Act Two Hundred and Thirty Eight: The Mortal Curtain I
"Exactly." A voice came from inside the room. Sidney and Veronica walked out of another room with a straight face. It could be seen from her face that the situation there was the same as here.
bad.
Kou Hua walked out of the room on the left. This building is a small temple. It was originally supposed to belong to a god in the field of art, but after the gods left for thousands of years, it has long been transformed into a temple.
In the public gathering place, the main hall of the temple is where everyone is, and two smaller ceremonies are also being performed in the side halls on the left and right sides.
There are also dead people everywhere.
"They are simply lawless." Veronica's gloomy face was even darker than the statue of the Virgin in the Lion Palace. The latter was a priest, and she was a soldier. The soldiers could not tolerate some hidden people running unscrupulously on the land of the empire.
However, this did not affect Kou Hua's mood. The female wolf still had an indifferent expression on her face, as if she was not involved. The evil god and the dusk species are both enemies of mankind, but there is no relationship between the two. Purebloods
The pride of the dusk species is no less than that of the gods, so she has reason to look down on these defective products.
Three Valkyries followed behind her. These heroic women with tall figures, tall and straight figures, and pale flames burning all over their bodies always attract more attention.
The nobles all looked here, and the latter did not look away, showing a true military temperament.
At this time, Brando didn't care about hiding anything, and showed off all the force he had. The power he had in his hands was so powerful that even the former prime minister of the empire looked down upon him.
Is this the level that a noble in a remote area should have? Even the big noble families in the heart of the empire may not be able to achieve this level.
After Brando got the affirmative answer, a trace of emotion appeared on his face: "The King of Fire recovered Akroma's shield? And also recovered its holy remains?"
Veronica looked at the young man with some curiosity and replied: "Little guy, what's so strange about this? Rushta itself is a relic of a saint. This city is protected by the angel Akroma
, its outer city wall is attached with powerful holy spells, which can face any level of magic or physical impact on this continent without leaving any traces on it. This city wall is called an invincible white wall, and today Rushta's
The scale has expanded several times compared to before. Several urban areas have been built outside the outer wall, but the outer wall of this city has never been rebuilt. It is for this reason."
As she spoke, her voice involuntarily became softer. Even the strongest fortress was broken from the inside. From today's perspective, this thousand-year-old imperial capital is facing the same dilemma.
Brando didn't care about the imperial pride of the female army commander who was somewhat injured. He knew early on that Rushta was a relic of a saint, but he originally thought it was a relic left by Gilt, the King of Fire. He didn't expect it to be like this.
One thing.
He repeatedly confirmed: "Arka, you said Akroma's shield was erected in Victory Square. Then where are the holy bones?"
"It is said that he is buried under the statue of Akroma, my lord."
"Also in Victory Square? Aren't the Imperials afraid that someone will steal it?"
"Who dares? Besides, most people can't get close to the statue of Akroma. It is blessed by the gods."
"very good."
Everyone present suddenly felt a confident aura emerging from the young earl from Eruin. He raised his head, looked around and said: "Let's go to Victory Square."
Little Nidwen was stunned.
"Wait a minute, there are guards stationed there!" His tone became weaker again: "...and it's not on the straight line to the Rose Garden."
"It doesn't matter." Brando replied nonchalantly: "The sharpening of the knife will make it easier to chop wood."
“A sharpened sword never wastes time as a woodcutter.”
The old prime minister narrowed his eyes, as if trying to figure out Brando's intention. He asked with some approval: "Where is this proverb? It's quite simple and simple."
Brando usually smiles and refuses to answer such questions, and the people around him have long been accustomed to these novel but not nonsensical words in his mouth.
Andrrig moved her lips disdainfully, wanting to say that it was someone's hometown slang. As for where her hometown was, it was far away.
Not in Butchi anyway——
Brando turned back to Alka and said, "Alka, I'm going to use your secret passage. You lead the way and we go to Victory Square."
"Sir, as you wish." The young man seemed to be used to Brando's style and responded without question.
"Very good," Brando looked at him and replied, "If there is a chance, I would like to take you back to my territory."
Alka couldn't help but show a look of surprise on his face. Brando's words meant that he intended to make him a servant. The servants of nobles are also half-nobles. If they make meritorious deeds, it will be easy to be promoted into the world of nobles.
