As a landmark building in the Queen's Quarter, the twin clock towers are well-known in the empire.
Standing on the top of a bell tower, the view is quite good.
Aaron wore a black double-breasted gown, a silk top hat, and leather boots. He held a thick cane in his hand, overlooking the entire Queens District.
He stretched out his hand and caught a snowflake.
"It seems that the 'Lord of the Underworld' is also one of the remaining Si Sui..."
As far as Aaron knows, at the age of twelve in the third level of history, the 'Rancher' was directly killed, the 'Corona of the Fallen', the 'Unmelting Ice One' were imprisoned in the depths of the light, and the 'Raven',
The 'Cocoon' and the 'Faceless One' were swallowed or controlled by 'Dawn'... In the remaining years, the 'House of Bones' was swallowed by the 'Mother of the Night', and after that battle, the 'Mother of the Night'
'That is, his whereabouts are unknown, and his condition may not be very good.
There are really not many surviving Si Sui, there are only three "Mrs. in the Forest", "Secret Keeper" and "Lord of the Underworld".
On the other hand, those hidden existences and high-ranking powerful people have slightly smaller targets, but if they are affected by the war in the spiritual world, they probably will not end well, such as the unlucky Motura...
"A conservative estimate is that there are only three Si Sui, and at most four Si Sui will take action...can they compete with the 'Breaking Dawn' at the height of the sun?"
Aaron watched indifferently as the snowflakes melted on his hands.
Anyway, he has decided not to let the rabbit out, and will never take action until conditions favorable to him arise.
But at this time, it has reached the point where it is too difficult to see, not to mention that a certain ant is following behind.
Under the bell tower...
Wakefield in the corner exhaled a breath of white air and looked at the gloomy sky: "The idiots from the Suppression Bureau...haven't found the ritual site of those death believers yet?"
"Also...what does Pala want to do? He has been watching the scenery for several hours."
The snowstorm created by this ritual makes even extraordinary people feel bitingly cold.
Just when Wakefield felt his hands and feet were frozen, and was about to rush up to the tower to have a showdown with Aaron, he suddenly looked up.
The dazzling sunshine directly swept away the dark clouds.
The gloomy weather in Pulmouth has disappeared, and what appears is a pure white sun!
Under the scorching sun, the ice and snow turned into dew and melted quickly.
"Praise the sun!"
Wakefield could not help but pray.
He understood that it was his colleagues from the 'Suppression Bureau' who defeated this super-large ceremony and once again protected Pulmouth!
No!
If the ritual is broken, it will at most stop the wind and snow, but it will not make the sky over Pulmouth clear!
Aaron raised his head and blocked the light with his palms: "This is the power of 'Breaking Dawn'. Did He strike first? The target is the 'Lord of the Underworld'!"
He felt the fluctuations of the sun, and also felt the spiritual world beginning to turmoil.
This battle has finally begun!
Spiritual world!
An illusory river emerged.
It has no beginning or end, and densely packed dead souls stand at the bottom of the river.
It is a 'dead river'!
At this time, the originally peaceful 'Death River' set off huge waves, roaring like wild beasts, and submerged one after another of the 'White Towers in the Spirit World'...
The pure white sun that is always at the highest point in the spiritual world ripples out.
Pure white flames turned into meteors, falling from the heights of the spiritual world into the infinite dimension. The astonishing heat evaporated the water of the semi-illusory 'Dead River', turning the resentful spirits into ashes and dissipating...
…
The war in the spiritual world directly affects the mortal world.
In other words, it has had a profound impact on the world.
Pulmouth, Suburban Cemetery.
Bang!
A rotten palm pierced the soil directly, and half of the rotten body crawled out of the coffin.
It is an undead soul from the "Dead River". Now it has returned to the world, and the only thing left is its desire for human flesh and blood!
"ah!"
The gravekeeper looked at the zombies coming back to life one by one, screamed in fright, and sounded the alarm.
This scene is played out in various cemeteries in Pulmouth.
Only the graves of nobles and big businessmen who had been baptized by church priests after their deaths were barely spared, but they were only a handful.
A play called 'The Catastrophe of the Dead' has begun to be staged in Pulmouth!
Chaos is gradually spreading!
Wakefield saw Aaron's eyes turned and looked in a certain direction.
"That's...the third-level parliament building?"
Although it is called a mansion, it is actually a palace building in the shape of a "Hui", and its luxury is second only to the Mithras Palace!
The level of security and security in the Parliament Building is even higher than that of the Mithras Palace.
Theoretically, this is the center of power of the entire empire!
"Stop! What are you doing?"
The two guards standing guard, dressed in neat clothes and carrying live ammunition rifles on their backs, looked at a figure who came too close and shouted sharply.
In view of the previous method of handling the parade, once the opponent approached the building, they even dared to shoot directly!
"Is this the center of the empire?"
Sanu had a nervous smile on his face, and the white Persian cat beside him disappeared without a trace and did not stop.
The two guards had raised their guns, and the eyes of the people around them were also watching.
"History will remember this day... I, Sanu, kicked off the decline of the empire!"
Sanu shouted loudly, and several bloody holes appeared on his body amidst the gunfire.
But those bloody holes were shrinking rapidly, spitting out yellow bullets.
Sanu looked at the soldiers who were surrounding them with frightened faces, and calmly raised his hand.
red!
Scarlet light enveloped half of the square.
Under the flowing red, the flesh and blood of the guards, onlookers, and investigators... all dissolved and turned into pools of red liquid.
These liquids continued to gather towards Sanu and turned into a red cannonball, aimed in the direction of the palace.
Such a pinnacle of flesh and blood magic undoubtedly belongs to the sixth element of 'red', the 'Red Earl'!
"Cry bitterly, howl..."
Sanu released his palm.
Boom!
…
In the distance, Wakefield saw half of the Houses of Parliament dissolved in red.
The normally graceful nobles and parliamentarians were running around like chickens.
In the Mithraic Palace, alarm bells suddenly sounded!
"This is an attack! An attack on the Empire!"
His whole body was soaked with cold sweat, and his mind was numb with a little clarity: "Para! He has anticipated this attack a long time ago. He is by no means an imperial spy, but one of the masterminds of the attack!"
Wakefield acted quickly and rushed to the top of the bell tower in one breath. He saw the tall figure calmly watching the fall of the Parliament Building: "Pala Love Toman... you are under arrest!"
He saw Aaron turn around, raise his fingers between his lips, and make a 'silence' gesture.
"The show has just begun. The protagonists haven't come on stage yet. Why don't you just watch the show quietly?"