Bloody, weird, wind that doesn't seem to know where it's coming from.
The devil stood on the black ground, sadly empty behind the gates of purgatory, without the old friend he imagined to say hello. Their etiquette is getting worse and worse, maybe this time he should reiterate to these hell lords what "decency" is
The butterfly of the undead fluttered up and down in front of him, guiding the path.
The devil walked lightly across the charred earth.
The canopy here—if that can be called a canopy—is an uneven dark red, like the sky bleeding all the time. The blood dripped down and turned into a dark red rain of sulfur and fire. The rain of fire fell to the ground, and a huge lake appeared on the charred ground immediately. A white, choking mist rolled up from the lake, and a fire like lava flowed slowly inside.
This is a place that humans would never want to step into.
Huge ridges rise from the ground, and those peaks are strange and bizarre, like a pair of staggering sharp knives. The bodies of countless dead people hang on the blade of the mountain, swaying staggeringly in the wind, they are either wrapped in long shrouds or wearing yellowish white clothes.
The viscous hell river is like the blood vessels of a sick and dead person, meandering away. The hell river is still, but at first glance, you will think it is flowing. However, if you look closely, you will find that it is not the river water that flows, but the countless dead souls crowded in the river water. Some of them are complete, some are broken, and some even merge with other dead souls, huddling forward. trek.
The devil roamed, passing unscathed over those boiling lakes of fire and brimstone, and through rows and rows of corpses, and at last he came to the river of hell,
The dead souls in the long river of hell silently separated to the left and right, tremblingly making way for the devil to make a wide path.
He finally arrived at a castle that only the wildest legends describe.
The black boulder castle rose from the ground. The castle was built on a sharp and steep mountain. The large and small spires were merged with the black stones. It was difficult to tell which was the top of the tower and which was the peak. Huge pale snake bones twisted and twisted on the entire mountain, connecting the castle to the earth, and that was the steps of the castle.
The snake bones are astonishingly long, and the curved arcs have a natural beauty. Those twisted joints seem to be infiltrated with the soul of a cold and cunning creature. The skull of the giant serpent hangs down low, sticking to the ground, showing a posture of submission.
The entrance to the castle is Shekou.
"haven't seen you for a long time."
The devil spoke briskly.
His voice fell, and there were countless sounds of flapping wings in the air. Groups of strange bone birds fluttered from the shadow of Blackrock Castle. They hovered in the sky. , that is, the tune is by no means human beings can have.
The snake bones began to move one by one, as if the giant snake was resurrected!
"It's time to wake up!"
He said lightly, rarely without any frivolous pretense.
The devil stretched out his hand, and tens of thousands of black butterflies poured out from the sky. They looked so slender that they could be shattered by the wind, but in fact, they danced in a whirl with a shrill wind.
The world suddenly roared.
Invisibly, this hell that seemed to have been dead for a long time began to give out its cheers.
…
The bell of St. Weiss Cathedral was rung.
The highly penetrating bell echoed over most of Metzl Castle, the pale sun rose from the horizon in the cold air, the sun spread, ice crystals and snow reflected the sun, and the night was mercilessly dispelled. .
It has been a long enough time since the king issued the summoning order, and the parliament representatives from all over Legrand have all reached the city of Metzl.
Today, the largest parliament was officially announced.
The delegates arrived in front of the main entrance of the Rose Palace in the early morning and waited on the open space where the warrior queen Illinois once carried out the first massacre of the nobles. The snow has been cleaned up, the red carpet is spread out, the guards of the palace are wearing armor, their hands are on the hilt of their swords, and they are standing on both sides of the main entrance without looking sideways.
The last morning bell rang loudly, and the gates of the palace opened on time.
At this moment, the greatest power and supreme brilliance of the entire empire opened the door to everyone. At that moment, it seemed as if an invisible wave of air rose from the palace, enough to dazzle everyone. The delegates looked at each other and stepped into the heart of the empire under the guidance of the attendants who filed out.
The scarlet rose king flag fluttered in the top of the palace, hunting and fluttering.
The opening ceremony of the parliament was held in the color room of the Rose Palace. Different from the previous temporary meetings, all the candles in the color room were lit at this time, and the entire huge room was brilliantly gilded against the candlelight. The fireplaces were all lit, and the raging fire filled the room with domineering heat, mercilessly driving out the cold.
