Large groups of snowflakes fell from the sky, Ferri III cheered up, he knew it well. The Pennine Mountains crawled like snakes to the west of Bressi——he still called it Bressi. According to the secret knowledge he knew, the Knights Templar would not step there, they dare not go in.

They cunningly occupied the only ancient road to get there. Unless he wanted to lead his knights over the nearly vertical mountain, he could only attack their camp.

“Your Majesty.”

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The sound of rustling snow came from beside him, Mann moved to his side and reported to him in a low voice.

The situation was very bad. The blood flowing in everyone’s body was frozen, and there was no food and they dared not light a fire to expose their positions. If this continued, they would freeze to death in this black pine forest. Mann looked at him, the moonlight fell on the snow, and the reflection of the snow gave his bearded face so coldly calm a look that it was startling.

“We won’t be able to enter the extreme north if this continues.” Mann said. He was very young, another student of Karl, and the first oath knight handpicked by Ferri III himself. He had a pair of green eyes, making him look like a vicious wolf, “Your Majesty, we must attack.”

Ferri III saw the fierceness in his eyes: “They are waiting for us to attack.”

“Your Majesty, you are not the only ones attacking.” Mann said calmly, “I will lead them away with some good fellows. You put on a disguise and pass through the snow. The problem is that they burned the suspension bridge leading to the ancient road, and you can only jump over from the left, can you do it?”

The problem was not this. Ferri III’s face was tense, the snow was still falling on his head, and he was bone-chillingly cold. He only had these knights left, and they have saved him more than once…..He forced himself to speak, his voice was calm: “I will pass as soon as possible. After I pass, you immediately surrender and tell them everything you know.”

Mann’s green eyes looked at Ferri III.

Ferri III said in a low voice: “This is also an order.”

“Then that’s how it is, Your Majesty.” Mann withdrew his gaze, and turned to look at the bonfire opposite. “We will set off immediately when the dark clouds cover the moon.”

Ferri III heard him curse vaguely, and he knew why.

Karl was hanged to death by the head of the Knights Templar wearing silver armor on the gate of their last fortress, and the body had not been even taken down yet——Mann was covering him at that time, gritting his teeth and not letting anyone look back. Now, that commander was in the opposite camp.

Mann made a gesture, and the nearby knights broke up the frozen blood in their veins, held the hilt of their swords with frozen hands, and stood up one by one.

“Mann——”

Ferri III suddenly grabbed Mann’s shoulder. His rationality made him lower his voice, but his instinct made his voice a little sharp.

Mann didn’t ask why, because he also noticed the sudden change.

A fierce wind, a terrible fierce wind.

Big clumps of snow rolled down from overhead, smashing into the valley overwhelmingly. What happened? Mann wondered, ordering the knights to hold on to the black pine, so as not to be swept downhill by the strong wind. He realized other things faster, and turned his head to look towards the enemy camp. With just one glance, he understood why Ferri III lost his composure just now.

Opposite them, on the hill in front of the ancient extreme north road, flames burst into the sky amidst the fierce wind.

What frightened them was the color of the fire——deep red like blood, it was definitely not a fire that mortals could light. The fierce flames and black smoke mixed together, making people immediately think of blood and sin. What happened there?

Ferri III tried his best to look at the enemy camp through the strong wind. The painful howls of the Templar Knights stationed there broke the ancient silence of the Pennine Mountains. The dark clouds in the sky surged at this moment, covering the moon. The shadows fell, like dark creatures slowly waking up.

“Go! Rush over!”

Regardless of whether it was hell or something else, Ferri III realized that this was an unprecedented opportunity.

Half rolling and half crawling, they rushed past the camp where the Templar Knights were stationed. Those damned guys couldn’t even protect themselves at this moment or alone deal with them. They rolled in the raging fire, trying to use the snow to put out the flames on their bodies, but the fire seemed to be attached to their souls and burned together.

Mann covered them at the back, seeing Ferri III jump onto the stone path, he heaved a sigh of relief and prepared to go over too.

There was a sound of wind from behind, and he stabbed back with his sword.

The Templar Knight who rolled out of the flames had his heart pierced by him, and threw himself on him in a last struggle. Immediately the fire also burned on him. In an instant, Mann cried out and fell to his knees.

Ferri III took one last look at Mann who grew up with him, gritted his teeth and led his few knights into the canyon where the stone path passed.

A black figure stood on the peak of the Pennines. He looked down from the height and watched the raging fire.

“A small gift, nothing special.”

He said, and then suddenly disappeared from the top of the mountain, and then appeared at the entrance of the ancient road.

Ferri III and his party didn’t notice at all that there was such a figure quietly shadowing behind them. They walked in the canyon, taking one step deep and one step shallow. It seemed that after walking for a century, a light appeared in front of them, and they had finally made it out, a strong wind blowing over in an instant.

“We’ve arrived.”

They fell to their knees, almost crying.

The Devil passed through them, and none of Ferri III and the others noticed him. They just stared blankly at the huge ice field in front of them.

On the horizon at the end of the Arctic Ice Field, a light blue full moon hung there, and there was a vast expanse between the sky and the earth. In the distance, there were many jagged giant shadows, and countless ribs were buried like peaks in the thick snow and ice. The primitive atmosphere of the ancient times was everywhere here, and humans in contrast were like ants.

The Devil walked in the snow.

The Devil who was exiled, cursed and deprived of everything wore a black suit and opened a black umbrella. He was as graceful as a fashionably late funeral guest.

“Long time no see, my old friends.”

He said, showing a cold smile.

This was the place where the gods were buried. 

………………

Holy Empire, the capital.

The black-clothed friar walked through the long corridor. He smelled heavily of blood. Even for the elders of the Holy Court, the changes during this period were drastic and unfamiliar enough. They had to come out of the monastery, take up account books instead of theological tomes, and give orders instead of preachings.

