Fairy’s Box

A long walkway leads to the rooms on the southwest side of the palace, where Bishop Joseph has lived since this time. The main color of the room is sacred white. From outside the window, you can see the branches of an ancient oak tree—the distant view of the suburbs of the royal capital—two bare rock mountains sloping in opposite directions, reflecting the moment. The sun's rays are like snow-white wings hanging down from heaven.

When Wallace arrived with the holy spear, the old bishop seemed to be waiting outside the door for a long time.

"How about it?"

That's what the king asked when he saw Joseph's first words.

"Please come in and talk."

The bishop's voice was very soft, and it seemed faint in the breeze, as if it would melt into the air at any time.

Wallace nodded and walked in without saying a word.

After all, Joseph's room was a clergy's room. As soon as he pushed the door, he smelled a strong odor of Polis spice. The furnishings in the room were not gorgeous, and even had a light and airy feeling, which was not in line with the bishop's usual routine. style.

When the king pushed the door, he saw the curtain on the opposite side lift slightly, revealing the view of a corner of the garden behind, and Wallace's entry brought a breeze to the room.

The breeze lifted the curtains of a large fabric bed in the center of the room. The original owner of this bed used to belong to the king himself, and now serves as the bishop's final resting place. At this moment, there is a long reddish-brown Sacred Skull cloth on it. A vague figure with arms crossed his chest could be vaguely seen.

This is a holy weapon that only cardinals can hold. It has the function of washing away all sins, and can carry the soul of the dead into the highest heaven. Each holy cloth has only one service life.

Usually, only certain cardinals who are deeply sinful and unable to return to the kingdom of heaven will lie on the sacred cloth for the last mass before their death, waiting for the light of heaven.

As early as a few days ago, Joseph had been lying on the holy corpse cloth and fell asleep, and since this time, he had not dripped water and maintained his prayers day and night.

Yes, he is begging to die.

Believers in the Father are not allowed to commit suicide, and sinners who violate this commandment cannot enter the kingdom of heaven, but clothed in holy burials, there is no such concern.

"Rosevia's army on the southern front has already invaded the city, and my army cannot resist. The lords of the northern front clearly have an advantage, but they are inseparable from the restoration army, and there is a possibility of mutiny at any time... Your Excellency Bishop, I It's over, and the layout of the Liberty Alliance for decades is over..."

The sunken-eyed king walked behind him and said in a very tired voice.

"Father will protect his darling, always..."

Joseph raised his head with difficulty, a faint light flashed in his eyes, and said weakly, "My child, I will do my best to help you, and this is the last chance for you and me."

"what should I do?"

Wallace looked sideways at the back of the bishop and asked impatiently.

"Following the will of His Majesty the Pope, I will help you maintain your rule at all costs, and now, the only thing I can do is to die." The cardinal's expression was indifferent, and he could ascend to the kingdom of heaven at any time. There is no fear of death.

"To...die?

Although he knew that the other party would continue talking, the king couldn't help but ask aloud.

"Although I am a sinner, my position is still a cardinal. With the power of the holy corpse cloth, the supreme heaven will send down grace to receive my soul..."

Joseph twitched his lips a few times, turned his body swayingly, looked into Wallace's eyes, and said in a serious tone:

"At that time, you must be bathed in the light of connection. There is the gap between heaven and the world. The spear of destiny will release the power far beyond the present, and you will gain unparalleled power!"

"..."

The king did not speak, but his eyes were bright.

...

June in Edinburgh was supposed to be a busy farming season, but now, looking around, the former manor fields in the suburbs are full of weeds and thorns.

The city bank of Edinburgh shouted for a long time, and dozens of thick smoke shot into the sky.

The majestic and huge city wall has been blasted in many places. Under the eye-catching supervision of the core army of the Governor's Mansion, tens of thousands of the descendants of the Highland Kingdom were driven away in cold blood. The ants were desperately charging into the city, and the guns at the head of the city were mercilessly attacking the same clan. Fall, every moment, there are Celtic injured and fell.

Another batch of giant trebuchets loaded with rock monsters arrived ahead.

For a moment, the obscuring rocks cut through the sky.

"Boom boom boom boom" a series of loud noises, in the sand and gravel, a section of the city wall was crumbling, and suddenly, the entire battlefield, the cheers of the governor's palace army broke out like a landslide and tsunami!

