Chapter 890 The destruction of the empire, whose inheritance?
The so-called "help" is clearly just an excuse for trying to get a piece of the pie. However, it has to be said that the Prince of Lies is particularly good at this. He has indeed seized a very good opportunity to rage in this power of Panduorion.
The main material plane, whether it is Rose or Mithra, cannot free up enough attention to guard against this killer god who is no less powerful than them, and is more skilled in stealing.
Of course, the so-called enthusiastic help must be expensive and cannot be refused... If it is called blackmail, it is also appropriate.
Yes, from the moment Cialek appeared, everything was actually destined, and this hypocritical alliance must take shape, even if it was so inconsistent with its name, it was apart from God--an ally at least means a little control, and
As the enemy, Cirick...
Only in the multiverse knows what kind of chaos He will cause!
What's more, there is a Glazt here - the real power of the Lord of the Immortal Lord may be slightly stronger than a medium god, but he is the Lord of the Immortal Lord, the most devil like a devil! He possesses the abyss and occupies at least four
One-part combat power, although it is only driven by violence and the control of the inefficient and chaotic system, is far stronger than those ordinary demons who are loose. In Paradise Mountain, now, it is already
The most powerful cluster combat power.
"Mina, Mina, don't you need to be so dissatisfied, right? We are old friends. Why do you need to say too much about this kind of trick? Ah, I know, you have been in the past differences between us. But you know there are some
When a common goal is achieved, unity will always come. So-called peace and other things are the real lies. Even I can't control it, huh?"
Cyric's pale and thin face showed an extremely sad expression, but even when facing each other, people probably couldn't figure out how he made the aggressive high nose bridge and the plump cheekbones reveal.
He looked like a puppy being beaten.
However, this performance was meaningless to the goddess of magic. She just sneered. She was like looking at a monkey, so she smacked her lips. Cialek had to put away his nonsense expression:
"Well. The matter here is very complicated, but to put it simply, we can provide you with some supplements."
"So that's it." Mithra said, "Those guys were you sent in? Do you know how much trouble this caused me? And you really think that little guy is so easy to deceive.
Yes? Or, it is best not to choose them yourself when you train those little crawlers, so maybe there will be a few more people who can do things, and they will not be all crazy people?"
The Magic Goddess can reach such a conclusion without thinking, but this conclusion also represents a huge loophole in her plan - Cialis is a lunatic, but he is not a fool, he cannot just send a dozen ordinary people to go
Even those magic assassins can be regarded as elites. And there is also the participation of Glazt in this kind of thing, the "devil who looks the most like the devil" is also an expert in planning. You have to complete your own
The purpose must be confusing the opponent, and he will not fail to obey this iron rule.
"It's really sad." The Lie Prince laughed, "Our Mina treats me as a simple-minded guy, but you should know that delicious food is always left at the end before serving it. This is a qualified chef
What wisdom?"
The magic goddess smiled and said nothing.
If someone regards the words of Prince Lie, even if one hundred million of them are true, he will face the risk of being deceived. However, there is at least a little more reliable in Cialis's words.
He is an old friend, so Mistera naturally knows how to deal with this lunatic.
Of course those people are just baits to die, and real means can dive deeper... But for Cirick, there is no compliment than "not seeing his means", which will make him happy enough,
It's even more crazy.
But obviously not everyone understands the heavy
"Enough nonsense has been said!"
The Spider Queen has never had any so-called patience - in terms of madness and chaos, this goddess is almost the same as the Prince of Lies, and such similarity never brings much tacit understanding. More of it is disgust and disgust,
And unsuppressible anger.
"Okay, okay, don't say something that makes people disappointed. In short, you can completely believe in our sincerity. We don't have much interest in participating in the game between you and that child. We have a lot of other things to do.
." Cialek raised his hand to surrender: "Anyway, we are also very busy, and I sincerely hope that you can save the world, otherwise, where will I go to have fun? So, let's have fun, I
I think you shouldn't mind very much, right? This is my condition."
For the sake of believers?
Or is this a reasonable explanation?
Although on the road, even a drunken man would call the name of the God of Murder when he beats his wife, in fact, there are very few people who truly believe in this guy - as an evil god,
Cyric's teachings cannot be widely publicized. Often, only killers, thugs and a few conspirators will worship this crazy name.
