He should have thought of it earlier.
Apart from the weird boundary-traveling ability that Wolf Flute has only shown to himself, who else has the ability to silently transfer prisoners from the Tower of Judgment out of thin air
Apart from the warehouse he used as a shelter for the wolves, where else in the Holy City could accommodate a dozen prisoners to stay and hide from the limelight
Besides him, who else can provide the revolutionary army with a steady stream of clues to the silent mechanism
Besides him, who else would find himself so nervous after the meeting that he would go to the unnecessary trouble of using Constantine's request to divert his attention away from him, making him distracted and unable to think carefully and distinguish what they had always known. Clues
Only the wolf whistle.
Just a wolf whistle.
"Why?"
He stared at Handel's body trampled on him, looked up, and saw the expressionless Wolf Flute in the pool of blood: "Aren't you Mr. Bach's student! Wolf Flute! Why do you do such a thing!"
Wolf Flute heard his voice, raised his head, and seemed to smile at him, the smile was tired and complicated.
But he didn't explain anything, just said lightly:
"If you have a chance, apologize to the teacher for me."
Communication was cut off.
Wolf Flute looked back and stared at the many cardinals and princes and nobles held hostage by the wolves. He stared at the pale faces and smiled.
"Make a deal."
He said: "I swear to Dayuan, if you let Mr. Gaius go, I will not kill you."
Surrounded by a pack of wolves, everyone looked ugly.
The cardinals stared at each other with dark eyes.
There is no doubt that the current situation is definitely the worst.
Situations are stronger than people.
His Majesty the Pope is now dead.
If Wolf Flute strikes again, the Holy City will undoubtedly be completely destroyed. The people here are all experienced politicians and businessmen. They should bow their heads when it is time to bow their heads. There is no shame in temporarily admitting defeat.
But, who will bow
In the silence, someone finally came out. The old cardinal sighed: "I am old and no longer useful. Let me make this guarantee."
Langdi smiled: "Don't worry, I will abide by the agreement."
"No, you don't need to compromise with him."
In the chaos, Ye Qingxuan's voice sounded.
The wolves looked back, their eyes green, as if they were burning with will-o'-the-wisps, showing an out-and-out murderous intent. If Ye Qingxuan takes another step forward, he will be killed here.
"Ye Zi, don't force me."
Wolf Flute sighed: "In the Holy City, you are the only one I don't want to fight with."
"Unfortunately, you have no choice."
Ye Qingxuan stood outside the group of wolves. He did not step forward, but... closed his eyes.
—The dreamland!
At that moment, silence fell suddenly.
The entire central square instantly fell into a deathly silence. The wolves quickly trembled and dissipated continuously. In the end, only the shadow of Anubis behind the wolf whistle was left, roaring, stubbornly carrying the erosion of the dream of silence. The earth refuses to dissipate.
Even a scepter-level power cannot maintain its integrity in this terrifying silence!
"Protect His Highness!"
Soon, someone reacted. The guards drew their swords and rushed towards the wolf flute: "Protect your lord!"
The nobles and bishops present are always protected by warriors and musicians who are always there. Even if the musicians are not available now, there is room for the warriors to perform!
What's more, these warriors have more or less undergone the transformation of chant surgery, replacing their own limbs, bones, and internal organs with some kind of artificial internal organs modeled after demons or machines. The power they can burst out in an instant is enough. Jaw-dropping.
The moment Wolf Flute was suppressed by the Dream of Silence, several black shadows roared out from the crowd, pounced on Wolf Flute, and arrived in front of him in an instant.
But Langdi was still looking at Ye Qingxuan.
"Is this the latest dragon sleep barrier you have mastered?"
He murmured softly, showing a bitter smile: "It is indeed a tricky thing known as the prototype of Guixu."
boom!
The next moment, a loud noise soared.
They were so intertwined that no one could see clearly what was happening.
But when that moment passed, everyone only saw a big hole exploded in the chest of the warrior at the front. The alloyed bones had been twisted, and the internal organs flowed out of the wounds like mud.
Wolf Flute's sleeves had exploded under the instantly swollen muscles.
His arms had turned blue-black, with a trembling metallic color, as if he had turned into a demon in an instant. On that palm, a finger tiger made of lapis lazuli had been put on at some point.
Across the corpse that was unbelievable until death, Langdi stared at Ye Qingxuan and showed a smile:
"-But, do you think I won't be prepared for this move of yours?"
boom!
The loud noise erupted again.
This time, they finally saw it clearly.
That's Wolf Whisper pumping his fist.
