Chapter 217: Chanting of the Holy Maiden, Rebirth of the Succubus Queen, Changes
Chapter 217 The Chant of the Saint, the Rebirth of the Succubus Queen, and the Changed Papal State (10.2K)
Author: Scarlet Echo
Chapter 217 The Chant of the Saint, the Rebirth of the Succubus Queen, and the Changed Papal State (10.2K)
March of the 113th year of the Shenhua calendar.
The sky is falling.
That day was the end of Wandong City. Under the spread of undead poison, a large number of ordinary residents became the living dead.
That day became a lifelong nightmare for me. I don’t want to think about it, and I don’t dare to think about it.
When I was on the verge of death, a tall figure stood in front of me.
When I raised my head to look at that person, all I saw was a pair of tearful eyes.
"Child, what are you doing standing here? Why don't you hide back home?"
"...I don't have a home anymore. Isn't this what you did?"
At that time, I looked at the paladin wearing red gold armor blankly, my eyes full of confusion.
After all, I couldn't understand it at the time. It was obviously them who destroyed my home and took away my father. Why did they stand in front of me and ask me this again now?
Doesn’t the book say that gods should be the protectors of those with common beliefs? Doesn’t it say that the True God Church is protecting the order of the world?
But why do I see only depressed cities and failed rural areas, only dying cries and goblin gentlemen whose eyes are blank and have no light in their eyes?
I can not understand.
I saw hell.
That is my hometown that is burning under the hand of the Lamb of God.
I saw hell.
It was a city of the living dead created in the name of God.
I saw hell.
That was the ugly face like a demon after the multinational coalition forces laughed wildly and flattened Wandong City.
I saw the hell that would arrive sooner or later.
That day, I was rescued by the Holy Knights of the Church of the Lord of the Morning, and followed the Crusaders of Holy Brinia back to their hometown.
"From now on, you are alone, but it doesn't matter, the church is your home."
The paladin said this to me.
"This is not my home." I muttered quietly at that time.
"Hate?" the paladin said rather disappointedly.
"I have no idea……"
"Then go and fight, fight for what you think is justice, not some bullshit righteousness, go and witness the world with your own eyes...
If after witnessing countless sufferings, you still think you are righteous, then..."
The knight who seemed to be very respected in the Church of the Lord of the Dawn knelt down, stood beside me, and murmured:
"Then it means that we have really done something wrong, child. At that time, take righteous revenge against us!
If the believers of the Lord of the Dawn can no longer represent justice and fight for the weak, it means that we are no longer believers of the Lord of the Morning."
The paladin chuckled and touched my head and said: "At that time, I will need someone to execute the justice of the world. The justice of the dawn will eventually... never fade!"
This sentence was deeply imprinted in my mind and left the man’s last expectation for me:
"Mira Euphemia, my adopted daughter, you must always believe that justice is real, and we will always work hard to take that step towards true justice——
Even if we sacrifice our own blood in the end!”
So, I... through countless coincidences, became one of the few survivors in Wandong City.
Then, the road of self-proof that lasted for more than three hundred years began.
In fact, to be honest, most of the time, the evil and errors proved by the Church of the Lord of the Morning can stand the test for us.
Perhaps because of this, I have become accustomed to obeying the church's orders since I don't know when. As long as the church believes that it is wrong, I will cleanse the world of malice in the name of justice.
Sometimes, I would stop and look back at the former Paladin.
Oh no, maybe I should call him "The Chosen One of the Dawn".
There is not much smile left on his face now.
As a titled legend, all that can be seen on his face is coldness.
Occasionally, someone will tell me that when he faces those who need his help, his face will always be filled with a smile that they have not seen for a long time.
That smile was like a ray of light. In their words, it was like the epitome of "brilliant appearance" itself.
And I will eventually embark on a road of self-salvation that will last for countless years.
At least don't repeat the tragedy of Wandong City again.
At least it makes me stronger, so that I won't be like back then, with helpless eyes like an abandoned little beast. I really hate the innocent eyes of a little beast.
Hateful! Hateful! Hateful!
If I could have been stronger and stronger at that time, I wouldn't have been sitting there, waiting to be saved by others. I was so disgusting!
Then find a new goal for yourself in the long life ahead!
