I, the Lord of the End

Chapter 114, The Biggest Winner

The void space, the fantasy realm, the headquarters of the Blessing Void Sect, and the obsidian secret room.

This is a middle-aged man with black hair and black eyes. He looks about five or sixty years old. He is wearing a thick robe with three layers inside and three layers outside. Argyle scarf.

The middle-aged man's hair and beard are all white, but he doesn't look particularly old. His eyes are full of wisdom and vitality. He sits in a relaxed and freehand posture, with his fingers clasped in front of him, sitting on a rocker by the fireplace On the rocking chair, listening to the reports of his subordinates.

Arnold Barrigan, the head of the orthodox church of the Blessed Church, stood about four meters away from the middle-aged man, and reported to him everything he had experienced during this period of time following the saint, without reservation.

The middle-aged man kept his sitting posture and listened quietly the whole time. His wise eyes kept turning and thinking along with Arnold's report.

He is the legendary old pope of the Baixu Sect, who led the development of the Baixu Sect from being shouted and beaten by everyone in the Holy Empire to becoming a confidant of the Holy Empire. There are already hundreds of ring elite members, and their number even exceeds the sum of all the legendary powerhouses that the Holy Empire can mobilize in a short period of time.

Syed-Nicolas-Brispier-Adrian, his name.

"Really? Has the saint locked the target?" After listening to Arnold's report in front of the fire, the old pope paused for a few minutes, and then said slowly: "Okay, very good, Arnold, From now on, you should earnestly follow the saint."

"Yes...but Your Majesty, the saint's temper is unpredictable, she is happy and angry from time to time, and she has no rules at all. It all depends on her own preferences. I still can't figure out what she wants to do. She He attaches great importance to the chosen ones, to the point of being pathological, and wants to kill anyone who is not good for the chosen ones, but he continues to encourage some hypocrites to attack the chosen ones." The head of Zhengquan couldn't help but put forward Doubt in mind: "Will this affect our plan..."

"Plan? What plan do we have?" The old Pope shook his head nonchalantly: "Let her do it, Arnold, don't underestimate the wisdom of the saints, you have to understand one thing, we people talk about experience and virtual reality , The understanding of the Chosen One is worse than that of the Holy One, and I don’t know where it has gone.”

"Yes." Arnold bowed his head in silence.

"You are still confused." The old pope looked at the fire calmly.

"Your Majesty, please guide me."

"We are friends with the saints, not enemies. Although our goals may be different, our ultimate expectations are the same." Old Pope Said leaned on the pillow behind him, and he said relaxedly: "Otherwise I will won't do that."

Arnold's eyes were full of admiration for the old Pope.

Yes, Said is close to a thousand years old this year, and his lifespan is considered to be in his later years among the Supreme Beings of the Holy See. However, it is completely different from what the outside world knows. Although Said is getting old, he is still close to dying There is still a lot of time!

The news known to the outside world was deliberately released by the old Pope.

It was precisely because the Holy One was destined to act in a high-profile manner and could not be kept secret, that the old pope sent people to spread the news that he was on his deathbed immediately after he successfully summoned the Holy One, so as to hide his edge, otherwise he would worship the Holy One and teach the two saints , I don’t know how many forces in the world can’t sleep, they will definitely take action.

However, the old pope's strategy of "doing addition and subtraction" not only made all the forces on the continent feel the prestige of Worshiping the Void Sect, but it did not cause them to unite.

"The future of Worship Cult belongs to you and the saint after all, Arnold." The pope turned his head, and there was a whirlpool in his eyes: "I often think, if our inner circle elites are as good as you And reliable people are fine.”

"It's a pity that most of them are lunatics, neurotics, withdrawn people, childish people, and the most delusional people." The Pope shook his head again and again: "They are like sheep and need someone to lead them. I did it in the past. In the future, you and the saint The matching of the latter will certainly be able to do it.”

Arnold was silent.

"What did the saint do?" The old pope didn't say any more, his attention had already shifted to other things.