Unprecedented brilliance, everyone was intoxicated by the brilliance of the Kingdom of God.

The monk in black felt uneasy.

He was not the same as the adjudicators or the Blessed Ones. He was an ascetic monk of the Holy Court. Before accepting the call of the Holy Court, they walked in the harsh wilderness, tempered their bodies with wind and frost, exercised their steadfastness, and gained strength in this kind of suffering. The friar in black was named Letos, and he was different from the others, he was only loyal to the Pope.

“How’s the situation?” The Pope was waiting for him in the quiet room.

“The Lowland Alliance has started to build a wharf large enough to carry the godship, and it is expected to be completed in May. The Kingdom of Upper El on the coast of the Hopeless Inner Sea has rejected the request to believe in the Holy Lord, and some of the countries on the east side still believe in local gods. The witches fled to Legrand, and our adjudicators only caught some side branches. Your Holiness, all is not yet at peace.”

“It is ‘Your Majesty’,” the Pope corrected lightly, “We still have many enemies. Although the kingdom is strong, hidden dangers still exist. We still need war. The world only needs one kind of faith, one supreme god.”

“We have waged enough wars, where should we swing our swords first, Your Holi…..Your Majesty.”

The friar in black hesitated a little. He didn’t know whether the one standing in front of him was the familiar Pope Theolde or the emperor of the Holy Empire.

He noticed that the Pope was wearing a golden crown.

“My friend, I remember that you were the one who tried Magill back then.” The Pope didn’t answer him directly, but instead talked about another incident that had been nearly thirty years in the past.

The friar in black thought for a while before he remembered who the “Magill” the Pope was talking about.

That was a thinker from the Menggamon city-state at the exit of the Hopeless Inland Sea. He once wrote a not-so-famous book “On the Monarch”. At that time, the Pope was just a cardinal, responsible for reviewing arguments, and after reading “On the Monarch”, the Pope immediately tried Magill in the name of heresy, and obtained the consent of the Council of Elders. “On the Monarch” was burned and listed as a banned book.

The friar in black still didn’t understand why a book could make the dignitaries of the Holy Court so vigilant.

The Pope took out a book from the bookshelf, flipped through a page, and handed it to the friar in black: “…..Using military means can attack as small as a city-state or as large as a country. But if one really wants to rule this city-state or country, its original order must be completely destroyed, and the new order must replace it from the root. Otherwise, as soon as it has a chance, it will start a war in the name of freedom or the ancient order.”

The friar in black was shocked to find that what the Pope put on the bookshelf to study carefully was “On the Monarch”, which was originally listed as a banned book and burned.

“We are establishing the Kingdom of God, so there can only be one faith in the Kingdom of God.” The Pope said calmly, “All other old gods should be burned, they are all heresies!”

The black-clothed monk was awed. He felt as if he had touched the core of the Holy Court’s efforts for more than a thousand years.

“Completely burn the statues of the old gods. Whether it is the Lower El of the Hopeless Inner Sea or the small countries beside the Abyss Strait, they must either return to the Holy Lord’s embrace or be completely conquered.” The Pope ordered, with his hands crossed on the scepter, his eyes were cold.

“Yes, Your Majesty.”

The monk in black crossed himself on his chest, paused, and asked a key question.

“Then, what about Legrand? It is the most powerful and stubborn of all the heretic kingdoms, and it will not sit back and watch the Kingdom of God expand.”

“There will be something that will make them too busy to have any extra mind.”

The Pope said meaningfully.

………………

Holy Spirit Bay, the secret sanctuary.

A monk in a white cloak held a torch and walked down the winding stairs. There were many reliefs carved on both sides of the stone wall, which were stories about angels, demons and snakes. With the movement of the light of the torch, the shadows thrown on the relief faces changed, the holy and the hideous intertwined, and there was a sense of horror present.

At the end of the sloping dark passage was a heavy black iron gate.

“Password?”

The cold voice sounded like a ghost, coming from above the cave.

“The dragon buries its bones.”

The white cloaked monk replied.

After a while of silence, there was the sound of heavy gears rubbing, and the black iron gate in front of the white cloaked monk rose upwards. The cold wind mixed with the scent of blood rushed out from behind the iron gate. Along with the coppery wind, there were the sounds of iron chains clanging, dull scratching noises, and low growls…..some hungry and angry creature was imprisoned——or held in captivity——here.

The monk in the white cloak walked in quietly holding a torch.

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Behind the huge black iron gate was a gigantic underground space. An ancient creature was locked by seven iron chains as thick around as buckets.

A huge shadow was cast on the rock wall, and the corpses of cattle, sheep and unknown animals were piled up on the ground, turning this place into a large slaughterhouse. In the middle of the slaughterhouse stood a ferocious and majestic creature.

That was a…..

Black dragon!

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After a brief getting used to, the witches gradually became familiar with the work of the Legrand First Pathological Research Institute, and after the plague doctors, they became the second batch of popular assistants. Young medical students were very curious about their magical potions, and they also wanted to study their special abilities.

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The witches felt that they have to face a hundred thousand questions every day here:

——How do you manage to fly on a broomstick?

——The fairy tale says that you can curse people and turn them into frogs, is that true?

——What is the difference between the structure of the transformed frog and the normal frog?

……

Facing colleagues who were holding thick notebooks and full of thirst for knowledge, the witches always had the illusion that they were taking care of some amazingly curious baby…..or the kind with exceptionally strong active and destructive power.

By the way, under the influence of the lunatics, the witches quickly got rid of the fear of the stake.

In addition, because they were hunted in the past, many of them actually had a stake bearing their name, which got envious and admiring eyes from some young researchers.

The leader of the witches, who had always been burdened with the life and death of her clan, kept getting the feeling that something was wrong when she memorized the 100-long laboratory rules.

