, and was silent for a moment.

I saw her grabbing the corners of her clothes tightly, pursed her lips, and said sadly:

"But...but this is the mission left by my grandmother..."

"As a member of the Tres family, I must shoulder my own responsibilities..."

The old mage shook his head:

"This is just a mission imposed on you by the family. You cannot control the outcome of the empire. And now...in the name of the current head of the Tres family, I declare that your mission...has been completed."

"Child, there is no need for you to hold on any longer. You can already be freed from the cage of the Queen."

The little queen was silent.

As he spoke, the old mage helped the girl smooth her messy hair, with a gentle look:

"Teresa..."

“Didn’t you once say when you were a child that you wanted to travel the entire continent and see this colorful world outside?”

"Drop everything and come with me."

"I will take you to realize those wishes that you have not yet realized..."

Teresa was slightly shocked.

She was silent for a moment, then slowly raised her head, looking at the old mage with sad eyes, and there seemed to be crystals flowing in her eyes:

"I...can I really let it go?"

"I am not a qualified queen. I have not managed the empire well. Can I really let go of everything?"

"Silly boy..."

The old mage sighed lightly:

"Don't blame yourself, it's not your fault."

As he spoke, his hand emitted a soft halo, covering the girl's body, and Teresa's excited emotions gradually calmed down under the soft light.

Gradually, the girl fell into a deep sleep.

"Sleep, kid, the nightmare will be over when you wake up."

The old mage said softly.

After speaking, he picked up the girl and left the church under the complicated eyes of Bishop Winston.

During the whole process, he didn’t even look at Bishop Winston again.

Just before disappearing, the legendary mage left his last words:

"The palace fell, the young queen died in the fire, nobility, glory, history... everything is over."

After speaking, he and Teresa completely disappeared from Bishop Winston’s sight.

Looking at the direction in which the two disappeared, Bishop Winston had a complicated expression.

He sighed softly, stood up from where he was, and used the magic of purification to wake up the sleeping priests and monks.

"Bishop... Sir?"

The priests and monks rubbed their sleepy eyes, feeling a little confused.

They seemed to have completely forgotten about the Queen, as if they had never had any relevant memories.

"The rebels have entered the city and the situation is irreversible. You should pack up your things and leave."

Looking at the clergy who stayed behind in the Eternal Temple, Bishop Winston said calmly.

The priests and monks looked at each other.

"Your Majesty Bishop...then...what about you?"

Someone couldn't help but ask.

"Me? I am a member of the Tres family and the archbishop who stayed behind. I will be here until the last moment."

Bishop Winston said slowly.

After speaking, he sighed again:

"This is also my atonement..."

The priests opened their mouths and looked at him with confused and complicated eyes.

Some people sighed, sadly took off their holy robes, and left one after another.

Others hesitated for a moment, but after hearing the increasingly noisy sounds outside, they gritted their teeth and left unwillingly.

Soon, Bishop Winston was the only one left in the church.

He was not angry at the departure of the other clergy, and seemed not surprised by it.

I saw him sighing slightly and bowing deeply in the direction of the eternal statue in the church.

Then he turned around and left the church.

As Bishop Winston moved, little flames ignited behind him, and soon covered the church and the statue of God...

In the blink of an eye, the church was engulfed in flames.

The eternal idol cannot be desecrated.

Compared with being defiled by Life Cultists after the church is breached, active destruction is the best choice.

After lighting up the church, Bishop Winston strolled slowly and climbed to the church tower.

On the high tower, you can have a panoramic view of the inner city. The city gates in all directions are breached, and the rebels are pouring into the streets and alleys like a torrent.

The sky to the west was filled with thick smoke.

That was in the direction of the palace. A raging fire was already burning, and spectacular black clouds shot straight into the sky.

Looking at the blazing fire, Bishop Winter’s eyes were in a daze.

Inexplicably, he suddenly remembered the horse chestnut tree that he and Maria II planted in the palace.

I wonder if the fire also swallowed up the lush tree?

