Chapter 146

Deep channel, east side.

When the news of the black dragon's death and the rout of the Bahraini mercenaries came back to the Holy See, the Pope sighed.

"It's really an alchemist."

He whispered, as if a long conjecture had been confirmed.

One thing was sent to the Pope through the channel of the abyss under the escort of the fleet by the director of justice. It's a crystal ball belonging to witches. The court has hunted countless witches since 1000 years ago, and the holy court has preserved a lot of things belonging to witches.

This crystal ball records the whole process of the black dragon being killed by the alchemist.

A copy of the seventh sanctuary of the Holy See has been engraved. At this time, we are observing the recorded alchemy Knight's ability repeatedly, comparing with many files saved by the Holy See.

Apart from the killing of the black dragon, the rout of the Bahraini mercenaries was nothing to the great Vatican. The Pope did not expect that the rebellion would do much damage to the family in his own country. On the other hand, the purpose of the Pope has been achieved -

the collection of expeditionary forces has been carried out in an orderly manner, and the believers of the LORD have gathered in various countries. When the Bahraini mercenaries and the head of the judicial regiment started the war in Legrand, tens of thousands of forces of the Holy See gathered.

It's worth the price.

The mercenary army forced Legrand to take special measures to drive the people to fight against the greedy aristocracy. The slain descendants of the black dragon let the alchemy knight who was hiding in the dark go to the battlefield ahead of time. Although King Legrand was able to make use of this chaos to hammer his empire into a piece of iron for a short time, the Holy See also got what it wanted at the cost of not touching the backbone.

Just like the two undead camps in the attack, for some purposes, in a subtle way to achieve an alternative "cooperation".

This cruel dance of death is spinning rapidly, unpredictable before drawing the sword.

"Legrand, purland I."

The Pope stood up, alone in the room.

He pressed a mechanism in his study, and the ancient wooden bookshelves slid aside, revealing a long dark road full of ancient paintings. The candles in the dark passage burn automatically with the air pouring in, and the fire is bright. The candle light shines on the picture, which shows countless pictures that can never appear in front of the believers.

This is the history hidden by the Holy See.

About the gods, the Millennium Kingdom and the war of judgment.

For a thousand years, the Holy See has carefully concealed them. Even within the Vatican, it's top secret.

The Pope went in and walked along the corridor. The old pictures were painted with unknown pigments. After a long time, the color was still as bright as ever. All the old gods in the abyss and the hopeless inland sea are on the painting. In addition, there are many forgotten old gods who stand high in the sky with their weapons. The world is divided into three layers, the sky, the ground and the earth. The sky is the realm of gods and the bright side of the world. There are towering and unimaginable buildings suspended in the sky. The ground is the human world, the interlaced zone of light and darkness. There are many mortals, good or evil. At the bottom is hell, the dark side of the world, the wasteland of red fire, sulfur, and black stone, where demons, like snakes, fight.

At that time, the agents of gods and the dark creatures of hell mingled on the ground at the same time. The world has become the most complex melting pot in the world.

In the middle of the corridor is a scene depicting an ancient language interpreted by the wise man Percy on the eve of the destruction of the ancient city of Billy.

The sky is red as blood, the sea deep boiling, the dark fog turbulent, countless shadows, many mistakes, from top to bottom all shrouded in a terrible boring pressure. Over the ancient city of Billy, dark clouds piled up like mountains, thunder like snakes, like dragons.

The elders of the ancient city knelt down in the square, the crowd far away from the wise, even his students are afraid to touch. Only the thin wise man, holding the scroll in his hand, was driven by some force and read the terrible and eternal prophecy word by word Or curse.

"The earth will turn forever, and the most humble will dominate the cemetery. The lower is the upper, and the upper is the lower. Life is endless, like the two sides of a coin, changing and changing."

After the prophecy was read, the storm dropped and thunder destroyed the ancient city of Billy.

Then there are endless wars, sometimes between gods, sometimes between gods and demons, sometimes between demons and demons. In the turbulence of war, if human beings are swayed by the waves, they will live in the crevice. Gradually, however, the human shadow began to join the war.

From then on, there began to be a shadow of the throne in the sky, which gradually became clear from obscurity. All races, all beings, try their best to climb to it.

There was a long gap in the middle, and the Pope walked past the empty wall to the end of the corridor.

There's the last picture there.

The Pope stood in front of the last painting, looking up at it.

On the screen, the battle has no camp, it seems that the world's true colors are only fighting.Gods fight with gods, gods fight with demons, gods fight with mortals, mortals fight with demons, demons fight with demons Finally, mortals fight with mortals. There is a throne in the sky, which has just formed. The throne is empty, and the crown is broken and destroyed under the blood red moon.

This is a sad picture, coagulating the biggest satire, the bloodiest battlefield, the saddest death and the most shameful betrayal in the world.

"How can man expect the gods to save himself?"

The Pope looked at the picture and whispered.

There is no one in the secret way except him. History and truth are hidden in shocking paintings, and time seems to be dead here.

