"Young vampire leader, please calm down your anger first. Before I answer this question, I hope you will think about it calmly. The deputy head of the Heretic Trial Temple, Oisin Lewis, who is about to be killed by your sword. , is his life enough to repay the lives of these elves who were tortured to death? Or, combined with the lives of the captured black guards, is it enough? "
…
George didn't answer, he couldn't answer, and he even ignored the livid Arthur next to him.
No matter how many more people were killed, the lives lost were gone. He could not even tell whether he wanted to kill Oisin Lewis to comfort the spirits of the elves in heaven, or just for his own temporary anger.
George knew only too well that when anger cools down, leaving nothing but emptiness, so does revenge.
But one thing is certain, George's inability to answer does not mean that Oisin Lewis as the mastermind can survive, nor does it mean that the black guards as accomplices can survive.
Even though those black-clad guards are already Arthur's prisoners!
"Young vampire leader, what you really want is not just to punish the murderer, but to rest in peace for the deceased, so that no such tragedy will happen again in the world! You just know that you are unable to dig deeper, so you suppress your anger. , to force an end.”
As if penetrating George's soul, Solier's words hit his heart word by word. The two looked at each other again. George's eyes changed from initial hostility, to caution, to suspicion and distrust, and finally, Showing some fatigue.
"Soril, answer me, what is your purpose?"
George asked again, but even he didn't notice that his voice was actually a little less sharp than before.
And this is what Thorier expected to see.
"Young vampire leader, George Lucifer, Her Majesty the Queen sincerely invites you to attend the plane conference. As an envoy, I am here to greet you; please allow me to remind you that Oisin Lewis is just the chief culprit of the tragedy. Lackey, if you want to punish the manipulator behind the scenes, the Plane Conference is your best stage, and at that time, a living Oisin Lewis will be more useful than a corpse."
"You can choose to kill him now, or wait for a while before killing him. No matter what, when the meeting is over, the lives of the deputy master of the Heretic Trial Temple and his accomplices will be at your disposal."
…
Everyone present understood Solier's words, and his conspiracy to kill people with a borrowed knife was clearly exposed.
The Heretic Trial Temple has always done dirty work for the empire, and the filth in the temple has always been criticized by the world. For this reason, the actions of the black guards are lurking in the shadows as much as possible, making their existence appear vague and mysterious.
But if these dirty and dirty things are revealed to the world with evidence, what will happen to the entire Parada Empire?
Loss of face, moral condemnation, conflicts between nations, and even being reduced to a piece of meat on the sword.
But will George refuse? He had no reason to help the Parada Empire, and even the justice he truly desired was right in front of him.
"...Don't ever cooperate with those Smurfs, that's like trying to get skin from a tiger!"
The instructions of Lova's grandfather, the elf veteran Gramin, still echoed in George's ears, but the souls of the deceased elves still lingered over the Heretic Trial Temple, and their cries that refused to rest in peace ignited the bottom of George's heart. Even if he knew that he was being used by others, George did not want to back down——
Just make the best use of it, even the life of Oisin Louis, a scumbag, as long as the injustice suffered by the elves can be redressed, there is no harm in letting him live a few more days!
"Soril, you are talking nonsense. Did you hold the plane conference at your request? The plane conference is held every ten years. It has only been five or six years since the last time. If there is no major event that endangers the safety of the plane, how could it be possible? in advance?"
Although Arthur was so provocative, he also knew that the great Akan's national advisor would never fool him with such a thing.
So, did something really happen?
"The Sky of the Dead is about to get out of control."
Just eight words made everyone’s hair stand on end!
The canopy of the undead located above the Negolas Empire prevented the empire from seeing the sun all day long. In the beginning, a large number of the empire's population was forced to move to large cities protected by barriers to survive. A few people were left in remote villages. In the sunless soil, lacking water and food, they can only sit and wait for death, or fight with the hungry beasts in the wilderness, just to compete for each other's flesh and blood.
The winner lives for several days and continues to compete for resources until he dies; the loser dies with his eyes closed, his body is corroded by dark magic, and he eventually becomes one of the countless undead on this land.
This harsh living environment lasted for several years, until the ecosystem mutated and stabilized, until magic plants began to adapt to the environment, and until edible fungi replaced wheat as cereal grains, the famine and disasters on this land gradually subsided.