In addition, because Cirick's divine power was taken from three gods - Milkor, Bain and Barr, he was so lucky that he had achieved such a success as a mere mortal.
However, this kind of luck is limited. Although he obtained a large number of divine principles, the believers of the three gods did not belong to his name.
The death of gods will bring disaster to the most loyal believers, and the burning power of faith will directly destroy their souls and even their bodies. It is not so easy to accept new gods to avoid this bad luck - after all
Trust your god with all your heart and mind, believing that he is supreme and immortal, is the true piety.
"Well, how much do you want?"
It was still Rose talking - the Magic Goddess nodded slightly. It seemed that she agreed to use such a hostile but more efficient way of dialogue to solve the problem - and in fact, Cialek did start the topic with helplessness:
"Let me see, it's probably part of the empire, right? For example, which place is called Illyria or something. By dividing the area near there, the eastward part belongs to me... The rest belongs to you, how can you?
Like, is it a deal?"
"Illyria? Absurd!" Rose sneered: "The capital of the empire has more populations in a province on the northwest border, not to mention how many people are needed in other places after getting their emperor.
Will be "
"Tsk tsk tsk, it's so ideal. My Spider Queen, if I can, do I have to come and tell you this? You know, this is not a dark area. Controlling the mistress is equivalent to controlling a family." Xi
Rick laughed, but his words were filled with incredible wisdom: "Humans are different from your little black ants. Their king can't restrain a few people. Only in his own castle can he have absolute power.
.And. Do you think the little things in various churches will watch me snatch their treasures? And, in a few days, you will save the world, and by that time, those annoying guys
It will naturally come back. How many people can I grab in this short time?"
"So, I'm not very greedy. Look, for me, only those places with a large population are most likely to cultivate believers, so I naturally have to develop in this regard. Well, of course, there is also
My friend.”
Cialek shrugged, reached out and pointed his fingers in the distance, and drew a circle slightly, "So, it's Illyria, and the area around it and then go a little further east, I promise that it won't affect any mages.
Of course, we can talk about the underground part later?”
Rose and Mithra looked at each other, and then felt each other's surprise.
This suggestion is not as good as Cialis’ ridiculous madness, on the contrary, it is incredibly ‘normal’, but it is precisely because of this that the two goddesses hesitate.
Will Cirick be so rational? It is very possible to say that it is an excuse to divert others' attention! Especially, there is also the participation of Glazt, the most devil-like demon, but never lacks plans.
Mind.
But if that is the case, is it necessary to choose Illyria, which is so far away?
The god's eyes passed through thousands of miles of distance and landed on the palace in the evening...
The bloody setting sun shines on the Imperial Palace, but the towering towers and walls wrap a deep layer of lead-gray shadows on the gorgeous pavilions. The winter wind passes through the empty trails and pulls on the eaves and window lattices.
The subtle and sharp whimper made people feel irritated.
Bellino XVII felt extremely irritable.
This may not be surprising. No one will feel happy even if he is a real patient after lying in bed for ten days.
It's just a minor illness. My brain is still very clear, my appetite is very good, and my breathing is not hindered. Even in the past three days, when the morning comes, I already need to endure the joyful and angry lower body
The swelling and pain... or the only discomfort is just lacking strength, but these damn bastard servants do not listen to their orders at all. They only believe the nonsense of the slaves and make them rot day by day
On this bed!
"Where have people gone? Well? These damn, these damn bastards..."
The second half of the old emperor's words were more like a sputum sound from his throat. Maybe even he could not hear clearly what it was, or because he himself knew that such a cry could not summon anything-
At most, two helpless eunuchs would come in from outside and ask him carefully what he needed, but most of the time the things he wanted would definitely not be sent.
Not to mention his finance minister, his knight commander, and those flatterers who always habitually follow him, like a group of chickens...
Well, Duke Bellom will not appear for the time being. After all, there is a strange abnormality in magic teleportation now, so the Duke, who has received the task of destroying the Tuminis, must at least run fast to return from the front line.