When he punched, he broke the air and made a loud noise like thunder.
Another person's head was violently smashed into pieces.
Faced with the siege of many warriors, Wolf Flute did not advance but retreated. He stepped forward and squeezed into the arms of the warrior who was covered with iron armor. Then, the sound of cracking bones sounded, and the armor and arms were ripped apart together. , the heavy sword fell from his hand and fell into the palm of Langdi.
The wolf flute jumped up on the corpse like a bird, and the heavy sword cut through the wind and slashed downwards.
Amidst the shrill screams, sparks from the friction of steel flew out. The enemy in front of him had been cut into two pieces from head to tail, falling to both sides.
And in the flying blood, Lang Flute's red face was already rushing towards Ye Qingxuan.
In just an instant, Ye Qingxuan felt that his perspective suddenly dropped.
Immediately afterwards, the severe pain in the abdomen was belatedly transmitted to the brain.
The fist with a thumbnail hit his lower abdomen mercilessly. No, it had already been spared, otherwise Ye Qingxuan would not have flown out now and would have been completely interrupted.
However, Wolf Flute's figure followed him like a shadow, raised his right leg and pulled it down towards Ye Qingxuan.
Ye Qingxuan only had time to raise his arms and block his face.
Bang!
He felt a speeding carriage hit his body, and his body that flew backwards was smashed to the ground. In the huge shock, Ye Qingxuan couldn't help but have the urge to vomit, but the pain surged in his throat. , but it is the sweet taste of blood.
Immediately afterwards, his hair was pulled up by the wolf whistle and raised in front of him.
"Come here, let me teach you to be good."
Langdi showed a bloody smile, "The trump card is called a trump card, which means that it has weaknesses, as does any trump card. While it can make a comeback, there is also the possibility of being turned over by the enemy. Especially this move, When encountering an enemy whose hand-to-hand combat capability is more than ten times stronger than yours, never expose your weakness..."
Then, a punch!
Bang!
Ye Qingxuan's vision went dark and he fell to the ground, unable to resist.
Wolf Flute's movements did not stop, but became more and more violent. This was no longer a pure duel, but a violent beating and rape. Ye Qingxuan felt as if he had been thrown into the furnace of a steel mill, and there was constant burning pain all over his body.
In my ears, the hoarse sound of the wolf whistle continued.
"Did you know? I turned out to be a child raised by wolves."
Snap!
He skillfully removed Ye Qingxuan's arm, eliciting a scream: "Ten years ago, when I was fourteen years old, I was the strongest gladiator in the entire land of Canaan."
Bang!
He punched back without moving his head. With a muffled sound, the enemy behind him had his heart burst, blood oozing from his facial features, and he fell to the ground.
"Ever since I was injected with wolf blood seven years ago, I haven't made any moves with anyone because... it's hard for me to control my balance. I'm sorry if I hurt you."
He said, "As soon as you give in, I'll stop."
Bang!
Ye Qingxuan lowered his head, spit out his broken teeth, and cursed.
Langdi smiled and said nothing. He just raised his left hand that was not wearing a finger, made a fist, and hit Ye Qingxuan on the back of the head. The huge shock made him completely confused and forgot where he was.
The shock applied across the skull will completely blank the musician's consciousness, and if not done well, it may even completely destroy the brain tissue.
Finally, the dreamland completely collapsed.
The dragon's sleep barrier disappeared without a trace. Under the call of Anubis, the wolves walked out of the void again and cut into pieces the several nobles who had fled under the cover of the guards on the spot.
Leaving behind Ye Qingxuan, who was barely staying awake, Langdi turned around and smiled at the livid-faced bishops: "Now, how about you consider my suggestion again?"
The old cardinal was silent for a moment and sighed:
"Let them go and I will take responsibility for it."
Everything becomes extremely easy and simple once someone takes the blame.
This has been true from ancient times to the present, from east to west, whether humans or monsters.
Soon, the crowd quickly moved out of the way.
Gaius stepped on the blood and walked down from the high platform calmly, smiling calmly in the face of those eyes full of murderous intent and hatred.
"It happened earlier than expected and the situation was worse than expected."
Lang Di glanced at Ye Qingxuan, who was lying on the ground in the distance, "I didn't want him to interrupt me, but I didn't expect..."
"Do not blame you."
Gaius shook his head, "Maybe it's some old friends who like to watch the fun and want to cause some trouble for me."
On the carriage at the end of the square, Hermes had left at some point and disappeared without a trace.
