There was deathly silence in the Victory Palace, and the nobles from all over the world looked at Speight with a ferocious look on his face in horror. Www,QuANbEn-XiAoShUo,CoMThe knights of the Blood Heart Knights who were walking slowly around, giving people a feeling of "crushing", made some timid nobles tremble.
"It's that murderous maniac!" an unknown old nobleman muttered in a low voice.
Speight turned around and grinned at the old nobleman with bared teeth. The blood in his eyes flashed slightly, and the old nobleman let out a miserable howl. His two eyeballs burst open at the same time, and blood was smeared all over his face. Speight sneered ferociously: "Murder? I don't like this title!"
Holding Holy Light I's neck firmly, Speight slowly pressed down on Holy Light I, forcing him to slowly bend towards him. He said in a low voice: "In front of me, even the emperor should kneel down and salute, right? Kneel down, otherwise, I will break your neck now!"
Holy Light I was so angry that his eyes twitched, and he yelled in a dark voice: "Prince Speight, do you dare to violate the covenant of the gods?"
Speight made a fuss of 'Wow', and then he pulled out his long sword and chopped off the left hand of Holy Light I at shoulder level with a clean sword. A dazzling silver glow spurted out from the wound, and Holy Light I groaned in pain, and his body trembled violently.
"Covenant of the gods?" Speight smiled almost crazily: "I don't care about the lengthy rules written on those scraps of paper. I have strength, so I can rape you and torture you as much as you want. Just like my only direct descendant, Strohn! Someone has to be responsible, right? The covenant of the gods? What is the meaning of this covenant until I find the murderer of Strohn?"
The sound of "clicking" was heard endlessly, and the neck bones of Holy Light I were cracked one by one. His face was twisted in pain, but he desperately wanted to stand up straight. Speight frowned. He flipped casually, and two strong gusts of wind shot out, shattering Holy Light I's kneecaps. Holy Light I became unsteady and fell to his knees heavily on the ground.
The dignified emperor of the Gallic Empire was forced to kneel down in front of so many nobles from all over the continent. The faces of many nobles of the Gallic Empire were dark, and the nobles of the Caesar Empire, even the most arrogant and unreasonable Princess Keberda. They were all pale with fright.
It can't end! How does this end? A sword cut off the arm of Holy Light I and shattered his knees. This was a hatred that could only be washed away with blood. A bloody battle between the two empires was bound to break out. And Holy Light I was forced to kneel down
This was enough to make the two empires sworn enemies for generations to come. Unless an empire is destroyed, how can this shame be washed away? But neither the Gallic Empire nor the Caesar Empire was confident that they would be able to kill the other.
A cold figure flashed out from behind Speight. This was the demigod sitting in the Victory Palace who had just chased Lin Qi and slapped Lin Qi in the back. He was hit by Esther with magic that transcended the forbidden spell. She felt a bit cold, and her internal organs were slightly shocked. After all, Esther's blow not only used her own strength, but also relied on the power of a very powerful magical device.
So the demigod was also a little injured and returned to the Victory Palace. He immediately closed himself up to recuperate and took the magical potion secretly prepared by the Temple of Life. This also led to the time when Speight led his men into the Victory Palace. He was so preoccupied with digesting and absorbing the potion that he had no time to respond, so that the Holy Light I was in someone's hands.
Standing coldly behind Speight, the demigod said in a deep voice: "Speedt, stop it! You left the Holy Mountain privately, which is already a serious crime, and you dare to attack the king of the secular world. This is enough to make you severely punished. Punishment!"
Speight triumphantly forced Holy Light I to kneel in front of him and heard the demigod's words. He couldn't help but grinned: "Extremely severe punishment? Then, will I be killed?"
The demigod was silent for a while, and said honestly: "Any demigod is extremely precious, and no one can take away your life!"
Speight nodded seriously. He pinched Holy Light I's neck, turned around and smiled at the demigod: "Then, Asifa, since I killed this unlucky emperor, I will not lose my life. , why don’t I continue? My only direct descendant, Strohn, is dead! Do you know how much I love him? I even originally intended to make him the emperor of the Caesar Empire!"
A sword cut off one of Holy Light I's calves. Amidst Holy Light I's miserable howl, Speight shouted sternly: "But he was killed! He was shamelessly assassinated! My only direct descendant Descendants, someone actually dares to assassinate him! This has violated the so-called covenant of the gods! Asifa, I asked the Gallic Empire to ask for the murderer of Strohn, is it wrong? "
The demigod named Asifa was silent. He looked helplessly at Holy Light I who was controlled by Specter, then sighed heavily and stepped back helplessly. He said word by word: "The person who assassinated Strohn was not arranged by the Gallic Empire. I have been sitting in the Victory Palace for the past few years, and no decision-making here can be hidden from my ears!"