She turned her head and saw a young witch riding on a broom, flying high and low, and the young researchers applauding her in the yard; a plague doctor following a witch through the long laboratory corridor; the Dept. Head, Mr. Pharmacist, frowning and asking some witches about the “Malleus Maleficarum”; more witches were wearing clean and brand new robes, standing in front of the test bench, either memorizing the experimental rules like her, or already started brewing potions…..

There were no judges in black, no mithril crosses, and no hounds chasing them endlessly in the dark night.

This was a happy time that the witches never expected.

With their cooperation, the pharmacist quickly wrote a book that was in direct opposition to the “Malleus Maleficarum”.

In the words of Mr. Pharmacist Mr. Dwayne, writing this book was really the most time-wasting thing he had ever done, because anyone who had not had their brain eaten by a ghoul would have felt an insult to their IQ after reading a part of “Malleus Maleficarum”.

It was at this time that the knight commander in charge of guarding the Legrand First Pathological Research Institute delivered the King’s order.

His Majesty wanted to see them.

……………………

The King did not meet the witch representative on a formal occasion, but in the name of spring hunting, in the royal forest outside the city of Metzl.

Spring had arrived, and the thick snow in the forest had melted into a gurgling stream, flowing over the dark stones. The forest outside the city of Metzl was called “Hisel”, which meant the place where the stars fell in the ancient Legrand language. Hisel Forest was recognized as the most beautiful forest in Legrand, and this was the season for early hunting.

The King was wearing a cloak embellished with a diamond brooch, and riding attire, and he rode leisurely on the trail full of fine sunlight.

The leader of the witches followed behind the King, and whispered to the King in detail about the current situation in Bressi.

Witch Avery arrived in Metzl City last night. From the witches, the King knew why they were so powerless in front of the Holy Court.

The power of the witches came from the legendary ancient snake of the extreme north. In their belief, the ancient snake of the extreme north was the world serpent. It was entrenched at the end of the world and bred life in the almost barren ice field. It was said that after the end of the legendary era, the gods disappeared from the earth, and the ancient snake also sank into the ice sea. As a result their power lost their support and became rootless duckweeds.

And this was where the endless feud between the witches and the Holy Court originated.

According to the beliefs and legends of the Holy Court, the snake represented sins and the origin of all evils.

However, being able to escape from the Holy Empire under the strict pursuit of the Holy Court Judgment Bureau already showed that these witches were actually not weak. And less than two days passed between the King’s summons and the arrival of the leader of the witches in the city of Metzl.

“How did you do it?”

The King asked. 

“Your Majesty, although most of the legends are absurd, some of them are not unfounded.” The leader of the witches smiled, “We can indeed fly on broomsticks, but we must be very careful, because the sky at night not only belongs to us, but also those of our dark kind who like to hover in the sky.”

“Can everyone fly as fast as you?”

The King asked thoughtfully.

“It is related to our magic, Your Majesty.” The witch replied. She remembered something and gave the King the book criticizing “Malleus Maleficarum” that the pharmacist asked her to bring.

The King took the book and looked at it: “What’s it called?”

“The Enchanted World.”

The witch said in a low voice, her voice filled with sorrow.

She thought of the country on the other side of the Abyss Strait, where there were many burning stakes and fanatics searching out victims day and night. The kingdom that claimed to be God’s was constantly throwing innocent people into the fire, while Legrand, where plague doctors haunted, and hell was a pitstop, was sheltering those who were eager to live…..Wasn’t this world crazy?

“Thank you, Your Majesty.”

The leader of the witches said gratefully.

They fled all the way, and saw too many innocent ordinary people die because of the ridiculous witch hunt. The death of these people was like a heavy boulder pressing on them. If only this book could wake someone up from their frenzy.

It was just that there was something that had always puzzled the leader of the witches. The fanatical believers couldn’t tell who was the real witch, but the judges of the Holy Court must know, and they must also know that most of the people who were burned to death were innocent people. So why did they allow this?

When the King heard the question from the leader of the witches, he smiled slightly, a chill in his smile.

“Because of domination.”

He answered softly.

The establishment of the Holy Empire relied on too many miracles, so they could only continue on the path of faith. The problems a country had to face far exceed religion itself. In politics, even gods have to make concessions to profits and benefits. The army of the Holy Court was not a real army of angels which didn’t need money or food. Whether it was for transferring burdens or for redirecting conflicts, the Holy Empire must find a target for people to vent.

Throughout the ages, this kind of victim who was burdened with the anger of others would always be the weak.

Women, minorities…. it had always been so.

Discrimination brings exclusion, exclusion brings violence, and finally turns into absurd tragedy.

“The Enchanted World…..is a good name.”

The King gently touched the title page of the book, and then handed it to the Head of the Households.

The leader of the witches didn’t know what the King was thinking, but she could hear the sadness in his words. The suffering fate of the witch clan flitted before her eyes. And from the tired faces of her clanswomen she seemed to have found an answer.

“Okay.” The King ended this topic and turned to something else, “You come from the Holy Empire, do you know anything about our good sir, the Pope?”

“A suggestion.” The brown-haired leader of the witches said to the King hesitantly after telling her knowledge of the Pope, “Maybe you can ask your theologians to attack the ‘House of the Pope’ first. It is…..”

The witch was looking for words, and she seemed unable to express herself accurately for a while.

“It is probably the most dangerous crown for you…..There should not be two equally brilliant crowns in this world.”

She seemed to be afraid of something and didn’t dare to speak too clearly.

The King didn’t blame her either, but remembered what the Devil said before he left——beware the Pope.

Was it because of this?

He thought, and then asked if the leader of the witches had any opinion about Ferri III.

“Ferri III?” The leader of witches seemed to think of something from the King’s previous question. She frowned and hesitated for a moment. “I think I might know the reason why the Pope is so insistent on the death of Ferri III.”

“Tell me.”

