The Throne Under the Starry Sky Chapter 48: When reality becomes distant (middle)

Two soldiers of the Republican Guard of Ebenezer rushed out of the crowd, one left and the other supported the wounded Lieutenant Colonel Ze Ying, drew out his saber and glared at the blue-robed boy. "Master Captain!" Dozens of dwarves screamed and ran over, forming a dense circle beside Jonah, and aimed at the Ebenezer soldiers with spears, daggers, wrenches and electric welding guns like children's toys. There was a buzzing commotion in the crowd, and Jonah's pounding heart gradually subsided. He didn't know why he was so impulsive, but now, he didn't want to talk to anyone or give any explanation.

Shoulder hits the lieutenant colonel’s chest, smashes the opponent’s eight ribs, drags the two-hundred-pound man down the wall, lifts the opponent in the air, and launches the attack star array to aim, all of which only took a few seconds. time. Ye Kong expressionlessly returned the famous sword Buddha tooth to its sheath slowly, and the serrated blade rubbed against the sheath to make a sour rattling sound.

"Cough puff!" Lieutenant Colonel Ze Ying spit out another mouthful of blood. He looked at Jonah fiercely, and said slurredly: "I remember, Lord Jonah, commander-in-chief of the alliance... I will take you The order was passed to the consul, but this account will eventually be paid one day..." He spit out a mouthful of black and red blood, pushed the soldiers beside him hard, crouched and slowly separated the crowd and walked away.

"What are you looking at? There are still many things to do, right?" Jonah said flatly, scanning the crowd. The crowd of onlookers dispersed, and the crowd reappeared in the passage. At this time, a group of pink hat dwarves hurried over, surrounded by the elder with the longest beard, "My Lord Baron!" Daring people dare to question your authority? Don’t worry, no one can run wild here. I will take the responsibility to tie up the guy who offends you and beat him upside down. Candle oil..."

Jona shook his head: "Nothing. I have a question for you."

"Of course! Any question!" The elder straightened his waist.

"You are Steam Puppet Warlocks. The headquarters of the Steam Puppet Warlock Association is near Ekbatana, the country of volcanoes. You Flores are the masters of the association, right?" the boy asked, "Tell me Who is the president of the association, someone told me that he is on this submarine. I would like to discuss some questions with him."

"You ask another question! This doesn't count!" exclaimed the elder.

Jonah stared condescendingly into his eyes until the elder's face turned red, tears filled his eyes, and his beard trembled from the struggle. "Okay, sir, since it is your request..." The elder seemed to have made a rather difficult decision. "Please take a rest in the first combat meeting room. The president will be there soon to meet you. "He shivered and bowed, got into the crowd with a sad face and walked away.

Jonah ordered the other dwarves to disperse, dragging the staff through the passage and into the meeting room. There was no one in the room, and the room looked messy. The vibration caused by the enemy's attack caused the table, chair and bench to fall to the ground, and the crystal chandelier fell on the round table and broke into a pile of glass. Jonah lifted up a chair, patted the cushion, and sat alone at the round table. The door was closed and the meeting room was very quiet. Yekong was standing by the wall looking at an oil painting. His eyes shot through the oil painting, the wall and the deep crust in a direction no one knew.

"Yekong." Jonah put his hands on his chin in a daze, and suddenly yelled.

The red-haired man did not look back.

"Don't leave me, okay?" The boy whispered, "I have nothing to trust, except for my friends at Cherry Du... If you are not around, I don't know what I will do. Just now. I'm almost killing the soldier, just a little bit. Do you know this feeling? It's like there is nothing in this world worth managing with heart, human life is worthless, and blood is cheaper than ketchup ……"

The southerners still haven't looked back.

"I have changed." Jonah buried his face in his hands.

Suddenly there was the sound of footsteps approaching. The boy opened his eyes and saw a slender, strong hand covered with scars. He placed a cloth bag embroidered with Sanskrit runes very gently on the tabletop. "Yekong..." Jonah raised his head and watched the southerner slowly untie the cloth bag, gently moving like a feather from his lover's shoulder. A small ebony box was wrapped in the rune cloth. Yekong pressed his index finger on the lid of the box. The golden red Buddha light rippled up, and the 36 pieces of agarwood that made up the box bloomed silently like blue lotus. The lotus held up a crystal clear bead, and seeing this bead, the faceless face of the ancient well holding the sword galan melted like ice. Jonah had never seen Yekon like this, such a soft, sensitive, warm red-haired man. The focus of the gray double pupils was condensed on the surface of the beads. Yekong stretched out his fingers to touch, but trembling fingertips before they touched the exquisite beads, he shrank back like an electric shock. The boy saw joy, sadness and fear on his face. These three expressions are intertwined to create a heartbreaking infatuated face.

"Saraswati." Yekong said.

"This is the buddha that hides Saru's soul, isn't it?" Jona sighed.

