An oppressive and suffocating atmosphere appeared, whether it was soldiers or civilians who were present.
Without even daring to show off, these two people, one is the bishop of the Pavilion Lao Tuan and the other is the royal orthodoxy, representing the top words of their respective camps.
"laugh!"
After more than ten seconds of silence, Michelit sneered, his eyes filled with disdain and disdain.
He said loudly: "Welcome to His Majesty the Emperor!"
As he finished speaking, to the southwest, only about ten meters away from the high platform of the execution ground, was a three-story building.
It is an old-era British-style building with a large balcony garden style on the top floor.
Emperor Enge, who had not been seen for a long time, was supported by his guards and slowly came to the balcony.
Time has left ravines on his face.
The crown on her head is inlaid with sparkling gems, and she wears a gorgeous robe, which is embroidered with exquisite patterns.
He held a scepter in his hand, which symbolized supreme majesty. The top of the scepter was inlaid with a fist-sized ruby.
It is not just a decoration, it also contains terrifying energy. In the hands of non-royals, it is just a useless decoration.
However, in the hands of the Daniel royal family, it can exert energy that is no less than that of an angel.
Since the war broke out, Emperor Engel has appeared for the first time.
It instantly detonated the atmosphere of the whole place.
The roar of mountains and tsunami was deafening, and they shouted:
"Long live His Majesty the Emperor!"
Emperor Enge raised the scepter in his hand, and the red gem emitted a dazzling light.
What followed was his majestic and deep voice, full of energy and not at all like an old man in his twilight years.
"The sun will never fall, and the light will eventually shine on the earth, Aboy~"
Everyone roared in unison:
"Apoi~" That is the honorific title of the ancient sun god.
Charles' face was very ugly, and he stared at Michelit with resentful eyes. He didn't even look at Emperor Engel, his so-called father.
Also because of the appearance of Emperor Enge, a fight that was about to riot was temporarily suppressed.
Joey was put on death row. Only then did he know why he was not executed.
Alyssa used all the research results in exchange for Joey not to die.
The place where he was imprisoned was like a well. He was in an endless abyss, surrounded by darkness, with only a skylight above his head emitting faint light.
Cold and lonely, he sat on the ground with a dull expression on his face, staring blankly at the beam of light coming from the window.
The invisible feeling of suffocation tightly clasps my heart, tightening it tighter and tighter until I can't breathe.
The physical pain is completely negligible compared to the psychological pain.
. . . .
On the high platform of the execution ground, Engel was still inspiring his subjects impassionedly.
Just when everyone thought that the war that had lasted several months was about to stop.
Emperor Enge suddenly covered his face and spit out a mouthful of blood. His eyes widened, and he fell on his back, his breath dying instantly.
Michelit and Charles looked at each other at the same time, both trying to find the answer in the other's eyes.
After all, Michelit was an old man and he reacted quickly.
He shouted loudly:
"The second prince, Charles, poisoned His Majesty the Emperor. Come with me to avenge His Majesty!"
The sound of gold and iron horses is rising!
With the sudden sudden death of Emperor Engel, fighting resumed.
Compared with the previous two times, this time was more tragic because the high-sequence extraordinary person ended up.
In Charles's unwilling roar, the battle that took several months came to an imperfect end.
Michelit became the final winner.
The Enge royal family has a small population, with only two sons.
This is one of the reasons why some people question Charles's rebellion.
As the only son of Emperor Engel, the throne clearly belonged to him, and launching a coup would not be worth the gain.
Michelit held up the staff that symbolized supreme authority. He could not move it, but it had more of a symbolic meaning.
The fights between superiors are never something that civilians can participate in.
Anyone with a discerning eye can see that Michelit is ambitious, and now it is even more obvious.
However, they had no choice but to passively accept the result.
The first order issued by Michelit was to disclose the method of cultivating the seeds of 'hope'.
He perfectly interprets the saying 'if you have breasts, you are a mother'.
Amidst the cheers, Michelit was crowned the great treasure.
Climbing high and looking far into the distance, he looked at the cheering crowd below the high platform, his deep eyes swept across, and his ambition was extremely expanded.
"Next, we have to solve some minor problems."
