The bone ring and the king's knuckles fit tightly together, as if the bone ring belonged to him from the beginning. The cold, pale ring was quietly put on the king's hand, and at that moment, the same glorious authority in this world suddenly revived in the king. The devil let go of the king, took a step back, and he fell to his knees.
"what is that?"
The long voice of the ruling, who had always been silent as black iron, firmly controlled the whole situation like a spider, had a trembling voice that he didn't even notice.
"what is that!"
He saw that the flame of God was extinguished on the young king.
He is a god attendant, and the mission of god attendant is to give everything for God. The emotions that human beings have should have been lost from him forever, so that when god attendant sends the sword into the heart of heresy, his wrist can be as stable as a mountain. However, at this moment, the Chief Judge suddenly felt his heart throbbing again.
Because of the fear that might subvert his beliefs.
The Apostles of the Lord believe that the Lord is the only God in this world, the true Anointed One and the true and eternal Lord of glory, whose authority is supreme.
But now everything is subverting his cognition.
The young king who was originally under his control stood alone in the center of the stage, and the majesty of his body made people dare not look directly.
how is this possible
How can there be a second monarch who can rival the Eternal Lord
The indestructible foundation of faith is shaking and shattering, and the eyes that do not belong to mortals on the black iron mask worn by the referee are closed uncontrollably.
The king's eyes also closed.
Then the next moment, he suddenly opened his eyes.
The chants in the air were neatly cut off by the invisible authority, and the wind was raging, and the wind was mixed with such a wide noise, hundreds of millions of grievances were screaming, hundreds of millions of skeletons were trumpeting, and the voice was domineering and fierce, as if The gate of hell suddenly opened a gap, and the resentment that had been backed up for thousands of years came pouring out.
The chief adjudicator stepped back frantically, hitting his back against the angel statue in the church.
"Hell... Impossible! Hell is dead! Dead!"
Obviously no one did it, but the chief judge seemed to have seen something the most terrifying and unbelievable, and the rules that constituted the Servant of God himself were collapsing on him. He seemed to be roaring, and he seemed to be crying.
Everything was printed in the king's pupils.
His eyes are the ice on the long river in winter, ruthless and indifferent.
Nor should it be the vision that humans should have.
The wind was blowing.
"Go to hell."
The world collapsed suddenly, and the fire and black mist swept over everything. Countless pale hands stretched out from the twisted gaps and grabbed the black-robed divine servants. Hell cracked its mouth and greedily swallowed it. everything.
The statue of the angel collapsed, the colorful glass shattered and fell from the top of the head, and large pieces of rock rumbled down. The fire was swelled with black mist, as if two poisonous snakes of different colors were intertwined, and they locked those bones and dead souls. This scene is like a stage that is being burned down.
The king with the bone ring stands in the center of the stage.
The world of black and red was imprinted in his icy blue pupils, solidifying into an ancient scene.
…
Holy Court.
In that secret dark iron building.
The silent astrologers all spit out a large mouthful of blood, and they slumped on the ground, the crystal ball in front of them shattered with a "click". The blood of the holy pool in the center of the hall tumbled, and the next moment, the silver crosses suspended in it flew out one after another, like a sharp sword that was out of control, and slammed into the surrounding walls.
The astrologers got up from the ground, horrified to see the black-robed arbiters falling back one by one.
The masks on their faces automatically undid and fell to the ground.
Under the mask, there are faces that have lost their breath of life.
what happened
The astrologers looked at each other.
…
The moon is bright.
The king opened his eyes, rolled over and sat up from the bed.
He panted slightly, raised his hand and pressed his aching head. An inexplicable emotion remained in his heart, both like anger and cold indifference.
He seemed to have another long nightmare.
He is always dreaming.
In the original world, he always had nightmares one after another, and when he woke up, he would forget what he had done in the dream, leaving only a sense of powerlessness and rage, as if reminding himself of what to remember. But what exactly are those dreams
The king does not know.
After returning to Legrand, he hadn't had such a dream for a long time.
He pressed his forehead and breathed calmly.
After a long time, the king let go.
Suddenly, he realized something was different from before falling asleep.
The king bowed his head.
Under the cold moonlight, a bone ring was quietly worn on his finger.
- That's not a dream.
…
Cossoa.
The ghost ship led by Charles docked quietly in the night, and they returned with heavy news.
In the short time together, General Sheehan, who had restrained his desire to draw swords many times, finally breathed a sigh of relief and hurried to see First Officer Charles, who was rumored to be the reliable role of Walway.
After Charles clearly and methodically described the outbreak of the Black Death across the strait, General Sheehan, while worried about the Black Death situation, could not help but breathe a sigh of relief—thank goodness, he didn't have to continue working with the pirate captain. .
