The moment Shining stepped on the button in Halba's hand, the Eternal Fire cultists who were waiting in a tavern outside the palace city immediately received the news, and everyone looked solemn.
"Here comes a letter from Lord Halba!"
Sver suddenly raised his head and grabbed the magic communication device in his hand.
In this operation, apart from Halba, Sver was the supreme commander, and the other informants were under his management.
At this time, beside him, there were several Eternal Fire agents who had also been ambushing Vizima for a long time.
One of them asked him worriedly: "Father Sver, didn't the Pope say that we should stop the action? Did... did something unexpected happen to Lord Halba?"
"Do you think Master Halba is you?"
When Sver heard what they said, his face suddenly became solemn and his tone couldn't help but become a little heavier.
"Lord Halba is a devout person who has gone through the test of heresy trial within the church and still remains sober. For him, as long as it is for the eternal fire, he is willing to face death even if it is for the eternal fire."
"Even if we are really in danger, Master Halba will not let the activation key fall into the hands of others."
"As for why it happened at this time,"
Svir looked in the direction of Vizima Palace from the wooden window on the second floor of the tavern.
"Presumably, Lord Halba got some information related to that person..."
"......Bar?"
After hearing what Swier said, the other agents suddenly looked extremely ashamed.
That is a heresy trial test!
What about a broken arm, cut it off and feed it to yourself, and then find a bunch of bastard men to deal with it in this way and that. The whole process would take several days and nights.
After a normal person has gone through the whole process, I am afraid that he will not be able to maintain even the most basic three views, but that adult can still stay awake.
Presumably, only the most devout believers in the eternal fire can do this.
It is really inappropriate for us to doubt such a saint.
Upon thinking of this, several Neiying immediately started to take action and passed the information to others through different magic communication channels.
Not two minutes had passed when a violent explosion suddenly sounded in the southern city of Vizima Palace.
"Rumble-"
Emhyr suddenly raised his head.
The explosion was very close.
Yeager immediately approached Emhyr and isolated Margarita.
Borch moved faster than Yeager, and teleported to Han Baiyi with a very quick step, alertly guarding him.
"Your Majesty! It's a magic bomb!"
"The southern wall of the palace was blown down. There were many casualties among the palace guards. We are now mobilizing manpower to that side."
The old eunuch who always followed Emhyr appeared beside him at some point. His voice was not too quiet, and Han Baiyi next to him could hear it clearly.
Emhyr frowned and scolded in a cold voice: "Who told them to change? Let the palace guards tighten the protective circle, remove the power to mobilize troops from the palace guard command today, and replace them with others. The remaining people will search the palace for others.
There are no magic bombs."
The orders were given decisively and quickly, one after the other.
"Yes, Your Majesty." The old eunuch leaned over and agreed, "In addition, for your own safety, please move to the inner hall."
"unnecessary."
Emhyr waved his hand to reject the old eunuch's suggestion, and slowly bowed to Han Baiyi, who was sitting on the sofa without moving.
"In this huge palace, except beside you, sir, there is no safer place."
Han Baiyi silently put down the compilation in his hand and said with a smile: "Then, this is your first transaction request."
"Sir, I said that in Nilfgaard, you can make any request that is within my ability - even if it is my throne."
Emhyr's posture was still very low, but not humble.
"In addition, my life may indeed be as light as a feather or a ephemeral grass in your eyes, but it is not comparable to a mere place to stay and a few cars of strange viscera."
"You can definitely ask for more."
The premise is that you can save my life.
Emhyr maintained a slight bow, but did not say these words.
Borch was very aware of this, but looking at his husband's plain smiling expression, he knew that he had already seen everything clearly.
Sir is just too lazy to say.
Suddenly, Yeager, who was guarding Emhyr, turned his head and looked outside the door.
"It's close."
Five fingers rested on the hilt of the sword.
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The tall and thick walls of the Vizima Palace collapsed under the huge power of the magic bomb, as fragile as sand, and a huge explosion crater with a diameter of more than a hundred meters appeared on the ground.
There were scorch marks everywhere.
"Pfft...cough cough cough."
In the explosion crater, a figure climbed up from the ground with difficulty, shaking off countless sand and dust.
After he straightened up from the ground with difficulty, you could see that something seemed to have cut off a layer of his back, revealing a huge wound with blood red and burnt black marks. The iron armor on his body was almost fused to his body under the high temperature, but he didn't.
There was no feeling at all, as if even the sense of pain had been lost.
He knelt on the ground, holding the curved sword tightly in his hand.
"Gonggong Division!" The charred figure paused, his voice almost hoarse, "Those who are still alive, stand up!"
He shouted, but no one else answered except for the roar of the hot wind left by the explosion.
Looking behind him from a distance, it seems that he can vaguely see the figure of the palace guard running towards this side, and his vision is full of double images.
There was also a buzzing sound in my ears.
"Have mercy on mankind, eternal flame."
While he was at a loss, an inexplicable sound suddenly came from his mind.
It was as if thousands of people were singing praises in unison.
The man slowly raised his head and saw a plain-looking, white-haired old man with even a completely bald head standing in front of him.
Her wrinkled palms gently touched his blackened head.
The voice is as warm as a loving father.
"The pure and supreme flame heals our hearts."
The old man held one hand on his chest and stroked the man's head with the other. Then he raised his hand and passed by him.
As soon as he walked past, he saw that the man's head on the ground was on fire, like the most dazzling torch, destroying everything.
"Enemy attack——"
A guard saw this scene from the watchtower and rang the bell vigorously and shouted, and the soldiers guarding the palace gathered in this direction.
However, the old man had a peaceful and kind posture, with his hands clasped in front of his chest and his head slightly lowered. Every step he took left a deep black and burning footprint on the bluestone floor.
The flame is endless.
Seemingly seeing a young life passing away around him, the old man let out a long sigh and started singing loudly like a believer on a pilgrimage.
Accompanied by those pious chants, all the city guards approaching the old man along the way started to burn from the inside out like human-shaped coals.
Looking at the pious chanting, there was no fire around and the ground was scorched black, like a hell-like scene, suddenly someone recognized the old man in the center.