Looking to the northwest, Michelit's figure flashed away.
No one noticed that the gray mist became a little richer in color.
. . .
In the dark and lightless death cell, Joey Creevey stared blankly at the only source of light from the skylight above his head.
There are four walls and a deep well in the dungeon. If you want to escape, there is only one way, which is to climb up.
At a distance of more than ten meters, the wall was still covered with tung oil. Without external force, trying to escape was nothing more than a dream.
There are several bones in the dungeon, which seems to be the fate that Joey will face.
His lips were chapped, and the hunger in his belly was consuming his energy.
His hair was messy, his eyeballs were bloodshot, and his left leg was pierced by a bone. This was an unlucky thing that he accidentally encountered when he was dropped.
The pain in his body had already made him numb. He forced himself to pull out the bone spur, and blood spurted out in an instant.
Hiss~
Gritting his teeth, he simply wrapped it with a rag.
"How could you bear to deceive her?"
Joey didn't care what his fate would be, but he was angry that these people clearly received Alyssa's benefits, but failed to do what they promised.
yes!
He did save a small life!
But what's the point, it's just a few more days.
I'm afraid, Alyssa was still happy about this when she was dying. Thinking he saved Joey.
"The hermit who returns from the old days,
The great being above the ashes"
. . .
Joey's low and sorrowful voice sounded.
A yellowed book page appeared from the void, the paper exuded a gleaming light, and a line of words gradually appeared.
"Oh! My Lord, how can I serve you?"
Joey didn't waste any time and went straight to the point, asking: "How to get out of here?"
Swish, brush, brush~
Soon, a simple map appeared, which not only marked the route, but also avoided many dangerous areas.
"Now you can ask questions," Joey said.
"Oh! Great Master, have you eaten today?"
"No!"
"Okay, you have answered my question, is there anything else I can do for you?"
Returning the pages of the book to the gray fog space, Joey began to dig deeper with a knife.
It has to be said that weapons with extraordinary attributes are much stronger than ordinary forged weapons.
The hard ground looked like nothing under the sharp blade of 'Quenching', and in less than two minutes, a large pit was dug.
As time went by, the hole was dug deeper and deeper, and he himself didn't know how much time had passed.
Finally, after a "plop" sound, it was like popping a balloon. In an instant, the ground under his feet collapsed and fell downwards.
boom!
'Ouch, holy shit! '
He fell hard, his body tumbling downwards, hitting rocks from time to time.
Finally, two minutes after falling, he plunged into the soil.
The first feeling coming from the body is not pain, but a refreshing fragrance.
He raised his head blankly, looked around, and his expression suddenly froze.
A tree emitting glittering green light stands tall, with lush branches and leaves, full of greenery, which is the breath of life.
The branches are winding and twisting, like the lines drawn by a painter with a fine brush. It is green and densely packed together, like a green ocean, suffused with waves of life.
This kind of thing is absolutely impossible to appear in Senegal. How can healthy plants grow in the mutated land?
There is the fragrance of earth in your nose, and in the depths of your mind, long-lasting memories appear before your eyes like a dream.
He was in a field of sunflowers.
With the tree as the center, it is surrounded by a sea of flowers.
The stamens of the sunflower are facing the tree, as if it were the sun.
My body suddenly felt a warm current coming towards me. It was the warmth of the sun.
He lowered his head in astonishment, his injured foot was itching unbearably, and he unwrapped the bandage.
It was discovered that the wound was healing at an incredible speed.
Within a moment, my whole body felt refreshed, and I felt full of strength after moving my hands and feet.
"A land without pollution! What is He..."
The restlessness from the divine convinced Joey that this was not an ordinary tree, and he did not dare to approach it rashly.
He had a deep understanding of this feeling when he faced the archangel, Nurmaimaiti Plato.
His fingers gently brushed against a sunflower beside him, and he broke off a melon seed and put it into his mouth.
He walked forward slowly and slowly, his hands shaking uncontrollably, showing the excitement in his heart at this moment.
Tony died and he didn't shed any tears.
Alyssa died, but he also didn’t shed tears.
Now, I can't stop crying.
He laughed hoarsely, "I'm not alone! It turns out I'm not alone!"
