Seeing Sarhi II fell to the ground, Mr. Rosière of the Church of the Sages immediately helped him up, and as his golden fingers rested on the top of Sarhi II's head, a wisp of black smoke flowed from the king's head. Overflowing in the temples.
"curse."
Mr. Rosière said simply:
"Sure enough, the person who helped him didn't have any good intentions."
People looked over, but Mr. Rosière signaled them not to panic, just do their own thing.
He asked for the doctors of the Church of Nature to come over, let Sarlot and Dolores take a momentary look at the king whose eyes were wide open, as if he couldn't close them, and then stretched out his hands and twirled them lightly in the air. Following this movement, a black mist line appeared from between Salhi II's brows, and continued to the meeting room.
One of the pictures on the chessboard followed Mr. Rosière. He didn't let anyone follow him, but followed the line alone, and finally saw the figure represented by the three black stars in the back garden of the palace.
It was two men and one woman, dressed in traditional black formal suits, brown safari suits and black gauze skirts. The three of them were obviously waiting for Mr. Rosière. The moment Mr. Rosière stepped into the garden, the red flesh buried deep in the garden spewed out of the soil like a fountain, hitting the ground like rain. to the ground.
"Three demigods..."
Jenkins pondered, he didn't think it was a big deal, but felt that the three demigods were a little less. After all, this is a conspiracy about an entire country, and it has something to do with the fate of one-third of the human beings in the material world. In the end, there were only three demigods, which really didn't match the importance of this matter.
Without any surprise, Mr. Rosière accused the people in front of him of attempting to murder Sarkhi II, and summoned the Snowman Legion to destroy Loen. But the three strangers didn't intend to pay attention to Mr. Rosière at all, let alone explain, but directly attacked.
There are currently four demigods in Ruen, and three of them are on the front line dealing with the Snowman Legion. In a hurry, Mr. Rossierre is not the opponent of the three demigods.
The explosion and the ensuing strange light and shadow when they fought each other quickly attracted the attention of other people in the palace. People in the Orthodox Church knew what this meant, so they took the time to get people out of here as soon as possible.
People in the conference room and other parts of the palace left separately. Together with the Stuarts, they were in charge of a whole squad of night watchmen who were on standby at the rear, as well as some clergy and royal guards who were in charge of clerical records.
They got a stretcher from nowhere, and the Stuarts carried their father on the stretcher themselves. Under the protection of church benefactors and ordinary people's attendants, they walked around the back garden and prepared to leave through the front door. Of course, neither Dolores nor Sallot carried a stretcher. The former was a very young princess, and the latter had a prosthetic left arm. It was impossible for them to carry a stretcher.
It was obvious that the meeting room just now was stuffy, but the further you go to the north, the cooler the temperature will be. When the crowd finally arrived at the main entrance of the palace, the temperature dropped to the point where people in single clothes shivered.
Suddenly there was a scream, and the night watchmen of the night and the hidden church protecting the group immediately raised their hands. The invisible spirits gathered into an indescribable lightless circular celestial body, blocking the red flesh and blood shooting from behind.
The flesh and blood fell to the ground and still did not lose their vitality. They squirmed and crawled towards the crowd. The shape of a human face appeared in the invisible flesh and blood, but before they could speak, they were burned to black charcoal by the benefactor nearby.
Everyone looked at the location where the mass of flesh and blood flew, and that direction was the back garden of the royal palace. Just at this moment, a strange golden light exploded, followed by the sound of gears clicking in the bottom of their hearts, a chill made everyone's skin crawl.
Black smoke shot out from the golden light and crashed towards everyone. As the black smoke exploded, a demigod in a brown hunting suit appeared in front of everyone.
"You go first."
The captain of the bearded night watchman who was in charge of guarding the group said, and rushed over with his team members.
"Let's go."
Sallot Stuart repeated it loudly, knowing that ordinary people are useless in such a battle, and can only watch the church's bestowers being dragged in, and the group of them fled across the gate and down the hill.
There were not many people in this group. Apart from the Stuarts, there were also civilian officers of the army and ordinary clergy sent by the Orthodox Church to cooperate and agree on the retreat plan.
Although the biggest luggage was Salhi II, most of the others were just holding documents, but their speed was not fast. Although the predicament here would be solved as long as one of the demigods who dealt with the snowmen on the front line could be transferred, at least the group of people must avoid danger before reinforcements arrive.
But things tend to develop in the worst direction. Almost all the people have just left the main entrance of the palace, and before they have time to express their opinions on the extremely cold temperature at the northern foot of the hill, another puff of black smoke broke through the golden light and flew out. , and then precisely fell in front of everyone.
