Act 238 Mortal Curtain I

[Everyone can read a book carefully, but pay attention to study and rest. Our website is updated the fastest and best, free and without pop-up ads. Hot-blooded:, Baidu xieyixs is enough] "Exactly." A voice came from inside the room, and he said solemnly Sidney and Veronica came out of another room with a smile on their faces. It could be seen from her face that the situation there was just as bad as here.

Kou Hua walked out of the room on the left. This building is a small temple. It was originally supposed to belong to a god in the field of art, but after the gods left for thousands of years, it has long been transformed into a temple. In the public gathering place, the main hall of the temple is where everyone is, and two smaller ceremonies are also being performed in the side halls on the left and right sides.

There are also dead people everywhere.

"They are simply lawless." Veronica's gloomy face was even worse than the statue of the Virgin in the Lion Palace. The latter was a priest, and she was a soldier. The soldiers could not tolerate some hidden people running unscrupulously on the land of the empire.

However, this did not affect Kou Hua's mood. The female wolf still had an indifferent expression on her face, as if she was not involved. The Evil God and the Twilight Species are both enemies of mankind, but there is no relationship between the two. The pride of the pure-blood Twilight Species is no less than that of the gods, so she has reason to look down on these defective products.

Three Valkyries followed behind her. These heroic women with tall figures, tall and straight figures, and pale flames burning all over their bodies always attract more attention.

The nobles all looked this way, and the latter did not look away, showing a true military temperament.

At this time, Brando didn't care about hiding anything, and showed off all the force he had. His hands were so powerful, both overt and covert, that even the former prime minister of the empire would look up to him.

Is this the standard that a noble in a remote area should have? The great noble families in the heart of the empire may not be able to achieve this level.

After Brando got the affirmative answer, a hint of emotion appeared on his face: "The King of Fire recovered Akroma's shield? Also recovered its holy remains?"

Veronica looked at the young man with some curiosity and replied: "Little guy, what's so strange about this? Rushta itself is a relic of a saint. This city is protected by the angel Akroma , its outer city wall is attached with powerful holy spells, which can face any level of magic or physical impact on this continent without leaving any traces on it. This city wall is called an invincible white wall. Today, Rushta's The scale has expanded several times compared to before. Several urban areas have been built outside the outer wall, but the outer wall of this city has never been rebuilt. It is for this reason."

As she spoke, her voice involuntarily became smaller. No matter how strong the fortress was, it was broken from the inside. From today's perspective, it was broken. This thousand-year-old imperial capital is facing the same dilemma.

Brando didn't care about the pride of the injured imperial people of the female army commander. He knew early on that Rushta was a relic of a saint, but he originally thought it was a relic left by Gilt, the King of Fire. He didn't expect it to be like this. One thing.

He repeatedly confirmed: "Arka, you said Akroma's shield was erected in Victory Square. What about the holy bones?"

"It is said that he is buried under the statue of Akroma, my lord."

"Also in Victory Square? Aren't the Imperials afraid that someone will steal it?"

"Who dares? Besides, most people can't get close to the statue of Akroma. It is blessed by the gods."

"very good."

Everyone present suddenly felt a confident aura emerging from the young earl from Eruin. He raised his head, looked around and said: "Let's go to Victory Square."

Little Nidwen was stunned.

"Wait a minute, there are guards stationed there!" His tone weakened again: "...and it's not on the straight line to the Rose Garden."

"It doesn't matter." Brando replied nonchalantly: "The sharpening of the knife will not stop the woodchopping."

“A sharpened sword never wastes time as a woodcutter.”

The old prime minister narrowed his eyes, as if trying to figure out Brando's intention. He asked with some approval: "Where is this proverb? It's quite simple and simple."

Brando usually smiles and refuses to answer such questions. Besides, the people around him have long been accustomed to these novel but not nonsensical words in his mouth.

Andrrig moved her lips disdainfully, wanting to say that it was someone's hometown slang. As for where my hometown is, it is far away.

Not in Butchi anyway——

Brando turned back to Alka and said, "Alka, I'm going to use your secret passage. You lead the way, let's go to Victory Square."

"Sir, as you wish." The young man seemed to be used to Brando's style. Answered without question.

"Very good," Brando looked at him and replied: "If there is a chance. I am willing to take you back to my territory."