One night, while sleeping, I quietly broke through the barrier of the sanctuary.
The power called "calculation" and "sacrifice" filled my field and made me fall into a dream.
In the dream, I seemed to see someone.
The man's face was hidden in the light and could not be seen clearly.
He said to me: "What's your name?"
"Mira~"
"Wandong City is also very dangerous at night, so don't run around."
In the dream, I whispered: "I'm starving."
"Then wait a moment."
He ruffled my hair, turned away, and came to my side not long after.
He handed me a can and said softly: "Eat it, then go home and hide."
"Um!"
In my dream, I nodded excitedly, opened the can, and started eating it in small bites.
It wasn't until I finished eating in the dream that the man said to me:
"Let's go, I'll take you back."
…
When I woke up, it was already daytime.
The intense power of the Holy Light filled my body.
I... seem to have become stronger.
Very good, then let's embark on the journey of saving others again.
Occasionally, I will think of the man in the dream.
It was obviously just a dream, but I could feel that the canned yellow peach in the dream must be very sweet!
If I realize something.
Sometimes, justice and salvation may not only mean dispelling evil and rectifying injustice, but also a bowl of sweet rice when you are hungry, or a mouthful of canned yellow peaches that are so sweet that they are cloying.
Maybe if you have the opportunity, you can learn more about the Earth Mother Church. They seem to have a good relationship with the Lord of the Morning Church.
…
The process of communicating with the priests of the Earth Mother God was pleasant, and I seemed to understand something in a trance, but I didn't have much time left.
Although the justice believed by the priests of the Mother Goddess is also very beautiful, it is too difficult for me, an executioner with blood-stained hands, to farm.
Let professional people like them do such professional things. I also have a lot to do.
So, when I looked back, I had been fighting for more than three hundred years, and most of the priests I had talked with back then were dead.
The new members of the Earth Mother Goddess Church don’t even know how many batches have been changed.
I don’t know when someone started calling me a saint.
Saint Euphemia, as a saint of the Church of the Lord of the Morning, will fight against those who destroy the order of the world and spread despair across the earth.
Sometimes I feel quite embarrassed when I hear this.
In fact, I haven't done anything in these years, I just try to change as much as possible, at least not to repeat the tragedy of Wandong City.
Then when you see injustice, help.
The holy light rising to the sky is only for self-salvation.
One day, I will become the strongest paladin, and then I can go back and protect people like you...
Innocent and weak people like me, let them no longer have to face the despair of troubled times!
So, no matter how many times I fight, I will keep fighting.
repeat
Repeat again.
So……
If it can be solved without making anyone cry, I firmly believe that tens of thousands more lives can be saved.
However, one year, I felt that I was betrayed by that last spark.
…
The sparks of the abyss burn brightly.
On that devastated land, he vented his pain wantonly.
There is no doubt that for this continent, exterminating those demons is the mission I must complete.
The holy light soaring into the sky destroyed the mountains and made the rivers flow backwards. The legendary high-level power finally allowed me to say "no" to most injustices.
Originating from the opening of the abyss gate in the Kingdom of Shadows, the war that lasted for more than three hundred years finally came to an end on this day.
very nice!
This time, I finally didn't give up.
That day, I was really happy.
There are still some survivors in those ruins after all.
In a meat factory raised by demons, I saw a group of weak children.
They are the victims of the disaster of the abyss in this land.
When I saw them, I subconsciously took a step forward, and then, a half-blood succubus who was too weak to stand up stopped in front of me:
"Don't come near them, you devils!"
"Megumin... they don't seem to be demons." Another human girl gently grabbed the clothes of the succubus girl named "Megumin".
"Eh...but there's blood everywhere on them."
At that moment, I laughed.
I stopped the paladin who wanted to take away the demon descendants, coughed and said:
"She is not a pure-blooded succubus after all. You...a girl who is willing to stand up to protect her companions is abandoned because of her blood. Can we still be believers in the Dawn?
Robert, you are still very young and have a longer future, so don’t be blinded by hatred."
The paladin thought for a moment, and finally nodded solemnly:
"Lady Euphemia, you are right, I am too biased."
"However... the descendants of demons cannot be allowed to grow freely, so let me be their restraint!
I will train them to be like the holy warriors who dedicated themselves, and become warriors who are willing to work with us back to back to protect humanity and defend justice in World War II."
