High Priest Esther struggled and roared: "The great Lord of the Pole has indeed not answered his prayers for a long time, but the divine power structure of this world is here. Even if you try to change it, there will be no results!"
"Yes! The gods of the old days were just ridiculous chess pieces! They couldn't be successful, but if there is no suitable god, we will make one ourselves!" From the throne, the voice was sonorous and powerful, full of a sense of transcendent pressure.
After the emperor finished speaking, the high priest was stunned.
Immediately, the greatest grief and indignation appeared on Esther's blue face. How deeply he loved this country! So much so that at the previous moment, he had not thought about the death of the enemy.
Because in his understanding, if he really takes action, then the Bill Empire will really come to an end, especially at this critical juncture when the war between gods is coming. The empire alone will never be able to survive.
It's a pity that the emperor's tyranny broke the last trace of luck and fantasy of the high priest.
He finally couldn't bear it anymore and shouted loudly.
"Betrayal! Shameless betrayal! Peter Romanov! You have failed the goddess of ice and snow to protect your family for thousands of years! You have blasphemed a real god! On behalf of the goddess of ice and snow, I tear up the sacred covenant with your royal family! According to the agreement,
Turn all the divine light into a curse on you and your family - even if your descendants can escape by chance, they will make men slaves and women maids for generations!"
This is not only the high priest's angry roar, but also a case of extraordinary divine power... divine punishment!
To Esther's surprise, the Emperor did not let the Imperial Guard soldiers block his roar. Although it would not be useful, the Emperor gave him a trancelike feeling that he had completely seen through his trump card.
The next second, the entire palace began to shake.
I don't know how many palace maids and royal guards saw in horror: snow suddenly began to fall on the tops of all the buildings in the palace. This was not a heavy snowfall, it was simply an avalanche.
Thousands of tons of snow fell from the sky and hit the roofs of various buildings in the palace.
One meter, five meters...ten meters...thirty meters...
The palace, which was once criticized by the public for being too splendid, turned into the base of a huge snow-capped mountain in the blink of an eye.
The beams and columns of every house were making an overwhelming creaking sound, as if they were about to break and the palace collapse in the next moment.
In the palace hall, the eyes of every statue of the late emperor seemed to glow with a strange divine light.
In a trance, the ancestors of the Romano royal family came to life. They stared at Peter, the unworthy descendant, with horror and reproach in their eyes!
But Emperor Peter seemed completely unaware.
And a strange scene also appeared at this moment.
"Squeak! Squeak! Squeak!"
Although every beam, column, brick and tile in the palace is on the verge of collapse, 'on the verge' and already collapsed are two different things.
A mysterious force supports all the buildings in the palace, contending with the terrifying pressure of the snow-capped mountains.
It was obvious that the emperor came prepared.
The high priest's complexion changed drastically, his body began to become cold due to excessive blood loss, and what was even colder was his heart.
"Peter! Even if she is an extremely weak god in your eyes! Your family has endured the goddess's blessings for thousands of years, and there is no way you can resist the backlash of the curse!"
Curse the emperor!
This is Esther's last stubbornness.
However, a scene that made him extremely horrified happened next!
The emperor had indeed endured the curse. Emperor Peter, who was wearing fine clothes on the throne, clutched his chest in pain and curled up. Ice crystals shaped like sea urchins burst out from every pore of his body, pricking him with blood all over his body.
The blood didn't even have a chance to flow out, and was immediately frozen by the ice and snow covering his body.
The emperor turned into an ice sculpture in less than three seconds. Even if he died, his soul would still fall into the ice hell and endure the torment of the extreme cold forever.
At this point, High Priest Esther is still a little proud. The bastard emperor who blasphemed the goddess finally paid the price.
The turning point happened at this moment.
Right next to the fallen emperor, a cold aura was gathering, condensing into a person in less than a tenth of a second, a Peter the Great who looked exactly like the fallen emperor!
High Priest Esther forgot to breathe for a moment.
"Who...are you!?" Such a cold question finally came out from the teeth of the high priest.
"I am also Peter Romanov!" He has exactly the same voice and appearance as the fallen emperor, and even the demeanor and majesty are the same. If the first two can be achieved through imitation and disguise, the latter two
It is impossible to fake it. Someone who is not in a high position standing over millions of people cannot have such a temperament.
"..." Esther's eyes bulged, staring at the other Peter the Great. At this moment, the high priest's mind went blank, and he had no idea what words to use to express his shock at this strange phenomenon.
Peter the Great spoke, with cruelty and determination in his mouth. He added what he had just left unfinished: "I am the only one among the three thousand emperors who has withstood the backlash of the curse of the Ice and Snow Bitch. Esther, I admire you.
