God after all

Chapter 181 The Destruction of the Cathedral of Constantine
The king's life is difficult, and his courtiers are worried about it.

On the one hand, they have introduced something terrible into the city, and the persistent nightmare may be a sign of some kind of impending doom.

On the other hand, countless capable men and strangers in the empire were helpless against the continuous nightmare of the king.

That night, Angus, who had sat on the throne at the age of 15, was awakened by the nightmare again, and clearly saw that the dream had become a reality.

In the bedroom, light and shadow danced like monster tentacles, refracted in from the window.

The thunder outside was loud, and the cold wind roared mournfully.

I don't know when the heavy rain fell, and the strong wind blew open several stained windows. The frightened Angus saw the buildings around the city flickering with flames.

The most terrifying scene was that the sacred and majestic Constantine Cathedral was in flames.

The flames outlined a black outline, the Hong Zhong rang an anxious sound, and countless crows circled around the flames, screaming tragically.

Together with the endless flames and violent storm, they ruthlessly devastated that premier cathedral.

It looked crumbling, with several high stone buttresses crumbling and several ornate minarets tipping down.

The tall statue of Constantine stands on the left side of the church door, smiling in the sea of ​​flames, with a calm expression, perfect and dignified like a god.

The door opened a gap, and a dazzling light from outside was projected into the room.

The young king instinctively squinted his eyes and saw the attendant pushing the door open.

"Your Majesty, the wise man is here!"

The attendant stood a little far away, very close to the door, bent over.

Angus couldn't see the expression on the face with his head slightly lowered, but felt that it looked completely different from the light and shadow of the candlelight, like a cold puppet without life.

"What happened?"

The young king had a murderous look on his face, and his voice was as cold as a stone.

He looked at the slightly trembling body of the attendant, and felt that his hands were trembling involuntarily.

"Your Majesty! The dark nobles... attacked the Constantine Cathedral."

There was uncontrollable fear in the servant's voice.

Angus shuddered, and suddenly realized what had happened to him.

The seductress Li Yunji, who was arrested by the empire after all the painstaking efforts, was actually involved with the demon god. Perhaps this woman's mischief was a conspiracy designed by the demon god.

The Heavenly Father Yahweh concealed the truth and made him suffer such a big event, and Angus was filled with indescribable anger at this moment.

"Your Majesty! The wise man is still outside, do you need to be summoned?"

Suppressing the intense fear and panic in his heart, Angus just said "Quite!" in an emotionally unstable voice.

The attendants retreated, moved to the hall, and summoned the wise man.

This is Constantine, a 400-year-old old man with a white beard that grows almost to the ground.

The premier cathedral of the ancient Faxie Empire, named after him.

He is a sage and wise man who walks on the earth. He is one of the twelve disciples accepted by the heavenly father Jehovah.

Over the past 400 years, he has served six successive monarchs of Karemed, and Angus is the youngest one.

This figure at the level of a veteran of the empire also contributed a lot to the capture of the temptress Li Yunji, and contributed a lot of strength to make suggestions.

His head was wrapped with a gray turban, his body was covered with gray robes, his waist was bent to a straight parallel arc, his wrinkled old face was like dry bark, and his loose earlobes were pulled up to his chin.

Although his appearance is full of the vicissitudes of being more than 400 years old, his standing posture and behavior with a cane reveal incredible vitality.

"The dark aristocrats are making trouble, did the wise man come to see me now?"

When the king was furious, the most respected elder in the empire actually knelt down on his knees and lay prone on the ground.

"The common people within a hundred miles were reduced to the objects of the dark aristocrats manipulating their minds, and they burned the Constantine Cathedral.

At that time, the situation was beyond my control. I could only set up an enchantment to protect the important grounds of the palace, and prevent the king's land under His Majesty's feet from falling. "

Angus was trembling with anger, and started coughing as soon as he became anxious.

The huge candle burning in the room reflected his pale and haggard face, and his handsome and handsome face looked sad in the hazy light.

"So I can sleep soundly until now and wake up, thanks to the blessing of the wise man."

The young king twitched his lips and smiled mockingly.

He sat quietly on the immaculate white and gorgeous big bed without moving, and his figure looked a little lonely.

The wise man knelt down and remained silent.

"My lord, get up first." Angus said with a slightly relaxed expression.

The old man stood up in response to the sound and stood still.

"Tell me, what does it mean that the dark nobleman controls the mind?"

"This is the work of the Clilot Tuya family, using the sound of the flute to confuse people."

When he heard the name "Clilot Tuya", Angus felt his breath suffocated - this name represented an ancient family, and it was a disgrace in the history of the ancient Fax Empire!

About 500 years before the empire, [-] years ago, during the last period ruled by Gilbert XII, the Krillottuya family was not only born of princes and nobles, but its branches and collaterals permeated the entire empire.

However, this huge family began to decline in the generation of the young Duke Lelyon, and the real and complete demise began when the demon race returned from recovery.

Angus shook his head, unable to bear to recall those terrible historical pasts.

"Is this the only family responsible?"

"The demon god has also appeared."

The old man spoke calmly and stood aside without saying a word.

His narrowed eyes opened slightly, and his eyes with sharp brown pupils fell on the ground all the time, without looking up at the king.

"The army guarding there was wiped out, even the Holy Spirit Knights..."

Having said that, the old man Constantine couldn't bear to continue talking.

Angus answered and asked, "How about Lord Edward?"

"The life and death of the King of Knights is unknown." Constantine's words became heavy, "The church has been reduced to a place where demons and gods ravage, and the outside world has no way of knowing whether the people inside are alive or dead."

Young Angus took a deep breath and tried to keep himself calm, not realizing that his fingers were shaking.

"Is the temptress Li Yunji still in the church?"

"she……"

Constantine swallowed hard, feeling that his throat was so blocked that it was already very difficult to say one more word.

"Please speak bluntly, my lord wise man."

"Forgive me for my incompetence, I don't know."

Angus clenched his fist with five fingers, covering his slightly aching left chest unbearably.His heart was already bad.

"Aren't we helpless like this? Aren't there still a few holy kings who have been appointed by the heavens to protect the law? Where are they?"

There was a sudden noise outside the house, and the explosion and riots shocked the king's bedroom.

The swaying wind and rain poured into the gaping gap of the window, blowing the black gauze curtain.

Angus got up and got out of bed, stepped on bare feet and approached the window, staring at the night city under the flickering flames, and noticed several luminous figures fighting together in the sky.

Four holy kings protect the law, besieging a certain target in front, back, left, and right.

This subject, who was being attacked on all sides, condensed the purple light of thunder and lightning all over his body, and his clothes were full of holes burned by the platinum holy light.

The scars on the chest, abdomen, shoulders, and arms healed at an incredible speed. The most shocking thing was that a gun barrel inserted into his left chest sank into his back, leaving a large part of the end.

"Do you only have these two skills?"

It seems that he is in a disadvantaged position, but he is not. The man under siege is the demon god Sebastian.

The moment he easily pulled out the spear from his chest, his figure drifted in place and attacked a female guardian.

(End of this chapter)