This is a lie.
Just because she knew that if she hadn't been the guarantee, that brave succubus girl wouldn't have been able to survive.
More than three hundred years ago.
For more than three hundred years, too many people have died fighting against the abyss.
Even in the Church of the Lord of the Morning and the Church of the Earth Mother, which have always dealt with things objectively, there are too many poor people who have lost their homeland, their loved ones, and everything because of demons.
The hatred hidden during this period can be described in countless words.
But I still try to change something.
Although I still don’t know if I can do it, but let’s start by taking the first step.
The road is at your feet, and if you don’t take it, no one knows what the outcome will be.
"Let's start by raising a disobedient girl, like a little succubus?"
That day, I laughed.
Now, my strength is very good. Most of the time, I don't even need to use magic to make those demons admit their mistakes.
The easiest way to convince others is to bless a weapon, cast an illumination spell, then hold up the Holy Cross given by God and place it on the devil's head——
They will immediately experience what is called justice that penetrates the bone marrow!
I'm obviously becoming more and more violent, but for some reason, I'm surrounded by more people.
That day, I returned to the temple of Lathander again.
At this time, she met the "Chosen God of Dawn" again, or should he be called her adoptive father?
He is different now than before.
Maybe I should call him respectfully—
"Your Highness the Pope, why did you ask me to come here today?"
That day, he looked at the girl he rescued from the ruins with confusion. Now after so many years, she has become slim and graceful.
"Mira, you have already seen hell, why are you still so slow to react at this time?"
I was silent for a long time, and finally sighed softly: "Are you talking about Huihui?"
"Well, the aura of the abyss revealed on her body is getting stronger and stronger. If I guess correctly, she should be the reincarnation of a certain abyss lord...
No, among the lords of the abyss, we can count the lords who have fallen recently. From a time perspective, there is only one succubus."
"The former Succubus Queen...Melcanthet? I heard that one of her eyeballs was smashed out of her body, but the other eyeball was dug out by the abyss lord and made into a strange object."
"Well, the Lord of the Abyss was pressed to death by me. This is the eyeball of Malcanthet that I got from him, or you can also call it the name of the strange object [Eye of Charm]."
Looking back now, the adoptive father's expression at that time must have already seen the ending.
"My daughter, when I took this eyeball, I was already sure that Huihui would one day return to the embrace of the abyss.
It has nothing to do with her character after reincarnation. The abyss is such a vicious existence. When you stare into it, there is a high probability that you will be targeted and suffer eternal torture from then on.
Because it is the dark side of the world."
"But at least she hasn't made any mistakes yet. I will supervise her. I swear in the name of Saint Euphemia."
The Pope was silent for a long time, and finally sighed softly and said: "Mira, do you know that for the Lord of the Abyss, everyone carries original sin?"
"..."
"If you are not an Abyss Lord yet, you still have a chance to escape the influence of the Abyss. If you have merged with the Abyss Lord's personality, your soul and everything about you will be marked by the Abyss.
The Seven Deadly Sins in the demon's body will be triggered, and even if they don't want to, they will become the source of chaos that leads to corruption.
This is demonic nature, a curse that all abyss lords cannot escape."
That day, I left the temple in a daze, and then I saw several nobles from the Papal Kingdom punching and kicking Huihui. Some even threw her off the carriage while laughing and cursing.
Huihui's eyes revealed despair and deathly silence, and the succubus' tail was stretched to the ground as it struggled without strength.
The group of nobles from major churches cursed viciously, and finally looked at Huihui who was lying on the ground with cold eyes.
Some people said hatefully: "What qualifications does a filthy bloodline have to live in the land of the Papal State? This place is filled with the blood and tears left behind by your compatriots who wantonly destroyed their lives."
The mistakes you have committed will require eternity to repay!"
I was silent for a while.
I suddenly realized that leaving Huihui on the holy mountain of Holy Brinia might be a mistake for her.
I knelt down and gently stroked her soft but dusty hair, and sighed:
"Huihui, let me take you away from the Holy Mountain!"
Huihui was silent for a moment, shook her head and said, "Mira, this will make things difficult for you."
I shook my head and said with a smile: "It's nothing to be embarrassed about, it's just an extraordinary choice."
