Chapter 55

The bone ring and the king's knuckles were tightly fastened together, as if this bone ring belonged to him from the beginning. The cold, pale ring was quietly put on the king's hand. At that moment, the same glorious power in the world suddenly revived on the king. The devil released the king and stepped back. He half knelt down.

"What's that?"

Has been silent as black iron, like a spider firmly in control of the whole situation, the long voice with even his own did not notice the tremor.

"What is that?"

He saw the flame of God extinguish on the young king.

He is a divine servant. The mission of divine servant is to give everything for the sake of God. The feelings of human beings should have been lost from him forever, so that when the divine servant sends his sword into the heart of heresy, his wrist can be as stable as a mountain. However, at this moment, the magistrate suddenly felt his heart throbbing again.

Because of the fear of subverting his faith.

The apostles of the Lord believe that the Lord is the only God in the world. He is the real anointed and the real eternal glorious monarch. His power is supreme.

But what's happening now is subverting his perception.

The young king, who had been controlled by him, stood alone in the center of the stage, and his dignity made people dare not look directly at him.

How is that possible?

How can there be a second monarch who can compete with the Eternal Lord?

The indestructible foundation of belief is shaking and breaking, and the eyes of the non mortal on the black iron mask of the magistrate are closed uncontrollably.

The king's eyes closed.

Then the next moment, he suddenly opened his eyes.

The hymn in the air is cut off by the invisible authority, the wind is raging, the wind is mixed with so much noise, hundreds of millions of ghosts are crying, hundreds of millions of skeletons are screaming, the voice is fierce, just like the door of hell suddenly opened a gap, so that the backlog of thousands of years of resentment comes.

The adjudicator retreated wildly, his back bumping into the angel statue of the church.

"Hell impossible! Hell is dead! He's dead! "

Obviously no one started, but the magistrate seemed to see what was the most terrifying and unbelievable thing, and the rules that constituted the divine servant himself were collapsing in him. He seemed to be roaring and crying.

Everything was printed in the eyes of the king.

His eyes are the ice on the long river of winter, merciless and indifferent.

It should not be the vision that human beings should have.

The wind is like a tide.

"Go to hell."

The world suddenly collapses, fire and black fog sweep everything, countless pale hands stretch out from the twisted gap, seizing those God servants in black robe, hell splits its mouth, greedily devours everything.

The angel's statue collapses, colorful glass is broken, falling from the top of the head, and large pieces of rock are rumbling down. The fire was filled with black fog, as if two poisonous snakes of different colors intertwined, they locked the bones and souls. This scene is like a burning stage.

The king with the bone ring stood in the middle of the stage.

The world of black and red is printed on his ice blue pupil and solidified into an ancient scene.

…………

Holy See.

The Secret black iron building.

The silent astrologers vomited a big mouthful of blood, and they sat on the ground, with the crystal ball in front of them cracking. The blood of the holy pool in the center of the hall began to roll. At the next moment, the silver crosses in it flew out one by one, like a sword out of control, hammering into the surrounding walls.

Astrologers got up from the ground and watched in horror as the black robed judges leaned back one by one.

The masks on their faces untied themselves and fell to the ground.

Under the mask, there are faces that have lost the breath of life.

What's going on?

Astrologers look at each other.

…………

The moon is bright.

The King opened his eyes, turned over and sat up from the bed.

He gasped slightly and raised his hand to his aching head. There was an inexplicable emotion in his heart, like anger and cold indifference.

It was as if he had a long nightmare again.

He always dreams.

In the original world, he always had nightmares one after another. When he woke up, he would forget what he had done in the dream. There was only a kind of weakness and rage left, as if he was reminding himself what to remember. But what are those dreams?

The king didn't know.

After returning to Legrand, he had not had such a dream for a long time.

He pressed his forehead and breathed.

For a long time, the king put down his hand.

Suddenly, he realized what was different from before he went to sleep.The king bowed his head.

In the cold moonlight, a bone ring was quietly put on his finger.

It's not a dream.

………………

Kosia.

Charles led the ghost ship in the night quietly to the shore, they came back with heavy news.

After a short time together, general Sheehan, who had restrained himself from drawing his sword many times, was finally relieved and rushed to see Charles, the first mate whom walway was supposed to play.

After Charles clearly and methodically stated the outbreak of the black death on the other side of the Strait, general Sheehan was worried about the situation of the black death, but at the same time, he couldn't help but sigh a sigh of relief - thank God, he didn't have to work with the pirate captain.

