Law of the Devil
Chapter 489 [God Pity the World]
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(Chapter 1 to ~ today)
Chapter 469 [Poor World]
It is dawn, and darkness is upon the earth.
The walls of the majestic Imperial capital are in the dark and the outlines are still so clear. The city is still asleep during the night, and only occasionally will those heavily armed security guards make a little noise when they cross the street amidst the sounds of their royal leather boots.
In addition, apart from the Imperial Palace in the heart of the Imperial Capital, there are rare lights in the vast Imperial Capital.
Of course, there are exceptions.
Brilliant with the royal palace's tall white tower is the tower of the Magic Union headquarters west of Didu City, whose magical light burns all year round.
Of course... and the Light Temple east of the Empire City!
Weiwei's temple, in terms of its size, is one of the smallest of the Emperor's three major buildings. It does not occupy as much land as the palace does, nor does it even have that stunning, sophisticated, six-mang-star shaped whole building renovated by the Magic Union generation.
But standing under the temple, looking at the dozens of tall steps, the outline of the temple is full of solemnity in the night - a kind of gazing weight left behind after years of grinding!
Tradition! Under the Temple of Light, it is precisely that sense of oppression brought about by “tradition” that is felt!
This is a square shaped palace - the square shapes are meant to mean that the temple stands by the spiritual spokesperson: justice!
Although the term "justice” is not necessarily accurate, or has been questioned by many over the millennium. But… those voices have long disappeared or eventually returned to silence.
Because... although there is no White Tower in the Palace that has been around since the time of Aragon, and no Magic Tower that will burn down for years... But before the Palace of Light, there is another building that symbolizes this “justice”, dozens of floors down the steps!
Fire Pillar!!
This seems to be just a very ordinary pillar of stone, because it does not know how many times the flame of punishment has been endured over the millennium, and the colour of the pillar is dark - except that it looks a little wider than the ordinary pillar, which does not seem to have much to look at.
But standing under this pillar, you seem to feel that kind of pressure in your heart!
In the Temple of Light, in the pillars of the Grand Palace, the light of the hidden torch emerges. And this pillar of fire outside the temple stood so quietly in the darkness, and the traces of fireworks burning on it seemed like a silent complaint, talking about the temple tradition, the solemnity of the temple... and the temple, cruel!!
The silence surrounded them, beneath the distant temple, only a few holy knights on duty, dressed in full armor, stood beneath the palace, and the night covered them, making them look like sculptures - except for those pairs of solemn eyes.
And at this moment, there was a black figure standing under the pillars of the Fire.
The black robe covered his body, as if he were hiding in the dark all the time, only under a tall cape, revealing a glance, made him look a little more lively.
This man looked at the pillar of fire in front of him so quietly, and looked at the traces of how many fireworks had burned in the last thousand years. In that eye, a faint sorrow appeared...
A long sigh finally broke the silence.
“I now finally understand what the so-called ‘justice’ of the temple depends on.” This man's voice was very light, very low, with a little sadness in his tone: “It was with this pillar - because whoever questioned the ‘justice’ of the temple was burned! All voices questioned were burned to death. ”
It sounds like a spoken ghost, and it sounds like a mockery.
Just as this man finished his sentence, behind him came an old voice: "Have you been standing here all night? ”
The voice fell, behind the man covered in this black robe, about ten steps away, an old man in a white robe, as if suddenly to step out of the darkness.
The old face was full of deep wrinkles engraved like a knife axe, and the skin appeared pale, almost pale and weak. But those eyes, they were filled with an indescribable serenity.
“Yes, my lord. I've been here all night.” The black-clothed man standing under the pillar laughed, “I'm sure you do, too. ”
“Everything is long overdue.” The old man in the white robe slowly took a few steps, his steps were shaky and heavy, but his voice was so calm and accommodating: “I think you should know that better than I do. ”
Finally, the man in black turned around and looked at the old man with a slight sad look. The eyes of the two men, in black, as if they had staggered, finally, the man in black took a step back, slightly owed his body, and did a courtesy: “Yes, Pope, I understand. ”
The old man in the white robe, the current Pope of the Light Temple of the Continent of Roland, the spiritual leader of the Continent of Roland, Paul XVI, seemed much weaker than the last time he appeared, and even the voice of speech seemed a little less temperamental: "Sphinx is dead, and I thought you'd have something to say to me. ”
“What should I say?” The black man lifted his chin slightly, and this motion made the distant light faintly shine on his face, revealing the marks of his chin, his face appeared soft, and his voice was sad, as if it were another chant: "God said, ‘Don't be afraid, don't be suspicious, don't be confused. Because everything is doomed. Everything is in God's eyes.’ So, Your Holiness, I have nothing to say. ”
Paul XVI finally revealed a slight surprise, and he silenced for a moment: "Opdis, though… all the angels who came to the earth came with the will of the Goddess. But I want you to understand... in the world, I am the master of the Church! I am the only spokesperson for the goddess in the world! If the temple has a voice different from mine, then whoever it is is is against the will of the Goddess! Including you-- angels! ”
The black man - Opdis, with a slight smile in his mouth, bent back again, this time appearing more respectful: "As you wish, Your Majesty. ”
“Good.” Paul XVI nodded, seemingly satisfied: “Sphinx is dead… but nothing surprises us. As you just said, 'Everything is doomed, everything is in God's eyes.’ --it's just the death of an angel, and I don't want you to do anything to make me unhappy! I'd rather you understand that our biggest enemy now is the North - not the West! I would not have agreed to this action, but because of your insistence, I approved your proposal, which now appears to be a mistake. ”
Opdis smiled, and even when he laughed, those sad eyes remained unchanged: "Your Majesty, I ask you to remember that I came with Sphinx to this filthy, ugly world, to fulfill the will of the Goddess! ”
Saying, he suddenly lifted his arms and opened them, his ghost in his mouth: "All the coming angels will fully assist you and help you to defeat the Northern Fae who will invade the continent in the future!! But don't forget the second will of the goddess...”
