"Ye Qingxuan, what you did went too far."
From the tuner, an old voice came: "At this point, the Keeper of Secrets School can no longer suppress it, and the Ministry of Doctrine of the Faith will soon react."
"If you can't hold it down, don't hold it down."
Ye Qingxuan lowered his head and trimmed his nails.
The old voice paused, and then became suspicious: "Are you ready to face the wrath of the Holy City? No matter how clean you are, one day they will find you. Even we don't may have any impact on the investigation."
Ye Qingxuan couldn't help but laugh: "Master Heisenberg, are you concerned about my safety, or are you worried about paying such a high price but not clearing the door?"
Heisenberg was silent.
Ye Qingxuan folded the short sharp knife and looked up at the tuner: "Don't worry, cooperate with me, just like you cooperated with the House before. You see, you need someone to take the blame, and I need He died. I believe our cooperation will have a good result."
"I hope so."
Heisenberg cut off communications.
Ye Qingxuan lowered his head and coughed violently, blood streaks flying out from his fingers. Laura stretched out her hand and pressed the back of his heart, and his breathing sounded like an old bellows.
"Are you continuing to reconstruct music theory again?" Laura frowned: "You are too impatient."
"I know, Laura."
Ye Qingxuan waved his hand: "I will be cautious."
"Even with the Philosopher's Stone, rebuilding Xiaoyuan cannot be completed overnight. Now your body is simply a ruin. Those messy music theories just don't want your life. Do you dare to reactivate them?"
"If I have to wait for blood metabolism to be completed, it will take at least half a year."
Ye Qingxuan shook his head: "I don't have time."
"Let's take a rest."
Laura reached out and gently rubbed the back of his head, with a rare gentle tone: "Little Ye Zi, you have done a good enough job, don't put too much pressure on yourself."
Ye Qingxuan closed his eyes, leaned back a little, and leaned into Laura's arms as if he was pushing the envelope, enjoying this rare tender treatment. After a long time, he said lightly:
"Laura, when you are so tender, you secretly use hints to change your mind to a person who has no resistance? What a shame."
Laura's fingers stiffened for a moment, then she sighed, and her slightly raised little finger returned to its original shape.
"Don't worry, I'm awake."
Ye Qingxuan opened his eyes and said calmly: "Besides, I'm not the only one who is stressed."
"I'm afraid Maxwell won't be able to sit still anymore, right?"
…
…
Angelou, the Privy Council under the palace, was filled with smoke. Maxwell picked up the ashtray and poured the pile of cigarette butts into the trash can.
"Enough is enough, Maxwell."
Under the light, the Prime Minister looked at him and said in a low voice: "He went too far. Although the Order is a neutral organization, according to the Fifth Amendment, all churches are the direct jurisdiction of the Order and act in accordance with the canon. What he did From a legal point of view, what we have done is equivalent to invading the territory of a country. The Holy City will not leave it alone!"
"To be honest, I didn't expect him to do this."
Maxwell scratched his head and sighed softly: "But young people. Who hasn't gone crazy when they were young? Older gentlemen should understand and understand."
"go Ape?"
The Prime Minister was silent for a long time and sighed softly: "I'm just a little worried that our future sword holder... is not just crazy. To be honest, I regret signing the sword holder's appointment letter. If I had known today, even if the Queen Your Majesty uses his seal, and I firmly oppose him taking over your position."
Maxwell rolled his eyes: "It's not like that in hindsight. Besides, the Sword in the Stone is a sword of perfection, and he gets along very well with the Sword in the Stone. Are you still worried that he will really degenerate and become a black musician?" "
"Why not?"
The Prime Minister took a deep breath from the cigarette, burning it to his fingertips, and exhaled thick smoke: "Isn't the so-called human being that everything is possible? In this crazy world, saints who are known as perfect people will fall, not to mention Am I waiting for a mortal?"
He raised his eyes and looked at the mural on the ceiling, which was drawn from the legendary Battle of Heaven. On the ceiling, evil dragons and knights were fighting, dyeing the red clothes, and setting fire to the earth and heaven.
That is destruction.
In the secret scroll of the holy book, it is said: The monster that will bring the end of the world - the Dragon of Disaster - was once an angel beside the throne of God before his fall.
It is holy and majestic and is known as the bright morning star and the deputy king of heaven.
The more noble and steadfast an angel is, the more crazy and terrifying he becomes after his fall.
"Maxwell, you can open the devil's door for him, but if you want to close it, it's not that simple."
The prime minister put out his cigarette, stood up and left.
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…
On the desolate forest road, the horse frothing at the mouth was beaten by the driver, struggling to pull a straw cart and galloping forward.
Dark red sticky blood dripped from the shaft of the car, leaving little scarlet tracks along the way.
The driver was wearing a dirty coat and his body was hunched. As the carriage jolted violently, the wound on the back of the hand holding the reins burst open, and the moist blood slowly oozed out from the dried blood.
"Master, we are almost there."
Colt's voice was hoarse, like sandpaper.
Half of his wild hair had been burned off, and his once handsome face was covered with scars and scorch marks, as if it had been burned by fire. The healed wounds were full of hideousness, looking ugly like an evil ghost.
No one could recognize this guy as the hero he once was, more like the ghosts and monsters hiding in the cellar, the ugly ghost that would scare children to tears when they see him.
"We are only a few hours away from the Knights Templar's station. That bastard will definitely pay the price for what he has done!"
There was no response from the hay cart.
The damp straw was slightly filthy, almost stained dark red with blood. Master Philip lay in the straw, panting with all his strength, one eye was blind, and a hoarse sound came from his throat.
He closed his eyes and prayed, but he couldn't even hear the voice of the prayer clearly. There was a sound of water in his heart, and the vague murmur was like the roar of an animal.
Confusion.
The man-made ley line riot destroyed the entire church in an instant, completely destroying everything.
The raging ether swallowed up everything.
An entire elite army was destroyed in one fell swoop.
No one thought that Ye Qingxuan, that bastard, would be so bold! Regardless of the dignity and anger of the holy city, they dared to bury the church and dozens of clergy in a despicable attack.
If it hadn't been for the activation of the Divine Punishment Chapter on Master Philip at that moment, saving the lives of the two of them, they might have been burned to ashes by now.
Unfortunately, they are still alive.
Still alive…
The reason why they chose this path was not just because of its secrecy, but because... this path was very close to the headquarters of the Knights Templar.
The Knights Templar, who are about to return to the Holy City, will be stationed and supplied for the final time here. They are only a dozen kilometers away. If Master Philip is in his prime, he can even arrive in an instant.
Ye Qingxuan dared to attack the church and slap the holy city in the face, but no matter how crazy he was, Angelou would never support him in attacking the Knights Templar, even if the confrontation was only a part of it.
It was a behemoth constructed by gathering the power of all countries. If it accepted the order of destruction, it could turn thousands of miles of borders into scorched earth overnight.
No one wants this sword pointed at the demon hanging over their head.
When the time comes, Ye Qingxuan will have nothing to do with himself...
"hahahahahahahahahahaha… "
He grinned, laughed hoarsely, and then choked violently, coughing up scarlet blood. The blood fell down his chin and onto the skirt of his clothes, vaguely depicting a sinister face.
Colt froze.
"curse?"