As soon as the idea flashed through general Sheen's mind, the door was knocked open.

With the smell of wine, Captain Hawkins stepped in at the same pace as dancing, swayed his cowhide jug, and jumped in three steps and two turns.

"Ho - Hey! good heavens! Are you trying to crowd out? "

Captain Hawkins slapped his hand on the chart on the table.

General Sheen's head began to ache again. He subconsciously touched the sword at his waist.

I feel empty.

He was startled, and the cold sweat came out almost immediately. General Sheen has always been a sword, which is the basic quality of a general.

"Hi, are you looking for this? Good, Mr. general

Hawkins said briskly, raising his hand.

General Sheen's eyes narrowed slightly, and captain Hawkins was lazily waving a sword, which was his. When did he take the sword quietly?

Charles was not surprised. He pressed his forehead with a headache. "What's the matter with you? First of all, it's a special time. I won't go to the pub to help you pay for the drinks. "

The tone was rather weak.

"My dear Charles! How can you be like that old bastard William? It hurts me so much! Can't the great captain Hawkins afford the wine Captain Hawkins yelled angrily.

Charles and sheen look surprisingly the same and look at him with the same meaning:

aren't you?

Captain Hawkins coughed: "well, well, Mr. romantic knight, Mr. old professor, let's get our guys busy."

He removed his hand from the table.

A crumpled letter came out.

Charles picked it up and unfolded it.

"Some mice need us to clean them."

Captain Hawkins spoke cheerfully.

While captain Hawkins was speaking to General Charles Sheehan with a letter from an overseas agent, at the same time, near the port of kossia.

The door of a house near the harbor for ordinary fishermen is open.

The sea breeze poured in and dispersed the bloody smell inside.

In the room, a local dressed "Fisherman" fell to the ground, blood gurgling from his throat. The room was dark and a little cold light flashed.

It's a long and graceful arc knife.

Hold it in one hand, it's as white as winter snow.

That's a woman's hand.

In the era of knights and swords, blood and war seem to be regarded as equal to men. Few people associate women with swords. But this hand holding the arc knife gives people a feeling that it should be like that. The blood created her extraordinary beauty.

Eleanor.

Legrand was once a Warrior Queen.

Carrying a knife, she stepped over the corpse on the ground and went to the door, facing the sea with the rising tide at night. The sea wind was blowing her black hair. Queen Elinor lowered her head, looked at the knife in her hand, turned the blade slightly, and the light of the knife jumped into her dark green eyes.

She killed an overseas spy.

Overseas agents.

This is not a rare role. In fact, every country will send many people to play this role, and Legrand is no exception. This is what happens between countries. Everything is based on interests and there is no justice to speak of.

Elinor didn't stay long in the palace in the end.

She also knows the details about the black death. After this period of recuperation, Eleanor left the palace and went to kosia, the core of the southeast coastal port.

During the time of William III's expedition, the queen, who was in charge of the country for her husband, knew very well what it meant to blockade the sea area and how many mixed special roles there would be in such a place as the port. So she came to the harbor as if she had been in a palace, guarding for her children in the shadow.

She stood alone by the sea, like a murderous iron gun.

This gun has been polished day and night in the past ten years, just to drink the enemy's blood.

Eleanor bent her fingers to play the arc knife, and the blade vibrated to a simple melody.It was the melody played by young Wang of Legrand when Eleanor, 17, met William, 21. The young queen meets the young monarch. In the autumn with red leaves, the Queen's long skirt is gorgeous, and the monarch's back is straight as a sword.

The most romantic encounter, love in blood and fire.

It was young Elinor and young William.

They agreed that one day, the land of Legrand would be strong and prosperous.

Above the throne, under the glory, only they stand side by side.

Clank -

the blade of the sword chirped, and the Empress Dowager played too fast for the last time. The blade vibrated endlessly, breaking the original harmonious melody.

Memories come to an abrupt end.

Elinor held the handle tightly, her joints turning white.

The king's secret letter has come, and the customs will officially begin the blockade in three days. The plague is breaking out across the land.

How much strength do mortals have to exert to be free?

If it's not enough to kill a dragon, kill the God. Is it enough?

They're dragon killers, they're mortal rage.

The Empress Dowager pushed the knife back into the sheath, and she turned and went into the dark.

Behind, the sound of the waves is like anger.