Chapter 550 The Falling Imperial Power

The plane of the demon tribe exiled the continent. A building like a giant pillar pierced the hazy sky, and gray clouds surrounded it, making this unique building like a knife and axe-chiseled carpet unattainable.

This steep building is located in the center of the Demon City of Exile on the Continent, and is also the center of power and politics of the Demon plane. Just like the imperial capital of the human empire, since the Lord Schwarrie moved to the Demon Land to establish this city more than 6,000 years ago, the Pope also built a grand temple in the Demon City. The Pope, the omnipotent Pope, unswervingly cooperated with the decision of the king with his actions.

At least, it looks like this on the surface, just like this building that goes straight into the sky, it looks unattainable on the surface, but who knows in fact?

It was late at night, and the cold air filled the entire demon plane. The three round or incomprehensible moons in the sky sprinkled with cold moonlight, but were sometimes covered by gray clouds, and the dark sky was shining with blue stars.

In this building that pierced the sky, known as the Magic City by the Lord Schwarrie, there were dark corridors and winding and blurred stairs everywhere. A crystal core of the Cornier monster was embedded in the wall every dozens of meters. The crystal core of this monster could not only emit crystal white light, but also emit a faint fragrance. Only two types of buildings in the demon plane are qualified to use this rare crystal core of the monster - the royal family and the temple.

The highest level in the Demon City is the King Hall. The crystal cores of the Cornelle monster are not used in the huge King Hall, but they are burning rows of giant fire pillars that use grease as fuel. The green flames that are lingering indefinitely do not add some warmth to this deep King Hall, but instead show a bit of mysterious darkness and coldness.

Deep in the quiet palace of the king, the slightest sight was on the throne under the statue of the demon god. His Majesty Alexander, the king of the demon king, hid his thin body on the throne made of the most precious demon iron, just like burying his body in a thick shadow, symbolizing the silver pupils of the demon royal family shining in the dark, staring at the several trusted ministers in the hall.

Even though he tried his best to cover up his inner anger, the old face of His Majesty Alexander, the demon king, was still covered up by alternating tension and anger.

"Say, continue talking, what else?" The king broke the long silence in the palace of the king. His tone contained unconcealed resentment.

"Two days ago, the temple sent at least two deacons to each plane on the grounds that it spreads doctrines to seven planes including Guman, Bali, and Nia. With the addition of two deacons from each plane, the Pope completely suppressed His Majesty's power regardless of invisible rule or superficial forces on those planes..."

"What else?" Alexander's body trembled in the throne, as if he could not resist the cold and sarcastic coldness of the demon iron, just like his cold and bone-bone voice.

"The commander Amos of the rich continent officially announced his service to the demon god after the other five heavenly king-level commanders. So far, six of the ten heavenly kings have completely stood on the side of the Pope..."

"Peng!" I don't know where His Majesty took a photo, his heavy breathing sounded clearly in the King's Hall, and said in a heavy voice for a while: "Okay, what a good Amos, my dear brother, I will give him the richest continent as a territory, give him money to his soldiers, and in the end... good... good... good!"

His Majesty Alexander shouted three times in a row. Several confidants in the hall felt His Majesty's overwhelming anger and humiliation, and immediately buried their bodies deeply and dared not speak.

"Can I, Alexander, do what the thirteenth generation of kings have not done?" After a while, His Majesty Alexander sighed deeply, his tone was full of desolation and loneliness.

"Okay, I don't want to hear this anymore. Let's talk about other things, such as the old guy who is much more powerful than me. What are his actions recently?"

"The Pope... The Pope has been to Morton City a few days ago..." A demon with an old face said, and the horns on his head were older than his face. The countless annual rings were covered with gray horns, but they had begun to crack and molt.

"Moton City?" His Majesty Alexander was stunned and asked, "It is located in a remote place, and it is the territory ruled by the Blood Ridge? What did he do there?"

"Your Majesty is wise. It is the territory of the commander of the Blood Ridge. The Pope was invited by the commander. I heard that it was for a lower plane."

"The leader of the Blood Ridge...the lower plane...the pope..." His Majesty Alexander murmured several times.

The elderly Aozu demon clan reminded: "Your Majesty should have seen the ancient sheepskin scrolls in the palace book hall. It was this low-level plane ten thousand years ago. Because of many factors, we were unable to conquer and rule in the end. This is a shame for the pope who has always been invincible for his life, not to mention that he has visited that low-level plane himself..."

