Chapter 987： situation

The cold wind above the sea whizzed across the shield, the background of the sky and the sea kept receding in the field of vision, the outline of the land was getting closer and closer, and the communication with the Beigang Hub became clearer.

Merita obviously speeded up.

"Maybe it's just that the Mithril Ring is broken," although he was worried about the situation of Cecil and Typhon, Gawain casually said to Miss Dragon, "Talrond's technology is high, but it is not To the point where everything is immortal."

"Probably," Melita looked a little absent-minded, "Anyway, we must hurry up... this time there is really something big going on."

Gao Wen did not respond, just turned his head and looked at the direction of the coastline of Beigang from a distance, without saying a word for a long time.

Not far from him, Veronica, who was closing her eyes and rested her mind, suddenly opened her eyes. The "saint princess" stood up and looked in the direction of the land thoughtfully, with a trace of confusion on her face. .

But her expression didn't last long, and after a few seconds of looking at her, she withdrew her gaze, regaining her former gentle but lacking human temperament.

...

In the depths of the wasteland, the woods around the impact pit formed after the explosion of the ancient imperial city are full of trees.

A blue-white beam of light that seems to penetrate the sky and the earth spouted from the center of the impact pit. The bright light illuminates the dark and dirty land, and in the large "dense forest" that "grows" around the impact pit, the similar blue and white The flow of light is constantly leaping and flowing among the branches and vines that are close, entangled, and merged with each other. Numerous strange-shaped “plants” are like the nerve synapses in a giant organism, and they are entangled into huge aggregates, and With the ancient imperial capital as the center, it spread out for several kilometers, and the stolen energy was like chemical substances and electrical signals transmitted between nerve synapses, flowing continuously in this huge and entangled system.

But suddenly, this intense and busy "flow" came to an abrupt end. The light leaping and flowing between the branches of plants and vines instantly stagnated, and flashed a few times as if there was a bad contact. After just a few seconds of planting, The huge "forest" dimmed in patches and turned into a black forest again.

At the center of the forest, in the buffer zone connected to the edge of the ancient explosion pit, large swathes of thick smoke rose with several violent flashes. After more than a dozen thick vines were blown up, they flew up into the sky, like a flexible rope that retracted quickly. As he retreated into the forest, the "Grand Master" Borken, who was controlling these vines, looked at this scene and yelled angrily: "Gemini! What are you doing?!"

A gust of wind blows, and the figures of Ferna and Lena appear in front of Borken. Their hands are still entwined with undissipated magical afterglow. The two elves unanimously said: "Saving your life, Master Master."

On the inner wall of the impact pit not far away, the broken remnant plant structure has been turned into ashes, and a huge energy pipeline is turning from dim to bright again.

Borken's branches made a rattling noise, and his wrinkled face protruded from the bark: "What happened?"

"The operational efficiency of the Ophelia Matrix is ​​picking up. She has begun to scan and reset the energy channels, my respected Grand Master" Leerna said the first half, and Ferna immediately connected the second half without delay. Sentence, "It looks like she's'returned'. If we don't plan to fight the Iron Man now, then we'd better leave this place right away."

"Wha..." Borken was taken aback, and then an angry look appeared on his face, "Damn, damn...How come it's so early... it's a bit too early, the catalysis process is just a bit..."

His branches swayed in anger, and the entire twisted "Black Forest" was also swaying. A terrifying clatter came from all directions, as if the entire forest was roaring, but Borken did not lose his judgment after all. When his anger was of no avail, he decisively gave the order to evacuate. The twisted plants began to pull out their roots and spread out the entwined vines and branches. The entire black forest instantly disintegrated into a clattering sound. Countless pieces, and began to evacuate quickly to the wasteland.

"Be optimistic, Grand Master," Lena looked at Borken, who was commanding the evacuation angrily, with an indifferent expression on her face. "We didn't even expect to be able to extract so much energy from the tube at first. Completely completed, but we have completed most of the work, and the subsequent transformation can proceed slowly. Before that, ensuring safety is the most important."

Borken turned his face, and the yellow-brown eyes embedded in the mottled bark looked at Lena and Ferna. After a while, he nodded: "What you said makes sense."

The evacuation of the Black Forest is proceeding in an orderly manner. The Grand Master Borken and several major masters left here soon, but Leylna and Ferna did not immediately follow. The pair of elves are just Standing quietly on the edge of the impact pit, looking at the huge crater sinking like a crater in the distance, as well as the huge crystal cone and blue-white energy beam at the bottom of the huge pit.

They could feel that the "inhuman soul" deep in the crystal cone was gradually waking up and not fully awakened, but they had already opened one eye.

"Did she find us?" Lena said suddenly as if talking to herself.

"There should be no direct detection module of the Ophelia Matrix that has been permanently destroyed hundreds of years ago. Now, in addition to the most basic damage alert system, she can only rely on the Ironman Corps to understand the situation around the impact pit," Phil Na also replied as if talking to herself, "We acted very cautiously. We are always in a blind spot between the Iron Man Corps and the security system."

"...It's so sad," Lena said, looking at the crystal cone in the distance, with a hint of mockery or self-deprecation, "what a glorious star, the most beautiful and wise jewel of the empire... …Now it’s just an undead trapped in the ruins and tombs who don’t want to die."

"This is how the rebels are reluctant to bow their heads and die," Ferna said quietly, and then Lena also spoke, and they sighed in unison, "...It's sad."

The violent wind blows, and withered fallen leaves roll up the air. After the wind and fallen leaves have dispersed, the figures of the Elf Twins have disappeared on the edge of the impact pit.

...

The majestic triple spire covers the wide parliament hall. In this magnificent room, members of the noble class, mages, scholars, and wealthy businessmen are sitting in rows of fan-shaped backrest chairs.