…
The next day, bad news came.
The nobles who punched and kicked Huihui yesterday were all killed overnight.
Their heads were chopped off, eventually causing the entire Holy Mountain to tremble.
Most of the fathers of the noble sons died on the battlefield against demons. In this war that lasted for more than three hundred years, Holy Brinia lost its reputation and lost much of its heritage.
Three hundred years of bloody demonic war have just ended, and the bones of the old men in the major churches are still cold, but something so bad has happened, and even the major popes have been alarmed.
Soon, everyone extracted traces of Lathander's power from those children.
That mark was so dazzling that it hurt everyone's heart.
"Saint Euphemia, what on earth are you doing?"
Someone made an angry sound.
Even Huihui came to my side and said nervously:
"Mira, you probably didn't do it, Mira is the best!"
I rubbed Huihui's head and sighed softly: "Huihui, don't you hate them?"
"I really don't like them very much..."
Huihui whispered to me:
"But I also know that Tico lost his grandfather and father, Aslan lost his mother, Yuri lost his brother, and everyone lost the most important person.
Huihui has also lost something, so even though it hurts from being beaten by them, she is not that angry."
Huihui stood on tiptoes and patted my head, and said with a smile: "And Mira loves the world, so Huihui will try to love the world like Mira."
That day, I quietly put down the Holy Helm, concealed my emotions, and said softly:
"I am a believer in the Lord of the Dawn, and I carry out justice in the world. Maybe one day my faith will fade, but not yet."
Yes, because I know very well that I didn't take action.
That night, I came to Lathander's temple again and saw the man sitting on the Pope's throne.
"Father, did you do this?"
The Pope shook his head and said, "It's not me."
"Then swear in the name of God!"
"In the name of God, I am the chosen one of Lathander, and I will always protect the glory of justice!"
Somehow, I suddenly felt relieved.
"Don't you want to ask who did it?" the man said.
"Even the priests of the Black Sun, who like to play intrigues and intrigues, would not do such a thing in the Holy Mountain out of boredom.
If it weren't for you, wouldn't it be just a few other church leaders who could do such a thing?"
The father showed a relieved smile:
"Having you travel all over the country these years is indeed the most correct choice I have made in my life.
My daughter, the darkness in the hearts of intelligent races is sometimes worse than the devil.
Do you still remember what you said when I saw you?"
I lowered my head, and the past of more than three hundred years was chasing me, and finally settled on that night when the sea of fire was burning. At that time, he was crying in tears.
"If after witnessing countless pains, you still think you are righteous, then..."
I whispered.
"Then it means that we have really done something wrong, child. At that time, take righteous revenge against us!
My daughter, if you are, you choose to continue to adhere to the order of the Papal States that you swore to abide by in this situation, and choose to turn a blind eye to that girl...
Or break your oath, pick up the cross in your hand, rush forward and shout, 'God, please forgive me!'"
The Pope’s faint voice sounded like it was coming from hell, but I smiled with relief:
"Does that need to be said?"
"This matter is too closely related to Huihui. Now many churches have issued solemn statements demanding that she be purified immediately."
"Are there no other possibilities?"
"They don't dare to attack a saint who has been fighting for more than three hundred years, but they can attack a child you can't protect. This is what those rats can do after directing and acting on their own."
"Because I threatened them?"
The Pope nodded: "Because you threatened them, the world calls you the Saint of Holy Brinia, but except for the Church of the Lord of the Dawn, some people are not willing to admit it at all.
We don't care about it, but they do, and the power they hold in their hands is not so easy to let go of."
"Even if they violate justice?"
"No, as long as they can keep the power in their hands, some people are not afraid to use the greatest malice to inflict on others, and the holy mountain that maintains the purity of faith has undergone some changes.
The bravest people have basically fallen on the road to eliminate demons. Among the remaining people who have stayed behind, there are always some filthy people who have some thoughts that they shouldn't have.
A brief concession will not win their gratitude, so why not start from me and rectify this holy mountain that is no longer pure!"
…
When I returned home again, I didn't see Huihui again.
Finally, I let out a long sigh and said softly: "Don't worry, Huihui... I will be with you soon. I have already seen hell."
The next day, the holy fire was burning brightly, and Huihui wailed in pain in the flames.