The commander-in-chief of the Celtic Governor's Palace, Yalei stood on the high platform, and around him, the legions hunted in the wind like blood banners. The guards were all dressed in fine heavy armor, and their weapons flashing with cold murderous intent reflected a dazzling light. In the distance, tens of thousands of auxiliary troops of monsters lined up with murderous aura.

Above the void, the invisible source of fear roared wildly, with a deep and dignified pitch-black color, traversing the sky and the earth, like a giant sword piercing the sky, rolling the wind and clouds.

The black-haired knight stared into the distance and suddenly sighed.

"Boss, we are already under the city now, and there are tens of thousands of soldiers under his command as cannon fodder. The Highland Kingdom is at your fingertips, why are you sighing?" Clark beside him asked in confusion.

"Alas, the troops are already approaching the city, but they only see a group of skirmishers resisting indiscriminately, and their king is not seen. Either Wallace has heard the news and fled, or Ling has a plan."

At this moment, the battle flag in the distance shook, and the sky was dark, and another black barrage rushed up, covering the sky and covering the sun.

As the roaring comet fell, a large section of the city wall collapsed with a bang with screams of highland soldiers.

The horn blared, one after another, sounding in everyone's heart.

After receiving the signal, the core corps quickly pressed forward, driving more Celtic troops to descend, constantly filling in, without giving the defenders a chance to breathe. There were several gaps, and there was a tendency for floods to rush to the dam.

Another thick city wall in the distance continued to crack, and finally collapsed with a loud "bang".

"Rush, rush in!"

The drums of war shook the sky, and the guards of the Governor's Mansion finally launched. The sound of its charge was like thunder, and the thunder-like footsteps rolled away, giving the enemy the final blow.

"Thinking about it, I swept all the way from Glagol to Edinburgh, killing countless people, but the Free Alliance has never moved... This is not normal."

Yale didn't see the fierce battle situation in front of him, he stared at a distance, his eyes were distant:

"I don't believe that they are willing to give this sword to the throat of the empire... Anyway, after the city is broken, I am afraid that it will take a period of time to clean up to prevent them from leaving any traps behind."

The surrounding artillery roared in all directions, but he couldn't hide his voice. Shiz and others tightened their eyebrows, bowed their heads and said nothing, showing an expression of concern.

At this moment, several messengers rushed out from the northern city wall with a black-robed man.

As he approached a little, the tall, thin and tall Rune warrior bowed down in front of him, revealing a face with thick eyebrows and big eyes. He directly touched his chest with one hand, and half-knelt said:

"Your Excellency, do you remember me?"

"Of course, the warrior who guards the Fannon family, how is Kenneth now?" Yale asked loudly, looking into his eyes.

"Apart from being unable to walk, His Royal Highness is currently in good health, but after the fall of Edinburgh... everything is under your will."

The man in black robe raised his head and looked at each other with piercing eyes, the meaning of his words was self-evident.

"I count."

The black-haired knight gave him a definite reply, waved his hand and said, "Leave Edinburgh with Kenneth now. After breaking the city, I'm afraid the blade is ruthless."

Hearing these words, the man in black robe, who has devoted his life to serving the royal family and killing murderers, still felt an indescribable melancholy. After being silent for a while, he touched his chest and saluted again:

"Thank you for your kindness and generosity..."

Under the high stage, Pompeo was indeed wiping his beard and smiling, looking at the crumbling front line, his mood was getting better and better.

After a while, seeing the black-robed man still insisting on staying in place, Yale turned his eyes away from the front line and asked, "Why don't you leave, do you have something to tell me?"

"Yes, His Highness does not want the throne now, but only hopes to retain the inheritance of Rune spells..."

"Don't you want the throne?"

The black-haired knight narrowed his eyes and said in a deep voice, "Tell me his original words."

"He said that power is a terrible poison that will turn brothers against each other and father and son."

The other party observed his expression and said with a slight modification: "Now I just want to pass on the blood of the Fannon family, and then use the rest of my life to study the spells inherited from the ancestors, and let the throne go to hell."

Yale whispered: "Right is poison... it will turn brothers against each other... father and son can kill each other..."

A lonely figure in a wheelchair could not help but emerge in front of him.

"Yes."