It took one or two days, but now, the news of his illness has not attracted his attention. After all, I had been recuperating for sixteen or seventeen days last year due to a cold.
But now this disease is obviously different.
The intuition of an emperor made Belino XVII know about it. There must be a big problem here. He may have been under house arrest - he has always had three high-level priests in his body to be responsible for the treatment, but this time
The frequency of treatment is extremely low. And the strange feeling of powerlessness is more of a curse than a disease!
Even if you know this, what can you do?
Now, except for the two damn servants at the door, I can't even see an outsider! What the king's will and commands does not work in this almost closed space, now Belino XVII
It's not a king at all. If the two servants were willing, it wouldn't be a big problem even if they strangled him to death on the hospital bed - in the history of the empire, several kings have suffered such
Fate, Bellino XVII had read these records at the time, and he always thought that these people were stupid and ridiculous. As a king, he had great authority. How could he not leave more ways to retreat? The spy in the secret, loyal
To deploy, just prepare a prop such as a messaging gem and want to summon an army to support the king, isn’t it easy to do it?
But now, he can no longer sneer at this incident because he is in such a ridiculous situation! All communication magic has problems, and the mages and priests who were always protecting each other were also
Separated for various reasons. He is now completely isolated from his country!
Who planned all this?
The emperor's head was rotating at a high speed that was rare in daily life... But before he could come up with something, the sound of footsteps at the door had interrupted his thoughts.
He raised his head weakly. He widened his eyes in surprise and looked at the figure of the woman whose belly was already bulging high but still beautiful and charming.
"It's you?" he said hoarsely: "Go and notify Bellom quickly..."
However, the woman was obviously not interested in hearing what he wanted to say, and just unfolded a piece of parchment in front of him and interrupted him coldly: "Ferdinand and Fox have made their own declarations."
, declare that you have passed away, and they are about to support your legal heirs to become the emperor of the Empire, and the six provinces around them have been made public
Show support, and, if not unexpected, Bosworth Hallstead has followed closely with the declaration. You should know, what is the purpose of doing this?"
"What did you say?"
The emperor, who was over fifty years old, looked pale and opened his mouth wide, like a fish leaving the water. His chest was undulating rapidly, but his head seemed to be dizzy because of the feeling of being breathless.
There is ups and downs, and only one thought is constantly rotating.
How is that possible?
If it weren't for the parchment in front of me with gold-edged parchment, which had the high-level magic mark unique to the Emperor*, and would never have been forged, then Perino XVII would have thought it was a scam, a complete scam.
The twelve provinces declared legal support... Bah! What heir? I was clearly still alive! The actions of these guys were simply rebellion!
But what is terrible is that if the three provinces that have been occupied by the Tuminis are removed, these twelve provinces are already half of the existing territory of the empire, no, even more than half!
"They...huh..."
The emperor breathed heavily until he approached the scale of an hourglass, and finally made a sound. He stared at the woman's face and made a vague voice in his throat: "Who did they support? It's... Ai Bo
Tower, or Jebson? Or Ivis? Could it be, Ross Thorne?"
“Hahaha…”
The woman let out a string of light sneers, her shoulders trembled slightly. Even though the swelling belly made her figure look unsightly, she still smiled charmingly: "Turn your brain, my Majesty, since these things are
The records were sent together, can't you imagine who they pushed to the table... And I've already said the place name, right? Well, let me tell you, four people, four of them
They are all supported, Ferdinand is Jebson, Fox is Ivis, Bosworth is Alberta, Hallstead..."
"No! This is impossible!"
The old emperor suddenly burst out with a wail like a dying beast, and his voice became clear, "This is impossible, my sons, they cannot do such a thing! You, what did they do? How did they
Can you ignore me? Is it so far? No, this is a scam. Everyone, the lords are deceiving me, even the Knights of Jin Jinhua, and the ministers, the lords, the dukes,
They are all unfaithful cowards!”
"What's the point of saying this?" the woman sneered: "You should know that they may be involuntarily? What's more, there are many possible things that are being instigated, deceived, etc..."
"Traitor! I was deceived from the beginning! This is an unforgivable betrayal of me and the empire! But all traitors have to repay, and with their own blood, they will drown in their own pool of blood!" (Unfinished