Sunflowers would never appear in this world, let alone in the unknown depth of the earth.
It's growing so well, it's obvious that someone took good care of it.
Further forward, there is a small house. Open the door gently and walk in.
The furnishings inside are very simple, a table, a chair, and a bed. The most eye-catching thing is a picture framed on the wall.
With a trembling voice and tears in his eyes, Joey read word by word:
"One inch of mountains and rivers, one inch of blood, one hundred thousand young people and one hundred thousand troops"
"If you only care about the country's life and death, how can you avoid it because of misfortunes and blessings?"
This is Chinese writing, every word is precious, and each stroke contains deep emotions.
Joey started rummaging frantically, trying to find more things that could confirm the identity of the owner.
In this world, he can accept even if a fellow villager is a foreigner, not to mention that the owner of the house is probably Chinese like him, so how can Joey not be excited.
I searched for a long time and found nothing useful.
My mood, which was ups and downs, began to hit rock bottom.
He stared at the tree with sharp eyes, but after all, he still didn't get closer.
Although he didn't feel any danger, he decided not to take any risky action.
Looking at the large field of sunflowers, he did not choose to destroy them, although the melon seeds were indeed very sweet.
Following the map provided on the book page, I quickly discovered the exit, which was a winding staircase.
I turned back to take one last look at the sea of sunflowers, then turned and stepped into the passage.
. . . .
Let’s talk about the other side.
Michelit rushed to Earl Allen's Mansion in a hurry, but the barrier used for isolation had no effect on him.
He walked in easily.
His arrival quickly attracted everyone's attention.
Vader Wesker looked at his old friend with a strange expression on his face.
"Long time no see, Wade, I thought you were dead long ago"
"Michelit, your body~"
Wade's scrutinizing eyes looked at him.
Michelit opened his robe and exposed his upper body without any scruples.
His skin had a silver-white metallic texture.
It was obvious that he had transformed his body.
"Where's Goras?" Michelit looked around and didn't see the person who was supposed to be there. Then he looked at Wade with a strange look and said:
"Did you kill him?"
Before Wade could answer, another playful female voice sounded:
"Everyone is here!"
Michelit had always had a calm expression on his face since he came in. After hearing these words, his whole body froze in place.
Cold sweat broke out in big drops on his forehead.
He turned his head stiffly and saw Maimaiti looking at him with a smile.
She held a flower umbrella in her hand, and her eyes under the lenses were cunning.
Michelit's Adam's apple squirmed, and he found that for a moment, he couldn't make any sound.
He is a demigod, possessing part of the divinity. In this case, if the other party had not spoken aloud, he would not have noticed the existence of another person at all.
Even now, with the other party standing in front of him, he still couldn't sense anyone's presence.
It's like the eyes catch the picture, but the inspiration cannot be sensed.
If he hadn't experienced it personally, he would have thought that the woman in front of him was just an illusion.
"Who are you!"
Maimaiti just looked at him with a smile and did not make any response.
She tilted her head, her eyes wandering, and glanced back and forth at the three of them.
"Ahem!" Wayne covered his chest and coughed up blood from the corner of his mouth.
"Necromantic Cult?" Michelit glanced sideways and judged Wayne's identity from his clothes, and snorted: "A bunch of sewer rats."
With his eyes slightly raised, he had classified Maimaiti into the sect.
"Michelit, join forces?" Wade suggested.
In fact, he was betting again and blowing up Maimaiti to see if she would be afraid of the two demigods joining forces.
Even if the other party shows a hint of weakness, he will take action without hesitation.
There is a big difference between angels and archangels.
One is a Sequence 3, and the other is a Sequence 2. They are only one Sequence apart, and their strength is indeed very different.
The two demigods can still deal with Sequence 3 angels if they join forces.
If Maimaiti was just an angel, he would kill him without hesitation.
The imagination is beautiful, but the reality is very cruel.
Maimaiti didn't even look at the two of them.
Her attention remained on the illusory door.
The gap between the doors gradually opened.
The illusory outline is also solidifying little by little.
It's like opening a channel between reality and fantasy.
"As if that wasn't enough!"
As she spoke, she stretched out a white hand to grasp the void.