………………

Night began to fall.

The devil walks in the night and walks in the streets of METZL castle. Rarely did he appear directly in the king's room, he walked in the king's capital city for the first time.

He didn't try to hide himself. When passing by the drunkard and the night watchman, the night activists in these cities saw a strange night traveler. To them, he looked very strange - tall and thin, dressed in exquisite black dress, with a black umbrella. Under the black umbrella, a scarlet rose could be seen in his skirt.

A drunkard stood in front of him with the wine jar.

This unfortunate guy, enough to make the whole hell applaud for him, was lucky enough to have a face-to-face interview with him. It's not as pale as a living skin, its cheekbones are tall and thin, and its lines are aggressive. This is a handsome but gloomy fellow that even the most licentious Miss Moulin Rouge would not approach.

His pupils were so dark that they could not print anything, and all the light would be swallowed by the darkness of total malice.

The devil passed by the drunk tramp quietly. After he passed, the guy behind him fell down. In the dark, all the eyes of the elegant "fat sheep" disappeared in an instant.

It's a city.

The city of mortals, the city of your majesty.

The slightest sound in the city falls into the ears of the devil.

Good, bad, chaotic All emperors should know that no matter how great they are and how much they love their people, there will be people at any time in the country who will yell at him and attack him in every way.

His majesty should know that.

His majesty knows that.

The devil stood in a street, listening to those voices, mixed with dissatisfaction with the king, gently turning the black umbrella. Once upon a time, the devil began to suppress his violence in the far north. The idea of destroying the whole world, even after the death of the snake of the world, can't be calmed down.

Even worse.

Those things that he didn't want to think of, which made him angry, were awakened by its words in the battle with the snake of the world, and then lingered in his mind.

He once failed to catch his majesty.

………………

The betrayer's sword runs through the king's heart. The world is occupied by endless fighting. Gods, demons and mortals fight to the death in chaos. He went through most of the battlefield and found his contractor on the desert. The crown of the sky is crumbling, and his soul is disappearing.

"Your Majesty, you have broken the contract."

He said in a hoarse voice. He raised the king from the pool of blood. He was covered with blood, and so was his king. Heaven and earth fought, and they stood alone in the place where no one cared.

"Your soul belongs to me."

He's not sad. The devil won't have that. He was just angry, angry that his treasure was destroyed by others.

It should have belonged to him in the end.

That pair of ice blue pupils printed in the sky a little bit of destruction of the throne and crown, he did not answer, only handed the white scepter to the devil.

The devil was deprived of his name, and his power came from the power of the king, but now the people who gave him power will disappear completely. He will return to the cursed man who was banished to the end of the world a long time ago, lonely and angry.

In this war which almost destroyed everything, the crown and throne have been destroyed, and the remaining white bone scepter is the last power that has not been dissipated.

Now the king handed it to the devil.

Why give it to me? The devil thought, I'm an insidious, cunning, despicable devil. If I take the white bone power, I can tear up the contract. Anyway, you are completely destroyed. I can't even get a piece of soul. I don't need to serve you any more. Do you expect a devil in hell to find out his conscience and do his duty to serve you after you dissipate?

Don't be kidding.

"Your Majesty, do you really want to give the scepter to a devil full of lies? Are you not afraid that your royal city has changed its owner? " His voice was as frivolous as ever.

"God has given us the greatest power, and at the same time, he wants us to take it at the greatest cost." The king's pupil was imprinted with the cracked crown in the sky, "the contract says that if you want to overthrow the world together, you should never stop, never put down your sword It's an order. "The last order.

The fighting on the battlefield is still going on, with gods falling and the Lord of hell dying, with bones and blood. In such a mess, the king's voice was almost inaudible.

But the devil heard it clearly.

He was stunned for a while.

That's what they said when they first met, "never stop, never abandon the sword.".

"Well, if that's your order."

He was quiet for a while and took over the scepter.

The sky is dark, the wind is crying, the world is reduced to a battlefield, the war is mixed, but also silent as death. He sat on the craggy black stone with his Majesty in his arms, watching the long river of sulfur dries up and recedes, and the bodies falling on the ground. His majesty is as quiet as he is. It's terrifying.

“…… Your majesty

It seemed that after a long time, he called in a low voice.

As usual, his Majesty would only raise his eyes slightly and not bother to answer silently.

The devil put his hand over the king's eyes.

"Good night, your majesty."

………………

He went to the gate of the palace, stood in the cold wind for a long time, and then went in quietly.

Just like the time when he couldn't wait to take the king's soul away, the palace guards didn't find him. He walked through the familiar corridors and finally pushed the door open.

The moonlight came into the room from the window and landed on the high back chair by the window.

The monarch with silver hair and blue eyes is sitting on the chair, not yet asleep.

"Should I say good night? My dear majesty

The devil said with a smile.

"Shall I say" hello "? Knights. " Asked the king.

"If you like."

The king looked at him and his smile was like an impeccable mask.

"Hello, knight."