The leaves of the bushes in front were shaking. The King took off the bow on his back, drew out an arrow and put it on the string, while asking casually.

“It’s a very embarrassing thing. Ferri III once contacted us and wanted to join in an alliance with us.” The leader of the witches looked a little embarrassed. After all, this was revealing to the current King Legrand about a possible alliance with Legrand’s former rival. Unsure of the King’s attitude towards Ferri III, she could only choose her words carefully, “We were being hunted down by the Judgment Bureau at the time, so we refused.”

“What is his motive?”

The King asked.

“He seems to want to…..” The leader of the witches tried hard to recall, showing some doubts, “He wants to open the Tomb of the Gods.”

The iron arrow pierced through the air.

In the bushes in the distance, a stag jumped out of the bushes and fell down, with a long arrow piercing its forehead.

The King turned to look at the witch: “Tomb of the Gods?”

………………

The Pennines snow all year round. This was the last boundary in the northwest of Bressi, and beyond that was the vast Arctic Ice Field. On the “cloth of the world”, the Arctic Ice Field was filled in as a vast white area by geographers, and images of ancient pythons and giant snakes coiled around it.

Unlike Legrand’s Ingres primitive mountains, the Arctic Ice Field was truly barren.

Those who could live there, other than beasts, were lunatics.

Ferri III was panting. He leaned against the trunk of a black pine tree. When the wind blew, the snow on the pine leaves rustled down. He could hear the tired breathing of the guards around him. Everyone was so tired that they were about to fall asleep at any moment. They were able to come here only because of the last bit of anger and unwillingness that supported them.

The Knights Templar were stationed on a small hill not far from them. In the dark night, they could see the bonfires of the enemy camp.

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This period of time was the most pathetic time in Ferri III’s life.

Ferri III didn’t dare to close his eyes. As soon as he closed his eyes, it seemed that hot blood was splashed on his face again. His teacher Karl yelling at him, telling him to run away.

He used to be a proud monarch, but now he had to live by fleeing and relying on the sacrificed blood of his confidantes. He had no dignity or pride left, just the will to survive by whatever means.

Like a coward.

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Before the King could react, the Devil first leaned over and kissed his crowned forehead, then let go and backed away with a smile. Black mist rolled up from the ground, and the Devil fell into the darkness with his hands open, but his eyes were still fixed on the King.

“Remember, Your Majesty.”

The Devil said, the voice was far away with the breath of the wind.

“Be alert of the Pope.”

He disappeared into the darkness, as mysteriously as he came.

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The dim world that had turned into black and white was quickly painted with color, and everyone regained their senses. The Head of the Households who had been standing frozen a moment ago saw the rose in the King’s hand, and was taken aback for a moment: “Has it begun to bloom so early this year?”

Then his voice stopped abruptly, and he looked in front of him in astonishment.

The King followed his gaze, and saw roses blooming outside the railing in an instant, bright red like fire. The Head of the Households looked at the roses, then at the King, and asked him carefully what to do with them.

He was silent for a long time, before telling the Head of the Households that he would summon the witches from Bressi.

The Head of the Households understood that this meant that there was no need to deal with it.

Before he retreated, he couldn’t help but glance at the King standing in front of the roses. His young Majesty was holding a rose on a stem, the rays of the sun were falling on his crown, and the crown was clasped tightly to his forehead.

………………

These days, the witches were doing well in Legrand.

For the Bressi witches in the beginning, Legrand was the only place they could choose. But now they really liked it here.

The witch hunting movement was thrown aside by the King here. There was a trial against witches held by an unlucky guy before. But as soon as he began, he was thrown onto the burning rack originally prepared for the witches for “provoking the royal power by following the decree of the Holy Court without the king’s permission” which was a “violation of the crown”.

This witch hunt case even triggered a “Legrand jurisprudence dispute”.

The royal court re-discovered a code of law promulgated in the era of William III, the Book of Obedience to the Law of the Faculty.

During the period of William III, the House of Commons submitted a petition to the king at the behest of William III, which was actually an attack on the legislative power of the Faculty Conference. Members of the House of Commons believed that the clergy councils of the Ecclesiastical Province of Borre and Tebosse violated Legrand’s customary customs when enacting laws: any code that was used to restrain clerics and secular believers at the same time should obtain the mutual consent of both parties.

In that petition of 1412, a concept was proposed which was endorsed by William III:

“Canon law without the participation of the secular world in making legislation should not be binding on the secular world.” 

In that House of Commons accusation during the William III period, the secular aristocracy and the wealthy urban class for once stood on a united front——although the aristocrats believed in the Holy Lord, this did not mean that they were willing to bear the burden of the higher and higher church tithes from the Holy Court at that time. Hell, the church tithes were even used to pay for the Holy Spirit Bay, so that Holy Spirit Bay could turn around and support Bressi, the filial son of the Holy Lord, to launch an expedition against Legrand.

Faith was one matter, but the jingle of gold coins was another.

Of course, the most important thing was an underlying threat from William III: If they were really willing to hand over a large amount of gold coins to let the Holy Court support Bressi to attack Legrand, then whoever paid the Holy Court would f**k off the front lines.

In the end, due to the pressure of attending expeditions, the Parliament was exceptionally harmonious. In the end, the Legrand Faculty Council had to submit the “Book of Obedience to the Law of the Faculty” to William III, dividing the legislative power of the Faculty Council to obey the will of the king. In this code, there was a provision that “without the king’s permission, the Faculty Council will not formulate, issue, or implement any new laws or regulations.”

Regrettably, this code was short-lived.

Not long after William III and the Parliament passed this code of law, several Legrand states “coincidentally” rebelled, and then Crown Prince Pureland was born, William III died of illness, and the Pope personally crowned him. The Duke of Buckingham “forgot” this code and put it on hold, and the subsequent Faculty Council conferences promulgated the law provocatively again, and the Duke just pretended not to see it.