The black-robed man seemed to be worried about angering the Governor of Rosevia in front of him, and he explained loudly: "Wallace murdered his father and brother to usurp the throne, and he was so mad for his rights that His Royal Highness Kenneth was unavoidable to see this disheartened. things."

"Poison... poison..."

The black-haired knight recited for a few times, suddenly laughed and said, "Since he is disheartened, let me drink this cup of poison from the Highland Kingdom instead of him."

He turned around and ordered the army: "After the city is broken, collect all the books and scholars in Edinburgh, and don't allow them to hurt a single hair, otherwise they will be dealt with according to military law!"

When the military order was passed down, everyone took the order with a bang, with a happy expression.

It is not allowed to damage scholars and books, which means that other things can be damaged, such a huge royal city, the accumulation of two hundred years of Fannong family, I don't know how many gold and silver treasures can be looted.

Motivated by this military order, after only a short while, the gate of Edinburgh was smashed into pieces by Wa San, who was thinking about money and crazy. The city was quickly killed, and the cries were heard for miles. .

"..."

Pompeii smiled without saying a word, and glanced around with the eyes of an observer, only to see the gray-black aura going straight into the sky, circling upwards, and a black eagle rudiment gathered behind him. .

As the robbery began, blood light filled the sky, black air was transpiring, and the black eagle prototype spread its wings, grew feathers and sharp claws, opened its beaks from outside the starry sky, and swallowed the black air and blood light in its big mouth.

There is no mercy in the struggle between nations, weakness is sin, time will not stand still because of your pain, and the world will not shed a single tear because of your suffering. There is no difference between war and peace, slaughter and conquest, volcanoes, earthquakes, snow disasters and tsunamis. Everything is the rule of nature, and everything is the arrangement of fate.

Pompey's heart was like stone, and his eyes were cold.

The wailing and wailing of the Celts became louder and louder. In the cloud of blood, strong grievances rose into the sky, and black air mixed with blood light reached the sky, almost sweeping out. The speed of the black eagle's devouring accelerated, and suddenly it stretched out its giant claws, tearing apart a large mass of blood, and the blood splashed and shattered. In the hazy, the massacre in Edinburgh continued.

Numerous unwilling trombones shook the depths of the void.

The giant wings disturbed the void, and the black air and blood light floated and annihilated, shattering one after another. The powerful attraction forced the two to plunge into the dark vortex under the eagle's beak.

At this moment, Pompey's eyes widened in surprise.

Under the clear blue sky, the sun was shining and there were no clouds in the sky. Suddenly, a gap was opened in the northern sky, and a dazzling white light penetrated through it and streaked across the sky.

"This is... the light of reception! Is there a cardinal dead... it's Joseph... what does he want to do?"

"My lord my lord, the light shines forever."

"My lord, my lord, grace all things."

"My lord my lord, judge everything!"

In the thick white beam of light, the pure and beautiful singing of the Holy Spirit came out, and it quickly poured towards the core of the military formation of the Governor's Palace. At the same time, the black eagle prototype in the cosmic starry sky was stagnant, and the speed of digesting the black energy and blood light was greatly slowed down. The originally thin blood light suddenly stagnated, and the boundless resentment suddenly gathered like dark clouds, rolling and rushing, and the sky trembled, like the sea before the hurricane.

Only the pure holy white light beam still runs through the middle of the sky.

When Pompey observed this vision, he shuddered and shouted in shock:

"Your Excellency Governor, be careful!"

It was too late to speak, but it came quickly. A gun shadow pierced into the white light. Suddenly, six huge wings stretched out and rolled up the white light, forming a large pure ball of light, rushing towards the ground.

Holy energy, the people of the Papal State really did it!

A sharp and cold light flashed in Yale's eyes, his body suddenly flickered, and he disappeared above the high platform.

At the same time, both hands were charged, and a black beam of light smashed forward, only to hear a "boom", the sky suddenly darkened, and a mysterious vortex appeared.

"Not good! Destiny Cage!"

Pompey's body trembled, and he roared in panic,

The black-haired knight was unable to resist, and was directly sucked into the vortex that suddenly spread. At the same time, a gust of wind blew through the battlefield. Just listening to the sound of "click", and at the high platform, where Yalei used to stand, the eagle flag representing the highest authority of the Governor's Palace swayed violently.