Just as this thought flashed through General Sheehan's mind, the door was slammed open with a bang.
With the smell of alcohol, Captain Hawkins, who stepped on the dance-like pace, shook his cowhide jug, and jumped in three steps and two turns.
"Ho-hey! Guys! Are you pushing out?!"
Captain Hawkins snapped and pressed his hand on the chart on the table.
General Sheehan's head began to hurt again, and he subconsciously touched the sword at his waist.
Touched empty.
He was startled suddenly, and cold sweat broke out almost immediately. General Sheehan has always been inseparable from his sword, which is the basic quality of a general.
"Hey hey, are you looking for this? Mr. Good General."
Pirate Hawkins said briskly, and he raised his hand.
General Sheehan's pupils shrank slightly, only to see Captain Hawkins swinging a sword lazily, it was his. When was the sword silently taken away by him
Charles was not surprised by this. He pressed his forehead with a headache: "What's the matter with you? First, let me explain that now is a special period, and I won't go to the pub with you to pay for your drinks."
The tone is rather weak.
"My dear Charles! How can you be like that old bastard William, it hurts me so much! Can't the wise and great Captain Hawkins be able to pay for the drink?" Captain Hawkins shouted angrily.
Charles and Sheehan's expressions were unexpectedly the same, and the eyes they looked at him conveyed the same meaning:
Don't you
Captain Hawkins coughed: "Okay, okay, Mr. Romantic Mr. Knight, Mr. Professor like the old antique, let our buddies get busy."
He removed his hand from the table.
A crumpled letter emerged.
Charles picked it up and unfolded it.
"Some little mice need us to clean up."
Captain Hawkins' tone was cheerful.
At the same time, near the port of Kosthoa, when Captain Hawkins spoke to General Charles Sheehan with the letter of the overseas spy.
The door of a house near the port of an ordinary fisherman was wide open.
The sea breeze poured in, blowing away the bloody smell inside.
In the room, a "fisherman" dressed locally fell to the ground, blood gurgling from his throat. The room was dark, and a little cold light flickered.
It was a slender and graceful arc knife.
In one hand, that hand is as white as winter snow.
That's a woman's hand.
In the age of knights and swords, blood and war seemed to be taken for granted as equating with men, and few people associated women with swords. But this hand holding the arc knife gives people a feeling that it should be like that, and the blood makes her extraordinary beauty.
Illinois.
Legrand's former warrior queen.
Holding the knife, she stepped over the corpse on the ground and walked to the door, facing the sea with the night tide, and the sea breeze was blowing her black hair. Queen Illinois lowered her head, looked at the knife in her hand, turned the blade slightly, and the light of the knife jumped into her dark green eyes.
She was killed by an overseas spy.
overseas spy.
This is not an uncommon role, in fact, every country sends many people in this capacity, and Legrand is no exception. This is what happens between countries. Everything is based on interests, and there is no justice at all.
Illinois did not stay in the palace for long in the end.
She also knew the details about the Black Death. After this period of recuperation, Illinois left the palace and came to the core of the southeast coastal port, Kothsoa.
During the time when William III was on the expedition, the queen, who was in charge of the country for her husband, knew very well what it meant to block the sea and how many special roles would be mixed in a place like a port. So she came to the harbour as if she had been in the palace, and guarded her children in the shadows.
She stood alone by the sea, like an iron gun with murderous intent.
This gun has been polished day and night for the past dozen years, just to drink the blood of the enemy.
Illinois flicked the arc blade with a few fingers, and the blade vibrated to make a simple melody.
It was the melody that the young King of Legrand plucked the strings when seventeen-year-old Illinois met twenty-one-year-old William. The young queen meets the young monarch. In the autumn when the red leaves are like fire, the queen's long dress is strong and gorgeous, and the monarch's back is as straight as a sword.
The most romantic encounter, love in blood and fire.
It was young Illinois and young William.
They agreed that one day, the land of Legrand would be strong and prosperous.
Above the throne, under the glory, only they are side by side.
Zheng—
The blade screamed, and the Queen Mother played too hastily for the last time, and the trembling of the blade broke the original harmonious melody.
Memories come to an abrupt end.
Eleanor gripped the hilt tightly, her knuckles white.
The king's secret letter has arrived, and the customs will officially begin to implement the blockade in three days. The plague is breaking out completely on the other side of the land.
How much effort does it take for a mortal to be free
If killing a dragon is not enough, then killing a god too, is that enough
They are dragon killers, they are the wrath of mortals.
The Queen Mother pushed the knife back into its sheath, and she turned and walked into the darkness.
Behind him, the sound of the waves was furious.