Over time, the Legrand Church forgot that there was such a law code.

However, in the “Legrand jurisprudence dispute”, the royal court turned it out from the thick pile of old papers at the King’s behest.

The reason that the royal judges used to criticize the archbishop who tried the witches was that “the witch-hunting decree is a decree issued by the Holy Court to the clergy, not a secular decree passed by secular members. The king’s secular subjects not only violated the “Book of Obedience to the Law of the Faculty” but also provoked the dignity of the king’s authority.”

In the end, the guy who originally wanted to burn a widow to death so that he could profit from it was thrown on the gallows prepared by himself on the spot by the King’s order.

At a time when there were many gallows in the Holy Empire, this was the only gallow that had been set on fire in Legrand.

As the witch-hunting movement and the “Heretical Trial” movement intensified, more and more “heretics” gathered towards Legrand from all directions. This was the only place of freedom under the divine light.

Legrand, the “Land of Freedom”.

Unlike the astrologers who came with differing moods, the witches practically set foot on Legrand’s land like it was a pilgrimage.

They were different from the astrologers. For such a long time, the astrologers have not been hunted down all the time. As long as they were willing to abandon their arrogance and serve as lackeys of the Holy Court, the Holy Court didn’t mind using some fine clothes and fine food to grant these captive slaves a better life.

But between the witches and the Holy Court, there was only death.

For a long time, women have always played the role of sin and depravity in theology. In the belief of the witches, the worship of “snakes” naturally stood in a position that could not be reconciled with the Holy Court from a doctrinal point of view. Since the centuries of migration, the Holy Court had been committed to hunting down witches.

They were displaced and had nowhere to live.

After receiving permission for the King’s protection, they landed with the intention of serving Legrand. In the witches’ expectation, the King would ask them to carry out assassinations, poisoning and curses, etc., after all, in Bressi before, that was what the occasional nobles wanted from them.

The result was unexpected however.

On the first day they arrived in Legrand, they were taken to a place——

The Department of Pathological Research, Legrand First Academy of Sciences.

Standing in front of the gate of the “Pathological Research Department of the First Academy of Sciences”, the witches looked at a row of burning racks standing at the gate, and reflexively raised their wands to protect themselves.

Just as they were staring at the stakes nervously, a handsome Mr. Pharmacist in a white coat with his hair combed back was flipping through a thick book, speaking mockingly at an astonishing speed while walking:

“My God! I can’t believe people can be so stupid! Are they going to burn all the old and poor folks at the stake? These ignorant fellows, if these poor people are really demons, and really have such great and destructive power, then why do they die like ordinary people, and can’t even save themselves…..Bloody hell! How can an old woman who is so old that she has lost all her teeth and has not even the strength to restrain her chickens leap from one place to another place to do evil?!”

“They are simply raping my logic and my medical knowledge!”

The witches listened dumbly to Mr. Pharmacist flipping the pages of the book while mocking the author’s brain and IQ with the most cordial words.

Finally, he closed the “Malleus Maleficarum” with a “snap”, and when he looked up, he saw the witches standing in front of him looking at him with complicated expressions.

“Welcome to Legrand’s First Pathological Research Department. I’m the Head of the Department, Dwayne. Okay, time is running out, let’s talk as we go.” The pharmacist hurriedly shook hands with the leader of the witches, and then led the people towards the research laboratory, “His Majesty threw this piece of nonsense at me…..Bloody hell, I’d rather do another thirty experiments on bacteria than take another look at this thing!”

“What are bacteria?”

The witches walked through the white-painted passages, passed by the laboratories filled with all kinds of strange instruments, and found that there were many glass bottles of different shapes placed on the shelves, filled with different colored potions.

“Idiot!! I said it before! Don’t touch it directly!” The pharmacist sprinted into a laboratory, scolded a young doctor furiously, put on his gloves, picked up the tweezers, and carefully picked up a piece of minced meat from the experimental subject. After putting it down, he came out again, “Oh, I have confirmed that there is indeed something in nature that cannot be seen by the naked eye——by the way, your witch’s lens is very useful in this regard, thanks to Miss Griselda’s help, we imitated the witch’s glasses to create an instrument that can magnify objects hundreds of times. You should also be very good at this, right? During this time, you have to help those stupid little apprentices make a batch of magnifying glasses.”

“Oh, okay.”

The witches were overwhelmed by his torrential speed and the amount of information in his words, but the presence of this pharmacist in a white coat was so strong that they didn’t dare to say a word.

“The stakes outside are…..”

The leader of the witches who had been entrusted with high hopes asked carefully.

“Oh, that’s our medal, only the smartest guys can get it, and you’ll know later. By the way, since you’re here, you must stand firmly on the side of the burning party. The burning rack is higher than the guillotine, we must not let those designers from hell succeed!”

Witches: ???

Before the leader of the witches could say something, the pharmacist had already rushed into another laboratory.

“Testing platform No. 2! Dumbass! Copy the laboratory rules three times!” The pharmacist roared like a lion again, “When will these guys remember that they must be rigorous! Rigorous! Rigorous! Science is not about squishing mud and playing house, just a little mistake will lead to the failure of the experiment.”

The witches had a hard time getting used to the pharmacist’s style. At this moment, a black plague doctor with a bird’s beak exoskeleton mask came out of a room half-floating.

“That’s???”

The witch pointed her wand at the pitch-black plague doctor in astonishment.

“Oh, a plague doctor, our best assistant! They have a very good temper, but they are occasionally a little greedy. If anyone’s bacterial culture bottle is not tightly closed, they will be eaten as snacks…..” As the pharmacist spoke, the plague doctor floated in front of him, and touched him affectionately with its beak, “Don’t even think about it, no! Don’t you dare touch my experimental subject, no!”