And he is just a civilian. The gap between the two identities has now been eliminated because of Brando's words. Although it is not completely eliminated, at least he has hope of getting into the profession. He once learned some from a priest.
The relevant knowledge is very different from that of ordinary ignorant country youths, so he is more ambitious. However, his status as a civilian often makes him feel awkward and painful. As the son of a farmer, it is difficult to get military merit even if he joins the army.
of.
Because only knights can perform meritorious service, and knights are also nobles, civilians are often counted as followers of knights in the army, and their merits undoubtedly belong to knights. This is also the biggest threshold between the two classes.
He almost couldn't help but want to agree subconsciously, but at the last moment, he held back: "My lord, but Seti..."
"You can take her with you. If she is willing, you can also bring your family and her father with other family members." Brando nodded.
This condition can meet the standard of mercy for any noble, so much so that even other nobles can't help but look at Brando and the commoner, wanting to know what is the difference between the latter and the common man.
This Earl from Eruin would rather have so many mouths to eat.
But Brando really admired this young man, who was smart and from a humble background. The key was to seize the opportunity. He was willing to give the latter a chance, but in fact, the latter showed great love and justice at the last moment.
That was the reason that finally made him offer such generous conditions.
As for Alka, she has long since shed tears of gratitude.
The Cruz nobles said they couldn't understand.
Only Kou Hua was standing aside, watching this scene with cold eyes from a distance. When Brando turned his eyes here, he thought for a while and said to her: "Can you stay in the outer city?"
"Aren't you afraid that I will run away?"
"Your sister."
The little she-wolf gritted her teeth, but quickly calmed down. She stared at him with a look that could see through him and said: "You won't kill her, or even lay a finger on her. My sister is kind and simple. How can you
Will I take my fault out on her?"
After that, she said word by word: "Brando, you are just a good person, you can't deceive me."
Brando thought to himself that it was certain that Bai Kouhua was kind. I'm afraid that may not be the case. The little girl was not as ignorant as she showed. Her mind was not inferior to Delphine's. In fact, he knew that as twins,
The same goes for Hei Kouhua, but she is unwilling to contribute.
The words of the little she-wolf were sent directly to his thoughts using her spiritual power. Brando found that when he wanted to send the information back, he couldn't. He didn't know how the other party broke through the mental interference of the nightmare insect.
Perhaps this level of tricks is not worth mentioning in the eyes of such a pure-blooded Dusk species.
He had no choice but to say: "I'll give this to you."
Then he threw the blood crystal in his hand.
The little she-wolf didn't care at first. She took the crystals casually, but her expression immediately changed: "This is pure dark magic, my God. There is also some kind of divine power in it. This is a good thing, and you are willing to give it up."
Give me?"
She raised her head and looked at Brando with squinted eyes. "I see, I understand, you humans are really ridiculous. If you can get powerful power, we can easily devour even the same kind of people. You actually gave up for these pedantic reasons."
With the ability at your fingertips——"
"This is the difference between humans and beasts." Brando replied coldly. What he handed to the little she-wolf was a solidified blood crystal, which is somewhat similar to a magic crystal. But it contains the blood of God.
How could it be compared to the magic crystals left by ordinary monsters? Even for him, this thing was of great help.
To put it in layman's terms, each blood crystal is equivalent to about 500,000 experience points and 10 points of full attributes. Although the effect will be greatly reduced after absorbing too much, these few blood crystals in your hand are almost
It can increase his strength by one tenth.
But just as the little she-wolf said, these blood crystals are not the pure magic power of God’s blood rain. These two things are not so powerful. In fact, they are the product of countless people’s lives sacrificed.
, demons like this kind of thing the most, and so do dusk species, but he cannot accept it.
But it would be a pity to waste it. After all, the dead will not be resurrected, so it is just right to leave it to this little she-wolf.
"Stop talking nonsense," he said: "Stay in the outer city and cause trouble for those cultists."
"You are doing Her Majesty the Queen a favor by ruining their ceremony." Kou Hua finally accepted his bribe without any objection.
"I don't think you can completely destroy the tree shepherd's ritual." Brando didn't care. He left Kou Hua in the outer city just to slow down the cultists, and to continue to give trouble to those who offended him.