Wolf Flute ignored the legions gathering in the distance and just looked at Gaius: "The Holy City will definitely open a barrier. I have to go to the predetermined place to prepare first. When you arrive, I will leave immediately."
"That's good."
Gaius nodded, "Take me out of here first. Someone else will protect me later."
Wolf Flute nodded, took Gaius' hand, and took a step forward.
The silver light instantly crossed the boundary and disappeared without a trace.
The square was a mess.
Amidst the roar of friction between iron boots and stone slabs, the belated legions finally rushed onto the square and quickly stabilized order. But in the Holy City, loud noises and roars were heard one after another, and thick black smoke continued to rise into the sky, smearing the sky into pitch black.
It was clearly under the scorching sun, but the Holy City was in a state of gloom and mist.
"The central headquarters of the garrison was attacked, with unknown casualties."
"Commander Duke Wilson was assassinated and is currently seriously injured and is being rescued..."
"The central water system has suffered an invasion. We have found a large amount of toxins in the drinking water pipelines and are currently organizing manpower to clean them."
"Several large explosions occurred inside the Papal Palace, the specific circumstances are unknown."
"The Holy Wheel Court was attacked and the situation is unknown."
…
A series of bad news kept coming, and the helpless nobles turned pale with fright. The bishops who had just escaped from danger suddenly fell into chaos under the sudden impact.
"Trash! You bunch of trash!"
The Ministry of Pardons suffered the most severe damage. Six important officials were already confirmed dead. The archbishop in charge was furious: "How could it be so easily infiltrated by the revolutionary army?! Why didn't the secret work of the silent agency work?!" Are we investing so much material and manpower every year just to transport supplies to the revolutionary army?"
The deputy of the Silent Agency was livid and silent.
Now that the saint Handel has died in the hands of the traitor Wolf Flute, it goes without saying that the silent mechanism has been infiltrated by others over the years. Maybe he even knows exactly what color pants he wears every day!
At present, the Holy City branch has been completely paralyzed, and it is not known how long it will take to rebuild.
For so many years, the revolutionary army seemed to be retreating steadily. It was unknown how much strength it had accumulated while lurking in the dark. Now it broke out and achieved such terrible results.
Now it seems that the colonies far away in the New World may have completely fallen, and the revolutionary army has risen from the original serious embarrassment to the level of unyielding determination.
Amidst the chaos, a calm voice suddenly sounded.
"Please return to your posts quickly to ensure that various agencies can work again."
The old Ludovic stood out from the crowd and opened his cloudy eyes: "At this time, the most important thing is to chase the traitor Constantine... No, chase Gaius, and we must not let him escape!"
"What Archbishop Ludovic said is absolutely true!"
Yunlou Qingshu also nodded and praised: "Yunlou City is willing to provide all the manpower and materials under his command to help the Holy City rebuild order."
Among the cardinals, several previously silent bishops came forward one after another and stood clearly on Ludovic's side.
It was only then that the nobles and embassies from various countries discovered that the Issin Monk Society of the Holy City had unknowingly controlled most of the rights in the Holy City. And just after the death of the Pope, they took over most of the institutions.
In just half a minute, the Holy City could be said to have fallen into the hands of these old monks.
The gathering of ascetics who used to be humble in the past unexpectedly rose up in the power void created by the fall of the Pope, and it seemed... well prepared
Is this a coincidence
Or…
"There is chaos in the Holy City now. In order to avoid further losses, before His Majesty the next Pope is selected from among the cardinals, the Holy See Monks will temporarily control the affairs of the Order."
Ludovic said calmly: "I hope that all countries can also cooperate as necessary to quell this turmoil as soon as possible."
In the crowd, those who responded quickly have begun to adapt to the situation: "Now it seems that there are monks who can take this huge risk. It is really a blessing for all countries. I will give you my full support and will not let Mr. Ludovic Disappointed."
Damn, what a sycophant!
People who were a little slow to react began to curse in their hearts, but their bodies were very honest and they did not lag behind others with their words. They all said that they would cooperate fully in the future.
Of course, there are also people who are ignorant of current affairs and want to stand up and express their opposition.
It's just that the fool who dares to do this has been sentenced to death in most people's hearts. At the same time, I prayed in my heart that I would not be implicated in the "revolutionary army attack" tonight or tomorrow.
The general trend is the general trend.
Facing the support of everyone, Ludovic showed a smile on his old face.
"Very good. With your support, the world will be able to resume operations as soon as possible."
Without the Red King, the world can still function as usual.
This time, it is under the control of the Monks of the Holy See.