The prayer beads are transparent and colorless, but there is an amber mist floating in them. It is probably the demon warlord who disappeared in the Mausoleum of Prince Moro dancing with a sword. Jonah could not help but stretched out his hand to lift the ebony lotus flower, and looked at this wonderful prayer bead carefully. The power of Sila Fauna made him feel the pulsation of the soul of Saraswati. It was an unyielding will, even if it was lost. Life never disappeared for a moment.

"Really, fake?" Yekong pointed to the sky and the ground.

Jona was stunned.

"Sarah Swati." The red-haired man took the box from the boy, the light of the Buddha was shining, and the 36-petal ebony lotus quietly closed. He picked up the rune cloth and carefully wrapped the small box, hiding it in his arms, the place closest to the heart. A trace of sorrow and joy remained at the corner of his mouth, and Yekong turned around and stopped talking. Looking at his blood-stained rust-colored coat, the young man's heart suddenly moved, "You mean, no matter what the world is like, I only believe that one day Saru can stand in front of you alive, right?...This is also me. What I said to the first mentor, I also want to uphold my beliefs and fight against the whole world, but I can't do what you do. I am deeply afraid, afraid that everything I have will turn into sand and flow away from my eyes.... …Thank you, Yekong, I just need a little more time to think..."

At this time, the door of the conference room was pushed open, and Zhu Mo Qingshan, the president of the Bachelor of Mathematics and Science Association, came in. His blue cloth gown was damaged and a white shirt was exposed in several places. There was a few flying blood splashed on his face, and his bearing was still Leisurely. "Did you call us?" Looking at the astrologer, Zhu Mo Qingshan's eyes hidden under the black crystal graphite mirror were a little surprised. "It's better if there is something important. Ipsyron Chuan Crocodile is very upset, he is Seven men were lost in the battle, and another officer was taught by you. In case of a fight, don’t be aggressive and run away, that guy is a lunatic."

"Thank you, I see." Jonah replied coldly but politely.

The door opened and closed. The president of the Association of Astrologers and Koshava entered the room together. The baby-faced Byron happily raised his hand to say hello, while Koshava groaned from his nostrils with a gloomy expression. Then came the shopkeeper of the "Bronze Cave". This dragon worship contact person yawned and was sleepy, and didn't look like he had participated in a fierce battle.

"What's the matter?" Koshava glanced at his apprentice.

"Teacher." Jonah stood up and saluted, "Please sit down first. I have something to discuss with everyone."

Several senior leaders of the Arion Alliance took a seat and sat down. Just as Koshava was about to open his mouth, suddenly the door of the conference room "quacked" twice, staggered X-shaped scars appeared on the door leaf, and then broke into Four pieces collapsed on the ground. "I have a suggestion. Let's re-elect the commander-in-chief of the Arion Alliance." Ebenezer's Archon Ipsyron Chuan Crocodile appeared outside the door, squeezing cold words from the teeth, two The row of sharp teeth creaked and rubbed. He held two war knives in his hands, the blue-blue blades were long and sharp, reflecting the light of magic vapor lamps. Jonah's gaze swept across the guard sword and landed on the Sichuan Crocodile's wrist. His hands were wearing crimson leather gloves with flame-shaped patterns hovering upwards. The Sichuan Crocodile did not wear this when they first met. Pieces of equipment—for some reason, the gloves look familiar.

Koshava coughed twice, turned a blind eye to the shredded wooden door, and said: "If more than six of the twelve representatives of the alliance raise the impeachment jointly, then the re-election of the commander-in-chief can be on the agenda, and you can ask The representatives of the alliance vote, Sichuan Crocodile, that is your power."

"Haha, that's great." The archon’s beret lowered his forehead, and his crocodile-like eyes flashed, "I want everyone to vote... now!" His figure suddenly disappeared. In his original position, Jonah felt a sharp wind blow, and he sat there and didn't move, because this time Yakon took the lead in pulling out the long knife. "Boom...Kaqiang!" Two figures appeared in the center of the meeting room, and the round table cut into four slowly fell down. The two knives of the Sichuan crocodile were held horizontally by the famous sword and Buddha teeth, and the serrations on the long knives were firmly locked. Live the sword blade.

"Do your business first, and then I have something to say." Behind the deadlocked two, Jonah spoke solemnly, as if he could not see the fierce fight in front of him.

Koshava stood up in amazement, he hesitated: "Then, first initiate the voting process. Please state whether the five alliance representatives here agree to impeach the current commander in chief."

"Nonsense!" Chuan Crocodile screamed, suddenly released the handle of the knife with both hands, clenched his fists and slammed forward. "Boom!" Only a few inches away, violent flames gathered on his fist. "Om, Fudanluo, Sanpobin..." Long-lost Sanskrit chants resounded throughout the house, Yekong raised his hand and threw the Buddha's tooth into the air, and the golden-red flames wrapped around his arms burst out of the flame circle and shot out, "Jiu Light·Mingwang Spear...Double shooting!"