Speight's long sword pointed at Marshal Behan, who was wearing a marshal's uniform and surrounded by a group of guards.
"So, are you sure that it wasn't someone else in the Gallic Empire who arranged such a killer? For example, some marshal who wanted to provoke an imperial war to gain greater power and acquire more land and resources? "
Marshal Beian's face suddenly darkened, he pursed his lips and said nothing. In recent years, the Gallic Empire and the Caesar Empire have indeed had frictions on the border. Under the deliberate guidance of some high-level figures, the Gallic Empire did have plans to launch a war and invade two or three provinces of the Caesar Empire.
But the excuse for war will definitely not be the assassination of Strohn. After all, Strohn is a descendant of demigods. His status is noble, and there are several powerful demigods in the Caesar Empire standing behind him. No matter how stupid the Gallic Empire is, they will not do such a thing.
"You don't dare to open your mouth to explain, just because you have a guilty conscience?" Speight opened his mouth and laughed: "A guilty conscience? Little guy! It was you who killed Strohn! Isn't it? My only direct descendant! Do you know? Do you know how difficult it is for a demigod to leave a descendant?"
Speight roared loudly word by word: "Even if all the beauties in the entire Gallic Empire give me a turn, I may not be able to give birth to another child! Damn it, you damn things, you ruined it My only direct descendant!"
A golden light flashed in the void, and a huge eye suddenly appeared. A large group of clergymen wearing robes appeared in the sky above the Victory Palace, headed by seven demigods wearing pure white robes of the Dawn Temple, holding scepters, and exuding auras that were only stronger than Speight.
In addition to these seven powerful demigods from the Dawn Temple, there were also more than ten demigods from the Punishment Temple, the War Temple, and the Void Temple appearing in the sky. This power is enough to destroy an empire in an instant in the Western Continent. Once they start a war, the continent with a radius of thousands of miles will be beaten to pieces by them in a short period of time.
"Spetter, let go of His Majesty Holy Light I!" The demigod in the center of the Dawn Temple said coldly: "Otherwise, the Caesar Empire will be severely punished."
Speight rolled his eyes and chopped off the other leg of Holy Light I with a sword. He looked at the demigod mockingly and sneered: "If the church dares to touch a hair of the Caesar Empire, I will Kill everyone in the Gallic Empire! Wright? Chenxi, do you dare to bet?"
Wright Chenxi, a legitimate descendant of the Divine Descendants of the Dawn Temple, is also the current chief elder of the Bright Elders Group of the Dawn Temple. He has the strength of an intermediate demigod. Compared to the 'young' Speight, Wright Chenxi alone could completely suppress Speight.
But Holy Light I was in the hands of Speight. Even if he was much stronger than Speight, Wright Chenxi would not dare to make a random move.
You must know that Holy Light I was the spokesperson of the Dawn Temple who spent countless efforts and used extremely huge resources to coordinate all aspects of the relationship within the church. It took more than ten years and extremely difficult to push him to the throne. !
"Spetter!" Wright Chenxi's face suddenly turned extremely ugly: "Perhaps, the entire Andelm family will be punished!"
Speight's eyes blinked, and he suddenly laughed: "You..."
Wright Chenxi's eyes erupted with blazing white light, and the beam of light enveloped Speight's body tightly. He interrupted Speight's words and said in a cold and ruthless voice: "It's just a royal family of the Caesar Empire. ... We can afford the loss! Even if this requires the Temple of Dawn to pay a small price, the glory of the God of Dawn will never tolerate the slightest tarnishment or offense!"
Speight's face suddenly became distorted. He strangled Holy Light I's neck tightly and looked at Wright Chenxi crazily.
Speight suddenly realized that these descendants of the Dawn Temple were even crazier than the religious lunatics in the Temple of Punishment. No alien power was allowed to exist under the light. This was the slogan openly spoken by the descendants of the Dawn!
The Temple of Punishment only punishes heretics, but the secret teachings of the Temple of Dawn want to 'purify' all other temples in the church!
Breathing heavily, Speight hesitantly looked at the Holy Light I in his grasp.
Strohn's death, in Speight's simple mind, was definitely related to the Gallic Empire. Only by killing Holy Light I and all the royal members of the Gallic Empire could he eliminate the hatred in his heart. But if you want to catch up with the royal family of the Gallic Empire, then. . .
Although Speight was extremely angry because of Strohn's death, he had not become a madman after all.
Holding the sword tightly, Speight hesitated for a while.