Your Majesty, Please Behave Yourself

Chapter 91: Section 91

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Licinius looked up and saw a group of black-robed men wearing iron masks running towards him.

Around their necks, they wore holy crosses.

Inquisitor of the Inquisition!

The young inquisitor at the front was carrying a huge steel cross on his back.

In addition, there are two familiar figures.

Brave!

“This is a friendly reminder.”

The voice of the Hundred-Eyed Evil God gradually disappeared into the gray fog.

boom!

The world is broken...

The world was spinning before Licinius' eyes. When he regained consciousness, he was sitting in the center of a burning alchemical matrix. Four hundred withered and decayed bodies formed a dark hexagram.

Yellow sand filled the sky, sweeping over the wasteland.

Four hundred corpses burned silently, and the smell of ashes filled the air.

Licinius heard the sound of horse hooves approaching from afar, put on a dark hood, wiped a handful of ashes on his face, then took out the communication mirror and whispered: "Your Majesty, Cyrus will definitely disobey military orders and lead the army to raid the camp of the Kingdom of Loen on the southwest front."

It is now too late to find and destroy the altar in the underground river.

I can only pray that Your Majesty will not take action!

"You have to stop him no matter what."

He said, "And don't ever..."

boom!

A loud noise came from the sky, drowning out his voice.

Li Xini's pupils shrank, and the mirror surface of the communication mirror was reflected in red.

I saw a burning steel cross suspended in the air, bursting out with a terrifying roar!

Endless flames burned, engulfing the clouds in the sky. Everywhere you looked was a raging red, like an endless sea of fire, boiling the desert.

"Joshua! What are you doing!?"

In the distance, Alan's shocked and angry voice rang out: "You actually openly disobeyed Lady Jeanne's orders!"

Lisda couldn't help but yelled, "Are you crazy?"

Joshua rode on the horse and injected all his magic power into the cross in mid-air. A strange smile appeared on his lips: "You two, didn't you see it? That was a human sacrifice ceremony. The caster must be a black magician! Since he is a heretic, why not kill him?"

Finally, he gazed at the sacrificial scene in the distance and said something silently in his heart.

For General Cyrus!

boom!

Licinius looked up and saw a burning cross falling from the sky with flames all over the sky!

Damn!

At that moment, he raised his middle finger and said, I really don’t want to die this time!

However, at the moment when he was about to be crucified and engulfed in flames.

A waterfall of blood rolled back!

There was a roar between heaven and earth, and a horrific explosion rolled through the air.

A petite and slender figure appeared in front of him at some point. Her Gothic long skirt fluttered in the wind, and her long cherry-colored hair fluttered and scattered like cherry blossoms flying in the sky.

"why you?"

Licinius was astonished.

"Because I have been trying to contact you with the Blood Orb, but you never responded to me, so I followed the location and came to your house, and I saw you being hunted by the Inquisition."

Augurola said calmly: "You black magicians are really hated by everyone."

As soon as she finished speaking, she spat out a mouthful of blood and her face turned pale.

Li Xini noticed that blood was still oozing from her waist and couldn't help but frowning: "Oh my god, you seem injured. Who else could hurt you except our Majesty?"

"Who else could it be other than the military advisor? He has capsized in the gutter."

Augurola coughed dryly and said, "I'll help you kill them first, and we'll talk later."

Chapter 103 A Letter to His Majesty

The royal capital, the place of eternal rest.

The world tree, burning with brilliant flames, stretched almost to the end of the sky, painting the world golden.

Under the tree, there was a young man sitting cross-legged on the ground, like an ascetic monk.

In front of him, there was an antique mirror.

In the mirror, the weathered face of an old man is reflected.

"My friend, the fate of this country has come to an end."

The old man asked, "Why don't you give up?"

The gravekeeper looked at the mirror calmly and said calmly, "Hermes, I don't understand. You are obviously the greatest alchemist in the world. Why do you believe in fate?"

The old man named Hermes thought for a moment and said, "Perhaps it is because the more knowledge I learn, the more insignificant I feel myself, so I feel awe and imagine a being more powerful than God, that is, fate. In this way, my heart can be at peace."

The more ignorant a person is, the more fearless and confident he is.

There is some truth in this statement.

The gravekeeper replied: "But I am dead, I have no fear."

Hermes replied: “But my Philosopher’s Stone tells me that the World Tree will soon awaken, descend upon the world in its most angry form, and destroy everything in this country.

Your Brentanian Empire has controlled it for too many years, using its power to create the Holy Sword, and using it as a deterrent, but sharp weapons will always devour their masters, not to mention that the World Tree...it is conscious."

"Hermes."