The black smoke dissipated towards the surroundings the moment it hit the ground, and then the man in the black formal suit gradually became clear in the middle of the smoke. The smoke did not leave and be dispelled. On the contrary, the black mist wrapped around the man, and the invisible smoke swayed around him, which looked extremely strange.
"shot!"
Even though he knew it was useless, Salote immediately asked the people around him to fight back. Now there is this weird man in the black mist in front, and the royal palace group that just escaped behind. It seems that there is really no way to escape, after all, the group of people are ordinary people...
He looked at his sister.
Dolores took a deep breath and then raised her hands. With the sound of crackling water sublimating in the air, sticking to her back, first the boots appeared, and then the whole ice swordsman holding the ice sword was summoned. come out.
Perhaps it was the attack of the Snowman Corps that unilaterally changed the surrounding environment, or maybe Dolores has made progress recently. The ice swordsman who appeared this time has a more specific image and more detailed decorations on his body. The attached ancient runes are also more diverse.
Although it is not as good as it looks in Jenkins' hands, at least it is no longer a simple fighter with a sword.
After the swordsman appeared, he opened his eyes and looked forward, then dodged away from behind Dolores, and rushed towards the man carrying the black mist. Every time its foot stepped on the ground, it would leave a smooth ice footprint on the ground. When the swordsman approached the man, even the black mist dancing in the air was frozen by the cryogenic temperature.
The swordsman jumped up one by one, and slashed down fiercely with the sword in both hands. With the strength of the fall, this chop was so swift and violent that even the people behind it could hear the sound of the ice blade breaking through the air.
The unstoppable blow went straight to the man's head, but was easily stopped by a hand. The demigod held the blade in one hand, and the other hand wrapped in black mist directly reached for the swordsman's heart, piercing through the ice armor and piercing through the whole body. The black mist directly exploded in the ice, blasting the ice swordsman into scattered ice cubes, and even fell on Salhi II who was on a stretcher in the distance.
Dolores turned pale, and the sisters behind her immediately supported her. She coughed violently, bleeding from her nostrils and eyes.
"So, you are the only benefactor of this generation of Stuart family?"
The man asked, and slowly lowered his hand. The Hampawa common language he used was very stiff, and he could hear the obvious southern accent.
Seeing Dolores covering her mouth with a handkerchief to prevent the blood from flowing out, he looked at all the Stuarts in front of him again:
"So the soul of ice must be on one of you."
This sentence is quite correct. Now, except for the young children who cannot participate in government affairs, all the Stuarts have gathered in front of him, even King Sallot Stuart. If the Ice Soul is in the Stuart family, then it must belong to the person in front of him, and his judgment is quite accurate.
"Who is it then?"
As he said that, the black mist surrounding him spread forward, as if trying to swallow everyone in front of him. But at this moment, a golden light radiated from Dolores' chest, and the power from the pendant engraved with Jenkins' real name forcefully pushed back the black mist.
"Are you from the Scent Appreciation Committee?"
The pale Dolores seemed to have recovered a bit due to the strength of the pendant, but her tone was still very weak.
"No, I'm from Treehouse, but I've been on the committee for a while, and now I'm just going back to my old organization."
The man said, straightened the collar of his formal suit, and looked at the golden light with interest:
"Which god's power is this? No, it doesn't matter. If you are a clergyman and have such an extraordinary item close to a holy object, I am afraid that I will not be able to take you away for a while. But it is a pity, You do not believe in the God who helps you."
Black mist seemed to emerge from every pore of his body, and the demigod in the tree house was instantly submerged by the black mist. The gushing mist corroded the golden light of the pendant on Dolores' chest, forcing the group to retreat, but everyone knew that the pendant would not last long.
"Aren't you making a move yet?"
Beside the chessboard, the eldest princess in Nolan asked Jenkins. Jenkins was stroking the cat on his lap with one hand, leaning over his head with the other hand to see what happened on the chessboard.
"I'm not needed yet."
The voice was very flat, and cats who were familiar with him knew that Jenkins was angry.
After speaking, Jenkins stood up, walked around the table under the vigilant eyes of the three princesses, and came to the side of the sleeping Salhi II. He was severely injured in Loen because of the avatar. Although the consciousness and soul of the main body have returned to Nolan, he still hasn't woken up.
Jenkins put his hand on the old king's drooping wrist, and slowly detected the other's physical condition. He quickly let go of his hand, letting his right index finger brimming with emerald green brilliance touch Sarkhi II's forehead.