Apart from the great nobles, the minor nobles, the representatives of the commoners met their king for the first time.
He sat in the center of the conference hall.
The throne, which symbolizes supreme power, is gorgeous, but the king himself is even more gorgeous than the throne. All the words used to describe dignity and luxury can be applied to the king.
This is a formal ceremony. The king wears the crown that has been passed down for thousands of years. The middle of the crown is inlaid with a red rose-like gemstone. The face of the king under the crown even surpasses all the legendary sons of God, and his ice blue eyes are cold. Looking down at everyone, it feels like it should be.
The king wears the royal attire of the ceremony.
A scarlet cloak embroidered with intricate rose patterns with gold thread wrapped around his shoulders, and the golden tunic also had gorgeous embroidery. He held the golden scepter in his hand, the symbol of the Rose family on his cold white fingers.
Under the candlelight, he is simply brilliance itself.
Beside the king, on the left, the secular nobles represented by the Duke of Buckingham are seated according to their titles, and on the right are the church nobles headed by the Archbishop of St. Weiss.
The long table where the king is sitting is now the table of power in the entire Legrand Empire.
Everyone was seated, and the justice stood up and began to preside over this opening ceremony. The justice of Legrand is older than the Duke of Buckingham, with a heavy wig and an iron rose badge on his dark red robe, which shows that he is a firm man in "The Change of the Rose". the royalists.
The old justice stood upright, his wrinkled hands holding the long speech, which he tried to speak clearly and loudly.
The justice originally felt that he was too old to take on this heavy responsibility, and wanted to give this glorious opportunity to other judges. But the king rejected his proposal.
- If anyone dares to laugh at the opening ceremony, he will wait for his head to fall.
So said the king.
The hall was silent.
The people listened to the Chancellor speak clearly, word by word, in an old but powerful voice. But gradually, his voice became a little hoarse, and some frivolous noble representatives were just about to whisper when they saw the king looking at him coldly on the throne.
A viper-like chill crept across their backs, and no one dared to make a sound in an instant.
Quietly, the Justice described the purpose, content, schedule and agenda of the session. Finally, the Chancellor announced that the next meeting would be officially announced by the King of Legrand.
The justice closed his speech and said the last sentence aloud, straightening his spine proudly.
"I declare—"
The king stood up, his eyes flicking across the hall.
"This meeting officially begins!"
His voice was clear, powerful, with an irrefutable majesty.
There was silence in the hall for a moment, and people stood up and bowed deeply to the king. No matter the nobles or the citizens, they all shouted at this moment: "God bless the king!"
Parliament, started.
…
This time, the parliament changed the previous lengthy process and went directly to the most important part after the opening ceremony.
Delegates of all ranks began to submit petitions and grievances in turn to the clerk of Parliament. Under the presidency of the justices, the parliamentary participants were divided into several groups and began to discuss the issues just submitted.
No cumbersome etiquette, no feast, no performance to appreciate.
This time the council was like a huge change in the number of participants, with a smell of urgency gunpowder from start to finish. There seems to be an invisible front in the air.
Unlike in the past, he attended the opening ceremony and left until the decision-making session. This time, the king sat in the top seat from beginning to end, and seemed determined to participate in the whole process.
Something different than usual was brewing in the air.
Soon, this feeling was confirmed.
Because the representatives of the Freedmen, who were allowed to sit in Parliament for the first time, began to submit their petitions.
- A petition calling for the removal of the local sheriff.
They were quite tacit, and each petition was accompanied by an extremely detailed statement, carefully explaining the dereliction of duty by the sheriff, and if the above said, some of the sheriffs would even be thrown to the guillotine.
There is no shortage of sheriffs on the recall list who participated in this council, and they turned pale when they saw the petitions.
Everyone looked at the king.
No one believed that a commoner could make such a detailed and well-organized statement, and it was definitely by the king's will. As we all know, the king's commissioners flew all over Legrand like black wings some time ago.
The king in focus raised his eyes casually.
"Guys, need me to remind you, is this the Parliament? Please proceed according to the procedure you have always adhered to."
The MPs were speechless.
In the past, when the king convened a parliament to increase taxes, they resisted because the parliament had a fixed constitution. No one thought that one day the king would use this knife instead.
"continue."
said the king.