Alka couldn't help but show a look of surprise on his face. Brando's words meant that he intended to make him a servant. The servants of nobles are also half-nobles. If they make meritorious service, it will be easy for them to be promoted into the world of nobles. And he is just a civilian. The gap between the two identities has now been eliminated because of Brando's words. Although it is not completely eliminated, at least he has hope of getting into the profession. He once learned some from a priest. The relevant knowledge is very different from that of ordinary ignorant country youths, so he is more ambitious. However, his identity as a civilian often makes him feel cramped and painful. As the son of a farmer, it is difficult to obtain military merit even if he joins the army. of.

Because only knights can perform meritorious service, and knights are also nobles, civilians are often counted as followers of knights in the army, and their merits undoubtedly belong to knights. This is also the biggest threshold between the two classes.

He almost couldn't help but want to agree subconsciously, but at the last moment, he held back: "My lord, but Seti..."

"You can take her with you. If she is willing, you can also bring your family and her father with other family members." Brando nodded.

This condition can meet the standard of mercy for any noble, so much so that even other nobles can't help but look at Brando and the commoner, wanting to know what the difference between the latter can be. This Earl from Eruin would rather have so many mouths to eat.

But Brando really admires this young man, who is smart and comes from a humble background. The key is to seize the opportunity. He was willing to give the latter a chance, but in fact, the love and justice shown by the latter at the last moment was the reason that finally made him offer such generous terms.

As for Alka, she has long since shed tears of gratitude.

The Cruz nobles expressed their incomprehension.

Only Kou Hua was standing aside, watching this scene with cold eyes from a distance. When Brando turned his eyes here, he thought for a moment and said to her, "Can you stay in the outer city?"

"Aren't you afraid that I will run away?"

"Your sister."

The little she-wolf gritted her fangs, but quickly calmed down. She stared at him with a look that could see through him and said, "You won't kill her, or even lay a finger on her. My sister is kind and simple. How can you Will I take my fault out on her?"

After that, she said word by word: "Brando, you are just a good person, you can't lie to me."

Brando thought to himself that Bai Kouhua must be kind. I'm just afraid that it's not necessarily true. The little girl is not as ignorant as she appears. Her mind is not inferior to Delphine's at all. In fact, he knows that Black Kouhua, who is a twin, is the same, but she is unwilling to contribute. .

The words of the little she-wolf were sent directly to his thoughts using her spiritual power. Brando found that when he wanted to send the information back, he couldn't. He didn't know how the other party broke through the mental interference of the nightmare insect. Perhaps this level of tricks is not worth mentioning in the eyes of such a pure-blooded Dusk species.

He had no choice but to say: "This is for you."

Then he threw the blood crystal in his hand.

The little she-wolf didn't pay attention at first. He took the crystals casually, but his expression immediately changed: "This is pure dark magic, my God. There is also some kind of divine power in it. This is a good thing, but you are willing to give it to me?"

She raised her head and looked at Brando with squinted eyes. "I see, I understand, you humans are really ridiculous. If you can get powerful power, we can easily devour even the same kind of people. You actually gave up the ability at your fingertips for these pedantic reasons——"

"This is the difference between humans and beasts." Brando replied coldly. What he handed to the little she-wolf was a solidified blood crystal, which was somewhat similar to a magic crystal. But the blood crystal containing the blood of God is not comparable to the magic crystal left by ordinary monsters. This thing is of great help even to him.

To put it in layman's terms, each blood crystal is equivalent to approximately 500,000 experience points and 10 points of full attributes. Although the effect will decrease significantly after absorbing too much, these few blood crystals in your hand are almost It can increase his strength by one tenth.

But just as the little she-wolf said, these blood crystals are not the pure magic power of God’s blood rain. These two things are not so powerful. They are actually the products of countless people’s lives sacrificed. , demons like this kind of thing the most, and so do dusk species, but he cannot accept it.

But it would be a pity to waste it. After all, the dead will not be resurrected, so it is just right to leave it to this little she-wolf.

"Stop talking nonsense," he said: "Stay in the outer city and look for trouble with those cultists."

"You are doing Her Majesty the Queen a favor by ruining their ceremony." Kou Hua finally accepted his bribe without any objection.