"In ten thousand years, our demons have been transformed. Their strength is just a low-level plane compared to the past. Now he still needs to take action himself? Is there anything else?" His Majesty Alexander felt a little strange.

"It's not certain yet. At first I heard that a plane channel was found in the territory of the commander of the Xueling Grand Priest, but I don't know what power or the strong man was sealing the other side of the plane channel. The commander of the Xueling Grand Priest used many methods, and even exhausted magic power and sacrificed a drop of magic power to crack it forcibly, but failed to do so."

"Is the information true?" His Majesty Alexander frowned and said, "What power can stop a super-level commander from a low-level plane that has been continuously harvested by the God of Light?

"The Lord of Blood Ridge is not only the lord of the Morston Territory, but also one of the eight cardinals of the Demon God Cult. It is difficult to insert eye-to-earth and ears into his territory. The above news was analyzed through some rumor."

"God news? You..." His Majesty Alexander was furious and suddenly stood up and pointed at the confidant ministers. His body, with anger, trembled with extreme anger, and finally sighed and sat down after a while.

"It's not your fault, I'm incompetent..."

"Your Majesty, you must not underestimate yourself. If you give up, then our great demon clan imperial power will not be completely controlled by the Demon God Cult. You must not..."

"You guys go down, I won't give up." His Majesty Alexander's old face was full of fatigue. He waved his hand and said, "I'm tired, I'll discuss it tomorrow if I have something to do."

Several ministers sighed in their hearts, responded respectfully, and their hunched body retreated a few steps before turning around and walking out of the hall.

After sitting quietly in the King's Hall for a while, His Majesty Alexander stood up and walked towards the back of the hall, walking four or five hundred meters along a winding corridor, he came to a courtyard full of rare flowers. These flowers and plants transplanted from other planes have completely adapted to the environment of the demon plane and are blooming brilliantly in the sound of a fountain in the center of the courtyard.

A dozen agile black shadows flashed out from the corners of the walls and flowers, and knelt down at His Majesty Alexander from afar. He was in a bad mood. His Majesty Alexander waved his hands at them and walked towards a house made of wood in the courtyard.

"His Majesty!"

A beautiful palace maid opened the wooden door with a creaking sound and bowed respectfully to the king: "The princess has been waiting for His Majesty for a long time."

"You go down." His Majesty Alexander was excited and walked to the wooden house with great strides.

The palace maid gently covered the door from outside, walked to the middle of the courtyard and patted her hands gently. A dozen black shadows quickly retreated out of the courtyard and disappeared into the thick dark shadows with the palace maid.

Everything in the wooden house is made of wood, and the air is filled with a faint woody fragrance. More than a dozen Cornelle Warcraft crystal cores reflect the interior of the house.

There are not many furniture in the wooden house. The largest one is a bookshelves, which are filled with heavy books and various scrolls with the flavor of history. A thin body is buried in a large book on the desk under the bookshelf. On the black-brown cover is a man with four wings on the back of the clouds. His handsome face is vividly outlined. Below the image are a few large gilded characters - "On the Battle Power of Angels".

"Yaqina, my beloved princess, don't bother to read it again so late." A gentle smile appeared on His Majesty Alexander's face, and he gently walked under the desk to cover up the book "On the Battle Power of Angels".

The thick and wide books were covered up and exposed a girl, with her long black hair softly draped down. The crystal nucleus inlaid on the bookshelf above her head seemed to have put a crystal halo on her, and the soft halo reflected her beautiful appearance.

The silver eyes were clear and watery, her skin was as mellow and fair as milk, her lips were as charming as the buds of petals in the garden, the black fox shawl set off her slightly pale face, and a pair of slightly pointed ears stood softly, and with the illusory and soft halo, all this made the demon princess, who was called Yaqina by His Majesty, look extremely holy.

"It's okay to be idle..." Princess Yaqina smiled softly, just like a beautiful flower suddenly blooming. Her bright smile calmed down the irritable lord.

"By the way, father, are there any movement?" Princess Yaqina stretched out her tender green onion finger and poured a glass of red wine for His Majesty Alexander.

His Majesty Alexander did not hide anything. He drank a glass of wine and poured out everything he had just discussed in His Highness truthfully. Finally, he sighed bitterly: "Yaqina, do you think that my father, the king, is useless? The declining imperial power is even more unbearable to me. I guess we will completely lose the imperial power before I step down, even if it is just on the surface."

Yaqina raised her thin eyebrows. She didn't say anything. She just took out a piece of paper from an open book and handed it to her father, and then sat there quietly staring at Alexander with her beautiful eyes.
Chapter completed!