I felt like my heart was being burned to death along with her.
But it's not time to take action yet.
It's all part of the plan.
When the flames went out, I came to Huihui's body and gently stroked her beautiful hair.
The holy flame didn't burn her body, it just took away something from her body.
When my domain covered the entire Holy Mountain, I once again saw the voice that gave me the canned yellow peach in my dream.
He stood in front of him and couldn't see his face clearly. The only thing he could see was a pair of deep and sparkling crimson eyes.
He opened his lips slightly and said softly to me: "The one who killed your father was a "god". Remember this word, it was the monster that brought the end and took away your father."
"Monster?" Euphemia said subconsciously.
The figure couldn't be seen clearly, but the coldness in the voice was like an ice spring:
"Yes, monsters. They like to occupy the brains of cowards, so that they will never think of anything except begging for mercy from themselves.
Sometimes they are like a well-fed cat playing with a mouse, giving it hope and then slowly taking away its life."
Euphemia opened her mouth and said in a hoarse voice: "Is the world of God so cruel?"
"The addictive nature of divine power is too strong, and the chosen one will lose his judgment of pain, sink into it, and become a toy of the god who revives from his body, at the mercy of it.
What awaits them is to stop breathing amidst the suffocating phantom pain and spreading joy, and turn into a walking zombie controlled by the gods, so you understand..."
Euphemia nodded subconsciously and said: "Yes, I should have understood a long time ago that even the Chosen One is essentially just a cage.
The world built based on faith will eventually return to reality one day, because we are people living in reality after all!"
I don't know who he is, but thank him for successfully waking me up at the last moment.
My desire to save others has nothing to do with my father, my past experiences, or Lathander, Lord of the Morning.
My justice has never been due to the enslavement of gods, but just -
I just want to do it.
At this moment, I woke up after realizing everything.
I raised my head, using myself as a guide, and prayed into the abyss.
"My beloved God, if justice cannot be upheld at this time, and kindness cannot be exchanged for gratitude, then let's exchange the killing of the abyss for a pure world.
Despicableness will be brought to the abyss by me, but hope will accumulate and take root in this land."
That day, the holy mountain of Brinia burned with black flames.
The reincarnation of the succubus queen Mecanshut, Huihui, was reborn in the fire of the abyss.
And I... became the descendant of the Lord of the Dawn, and caused the disaster in the Holy Mountain in an extremely ridiculous way.
An unprecedented killing began.
…
No... In other words, I have been betrayed by all kinds of things since a long time ago, on that night when Wandong City was burning.
A lamb who does devilish things in the name of faith.
In the name of a god, despair is spread in my hometown.
In the end, even the only ideal I firmly believed in betrayed me.
I obviously... just want to save those people, at least so that they don't end up like me.
But now...
…
[Location: Near the territory of Abyss Lord Huihui Mekanshute]
Mira slowly opened her eyes, stretched, and said with some confusion: "Oh...it seems like I have had a long dream, and in the dream there is a hometown that I can never go back to."
After a while, Mira, the Saint of Dawn, woke up and shook her head, with a weird smile on her face:
"Kyle, this should be the fourth time we have met...although we still haven't met face to face in reality."
Just as she was cheering up, a terrifying breath came from the horizon.
The power of the Abyss Lord entangled in the sky above the territory, and it expanded to an unprecedented level of enchantment and demonic nature, which was so astonishing.
"Hui Hui..."
The Holy Maiden of Dawn snorted softly and turned into a stream of light and rushed towards the sky shrouded in charm and magic.
Soon, the succubus queen, whose magical power burst out wildly, entered Euphemia's body in large quantities the moment she approached.
A series of evil patterns wrapped around her body, Euphemia sighed, and fell back into the castle of the territory while holding Hui Hui, who was losing control of her body.
At this time, Hui Hui, whose body had completely transformed into a succubus, was lying in Euphemia's arms like a peaceful child.
The two of them fell asleep like this in the abyss, in the territory of Lord Malcanthet.
…
[Location: Ibel Federation·Church of the Lord of Dawn]
Cardinal Robert awakens from a nightmare.
He rubbed the center of his brow painfully.
He didn't know why, but he suddenly thought of a senior whom he had to respect and love in the past, but who would later hate him.
