After coming out of the Pope's Palace, Gabriel felt a little uncomfortable, both mentally and physically.

Psychological discomfort is irritability and suffering.

The physical discomfort brought back memories of her swollen and painful buttocks when she just woke up.

His Majesty the Pope actually asked her to protect that bastard?

Even Gabriel, who regarded the gentle smile as muscle memory every day, was a little unable to hold back.

But now that I have agreed, I have no choice but to go.

Gabriel returned to her room to pack her luggage. She planned to take a carriage to the Winter Empire so that she could see the face that made her ashamed and angry later.

"Bring that with you too..."

As if remembering something, Gabriel muttered, leaned down, and opened a hidden drawer.

She took out a delicate long whip from the drawer and hung it on her waist. She licked her lips, and the gentle smile on her face became even warmer.

…

The so-called letter from the Pope of Light is actually not a letter. The actual situation is much more serious. It is just a lightsaber falling from the sky and hitting the palaces of various human countries, except the Winter Empire.

The lightsaber carries the papal edict that Gabriel helped draft, which probably means that the new king of the Winter Empire, the Holy See, is under cover, so please kings, please stop looking for trouble.

As for the Holy Son, those kings are not fools, only ghosts believe it.

This lightsaber is the unique communication method of the Holy See of Light - the Forbidden Curse Level War Magic Array, the Holy Sword of Purification of the Kingdom of God.

The coverage depends on whether there is a branch of the Holy See of Light in this country. If so, it can fly directly there like a missile.

Each activation requires at least ten source mages to input magic power, and an eighth-level light magic core is required as the core of the array.

It can be called a strategic-level deterrent weapon.

However, when used for communication, the power will definitely be weakened a lot, otherwise it will not look good if the sword blows up the palace.

As for why this method of communication is used.

One word quickly.

Two words are rich.

It's that simple and crude.

…

Andorra Empire, royal palace.

With a loud "bang", a big hole was smashed into the dome of the palace, and a golden lightsaber was inserted into the king's throne with a clang.

The lightsaber is a body of pure energy with golden words wrapped around it. It is the Holy Sword of the Holy See of Light.

Seeing the lightsaber inserted on the king's throne, everyone present was stunned and looked at the entangled Queen Naga and the King of Andorra in the center of the palace with strange eyes.

"Hand over the trident, or you will see a tsunami turn your country into a marsh."

Queen Naga lowered her sword, a trace of fear flashed in her eyes, but she still placed the long sword in her hand on the neck of King Castro of Andorra. Her graceful dragon body tightly wrapped around the king, but the king did not

Time to appreciate.

Because he was almost strangled to death.

He is just a scumbag who has just entered the legendary level less than a hundred years ago. How can he be the opponent of an old monster like Queen Naga?

After several battles, not only was the palace turned upside down, but his own fighting spirit was also exhausted, and now he can only be slaughtered by others.

The key is that he really doesn't know anything about the Poseidon Trident.

"Your Majesty the Queen... It's not that I don't want to be friends with you, it's that I really don't have a Poseidon Trident, and my lord doesn't have the person in your portrait. It's useless for you to kill me..."

Queen Naga has lived for thousands of years and is not mentally retarded. Of course she knows that the King of Andorra cannot hand it over, but her purpose is not to find the trident here.

She was just trying her luck. It didn't matter whether she found it or not. After all, she knew the face of the person who took the trident. She didn't know anything else. She couldn't sense the trident if it was too far away.

Naga couldn't stay on land for too long, so she pushed Andor to the ground and beat him up just to get the king in front of her to help her find the trident.

How can you feel more comfortable doing things yourself than taking care of others?

Therefore, Andorra, which is closest to the Naga sea area and has a pretty strong empire, was targeted by the Naga Queen.

"If you don't have a trident, go and find it for me. If you can't find it, I will turn your country into a marsh."

Queen Naga looked at the king coldly and let him go. At the same time, she threw the portrait of the halberd thief in the king's face and ordered in a commanding tone:

"I only give you half a year, don't doubt my ability...remember, the deep sea is watching you."

…

Queen Naga left with her army and returned to the endless deep sea.

The entire palace of the King of Andorra was littered with smashed plates and porcelain.

King Castro was so furious that the beard on his face was trembling with anger, and he even dismissed his usually doting queen and lover.

"It's just a portrait, what should I look for? These Nagas have gone crazy, they are just looking for an excuse to start a war!"

With a gloomy face, he summoned his confidants.

"Your Majesty the King, may I ask for your orders?"

"Send a letter to the king of Kelide and ask him if he is willing to form an alliance. We will also ask the newly established Winter Empire. We will also go to the Orc King's Court! Everyone go!"

Castro was furious.

"Your Majesty the King, there is still a war with the orcs on our border..."

Castro's confidant looked at the king cautiously and reminded him kindly.

"Starting a war? Isn't it just to grab supplies for the winter? I will give these orcs whatever they want, as long as they are willing to fight against Naga with me! I will make that woman pay a heavy price!"

The king pounded the table angrily, and the saliva from his mouth splashed all over his confidant's face.

"But, Your Majesty, we only have enough food..."

The confidant did not continue, because the king's fierce gaze had already glanced over, and he had already understood the king's meaning from this gaze.

"My subordinate understands, let's do it now."

"Wait a minute," Castro stopped his henchman, picked up the portrait from the ground, fiercely stuffed it into his henchman's hand, and said through gritted teeth:

"Look, find this man for me. Find him in our country and other countries too. Release the spies for me. If you find him, bring him to the palace. I will crush his bones and raise him to ashes!"

The spy nodded timidly, holding the portrait but not daring to speak.

It was obvious that the king was now losing his mind completely, blaming most of the blame on the person who stole the trident.

In fact, it is not unreasonable to think so.

After all, if that person hadn't stolen the trident, the king wouldn't have been dragged out of the queen's arms by the Naga Queen who teleported into the palace early in the morning and beaten up.

However, the Naga Queen seemed to have allowed the king to escape the lightsaber attack. If His Majesty the King was hit by the lightsaber, although his life would not be in danger, he would definitely be embarrassed in front of his ministers.

The spy shook his head helplessly. The king's operation would only lead to famine in the country. Talking about an alliance with the orcs was like seeking the skin of a tiger.
Chapter completed!