This was a disaster avoidance that the Negras Empire had fully prepared and received support from various countries. Imagine, if such disasters spread across the entire plane, and if the history of the Negras Empire became the future of the plane, how many lives would be lost?
That's hundreds of millions of lives devastated!
"Has the news been confirmed?"
"The Barbarian King Wozak saw it with his own eyes and co-organized this dimensional conference with the Queen. There is no lie. Wozak is currently staying in the Queen's palace. You can ask him personally."
Barbarian King Wozak is another heavyweight!
Arthur was silent. Now that he had said this, he couldn't help but not believe it.
However, Arthur was silent, but there were always people who didn't want him to be so silent.
"Kill me, quickly! Kill me before that Smurf takes action, kill the surviving black-clothed guards!"
Oisin Lewis's voice quietly reached Arthur's ears. Being monitored by the vampires, he could not commit suicide and could only turn to Arthur for help.
How to do?
In order to defend the face of the empire, slash your compatriots with a knife?
Or should we just give up and leave everything to fate?
To kill or not to kill, this is a multiple choice question!
Arthur sighed secretly, feeling a little tired.
"Wow!"
The sword flashed, and the sound of gold and iron clashing exploded behind him!
The weapon that wielded this sword light was not the archangel sword in Arthur's hand, but an iron sword shaped like a salted fish...
That is, Arthur's father, the old zombie Uther? !
The only person who reacted in time and blocked Uther's blow was the archevil lady Sirna, but the mithril soft sword in her hand was not suitable for fighting with others. After one blow, the soft sword broke with a sound, and the broken sword The sword head was like the sharpest hidden weapon, drawing a long wound on Oisin Louis' back, and blood spurted out instantly!
"Zombie Adjutant, do you want to rebel?! If so, old Tychus wouldn't mind giving you a ride!"
The reaction of the barbarian Tychus was not weak either. He did not catch up with the first mover. When Miss Sirna's weapon broke, he immediately took up the position and blocked Uther with a violent ax attack. In the middle with Oisin Lewis.
"I...I don't know what happened, my body started to move without permission. George, you understand me, I am your first lieutenant! How could I betray you?"
Uther, who had fought two battles in a row, was definitely not as strong as the barbarian Tychus at the moment, but even so, he still kept showing weakness and only defended instead of attacking, and at the same time, he distracted himself from shouting to George to beg for mercy.
Arthur on the side couldn't help but feel a little palpitated when he saw the old zombie's appearance. His right hand, which had been naturally drooping, was pressed on the hilt of the sword again.
However, this time he still failed to pull out the Archangel Sword, and the other hand pressed on the back of his hand.
"Everyone, please stop... There is no point in fighting anymore. He is already dead."
The person who spoke this time was George. Everyone stopped and looked in the direction of George's finger. It turned out that just when everyone was attracted by Uther's sudden attack, the deputy master of the Heretic Trial Temple, Oisin .Louis actually stretched his neck towards the broken sword tip stuck on the ground, and with a forceful stroke, he quietly cut himself off.
"Uther, put down your weapons, take off your armor, and I will punish you with one month of confinement. Blood Tribe Adjutant, take him away! And Arthur, you also accompany your father... Uther, please go back to the ship together. When I come back, Don’t act rashly before.”
"good."
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After dispatching the two time bombs, Uther and Arthur, George turned around and stared at Thorier, as if he wanted to see through the disguise on his face.
"You just noticed Oisin Lewis' strange behavior. Why didn't you stop him from committing suicide?"
"Young vampire leader, haven't you noticed it too?"
Thorier smiled, wanting to relax the tense atmosphere, but after seeing that George was still unmoved, he could only shrug his shoulders and tell the truth with a little helplessness.
"In the past, the royal family and nobles of the Parada Empire would take an alchemical potion called 'Angel's Blessing' before going to the battlefield. This medicine could resurrect them after being killed. It can be said that An alchemical potion hailed as a miracle.”
"It's just that after the Holy Fire of the Temple of Heaven in the Imperial Capital was extinguished, this potion could no longer be made, and the 'Angel's Blessing' gradually became a legend and was forgotten. Now, the Holy Fire of the Temple of Heaven in the Imperial Capital has been lit again, and this long-sealed It’s time for the legend of Chen to return to reality, and I don’t want to believe it if the deputy master of the Heretic Trial Temple has no right to drink such a divine thing.”