"Lady Euphemia...Why, why did you kill the Pope and kill so many of our compatriots...
Why, it must be you?"
A self-conscious smile appeared on Bishop Robert's face: "If it weren't for this, the believers in Lathander wouldn't be crazy about the succubi.
Then at that time... maybe nothing will happen to Anthony and that good boy, and everyone can live happily.
It was obviously you who taught me that I should look at problems objectively, but it was you again..."
Bishop Robert murmured softly, and after a moment, his eyes became firm again:
"This time, I will never make a mistake again. Fallen Saint Euphemia, someone else will finish the road you cannot go down."
…
[Location: Holy Brinia, Holy Mountain, Earth Mother Church Headquarters]
Tetu stood in front of the prayer room and looked at an old woman with some curiosity.
Or to be more precise, she should be called the Pope.
That's right, this old woman is the Pope of the Earth Mother Church, Tetu's immediate boss.
Tetu asked softly: "Mr. Pope, have you received revelation from God?"
The old woman shook her head and said with a chuckle: "It's nothing, I just remembered something from a long, long time ago."
"How long? How long?"
"It must have been more than three hundred years ago. At that time, I was still trapped in the demon-conquered area around the Kingdom of Shadows!"
"I have vaguely heard about this matter. I heard that you were rescued by a senior member of the Lathander Church?"
The old woman nodded.
The Tetu people were old-hearted and immediately asked curiously: "Then why did you choose the Church of the Mother Goddess instead of the Church of the Lord of the Dawn?
Logically speaking, the Lord of the Morning Church saved you, so you should be more inclined to them."
The old woman snorted softly and said, "That was a long, long time ago. Now I am the Pope of the Church of the Mother Goddess. You kid, what does Tiantian mean? Do you want my position so much?"
"I can't help it. There are some things that I can only change by sitting in this seat."
"Not necessarily...if you can keep moving towards one goal unswervingly, you may be able to change everything. Well, the premise is that you are strong enough."
Somehow, the old woman suddenly remembered the voice that stopped everyone after she was rescued by the Holy Maiden of the Dawn more than three hundred years ago.
In a daze, Huihui's voice sounded in her ears:
"Don't come near them, you devils!"
"Huihui... they don't seem to be demons." At that time, she carefully pulled the corner of Huihui's clothes and said softly.
"Your Holiness, you have always hated devils!" Bishop Tetu said with emotion.
The old woman glanced at him and said, "That's not necessarily the case. There are some exceptions."
Bishop Tetu's face changed slightly, and he said in a low voice: "Don't talk nonsense. It will be very troublesome for people below to hear this."
But after a moment, Bishop Tetu's expression became a little subtle, and he whispered:
"Which ones are exceptions? Tell me. I will definitely not tell anyone about them."
"Usually people who say this will turn around and talk to others the next second."
"That's an ordinary person. I'm Tetu. Am I an ordinary person?"
"Succubus, to be more precise, hybrid succubus..." The old woman smiled softly.
The expression on Tetu's face was a little awkward, and he shook his head and said, "Don't make fun of me. That kid Kyle is really kind. Being able to become the divine follower of Chang Ti Ya's crown can already explain everything."
With a kind smile on her face, the old woman snorted and said, "How do you know I'm talking about Kyle?
I heard that someone even gave him his holy symbol."
Hearing this, Tetu's expression became even more embarrassed.
The old woman was silent for a moment and said: "Actually, I don't necessarily need to be talking about Kyle..."
Finally she smiled: "Sin is not born of blood, but justice always follows a noble soul. Tetu, do you think he is suitable?"
"I don't think there is any problem!" Bishop Tetu said loudly.
"Then believe him, go on firmly, and don't imitate me." The old woman said calmly.
"ah?"
"Just pretend you didn't hear me. If you want to be the pope, you still have a lot to learn!"
The contemporary controller of the church, Pope Masefield, slowly covered the book and fell asleep.
In the dream, what he saw was the burning sacred mountain.
That murderous phantom became a lifelong nightmare for his father's generation.
It is said that on that day, the Holy Mountain flowed into rivers of blood, and now a considerable number of the upper echelons of the major churches in the Holy Cathedral have been emptied.