In front of the witches’ eyes, the terrifying plague doctor who was parallel to death dawdle reluctantly in front of a row of shelves.

Weirdly…..it actually, uh, it seemed kind of cute?

A younger witch couldn’t help but hand it a bottle of potion she brewed herself.

The plague doctor bowed politely to the little witch and left happily.

“Okay, this is your temporary residence.”

The pharmacist opened a door, and what appeared in front of the witches was a dorm.

“I need you to boil all the potions you know…..For the sake of science, please don’t use your crucibles that have not been washed for hundreds of years! Please carefully mark the amount of each experimental material, and follow the experimental rules. If there is nothing else, you will be temporarily in charge of Legrand’s First Reagent Research Department. Finally…..”

The fierce pharmacist gave them a rare smile:

“Welcome to Legrand.”

Applause sounded like thunder from behind.

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The witches turned their heads and saw the doctors and researchers in white coats who had left the test bench at some point and clustered behind them. They looked at them with smiles on their faces and applauded vigorously.

“Welcome to the First Academy of Sciences!”

Since the first century AD, the witches who have been wandering and living without a fixed place, essentially expelled from the world, felt their eyes redden with emotion.

Welcome to Legrand, the land of freedom.

The flower of truth bloomed on her soil.

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“I ordered Hawkins and the others to attack the Lowland Alliance.”

The Western Expedition of the Holy Empire was too heavy a topic. The King got up and walked to the map hanging on the wall. On the map, the cross symbols were almost distributed throughout the land on the east coast of the Abyss Strait. The King drew a line between the Lowland countries and the Holy Spirit Bay, and another line between Legrand and the Lowland countries.

“The Lowland Alliance has already cost us a heavy price in the Northland Rebellion. It is an outpost of the Holy Court. Before the war begins, we must destroy this eagle eye.”

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“The battleships of the Holy Court are stationed in the Lowland Alliance.” General Johan said, “It will not be easy to attack it.”

“So it can only be a surprise attack.” The King said lightly, “In their eyes, we are just ants, and ants will only build a city wall in vain before the flood and fire come, trembling with shield in hand. How could the tiger think that the ants would be so arrogant? And take the initiative?”

General Johan was slightly taken aback.

He glanced at the Queen Mother Eleanor. What the King said just now gave them a sense of familiarity, as if the one standing in front of the map was not the King, but the lion of the empire. The Duke of Buckingham had fought all his life, and his bloodlust and courage were beyond ordinary people. He could often make amazing moves under critical situations and win miraculous victories in the most deadly of odds.

General Johan was a little bitter and a little happy.

“Time?”

General Johan asked, since the King had decided to launch this raid, then as the highest person in charge of Legrand’s military after the King, he must immediately make various follow-up arrangements.

“As soon as the Dragon Wing Battleships return, launch an attack immediately.” The King said, looking at the Lowland countries on the map, “The battleships of the Holy Court have not appeared on the battlefield for nearly a thousand years, and we must be most cautious about their combat power. Have those idle astrologers make observations and divinations immediately.”

“The astrologers have been monitored and checked, and the problematic astrologers have been resolved.” General Johan bowed slightly.

“This raid is a secret operation and does not need to go through the parliament, but it needs the cooperation of the southern Free Chamber of Commerce…..Using the excuse of protecting the Legrand chamber of commerces, which was economically damaged during the Black Death, from now on all merchant ships that meet the displacement standards will be temporarily taken over by the royal family, the chamber of commerce will go north to act as cover for the raid.”

“The Dawson family is very familiar with the central route of the Abyss Strait, and I will have someone supervise him to take charge of this matter.”

General Johan took note.

After making a series of arrangements, the King paused and turned his attention to Queen Mother Eleanor: “Besides that, I need your help, Mother.”

“Do you want the sun or the moon? My dear child.” The Queen Mother Eleanor stepped forward, and she gently stroked her son’s face with her hand. “You know, no matter what you want, I will definitely give it to you.”

“I need you to go to Bomari.”

The King gently hugged his mother.

“It’s time for our warriors to wake up.”

“I will wake them up and bring them back. Your Majesty.”

Queen Mother Eleanor said.

The King clapped his hands, and the Head of the Households walked in lightly. He took the written order from the King. General Johan withdrew with him. The officials were waiting, and the treasury secretaries were already calculating the southern commerce and the effect of the operation.

In the cold Rose Palace, more than a hundred officials received orders to enter the palace in the morning. From the moment they stepped into the palace, the royal guards had already stood silently in front of the door.

The King’s officials were not unfamiliar with this situation. The King was notorious for his willfulness and unreasonableness. Whether it was the first national census or the later statistics on the church economy, the King’s behavior was always like this——they could forget about stepping out of the Rose Palace before completing the work.

However, this time, the keener of the finance officials still noticed something was wrong.

As the Head of the Households conveyed the King’s own orders one after another, the clever finance officials began to feel a little terrified.

What kind of commercial trade was needed to recruit so many merchant ships with a displacement of more than 100 tons? Why did protecting commerce require sailors to prepare so much rations? This was clearly a naval battle campaign!

When they looked up at the royal guards standing at the door of the room, their hands never leaving their hands on the hilt of their swords, the finance officials clearly felt the cold bloodlust from them. They finally understood that this time the King asked his soldiers to guard them, it was not to supervise them to finish their work quickly, but to keep it secret.

The King was determined to secretly launch a naval battle by bypassing the parliament.

Who was His Majesty’s target?

The stern soldiers glanced over, and the finance officials didn’t dare to think about it any more. They hurriedly lowered their heads and began to get busy as if they didn’t know anything.

Queen Mother Eleanor quietly left the city of Metzl the next morning.

The King had to attend an imperial court meeting, and General Johan saw Queen Mother Eleanor off.