Your loyalty to the goddess. Unfortunately, she really cannot lead the 100 million people of our empire to victory. So, so be it."
The emperor raised his right hand to the speechless high priest.
A virtual image of an icy giant bear with dots of snowflakes and lines of ice and snow appeared out of thin air.
The huge spirit bear, which was as big as a heavy-duty truck, suddenly rushed over, opened its huge and illusory bear mouth, and swallowed the high priest in one bite.
His flesh and blood, his soul, and the faint divinity attached to him by the goddess were also devoured together.
The eldest princess Anastasia, who was thousands of miles away, immediately had a clear feeling.
"Ah!" The eldest princess screamed, and the pain in her soul spread across the void, making her feel as if her body was being torn in half: "No—Father! How can you do this?"
Beside her, the female knight guard captain Natasha and the knight leader Boris were startled at the same time and asked in unison: "Your Highness, what's wrong?"
"Father...Father, he actually killed Lord Esther! He openly rebelled against the Ice and Snow Goddess Cult. The Ice and Snow Goddess has already sent down divine punishment on the Romano family!" Unknowingly, the eldest princess had tears streaming down her face.
A bolt from the blue!
And it was far beyond the expectations of the Ice and Snow Goddess Sect.
How can the oath between a mortal family and a god be broken so easily?
Once the gods are angry, how can a mortal family bear the divine punishment?
In the view of Anastasia and others, even if Emperor Peter did not like the weakness of the Ice and Snow Goddess, he would not take action against the goddess's faction. Without proving that the goddess had completely fallen, he would attack the goddess's high priest.
A poisonous hand is tantamount to declaring a divine war.
How can a mortal resist the backlash of a true god?
Even if it is a crumbling church and a god that is so weak that it is about to fall, it is not something that a mortal can handle.
Normally, the emperor would have to lose at least one life, and his wife, children, etc. would also suffer. Except for Anastasia, who is the Snow Saint, no one would be spared.
This is not to mention a series of major events such as the death of the emperor, the divine punishment imposed by the goddess, and a group of grand dukes raising the flag of rebellion in anger, which will definitely cause turmoil in the entire empire.
If the emperor dares to do this, it will undoubtedly harm others and not benefit himself.
Unless he has a brain twitch, or believes in the evil god of the chaos camp, he would do this kind of behavior.
But in this way, the Ice and Snow Goddess will definitely determine who is the mastermind and culprit, and theoretically the entire royal family will not be involved.
The imposition of divine punishment proved that the emperor really acted according to his own will and offended the goddess.
Is this reasonable?
This is unreasonable!
But Emperor Peter did just that.
Princess Anastasia's body almost collapsed. She supported the table with both hands, trying not to fall. Natasha quickly supported her: "Your Highness! Your Highness!"
"I...I'm fine, it's just that my mind is too confused." The eldest princess held her sweaty forehead with her left hand. After a while, she came back to her senses: "No! That's not right! My father has always been ruthless in doing things.
Plan and act later. If he was counterattacked by the goddess's curse on the spot, High Priest Esther wouldn't have to warn me through the goddess's divine power channel. This means...that my father is okay!?"
Boris's face turned livid for a moment: "Wait a minute! If this is a premeditated rebellion against the goddess, then we are in danger!"
Natasha's eyes flashed, she took out a dagger from her waist, flew out the window with a swish, and hit the alarm bell outside hard.
"Dang! Dang! Dang-"
The alarm bells are ringing.
If it was just an early warning, it wouldn't be a problem. At most, it would be a commotion among the Austin Knights.
The problem was that within three breaths of the alarm bell ringing, screams, howls and screams came from several places in the castle.
This time, Natasha and Boris had a flash of panic in their eyes at the same time.
Sure enough, you know your father better than your daughter.
My old father’s little cotton-padded jacket may not be black, but it must be the most thoughtful.
Anastasia's words not only saved herself, but also saved most of the knights.
Natasha: "I protect the princess!"
Boris: "I control the army!"
The two spoke up at the same time, but immediately discovered a more serious problem:
If the emperor wants to kill them, they will definitely not be able to escape. There will be no place for them in the territory of the Bill Empire. It is not necessarily possible to suddenly seek refuge in other countries on the grounds that the Ice and Snow Goddess has been betrayed.
There is a country that can take it. The bad thing is that the goddess of ice and snow is not a member of the gods of the orthodox church.
Natasha gritted her teeth and said, "Never mind, first ensure His Highness's safety and then leave!"
The eldest princess's reaction was not slow: "Don't use ordinary ships. I swear, my father will definitely block the regular departure route."
Boris had an idea: "I remembered that guy Ivanov bragged to me last night, because the guy gave me enough money, the Vatutin could already be launched into the water. Last night, it was filled with fuel to prepare for the sea trial.