The gravekeeper was silent for a moment, then suddenly asked, "Do you remember the Valerius family?"

Hermes was startled.

"Not the business family it is today."

The gravekeeper smiled: "But the most ancient family of Valerius."

Hermes asked, "Why do you mention it?"

The gravekeeper smiled and said, "Your Majesty has chosen a new successor for me. Don't you think that the current situation of the Brentanian Empire is very similar to that of thirty years ago?"

Hermes did not answer.

"The difference is that my majesty did not trust me at the beginning, so I died."

The gravekeeper replied: "Now, it's time to test the young people."

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There was a loud bang.

The broken and charred steel cross fell to the ground like a pile of scrap metal.

As for the flames burning in the sky, they were completely swallowed up by the surging blood, leaving only the smell of burning in the air, accompanied by a strong smell of blood.

This is the crushing power of strength!

Augurola is at the peak of level six, and also possesses extremely rare blood-based compound magic. Even when he is injured, he can easily defeat those level four or level five warlocks.

The moment she turned around, a strong smell of blood surged like a tide, carrying with it a cold murderous intent.

"etc… "

Licinius stood up and whispered, "Keep those two brave men. I still have use for them. As for the one who hit me with the cross just now, capture him alive. Remember, he must be alive."

Augurola paused slightly, and a surging tide of blood rushed up into the sky, as magnificent as a reverse waterfall!

"The Blood Duke!"

Lisda's eyes almost exploded. She glanced at the petite bloody figure and the mysterious black-robed man behind her, and drew her sword without hesitation: "Wake up, Sword of Judgment!"

The Holy Light Sword burned with a holy and flawless glow, and the terrifying sword pressure increased rapidly!

However, in the next moment, a bloody afterimage appeared in his face.

Augurola approached, and her white little hand grasped the burning Holy Light Sword. Immediately, a corrosive sizzling sound was heard, and the dark red blood spread rapidly on the sword until it corroded the entire sword.

Then she waved her hand and a torrent of blood gushed out.

With a loud bang, the female warrior with a look of horror on her face was blown away by the torrent of blood and smashed into the stone wall in the distance.

Alan was the only one left there, holding his staff in amazement.

"Do you really think that you two level fours can fight against level six? If it weren't for those troublesome brats from Moonlight Kiss helping you deplete the Mad Lion's strength, you would have died long ago." Augurola stepped on the torrent of blood, looking down at the brave man with cold eyes.

Alan was trembling all over, but he didn't have the courage to attack. His face was pale and cold sweat was pouring down.

boom…

A giant hand made of blood slapped down and knocked him unconscious.

The judges in the distance were horrified, turned their horses around and galloped away.

Joshua also wanted to go with them, but he didn't know when his limbs had been restrained. Thousands of threads of blood tightly entangled him, lifting him up in the air.

His face turned red and he struggled hard but to no avail, and was forcibly pulled off the horse.

boom!

For a moment, everything was dark in front of his eyes. There was only a pair of terrifying eyes flowing with blood, looking down at him in the darkness, like the gaze of an evil ghost in the depths of hell!

Joshua's face was dull, his whole body was shaking, and his pants were wet.

Li Xini watched from a distance and thought to himself, how fucking violent.

A bit sour...

But it doesn’t matter, he can continue to arm himself through alchemy technology.

One day, I will be able to achieve this effect!

"Well, he has become a fool. You can interrogate him as you like."

Augurola clapped her hands, and the blood in the air turned into a bloody storm and gradually disappeared in the air, while her face became paler and bloodless.

Even so, the terrifying fighting power she displayed still makes people's scalps tingle.

"Wait… "

Licinius remembered his business and hurriedly picked up the communication mirror and called out, "Your Majesty? Your Majesty?"

However, there was no response.

"I risked my life to save you, but you only thought about your Majesty?"

Augurola glanced at him and said unhappily, "Do you still have any humanity?"

Li Xini put down the mirror and couldn't help complaining, "I don't see where the danger is. Even if those people's combat power is multiplied tenfold, they can't pose any danger to you."

Augurola snorted coldly, thought for a moment and said, "I still have to thank you for what happened today. If you hadn't reminded me in time, I might not have been able to be alert in time. As you said, the military advisor is indeed ambitious and actually united half of the high-level combat forces in the barracks to deal with me."

A trace of fear flashed in her bright red eyes: "I almost couldn't leave the camp."

Thinking of the battle not long ago, she felt a lingering fear.

Alchemical matrix, magic barrier.

Ambush, poison, curse.

Three fifth-level warriors were besieging him, and there was a military advisor helping him.

Even Princess Nanali took action personally.