"She said she was going to Rezlan to solve a threat." Arnold said: "A threat that might affect the Chosen One, Tiger Brad followed her."

"understood."

As Arnold said, Helvetia, the capital of Rezlan, is on Klam Street.

The beautiful girl stood between No. 11 and No. 13 of Kramm Street. Her scarlet eyes covered by black bangs stared at the gap between the two walls, showing a terrifying and ferocious smile.

……… I am the dividing line of grinning………

"Good afternoon, Sid."

A gentle and soft voice came from the bedside, and Sid pretended to have just woken up: "Good afternoon."

The noble and glamorous imperial princess Celeste is still dressed in the most classic black vulture princess military uniform + crimson pantyhose. She just changed the field boots into black pointed-toe lace-up high-heeled shoes. Seeing Sid wake up She put her knees on the bed and hugged Sid's neck with both hands, and pressed her smooth jade forehead against Sid's face: "Do you feel better?"

"My head still hurts, but everything else is much better." Sid nodded gently.

He had mixed feelings, and he knew that Celeste cared about him.

"... After all, you looked directly at the King of Pain, Sid, you are really amazing." Celeste's gentle eyes like water swept across Sid's face, she stroked Sid's face, and smiled: " You made it, congratulations."

"You succeeded, and I want to congratulate you." Sid said calmly.

"Take a good rest, and leave the rest to me." Celeste ignored the great priest Cecilia behind her, and she held Sid's face in her hands and gave a passionate kiss.

She even stuck her tongue in, Sid thought as he did so.

"In my room, you are not allowed to sleep with other women." After leaving a faint warning in Sid's ear, Celesty, who was busy with affairs, faced the attendant who had already urged her for the second time at the door. Get up and leave.

She still compromised, she couldn't do without Cecilia's support.

Only Sid and the high priest were left in the room.

"What a stubborn little girl." Cecilia sat on the head of the bed, the high priest stared at the closed door, and said playfully, "Shall I tell you what she's thinking?"

"There's no need for this." Sid endured a headache and said softly, "She is the biggest winner in this incident."

Cecilia nodded in agreement.

Remember the "Pair in the Palace" that Sid and the princess had on the sofa before?

Sid once said that who is the murderer may be very important to Sid, but it is not particularly important to the Holy Empire. Not an unacceptable loss.

The most important thing is how to restore the prestige lost by the Holy Empire in this war, how to restore the influence of the Holy Empire.

Is there anything more capable of reviving the prestige of the Holy Empire than the Great Priest, the Supreme Holy See, personally killing the incarnations of the Seven Kings of Hell, piercing the sky with a 8000-meter blade of light and shocking the world?

The whole world must have felt the battle last night, right?

And the opponent is hell, it is impossible for foreign forces to interfere, and the Holy See can't do anything other than applaud loudly.

Can invite the great priest to act, can solve the threat of the devil, can find out the truth about the defeat in the Battle of Friedland, who should give the greatest credit?

There is no doubt that it is Celeste who is the special envoy of the empire.

Sid doesn't care about this point. His goal is revenge. He can use Celesty's power to complete revenge. He has already achieved his goal. He doesn't care about other things, even the final payment of 5000 gold crowns He doesn't have to, because he has gained too much from this journey.

"It seems that you are in a good mood? The hero of the wolf?" Cecilia's gentle and soft voice came from the bedside.

Sid turned his gaze to the edge of the bed.

The headache that plagued him suddenly eased greatly.

Cecilia was sitting on the edge of the bed, tilting her head and looking at herself with a smile on her face. Her long bright golden hair like a waterfall was neatly combed behind her. The white plush shawl hanging on the arm can make you feel comfortable and warm just by looking at it, exuding the incomparably holy temperament of an elegant lady.

If you take a closer look, you will find that Cecilia did not wear the crown of the great priest in the past, but chose a pure white sweet fairy tale romantic chiffon dress. The sleeveless velvet fabric looks smooth but elegant. It was unexpectedly transparent, and the ultra-low tube top couldn't conceal the great priest's greatness, leaving only two thin fabrics hanging on her plump body, but happened to cover her vitals.

