Late at night, in the Chelyabinsk hotel, Edward, who had his black hair tied in a ponytail and was drawing a drawing at his desk, suddenly got a shock. The charcoal pen in his hand shifted a little, leaving a zigzag track on the drawing.
It raised its head, looked in the direction of Berlin, and frowned without any trace.
Just now, it felt its clone collapse...no, it should be said to be erased.
Edward did not receive any information from the clone. Under normal circumstances, even if its clone collapsed, there should be news sent back.
"Berlin is indeed protected by gods." In the murmur, Edward put down the charcoal, walked out of the room, and knocked on Ma Wei's door next door.
"What's up?"
It didn't take long for Ma Wei to open the door, wearing pajamas and holding a book left by the Apocalypse Cult in his hand. The kerosene lamp was still on the desk, and he didn't sleep either.
"I want to go out for a while," Edward said.
"Where to go? What to do?"
"Going to pick up the family members, they are in a little trouble and are being hunted by the gods."
Ma Wei felt a thump in his heart and asked, "Is it the God of Judgment, Thecula, who is chasing them? Has he arrived?"
"I don't know, but the clone I sent to protect my family members collapsed, and I also felt a powerful force coming from the direction of Berlin. The other party kept getting closer, and it was most likely chasing my family members."
"How is that power compared to the health goddess Wilder? Who is stronger?"
Edward thought about the three goddesses of fate he had encountered in New Ross, and considered: "If you only look at their strength, they are not much different. It is difficult to compare the winners and losers, but the gods who are chasing my family give me a kind of The feeling of extreme danger, the threat is greater than the three goddesses of fate."
"Do you need help?"
"No, I'll be back soon."
After untying the ties that bound his long hair and letting his long black hair fall down, Edward threw the room key to Mavi and said expressionlessly: "Don't let anyone enter my room. There are too many drawings in it. I don't want to mess it up."
"....good."
Snap!
Edward stomped his feet, drilled through the wooden roof of the hotel, and rushed into the night. Ma Wei looked at the big hole above his head and opened his mouth. He didn't know what to say for a moment.
"Can't you just go out and fly again...Oh, I have to find someone to repair the roof tomorrow..."
The next day, Katerina also learned the news of Edward's departure. She was optimistic about this: "If the god of judgment, Theracula, can be forced to come in person to pursue him, it means that the vampires have succeeded. Suppose the king is kidnapped. , but I also want to pursue the enemy. This is no longer a matter of revenge, but a matter of face."
If he arrests someone under his nose, the one he captures is still the king. Anyone will be furious. Once the news gets out, the Kingdom of Frederick and the Judgment Cult will be disgraced.
but....
What happened in Frederick's Kingdom also reminded Katerina. She believed that if she became king in the future, she would never set up her palace outside the city. That would be too inconvenient. Orders are a trivial matter, but the key is Security Question...
The church is in the city and the palace is outside the city. Once something happens to the palace, it will take time for the church to respond no matter how fast it is.
Fortunately, she is not a person who is greedy for pleasure and will not build a huge palace just for enjoyment.
In the era of the coming of gods, the royal family must be established within the protection of the church as much as possible. Otherwise, the situation of William V will happen. When someone comes, they arrest the person and run away, but you can only chase after him. .
"The enemy should be coming soon, Father." Katerina said: "Be prepared for battle. If you steal someone else's king, you will face their revenge."
"Do you regret it?" Ma Wei asked.
Katerina immediately asked, "Do you regret it?"
"I do not regret."
"I don't regret it either. What is supposed to come will always come. They killed ten thousand of my soldiers. This revenge must be avenged! I will make them pay back ten times!" Katerina said with cold eyes: "Someone else beat you. With one punch, you should knock him down completely, fight him! Use your fist to tell them that some people should never be messed with! An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth... This is my truth!"
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9 a.m., Ifjeli.
Sunlight shone into the window sill, and Archbishop Henry, who was sitting on the edge of the bed, held a twenty-centimeter-tall wooden statue in his hand. The statue glowed brightly, and sounds continued to come out.
"How dare they do such a thing...Aren't they afraid of incurring revenge from the God of Judgment?"
After listening to the oracle, Archbishop Henry kissed his fingers and then shook his head: "You are so courageous. You don't take God in your eyes at all. It is no different from seeking death..."
The monk standing on the side with the blue archbishop's robe in his hand said: "Archbishop, this is a good thing for us. We can take this opportunity to get rid of the Church of Truth."
Archbishop Henry glanced at the monk: "What nonsense are you talking about? Go and inform Duke Ivanovich and ask him to separate two armies and follow me to support Chelyabinsk."
"Do you want to help?" The monk asked in surprise: "If we take action, we will be at odds with the Judgment Cult."
"Enmity? The Cult of Wisdom and the Cult of Judgment have been in tit-for-tat for a long time, no less than this time." Archbishop Henry waved his hands disapprovingly, put on his robe with the help of the monks, and said softly: "The person in the prophecy has appeared, although We cannot be certain of the true identity of the person who made the prophecy, but to be on the safe side, we still have to protect the Church of Truth from being destroyed before the day of God’s coming, otherwise the situation will be out of our control.”
"Why?" The monk looked puzzled.
"Because prophecies cannot go wrong. If the person making the prophecy is not the Church of Truth, it means that someone else will start the Age of Gods. In this case, we cannot get rid of the church that started the Age of Gods immediately. This will give There are hidden dangers in the future, and we don’t need an additional church force to divide the territory, do you understand?”
"I understand, if there is one more person to share the cake, we will share less of the cake."
"That's the truth, and..." Archbishop Henry said quietly: "No matter what, we and the Judgment Cult are also born from the same divine system. The intervention of the new god will break the situation we have carefully constructed. Unfortunately, we only I got half of the stone tablet, but the other half of the prophecy was missing. If I could get it, I could have a clear prediction of the future situation... It's a pity, it's a pity."
"The other half of the prophecy may fall into the hands of the Church of the Three Goddesses of Destiny."
"Maybe. No one knows the specific situation. In short, everything is going according to plan. Go bring the Saint and ask her to go to Chelyabinsk with me!"
"yes!"