His hands suddenly illuminated a flame of fire, and in the night, he burst into the pillar behind him! Boom, the high fire pillars burn immediately! Under the flames of the sky, the ancient columns seemed to reveal their true colors. Under the flames of the burning bears, the fire drew the shadow of Opdis on the ground to the elders...
“... the Goddess has a second will: wipe out from this world a man who should not have stayed in this world! I personally look forward to one day in the future, when that man, under this pillar, accepts the scene when the flames burn. ”
The Pope was silent for a long time, and he looked at Opdis in front of him, at this coming angel. The old pope's heart was sighing.
Finally, he nodded: "God pity the world. ”
Opdis smiled: "Yes, God have mercy on the world! ”
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Northwest,
As the first rays of morning light fell from the clouds, the entire city of Gilliant awakened from its sleep.
The soldiers above the walls blew the trumpet and the garrison immediately began to assemble. The soldiers began their morning manoeuvres and a day of training.
At the production base in the city, the squadrons of slaves also lined up from the barracks and, under the supervision of the guarded soldiers, began breakfast - waiting for them, a day's work.
Gandhoff walked out of the room with a hawk. Although a green robe looks a little dirty, the old man insists on not changing clothes of other colors - especially white!
This secluded compound in the abandoned former Governor's Palace currently belongs to Gandhoff alone. No one shall come near without Gandhof's consent.
The first thing Gandhoff did when he got up was walk into a house next to him —— the doors and windows in the room were already fitted with solid iron bars.
Around the corner are several magic crystal stones in some special order.
Just opened the door, there was a roar inside, then a bearded man rushed out! He opened his arms and seemed to be going to Pogandov. But as soon as I got to the door, the magic crystal around the corner immediately emitted a light that instantly covered the whole house!
The person who rushed out was struck by this magical light and immediately screamed and fell back.
Gandhoff's indifference looked at the guy on the ground screaming with his head in his arms and sighed: "Okay, Sebastian, it's time to eat. I hope you'll learn some of the most basic manners tomorrow morning! You're a man, not a beast! ”
On the ground, the man with his arms around his head gradually stopped screaming, whining and gasping, his eyes watching vigilantly as Gandhof walked in. He lay on the ground, a little backwards, guarding Gandhoff like a beast.
Gandhoff indifferently placed a plate in front of him.
Sebasta hesitated for a moment and tried to reach out to grab the food in the plate, but he just reached out and Gandhof's face sank, reaching out a fingertip, a fire shooting past, the flame burned in Sebasta's hand, immediately making him scream in pain, his body backwards.
Fortunately, under Sebastian's special physique, the burn on his hand quickly recovered.
“Forgot what I taught you?” Gandorf stands in front of Sebasta, sinking like water: "What should you do if someone brings you something? ”
Sebasta's eyes seemed a little confused, but at last, after a while, he seemed to understand something, his lips trembled a few times, and finally, as if he squeezed a very strange and harsh character out of his voice - even though the voice, like a beginner's baby, spoke human language after all!
“Thank you… thank you. ”
Listening to this harsh voice, Gandhof smiled with a sincere smile on his face and pushed the plate to Sebasta's face.
Pfft, pfft! Pfft, pfft! Pfft...
At this moment, behind the door, a round of applause came!
Gandhoff looked back and saw a smiling face. This guy stood at the door, clapping his hands and smiling. “Okay! I can't believe you taught this Major General to talk while I was gone! ”
“I'm not a nanny.” Gandhoff mumbled and then his face showed some discomfort: “It was you! You've been gone for over a month! Son of a bitch, where have you been? ”
Dewey smiled, and his smile was a little tired: "Okay! I'm not back! And... you have no idea what I brought you back this time! And... there's more than one! ”
(There will be a second chapter later. Three hours before the end of the double monthly ticket, and friends of the monthly ticket, don't waste the opportunity ~)
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