The skin under the opening at the waist exudes a pure and flawless light, and the delicate skin like suet and jade shakes Sid's eyes, and several thin lines binding the diamond-shaped opening are slightly embedded in the skin of the side waist, leaving a few traces.

What Sid couldn't resist the most were the long legs in the seamless translucent white velvet stockings.

The big priest's plump and plump thighs, elegant lace pattern, just the right amount of sensuality, elegant calf curves, thin pleats of stockings at the knees and ankles, white silk jade feet bound by a finger-wide ribbon... everything is beautiful is so perfect.

The white silk ice cream is in line with Cecilia's holy and flawless temperament. The toes under the slightly fleshy velvet white silk stockings are not painted with any nail polish. Following Cecilia's movements, Sid's spirits are shaken. too concentrated.

"Oh? Why didn't you talk?" Cecilia smiled slyly when she saw that Sid looked a little dull. She gently reached out and untied the ribbon of her white sandals, and took off the open-toed sandals to reveal her two little white silk feet. Turning on the bed, leaning against the head of the bed and pulling over the quilt, he whispered in Sid's ear, "Will this make you feel better?"

The scent of ylang-ylang covered all of Sid's senses, and he said helplessly, "Stop teasing me, Your Majesty."

"Call me mentor."

"Okay, stop teasing me, mentor." Sid added, and he said to Cecilia, who had a charming smile on his face: "Mentor, if I'm not wrong, you're hurt, right?"

The funny smile on Cecilia's face disappeared with Sid's words, but in just a few seconds, she showed a brighter, more holy, and more natural smile: "Oh, I really hide everything. But you, Sid."

The expression on the face under the black veil blindfold was a little scared: "I'm still a little reckless."

"Reckless?" Sid asked puzzled.

The great priest arched his body, and Sid was forced to give up half of the pillows on the bed. Seeing that there was no outsider, Cecilia said cautiously: "A-Heima's strength recovery speed far surpasses mine. Sid, do you know that after the death of the previous Maharaja of Pain Heima, the new Maharaja Heima's initial strength was only on the edge of the Holy See, and any Holy See Supreme could easily defeat it at that time , except for that semi-holy of the Seven Shields."

"But now it's only been 20 years, the strength of Pain Maharaja - Heima has recovered to the point of being a very strong person in the Holy See. I thought it should not be a problem for me to defeat it with my strength, but I didn't expect to kill an incarnation It’s all so hard.” Cecilia showed a tired expression in front of Sid, and she gently rubbed the center of her brows: “If it’s a complete body, I can’t be its opponent. This recovery speed is simply unreasonable. But such is the law of hell."

"Even the Supreme Holy See can't compete with the Lord of Hell?" Sid said in surprise.

"Otherwise? Otherwise, why does hell always exist?" Cecilia was still a little scared: "Although I did allocate a part of my power to protect Wolf Castle and the surrounding area from being affected by the battle, what I want to say is that it is broken. Losing an avatar in one hand is nothing to the Lord of Pain."

"But...if you can't..." Sid's face sank.

Is this the blood moon rising?

No wonder three of the six dynasties of the Holy Empire were destroyed by the blood moon!
"Don't worry, the seal of the dragon god is still there. It is impossible for the incarnation of the majesty to enter the mortal world at will." Cecilia is more optimistic: "Unless the blood moon rises, so, Sid, you now know that I am not Almighty, right?"

"You are strong enough." Sid said with admiration.

"There's no need to say these polite words between us." Cecilia said casually: "I've used too much strength, lie down with me for a while, Sid."

"Ah... yes." Sid had no choice but to lie down according to the order of the great priest, and Cecilia didn't change her clothes, so she lay side by side with Sid.

Sid still had a headache, but he wasn't sleepy.

A few minutes later, Cecilia's voice came from Sid's ear.