The saint who was regarded by many churches as the most evil being in history and even criticized arbitrarily in many folk myths and legends has become an unforgettable pain for the previous generation.
When he woke up from the dream, a strange smile appeared on his face.
Is it a coincidence or intentional?
This is really interesting! Mira Euphemia, Saint of the Dawn, did you already predict the ending of Holy Brinia back then?
"Faust!"
Masefield shouted loudly.
A ghostly figure appeared in front of Pope Masefield.
"His Holiness the Pope."
"Just call me sir, I've said it many times."
"Okay, Your Majesty the Pope."
"You are really boring. By the way, what do the Ibel Federation think about our previous actions recently?"
"Currently, the one who has the biggest reaction is the old lion from the Principality of Inkilans. He has been clamoring for a while to quell the group of crusaders we sent out."
"Lion-hearted? That's a troublesome man."
Faust hesitated for a moment and asked softly: "However, although we are both demigods, Lionheart seems to be in trouble for you, but can you still handle it?
After all, you have that thing, even a demigod must consider whether he can survive when facing you."
After all, Faust knew very well that his own Pope was a top demigod in his own right. It was very difficult for others to kill a demigod while still possessing powerful external forces. But for him...
That's not necessarily a problem.
But Pope Masefield shook his head and said:
"You can't touch Lionheart casually...because he is a lock."
"Lock?"
"In the Ibel Federation, who do you think is the most brutal among the guys who have survived since the establishment of the federation to this day?"
"The Lion-Hearted Duke who slaughters enemy legions and is victorious in every battle? Or the Bauhinia Duke who kills an entire country's army at every turn?" Faust said hesitantly.
Pope Masefield shook his head and said:
"No, you are wrong. The strongest one is the most cruel one!"
Faust was stunned for a moment and said subconsciously:
"You are talking about the federal consul Caesar, but he is well-known within the Ibel Federation. Even we can't say that someone has a problem without reason."
"That's why I said, you don't understand Caesar very well."
Masefield shook his head and said: "Lionheart is a lock that locks the desire for war in a man named Caesar.
Or you can say that because a considerable part of the war initiative was handed over to Lionheart, who has the strongest comprehensive combat ability and good military strategy ability in the Federation besides Caesar, this has limited the edge of the Ibel Federation."
Faust shook his head and said: "Where can I see the restriction? Now I just feel that the Ibel Federation is full of thorns, and I want to stab all of us."
"But at least we can still talk without you all dying."
"Um?"
"Do you think I'm kidding you?"
Pope Masefield said easily:
"If it was the beginning of the Ibel Federation, if we even showed the slightest idea of entering their territory now, within a few minutes, our Crusaders would have been directly killed by him.
That guy has no idea of negotiating with you, he only has one thought in his mind: move forward, move forward, move forward by any means necessary."
Masefield's affirmative tone made Faust hesitate:
"That's why you hope to plunge the Principality of Inkilans into a crisis of trust without making a move, thereby driving a wedge between the two in a short period of time.
Are you planning to use the Marquis of Grantham who surrendered to us as a knife to repeatedly test the bottom line between the Ibel Federation and the Principality of Inkilans?"
"There will eventually be a battle between me and him."
Masefield looked out the window and said softly:
“I don’t like killing, let alone destroying, but there are always some people who disrupt the order of the world and God’s pasture by relying on their little strength.
Whether Caesar wants to let ordinary people who don't have the talent to master power or get involved in that realm, I don't care, but before that, he must defeat me first, otherwise there is no need to talk about it.
Anyone who disrupts God's order will be punished. He must accept it honestly, or...let me use force to make him accept it."
Masefield's voice was as cold as January snow.
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Street Diary:
Me: The electrostatic capacitive keyboard is really easy to use. If you have to compare it, the mechanical keyboard is just a knock on your bones, the laptop is like a loose girl, and the electrostatic capacitor is pinching your face.
Xianyu: You seem to have become astringent? Although there are not many, it is a wonderful metaphor. But I think the first one is a girl, young and astringent, and the second one is a mature woman...
Me: Far from it. The mechanical keyboard should be like a girl who has been developed and matured. It will only make you think of bed and violently develop her desires. The laptop keyboard is like an ordinary-looking girl who is not familiar with it. It feels wrong when playing.
.And the electrostatic capacitance... is the female imp