Thinking of this, Bishop Winston felt a little sad.

He sighed secretly, stopped looking in the direction of the palace, and looked at the streets of the inner city.

On the streets, the fleeing nobles and wealthy businessmen were in a hurry, and there was chaos.

Faintly, the sound of artillery fire could still be heard coming from the distant direction of the inner city wall, which seemed to be mixed with faint shouts of killing.

Some nobles who refuse to surrender are calling on their companions on the main road to form a sad, pitiable and respectable team, wearing badges and family-herited swords, and charging towards the rebels coming from the end of the street...

However, their tragic and stubborn figures were soon submerged in the tide of resistance after struggling for a moment.

Seeing this scene, Winster seemed to have seen a similar scene he saw on the tower when he was young.

However, at that time it was the young Maria II, leading the nobles and citizens who supported her, to charge against the rebellious nobles.

I don’t know when, but the citizens have already stood against the empire, and the fallen palace nobles have also defected. Only these last noble knights are left, clinging to the final glory...

But like wind and sand, it dissipated between heaven and earth.

A history full of legend and glory seems to have come to an end with this final charge.

Bishop Winster sighed slightly, looking sad.

Looking down at the city from the high tower, I saw that the entire city of Manyia was filled with overwhelming rebels. The golden armbands on their right arms shone in the sunlight, and the red flags were waving in the streets. The alleyway kept waving.

The fastest rioters have also arrived outside the Eternal Cathedral, the headquarters of the Eternal Church, and poured into this former holy place that has begun to burn...

Looking back slowly, Bishop Winston shook his head slightly.

He let out a breath and knelt down in the tower.

The long-lasting memory valve gradually opened. At this moment, he suddenly couldn't help but recall everything he had experienced hundreds of years ago...

In the romantic days of his youth, he joined the church as an adult.

From an unknown little priest, he became a cardinal archbishop who dominated the affairs of a party.

From a rookie who didn't even know magic, he grew into a legendary priest that everyone respected.

Nearly a hundred years have passed by in a flash...

There have been joys and sorrows, all of them are dancing in Bishop Winster's mind like a revolving lantern.

But in the end, they gathered back to the innocent time spent in the palace when they were young...

A carefree boy, an innocent and flawless girl.

They held hands, giggling, and planted a thin sapling in the garden.

Bishop Winster smiled slightly.

But soon, the smile slowly faded and turned into a deep one.

Little bits of fire gathered around him and soon ignited the tower.

He stretched out his hand, drew a sun symbol on his chest piously, and murmured a prayer:

"My great and wise Lord..."

"You are the Lord of mankind, you are the eternal light."

"Your glory will always shine on the earth, and your true name will forever be passed down to the world..."

The flame keeps burning, burning...

Soon, it covered the entire tower and drowned Bishop Winster who was praying.

Bishop Winston looked calm, with a pious and fanatical look on his face, and allowed himself to be devoured by the flames.

In the end, everything was reduced to ashes in the fire.

……

July 14, 1073, Eternal Era.

The Seventh Guards Corps of the Holy Mania Empire mutinied and joined forces with the three major mercenary groups stationed on the outskirts of the city and the angry people in Mania City to launch an uprising.

In less than two days, Dororia Castle, the Imperial Palace, the Parliament of Nobles, and the Eternal Cathedral, a religious holy site, which symbolized the authority of the empire, fell successively. The palace and church were burned to death in a raging fire.

The nobles were divided among themselves, either surrendering or dying in the resistance.

The then Queen, Teresa II, who was only fourteen years old, set herself on fire in the palace and died for her country.

Cardinal Archbishop Winston, who stayed at the Eternal Cathedral, was also martyred on the church tower.

Two days later, the rebels successfully seized control of Manyia City and announced the abolition of feudalism.

They purged the nobility, big and small, in the inner city, confiscated all the property of the nobility and the church, and planted the flag of victory in every corner of the city...

The black-backed eagle flag belonging to the empire slowly came to an end.

When this shocking news spread throughout the continent of Sagas, the world was in an uproar.