In front of the city gate, Queen Mother Eleanor, wearing a cloak and a hood, was surrounded by a team of Iron Rose Cavalry. She looked at her nephew and smiled slightly: “You are very similar to him. He taught you and His Majesty well.”

General Johan held the reins and did not answer.

“He once said before,” Queen Mother Eleanor took a deep breath, she raised her head and looked at the bright sky, “I hope I can die on the battlefield against the gods. So…..child, don’t feel guilty, that was his own choice.”

She took a deep look at General Johan, who had always been very strong and reliable.

Perhaps because of the keen intuition of motherhood, the Queen Mother Eleanor noticed emotions that General Johan had never shown.

General Johan once comforted the King that the death of the Duke of Buckingham was not his fault. But he himself fell into the abyss of regret, he couldn’t help thinking all the time. If only he had insisted to the end that time, and fought in his father’s place. In that way, would his father stull be safe and sound?

He was also just a silly kid.

Queen Mother Eleanor thought.

She didn’t get along very well with the Duke of Buckingham in the past, and they didn’t like each other very much. However, the Queen Mother Eleanor remembered that the young Duke of Buckingham, who was about the same age as General Johan now, led an army of less than a hundred people, and stubbornly stayed behind to buy time for everyone.

Such a proud person was destined to step on that glorious battlefield from the very beginning, and he was destined to burn in the raging fire together with his comrades-in-arms.

“Go and plant the royal Rose flag on the Kingdom of God for him!”

She raised her whip high, the horse neighed, and charged out.

The wind rolled up Eleanor’s cloak and it flew like a tide. The first ray of sunlight fell on her long and slashing brows, which were as black as knives. Eleanor in battle armor and carrying a spear was the real Eleanor.

That was the Iron Queen who led the Kriyans to establish a country amidst the blood and fire.

……………

After the imperial court meeting ended, the King walked in the long corridor of the Rose Palace, the cold wind blowing at his figure.

He was a little used to turning his head to discuss something with someone. But when he turned his head and saw the oil painting hanging on the left side of the corridor, he paused and continued to walk forward alone.

The Head of the Households followed behind him, and sighed in his heart with some distress.

He took the initiative to speak up and reported the progress of the finance officials’ work.

“Have the overseas spies continued to send news back?”

After listening, the King asked another question.

The Head of the Households shook his head. Since the establishment of the Holy Empire, it had become very difficult for them to obtain news from the other side of the Abyss Strait: “Is Your Majesty thinking about Ferri III?”

“There is a problem with the Holy Court’s attitude.”

The King said indifferently, as he rounded a corner.

The sun fell on him, and he stopped to look at the rose bushes that were gradually flourishing as the weather got warmer, and saw an early rose bud.

“Do you intend to try to save that Mr. Ferri III? Your Majesty.”

A cheerful voice came from behind. It was impossible for the Head of the Households to speak like this in front of the King.

A pale hand stretched out from the side, and touched the rose bud that the King was looking at, and a bright red rose bloomed on the branch in an instant. The man broke off the rose and gave it to the King.

“I thought you should be in hell right now?”

The King took the flower and raised his eyebrows slightly to see the Devil quietly appearing beside him.

He should have thought that when the Devil promised him so happily to stay and deal with the matters in hell that day, there must have been something fishy going on. At this time, the corridor was quiet, and the Head of the Households was clearly standing not far from them, but he seemed to have been frozen. Except for the place where he and the Devil stood, other places only showed the dim colors of black and white paintings.

The Devil stood in front of him, his black suit returned to normal, his face paler than before.

But the King intuited that the Devil at this time was stronger than previously.

“Ah, I thought my arrival was a delightful surprise for you?” The Devil complained half-truthfully, “Can’t you be nice to a knight who just fought to the death for you?”

“Do you need me to create a rose medal for you as a reward?” The King asked back.

“If you wish.”

The Devil accepted it with a smile, but under the King’s gaze, he still threw up his hands in surrender.

“Okay, Mela has recovered, and the matters in hell are temporarily handed over to it. Although that guy is a bit stupid, the remaining little things are easily dealt with.”

The King examined the Devil, and kept feeling that this guy had hidden a lot from him…..For example, what was Mela’s identity? Why did it always remain in the form of a crow before? And this time after the hell lords were cleaned up, how did it recover?

The Devil smiled like a mask, flawless and impenetrable.

“So, my dear Majesty, do you want that Ferri III to live?”

The Devil changed the subject.

The King looked at the Devil for a while, then nodded slowly.

These days, he had always felt that there was something wrong with the Holy Court’s attitude…..In his opinion, on the matter of the pursuit of Ferri III, it seemed like it was not the Holy Court’s decision, but more so the Pope’s own killing intent towards Ferri III. This was very strange. The Holy Court’s pursuit of Ferri III could be explained by political factors, but what was the reason for the Pope’s intention to kill Ferri III?

Whether it was for the battle situation or for this oddity, the King believed that Ferri III would be a subtle but extremely important pawn in the whole situation.

Perhaps it should be called intuition. The King believed that Ferri III must remain alive.

The appearance of the Devil for this purpose further confirmed this point.

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——The King didn’t think the Devil had any mercy at all. He had always been profit seeking.

“You know, I’ve always been happy to carry out any will of yours.” As if knowing what the King was thinking, the Devil smiled as always, and he stretched out his hand to hold the King’s wrist, “However, as a devil, to save people, it will cause me to be laughed at if it is spread out. So, it is not too much for me to ask you for a reward, right?”

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When Griselda stepped into the castle, what she saw was the bloody black-suited Devil half-kneeling in front of the King. Her footsteps paused, and she subconsciously stopped at the entrance of the hall.

At that moment, she felt as if she saw a very ancient wasteland, where crazy and ruthless monsters were wary of each other but also truly provided companionship to each other. On the King and the Devil, time seemed to stand still, and the world flowed past them like water, while they remained unchanged from the birth of the sun to the death of the sun.