"Be mentally prepared, Sid. Regarding this matter, the wolf is still arguing about it. Even if it has been confirmed, even if the Earl of Mecklen is demonized with his own eyes, even if the Lord of Hell shows up, the wolf is still fighting." In the debate, we should characterize this matter in this way." Cecilia said softly: "It's hard to say what will happen after that."

"The Earl of Mecklen was killed by me, what about his family?" Sid didn't seem surprised.

"According to what you think, all the Earl of Mecklen's family members are suspected of having devil blood, and now they are all locked up in dungeons for investigation. The trial court has taken over the matter. From what I know about Judge Hutten, all of them are I won't let it go." Cecilia gave her own speculation: "As for your reward..."

At the same time, Wolf Castle, Wolfs Palace, the temporary residence and office of the Wolf Grand Duke Gerhart.

A controversy is erupting here.

"Stop, stop, my lord, since the matter is over, why are you still entangled in some trivial matters here? Can't we sit down and finish this matter seriously, and Do we have to let things explode and cause damage to the image of our Holy Empire?"

The Wolf Grand Duke Gerhart was sitting behind the desk, his face was flushed, and he yelled at the imperial princess opposite.

"Do you understand our evil wolf? You don't understand our evil wolf. Why do you make such a judgment? What happened in Mecklen is a tragedy, and no one thinks about it. We obviously have a better way to solve this problem, but you Not focusing on the big picture."

"Who asked you to invite the great priest Cecilia to come down to solve the problem? Have you been reviewed by our wolf court?"

"I don't need anyone's approval, Your Highness Gerhardt." Celeste said coldly: "I am the special envoy of the Holy Empire, and I am here on behalf of the Black Eagle Emperor."

"Very good, very good, you Black Eagle royal family don't respect our autonomy tradition at all, you only know how to make things worse, so that everyone can't step down, and that little boy." Gerhart was angry She pointed at the floor in front of Celeste: "Do you know that many of us believe that the appearance of the Lord of Hell is not because of Mecklen, but because of Cecilia's crowning, She and the Lord of Hell are mortal enemies, and it was because of the Lord of Hell that she appeared!"

"It didn't have to be like this. You messed up everything, don't you understand?"

"You are the one who messed up everything, Gellhardt, don't you have any sense of shame that devil believers have mixed into your principality?" The imperial princess pressed her hands on the desk, and jumped forward, Face to face: "You are the lord of the principality, you have the right to self-government, you can turn a blind eye to the truth and tell everyone that this is just a misunderstanding, it is difficult for me to stop your decision, but..."

"Who, give, you, the power, dare to talk to me like this!!!" Gerhart was furious, and a dazzling silver flash exploded from inside his body.

Royal blood sublimation!

The small hands wrapped in white lace gloves also stretched out, grabbing the neckline of the Duke Wolf, and the golden light followed.

Royal blood sublimation!

Before the enraged Duke Wolf had time to growl, he was directly pushed back onto the chair!He struggled hard several times, only to realize to his horror that he couldn't push these hands at all.

"How long has it been since you fought, Gerhardt?"

The Grand Duke's eyes changed, and he re-examined the princess in front of him with an unfamiliar gaze.

There is also a gap in the power of imperial blood!
Celeste's ice-cold and beautiful face slowly approached like an avalanche of clouds: "Before making a decision, my Grand Duke, please think carefully before making a decision with all wolf nobles."

"If you simply take the appearance of the Lord of Hell as a personal enmity, but it turns out that your judgment was wrong? Do you have regret medicine?"

Gellhart's face was livid, and Grand Duke Wolf opened his mouth, but he couldn't come to a definite conclusion.

No one dares to draw such a conclusion, and no one can afford it.

"Huh~" The princess snorted coldly, and pushed the wolf's body: "We will discuss this matter later, what we want to discuss now is, what reward should be given to the real hero of the wolf?"

"What do you want?" Gerhardt said angrily.

"I heard that there is a legendary firecracker in the principality's treasury in Holy Flame City, named—Twin Silver Wolf?"

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