The bright brilliance of the magic spar light spilled from the dome and shone on the faces in the parliament hall. Perhaps due to the light, the faces of these big figures looked paler than usual. Against the background of the black dresses loved by lawmakers, these pale faces are like pebbles dangling in the black mud, blind and meaningless.

An atmosphere of tension and depression is enveloped in this place. Although most of the time here is depression, the depression here today is more than ever before.

There is a constant buzzing in the lobby. This is the whispered conversation of the parliamentarians. Small groups who know each other are discussing some sensational news, but more parliamentarians are paying attention to the most special position at the front of the lobby. There was no one on his seat now, and only two heavily armed knights and a few attendants were standing not far behind the seat.

Earl Durer sat in his place, turning a luxurious ring with huge gems a little irritably. He turned the side with the gems to his palm and held it firmly until he felt a slight tingling before releasing it. Turn the gem over, and then turn around. He is doing such a meaningless thing, and what comes from his ears is full of pessimism and depression, or blindly confident and passionate discussions.

The empire and the Cecils suddenly entered a state of war...it seems that there are traitors hiding in the noble groups at all levels...The Church of the God of War is infiltrated by blasphemers, and Pope Malm Dunit’s death is suspicious...The army seems It needs to be checked and cleaned, or cleansing has already started...

Clouds shrouded Aldernan. The ignorant people at the bottom did not know the truth behind the recent suppressed and tense atmosphere in the city. The representatives of the nobles and wealthy citizens at the top had the opportunity to receive more internal news. Count Le seemed that the nervous chatters around him were no better than the commoners.

At this moment, a voice came from not far away, several seats apart: "Mr. Earl, do you know that the Knights of the National Guard entered the inner city yesterday?"

Count Durer frowned subconsciously, but before turning his head over, he adjusted his expression. He followed the voice and saw a bald man with a blessed figure smiling at him. The other party is wearing a tight dress, a thin gold watch chain hangs from his chest pocket, and a pair of gold glasses hanging on a thin chain, which is wearing the bridge of the other party's nose, or Said it was embedded in the fat on the other's face.

"Of course, this news has spread among the members." Earl Durer nodded to the man with a blessed stature, and said not far away.

"It's really going to happen, Mr. Earl," the blessed man shook his head, and the meat around his neck also shook twice. "The last time the Knights of the National Guard entered the inner city a dozen years ago... …"

Count Durer kept a polite smile, and agreed with a few words, but he was very disapproving in his heart.

Polberg, a speculative businessman, has only doubled his worth in the past two years through the hot wind of Magic Industry. Except that his father is also a more successful businessman, such a person has nothing to do with his grandfather. The family heritage of, but even such a person can also appear under the triple spire of the council...

Count Durer would not question the emperor's decree. He knew that such a special "seat" was needed in the parliament, but he still did not like speculative businessmen like Polberg... Money really made such people inflated too much.

Such a speculative businessman has not even added "Your Excellency" when facing a nobleman like himself, but called "Mr.". In the eyes of any upper class person who respects tradition and values ​​etiquette, this is obviously a breach of good order.

But even with such thoughts in his mind, Earl Durer still maintained proper etiquette. He casually talked with Polberg and talked about some trivial things. Half of the reason for doing this was for the necessary courtesy of the nobility, and the other half. It is because... The cotton plantation and several factories in the hands of Earl Durer still have to do business with Polberg.

Fortunately, this conversation did not last long. Out of the corner of Count Durer's eyes, he suddenly saw that a golden door at the front of the hall was opened.

The councillors immediately quieted down, and the buzzing in the hall stopped abruptly.

Princess Matilda, dressed in a black palace dress with long black hair and a vertical waist, walked out of the gate. She turned her head slightly and glanced in the direction of the hall, and then she looked towards Go to your seat.

Some guards' attendants and soldiers also walked in behind the princess.

Many people’s eyes fell on Matilda. They watched the jewel of the Empire walking forward, but Earl Durer’s eyes quickly fell on the warriors who appeared with the princess. After the appearance, the eyes of the Typhon noble changed slightly in an instant.

The whole body is dark armor, the breastplate is inlaid with obsidian crystals used to amplify the magic power, the hat and helmet bear the royal emblem, and the enchanting sword and the amplifying orb are worn on the waist.

Obsidian Forbidden!

This is the first time since Earl Durer became a member of the nobility to see the Obsidian Forbidden Army stepping into this place!

He immediately instinctively cast his gaze on the golden door, and saw obsidian soldiers entering the hall one after another, quietly replacing the guards who had stood guard in various places in the hall, and after the last ban soldier entered the field , He saw a brave black-haired young man walking in as expected.

Prince Hadillon.

Count Durer saw the prince who commanded the Obsidian Forbidden Army walked into the hall, and then stopped there as if guarding the gate. He scanned the entire hall as if he was selecting the number of people.

He had been trapped in the quiet council hall at this moment, and it seemed to be even more silent at this moment, and there seemed to be something else in the quiet at this time...

Count Durer suddenly remembered a word that the speculative businessman said when he was talking to him.

This time... It seems that something serious is going to happen.

The next moment, Matilda sat down in her place, she tapped on the table in front of her lightly, and all eyes in the hall fell on her instantly.

"Members," she cleared her throat, looking calmly at the faces in the hall that appeared paler in the lights and black dresses, "Today, we need to discuss a major bill concerning the future of the empire.

"According to the emperor’s decree, in accordance with our sacred and fair laws, in accordance with the vital interests of all citizens of the empire, considering the state of war that the empire is currently facing and the disturbing changes that have occurred in the aristocracy and church systems, I now On behalf of the Typhon royal family, the following proposal was proposed

"Enable the emperor's highest ruling power, and temporarily close the imperial assembly."