"I don't think you can completely destroy the tree shepherd's ritual." Brando didn't care. He left Kou Hua in the outer city just to slow down the cultists, and also to continue to give trouble to those who offended him. A lesson from the clown.

Before that, of course he hoped that these cultists could cause trouble to the Silver Queen, but at this moment, he did not want the cultists to invade the inner city in advance and cause trouble for him.

"Delay them for two hours."

"I can't do this. I'm not stronger than you right now."

"One hour then."

"make a deal--"

…

At this moment, the inner city was in chaos.

Not all nobles are qualified to be invited to Her Majesty the Queen's banquet, and those middle- and lower-class nobles living in the inner city cannot enjoy the singing and dancing in the White Rose Garden, but can only watch the soaring fireworks in the outer city from their own homes. Fire, panic, hoping not to repeat the tragedy of the year of change.

During the turmoil decades ago, although the mob did not invade the inner city, during the week-long siege, life was not easy for the nobles, especially the middle and lower class nobles. In order to protect themselves, they had to organize themselves When guarding the city wall, property damage was inevitable, and what was even more unfortunate was that nobles died for it.

Death is a distant and terrifying term for the nobles of the imperial capital. Its horror is second only to being deprived of the status of a noble and becoming a commoner.

As for the nobles in the imperial capital now, there are fewer older nobles who have experienced the turmoil in the past, and the younger nobles are even more sleepless during such a night. After all, who knows whether the mob will suddenly appear in front of you?

In a sense, their concerns are not unreasonable.

At this moment, additional imperial troops were stationed at the gates, walls and fortresses of the inner city, and some knights from the Flame Family Knights also participated in the defense work, but the situation was not as optimistic as imagined.

Cassette is just such a Flame Knight. As a Flame Knight, anyone is a high-level member of the Temple and an elite member of the Imperial nobility. His title is Viscount and he is from a branch of the Kangna family. This family It is also affiliated with the Cecil family and can be said to be a temple sect with a strong roots.

He has a very high status. He took over the defense work of this section of the city gate as soon as he arrived on the city wall. He is the well-deserved highest officer - the original commander, a knight commander of the city guard, did not even dare to show his dignity in front of him. .

This is the Flame Knight, a god-like figure in the eyes of the Empire.

But Cassette's expression was not necessarily any better than that of the knight commander.

Before he arrived, the mob swarmed by the cultists had already launched three sieges, but they had no effect except leaving a mess of corpses. Although the inner city wall of Rushta did not have the effect of angel protection, it still had no effect. It cannot be taken down by a mob with bare hands.

But this is not good news. As an experienced Templar, Cassette has seen that these cultists are deliberately consuming human lives. Morale is meaningless to fanatic believers, and the dead are for the purpose of the other party. It makes sense in terms of magic.

The other party was the Black Fire Cultist, not the All-Union Society and the Sheephead Cultists as the information he received told him. Cassette's rich experience in fighting the enemy allowed him to make a judgment immediately. .

What's more, during the third attack, he had already seen the divine envoys among the crowd and killed one with his own hands. If he hadn't struck quickly, there would have been casualties on the city wall.

The divine envoy at least possesses the strength of the elemental realm.

And he could see that the divine envoy he had killed earlier was still in its newborn state, and he couldn't help but angrily wonder where on earth these Black Fire cultists had found such pure blood of God - the strength of the divine envoy was not just about looking at it. Is the blood of God to which they belong powerful? Guys like the evil god Frederick can also have powerful divine envoys. That is because the blood of God that created these divine envoys is very pure.

It can also be said that the blood content of God is very high.

Because of this, Cassette was keenly aware of the danger. Although Her Majesty the Queen had been cautious enough to invest enough defensive power, it was still not enough, and the situation was somewhat unexpected.

He didn't quite understand why Her Majesty the Queen left these mobs alone, nor did he understand that the so-called banquet was really that important? It is worth issuing an order that these Flame Knights must firmly guard the inner city before the end of the banquet. They are not allowed to let in a mob, but they are not allowed to launch a counterattack.

He originally thought it was a bit ridiculous. It would be more serious to deal with these mobs and kill them in rivers of blood. But now it seems that he has overthought it. If the previous intense siege is repeated a few more times, he will not be able to guarantee the safety of the city wall. .

"Her Majesty must be notified."

He turned back to his deputy.

…(To be continued)

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