In the solemn conference hall of Graycastle, the eldest prince Baylefulun sat at the top.

Count Calante, a horseman with a slender face and a round waist, stood beside him.

There was a huge map spread out in front of the conference table, showing the area of ​​the royal capital, but the map was as detailed as every post.

A dozen nobles wearing gorgeous armor or luxurious uniforms sat at the conference table.

The lowest among them all hold the title of earl, while other minor nobles brought chairs and sat in other parts of the conference hall.

Kalant's lion-like eyes looked around and said calmly:

"Everyone who wants to come to the meeting has arrived now. Those who don't want to come, there is no need to continue waiting."

"Now that you are all ready, let's start now."

As if feeling that the atmosphere in the conference hall was a little loose, Calante's eyes became cold.

His eyes paused on Xi Wei, then he stabbed at the little nobles present like a steel knife, and said coldly:

"Don't talk about irrelevant things. Except when it needs to be discussed, I hope to maintain absolute silence during the meeting. Everyone has their own territory, and time is precious."

After hearing Calante's words, the little nobles in the conference hall lowered their heads and quickly became quiet. Even the big nobles in front of the conference table stopped trimming their nails unscrupulously.

"You are far away from the royal capital, so you are not very well-informed. You know very little about the current situation. Now I will tell you some bad news and some good news."

"The bad news is that His Majesty the King has returned to the embrace of our lord Barda. Now the Cologne Empire has lost the legendary swordsman Sardin and His Majesty the King one after another. There is no third legendary powerhouse."

"And the Pope is trying to usurp the royal power at this time, merge the royal power with the divine power, and become the only dictator of the Cologne Empire."

"I believe that you all have heard a little about the behavior of the Holy See. Although they also believe in our Lord Barda, the people in the Holy See are complete lunatics."

Kalant's words were like a stick that hit the minds of all the nobles present.

Their eyes were dull and unbelievable, and their calm faces were replaced by panic.

The absence of legendary powerhouses means the loss of deterrence to surrounding countries. Not only are other surrounding human empires eyeing it, but even the Orc Empire will not turn a blind eye.

At this time, the Pope not only failed to take into account the overall situation, but also attempted to usurp the throne for more power, which greatly weakened the final power of the Cologne Empire.

Under the overwhelming nest, are there any eggs left?

If the Cologne Empire is invaded by other empires, the first ones to suffer will be their lords.

Looking at the noisy nobles in the conference hall, whose faces were filled with fear as if the enemy had already reached their doorstep, Calante frowned and shouted:

"Quiet!"

"Look at you, do you look like a glorious imperial noble?"

"Have you forgotten the glory of knighthood by living a pampered life in the territory?"

"A bunch of trash!"

The conference hall became quiet again.

Although everyone's expressions were not good because of Kalant's merciless reprimand.

But no one dared to contradict Calante.

This is a real veteran sky knight, the key is that he has a bad temper.

If he really pisses him off, he will cut you off if he says he will, and there will be no place to cry.

"Now let's talk about the good news."

Calant felt that the atmosphere was gradually becoming a little desperate and dull, so he softened his tone, cleared his throat, and continued:

"Although the Pope is well prepared, it will still take time to completely capture the capital and destroy the empire's foundation."

"And now that we have so many lords united, there is no chance of winning."

"In addition, a group of aliens who can be constantly resurrected have also reached cooperation with the great prince. They will help us defeat the most numerous backbone of the Holy See."

Kalant's words made the nobles sitting here look shocked. They could not believe that there were existences in this world that could be resurrected infinitely. Wouldn't that be more terrifying than the undead?

Xiwei was completely confused, so what kind of alien who can be resurrected repeatedly is a player, right?

How come these players contacted the royal capital without saying a word?

Didn’t they go back to Morningside Town?

"I know you can't believe it, so in order to reassure you, His Highness the Prince specially invited a few strangers to show us their ability to resurrect."

As Calant spoke, he turned his attention to the guards in front of the conference hall and shouted loudly: "Go and invite those strangers in."

After a while, accompanied by the sound of chaotic footsteps, the guards came in with several players with "I have never seen the world" written on their faces.

The leader is surprisingly one of the player representatives, the scheming frog.

"Good day, Your Highness."

"Good day, gentlemen."

The scheming frog didn't have any stage fright in the face of everyone's curiosity and doubts, and bowed down very politely.

His eyes scanned the crowd covertly, and finally landed on Xiwei. The corners of his mouth were slightly raised, as if he was saying to Xiwei:

"We meet again, Eagle Lord."

But it was only for a moment, and his eyes immediately retracted.

The scheming frog took out a resurrection crystal from the system backpack and placed it on the ground.

I saw the resurrection crystal gradually changing from illusion to reality in half a minute.

He immediately turned around and said to everyone in the conference hall without being humble or condescending:

"My lords, please see that this is a temporary resurrection crystal. It has strong resistance to physical attacks. Even if the Earth Knight wants to break it, it will take a lot of time."

"And we aliens are also resurrected through it."

Saying this, the scheming frog winked at several players behind him at the same time.

Several players understood instantly, and they took off their equipment one after another, revealing the holy light all over their bodies.

Then he looked at the nobles in the conference room with stern eyes.

Under the shocked gazes of the nobles, he decisively pulled out the dagger from his waist and wiped his neck with a generous smile.

There was also a player who made a few showy run-up moves. Amidst the exclamations of everyone, he screamed "Aoao" and jumped directly from the balcony of the conference hall, which was more than ten meters high.

Several nobles who were sitting by the window immediately went to take a look. They saw that in the garden of the castle, the corpse of the stranger had begun to bleed. There were also maids who accidentally bumped into them and screamed in fright.

The scene in the conference hall was bloody. If it weren't for the friendly expressions of Kalant and His Highness the Prince, the nobles would have thought that this was trying to scare the monkeys.

"Badar, sir, these are really a bunch of lunatics..."

"this……"

"But they weren't resurrected?"

…

The scheming frog smiled and remained silent in the face of everyone's doubts.

Because the players' bodies had gradually begun to turn into gray particles and slowly disappear, many sharp-eyed nobles had noticed this situation and started shouting.
Chapter completed!