A lesson from the clown.
Before this, of course he hoped that these cultists could cause trouble to the Silver Queen, but at this moment, he did not want the cultists to invade the inner city in advance and cause trouble for him.
"Delay them for two hours."
"I can't do this. I'm not stronger than you right now."
"Just one hour then."
"make a deal--"
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At this moment, the inner city was in a state of chaos.
Not all nobles are qualified to be invited to Her Majesty the Queen's banquet, and those middle- and lower-class nobles living in the inner city cannot enjoy the singing and dancing in the White Rose Garden, but can only watch the soaring lights in the outer city from their own homes.
Fire, panic, hoping that the tragedy of the Year of Change will not happen again.
During the turmoil decades ago, although the mob did not invade the inner city, during the week-long siege, life was not easy for the nobles, especially the middle and lower class nobles. In order to protect themselves, they had to organize themselves
When guarding the city wall, property damage is inevitable, and unfortunately, nobles also died for this purpose.
Death is a distant and terrifying term for the nobles in the imperial capital. Its horror is second only to being deprived of the status of a noble and becoming a commoner.
As for the nobles in the imperial capital, there are fewer older nobles who have experienced the turmoil in the past, and the younger nobles are even more sleepless in such a night. After all, who knows whether the mob will suddenly appear in front of you?
In a sense, their concerns are not unreasonable.
At this moment, additional imperial troops were deployed at every city gate, city wall, and fortress in the inner city. Some knights from the Flame Family Knights also participated in the defense work, but the situation was not as optimistic as imagined.
Cassette is just such a Flame Knight. As a Flame Knight, anyone is a high-level member of the Temple and an elite member of the Imperial nobility. His title is Viscount and he is from a branch of the Kangna family. This family
It is also affiliated with the Cecil family and can be said to be a Temple sect with strong roots.
He has a very high status. He took over the defense work of this section of the city gate as soon as he arrived on the city wall. He is the well-deserved highest officer - the original commander, a knight commander of the city guard, did not even dare to show his dignity in front of him.
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This is the Flame Knight, a god-like figure in the eyes of the Empire.
But Cassette's expression was not necessarily any better than that of the knight commander.
Before he arrived, the mob swarmed by the cultists had already launched three sieges, but they had no effect except leaving a mess of corpses. Although the inner city wall of Rushta did not have the effect of angel protection, it still had no effect.
It cannot be taken down by a mob with bare hands.
But this is not good news. As an experienced Templar, Cassette has seen that these cultists are deliberately consuming human lives. Morale is meaningless to fanatic believers, and the dead are for the purpose of the other party.
It makes a lot of sense in terms of magic.
The other party was the Black Fire Cultist, not the All-Union Society and the Sheephead Cultist who were causing trouble as the information he received told him. Cassette's rich experience in fighting the enemy allowed him to make a judgment immediately.
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What's more, during the third attack, he had already seen the divine envoys among the crowd and killed one with his own hands. If he hadn't struck quickly, there would have been casualties on the city wall.
The divine envoy at least possesses the strength of the elemental realm.
And he saw that the divine envoy he had killed earlier was still in its newborn state, and he couldn't help but angrily wonder where on earth these Black Fire cultists had found such pure blood of God - the strength of the divine envoy was not just a matter of looking at it.
Is the blood of God to which they belong powerful? Guys like the evil god Frederick can also have powerful divine envoys. That's because the blood of God that created these divine envoys is very pure.
It can also be said that the blood content of God is very high.
Because of this, Cassette was keenly aware of the danger. Although Her Majesty the Queen had been cautious enough and invested enough defensive power, it was still not enough, and the situation was somewhat unexpected.
He didn't quite understand why Her Majesty the Queen left these mobs alone, nor did he understand that the so-called banquet was really that important? It was worth issuing an order so that they, the Knights of the Flame, must firmly guard the inner city until the banquet was over.
Not a single mob was allowed, but neither was a counterattack allowed.
He originally thought it was a bit ridiculous. It would be more serious to deal with these mobs and kill them in rivers of blood. But now it seems that he has overthought it. If the previous intense siege is repeated a few more times, he will not be able to guarantee the safety of the city wall.
