Chapter 2056：

But what made him famous was not Uyf's superb spear skills, nor Ager's strategy, but the cunning and changeable appearance that matched his appearance.

Known as the cunning Geranda.

No one in the empire waited to see him, even Bedwell.

Before the establishment of the Spers League, if one person would betray the loyalty to the emperor, then everyone's first reaction must be Geranda.

In fact, he was also a member of the Splash Underground League very early.

"Give it up, Jeranda Qing." Bedwell pulled his wrist out of Jeranda's palm, and said to Jeranda with a dim look.

"King Bedwell... All of Spath's companions have given up. Do you want to give up too?" Geranda stared at Bedwell's dim eyes.

"Ector...dead," Bedwell said in a deep voice.

Gerlanda is cunning and changeable, but even so, he is also one of the twelve holy apostles, and he has the feeling of meeting the other holy apostles for 100 million years.

Ektor's death, for him, could not have been a blow.

"I know, everyone knows. That's why Sperse collapsed. But, is this to give up? Then, where is our loyalty to your Majesty?"

"The great change of the empire, the great change of your majesty... This is simply our wishful thinking! The one above the throne is the real majesty! I saw it, I saw the punishment of the majesty who fell from the sky, we have been silent for us I am so touched! We--, are wrong!" Bedwell cried out of collapse.

Seeing that giant arm of the Emperor of Heaven, how could he deny that the person on the throne is not the Emperor of Heaven?

"Can you say this to your heart, Qing Bedwell." Gerlanda looked at Bedwell seriously.

How difficult is this? The facts are already very clear, their thinking has gone wrong, they are just immersed in the self-movement of the loyalty to the emperor of heaven. However, Bedwell found that he couldn't speak anymore.

"You can't deceive yourself, just like I can't deceive myself. Maybe you don't know, before I became a holy apostle, before this empire was eternal, I was a druid who was determined to save the dead and heal the wounded. But because of mine Appearance, everyone regards me as a devil and a cunning master. In the end, I became a cunning master willing to degenerate and live by deceit. It was the traveling majesty who redeemed me from the quagmire of self-denial."

"He told me,'Where flowers decay, people can't live. The perfect appearance, clothing and decoration can certainly give people a sense of beauty, but the beauty of the soul, the beauty of wisdom, and the beauty of behavior can arouse the beauty of people. It is much stronger than the former. And there is a ray of light deep in my heart, with the fragrance of scholarship, quiet and far-reaching. "Even if it has been too long, I have forgotten your Majesty’s face before he was sanctified, but this sentence has always been Branded in my mind.

"He gave me redemption, so I took it as the Lord and became a holy apostle. Known for deceiving, but I can't deceive your Majesty, let alone deceive myself."

Geranda looked at Bedwell seriously: "The person above the throne is definitely not His Majesty the Emperor!"

"But, how do you know that it is not His Majesty that has changed? How do you know that this is not your own wishful thinking?" Bedwell asked loudly.

"I don't know, but I am fighting for my Majesty the Emperor. Even if this is wrong, I will go all the way to the end!"

"Then where do you put the empire? This may cause the collapse of the empire..."

"So what?" Geranda asked back: "I love the empire because of your majesty, and because of your majesty, I became a holy apostle, and because of your majesty, I have endured these long years. For your majesty, even if I destroy this lifeless one, There is no world of dead souls with no future to speak of, so what?" Geranda asked back, with a sonorous and powerful tone, with piety and madness, but his eyes were so clear.

——If one day, you have to choose between the heavenly emperor and the eternal empire, who will you choose? ?

For some reason, Bedwell suddenly remembered the question that Old Sword had asked him. He was at a loss, but Geranda in front of him had already answered.

If one day, one must choose between the emperor of heaven and the eternal empire, Geranda will choose not the empire that insults and pains him, but the emperor who redeems him.

But what about Bedwell?

He found that he could neither respond to Geranda nor turn his head back.

He wandered at the junction of the two, and he was extremely painful.

"I found you, Bedwell, Geranda!" The Holy Apostle shouted, commanding the Divine Guard, and rushed over.

Geranda glanced at Bedwell, whose face was uncertain, and stretched out his hand to push him into the cave.

"Geranda--"

"Look at your own heart, Bedwell. Who are you fighting for!"

Holding a sharp gun, Geranda turned and killed the holy apostle.

He was also a holy apostle after all, broke through the encirclement of the divine legion, and nailed the holy apostle to the trunk with a shot, but he was also pierced by the holy apostle with a sword.

"I actually... will lose to you!"

"You guy who can't even hold your own beliefs, how could I lose to you?" Geranda asked back.

"You, you. Hahaha—"

The Holy Apostle said sadly: "The crisis of the empire lies not in the outside, but in our civil war."

"Although our body has gained constancy, our soul has long been decayed. At this moment, the poison of sinking in the body, we who are free from constancy will also usher in death. For us, this is not a painful parting. It's the liberation of the soul."

"I understand, but what I am sad is that the impeccable [Arms of the Heavenly Emperor] is actually caused by our disunity in our thoughts. It is caused by us. Gerlanda, Bedwell...Ector's We can't escape the blame for death. We are even more ashamed of your Majesty. The empire is in danger of extinction because of us! Turn around, turn around... We are wrong..."

The holy apostle was sad and closed his eyes forever.

The surrounding divine guards rushed up and chopped off De Geranda's left arm and right leg, dripping with blood.

"Geranda--"

Bedwell couldn't help it anymore and rushed out of the tree hole, swung his sword to repulse the surrounding divine guards, and fleeed away holding Jelanda's body.

The gurgling blood flowed down from between his fingers, and his body became colder and colder.

"Have you seen your heart clearly, Bedwell." Gerlanda paled, angrily.

"Don't say it." Bedwell stopped and looked at Geranda in his arms with a sad expression on his face.

"You still can't see your heart. You can neither deceive yourself like he did, nor stay awake like me. Bedwell, hesitating is the most painful. The person on the throne is definitely not the emperor. At least He is not my Majesty the Emperor of Heaven. Some are affirming you, some are vetoing you, some are mocking you... But the road is at your feet after all."

"Stop talking, Geranda!" Bedwell's face was full of pain.

"Do you want to be loyal to your Majesty in memory like I did, or bow your head to the rule of Age and the man on the throne? The right to choose is not me, nor other people, but you."

"This road is painful, this road is bloody... But when you decide, go here." Jelanda tremblingly took out a map from her arms and handed it to Bei. Deville.

"There are two intersecting trees in this mountain, hiding something that is vital to the empire. Whether or not you give that thing to the Aegean, to the person on the throne, I won’t Blame you, because my path has come to an end, and I am already liberated. But if you want to be as loyal to the Majesty in memory as I am, then send that thing to—to—"

Geranda's tone became a little harder, and her pupils dilated. But as if trying to exhaust everything, for the sake of the person who redeemed himself in his memory, he went beyond death and said, "Send to—, Avalon!"

After speaking, his pupils dilated and he closed his eyes completely.

Perhaps, in those loose eyes, he saw the emperor who had redeemed him in his memory.

"Jeranda Qing——"

Bedwell screamed for it.

Another life star fell.

When Shi Lang arrived, he had only time to see Bedwell holding Geranda's mutilated, icy corpse, and he did not return for a long time.