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What kind of agreement could create such a bond?

Griselda didn’t know.

The Devil whose clothes were still dripping blood stood up, and the King threw the bone scepter at him. The pale Devil held the bone scepter and passed by Griselda who came in. When the two approached, Griselda subconsciously reached out to push up her glasses, and looked at the Devil as if inadvertently.

The moonlight flashed across the lenses of the glasses, and the Devil suddenly turned his head slightly, and glanced at the witch casually.

He looked at her casually, but Griselda’s face suddenly changed in an instant, and she subconsciously took a few steps back.

At that moment, Griselda felt that she saw…..the side of the world that fell into darkness!

A poisonous snake-like chill slid down Griselda’s back. She had been in hell for so long. The witch had never felt too deeply that she was in hell, but when she met the pure black eyes of this unknown devil, she finally felt that she had truly seen hell. Buried in the depths of the pupils were endless corpses, and the world was destroyed and sinking in the corpses.

“Miss Griselda.” 

A faint voice came from the high seat, pulling the witch out of the hallucination. She found that the Devil had left, and she stood there in a particularly rude manner. She shuddered and hurried forward a few steps to apologize for her rudeness.

After listening to Griselda’s report, the King pondered, tapping on the armrest with his fingers.

“What do you think of the Dragon Wing Battleship?”

Compared with the territory successfully captured as expected, the King cared more about the Dragon Wing Battleships that were put into battle for the first time. After the ghost ship was repaired and restored to the appearance of the Dragon Wing Battleship, Griselda finally had a little freedom and was able to leave the Jenny briefly.

Griselda carefully described to the King the main attack methods of the current Dragon Wing Battleships, and finally gave her own evaluation: “If we can have a whole dragon wing battle fleet, then there is nothing to fear in the Holy Court at sea. But…..it is very difficult to build such a battleship nowadays.”

Hearing this, the King smiled slightly.

“The military industry department has sent in a request to me to keep a battleship in hell. They want to study the Dragon Wing Battleship. You can discuss with Hawkins and decide who will be staying.” The King said, then paused, “Before leaving hell, I need you to do one thing.”

“Your Majesty, please give me an order.”

Griselda bowed her head respectfully.

“Accept the escaped witches, and…..”

The King’s voice was low and gentle.

“Launch an assault on the Lowland Alliance.”

Griselda was startled. She looked up at the King, and found that the King was not joking.

………………

The Dragon Wing Battleship was met with a group of somewhat weird people.

“So beautiful!”

Mr. Raul circled the battleship, his eyes falling on the metal joints of the black iron dragon wings. His eyes were wild as if an extremely lustful ghost laid eyes on the beautiful dancers in the red light district.

“Oh my god, look at the lines, look at the gears, look at the design of the ram…..”

The voice of Mr. Raul’s right-hand assistant was a little trembling. He stretched out his hand as if he wanted to caress a lover, wanting to touch the hull of the battleship.

The dragon wings flapped, and a strong wind blew up, blowing away the group of…..perverts surrounding it.

The Walway pirates on the battleship laughed heartily.

“Hey, Jenny is going to be angry.”

The Walway pirates were leaning on the railing, looking at the military weapon designers who continued to gather around despite falling on their butts.

Hawkins chewed a piece of grass and sat on the mast. Watching this scene, he couldn’t help laughing gloatingly. Captain Hawkins was somehow comforted by Jenny’s impatience with these lunatics more than with him.

The sail suddenly swayed, and Hawkins, who was gloating just now, was thrown off the mast.

He rolled twice on the deck and stood up grinning.

When he got up, he saw Griselda board the ship with a serious expression.

“What’s wrong?”

Captain Hawkins asked.

Griselda whispered the King’s order to him, paused, and asked, “Why does His Majesty want to attack the Lowland Alliance all of a sudden?”

Captain Hawkins chewed the piece of grass, slightly restrained his frivolous expression, and looked at the sky thoughtfully: “…..The Lowland Alliance? The Holy Court…..Ferri III?”

He seemed to have made some guesses.

………………

The sky was gray and rainy.

General Johan got off his horse and hurried into the Rose Palace. Just like the previous Duke of Buckingham, General Johan also had a room in the Rose Palace, but like his father, he rarely lived in the palace. When the guards saw the young General Johan striding in, they hurriedly saluted him respectfully.

Some time ago, the King accidentally became “ill” and the political affairs were temporarily handed over to General Johan.

However, only a few people knew that the King was not actually in the palace.

Although the news was blocked well, the nobles in the upper class almost all have dog noses. They keenly sensed that other important matters were hidden under the King’s illness, so they surrounded the Rose Palace quietly like a pack of wolves who smelled the scent of blood, and circled the Rose Palace like vultures, trying to spy on something of value.

General Johan had cut off many hands trying to reach into the Rose Palace these days.

But fortunately there was also the Queen Mother Eleanor, who once guarded Legrand’s heart after William III’s expedition, so had rich experience in this area, making up for General Johan who was better at military affairs.

However, at this moment, General Johan felt how convenient his cousin’s reputation as a “tyrant” was.

——The courtiers were afraid of the King who would throw people to the guillotine at every turn. Despite their doubts, no one dared to disturb the “sick” King directly.

However, the King had been away for so long, and it was almost at the limit.

If it stretched any longer, he was afraid something would happen.

Pushing open the door of the study, General JohAn finally felt relieved after seeing the familiar figure beside Queen Mother Eleanor.

“Your Majesty.”

General Johan was relieved, and looked the King over a little rudely, confirming that he hadn’t suffered any harm in hell, and then let out a long breath.

“Don’t be so nervous.”

The King laughed a little and called General Johan to sit down.

During the few days when he went to hell, his cousin probably felt anxious every day, wishing to send three letters a day to hell to confirm his safety. Before General Johan arrived, Eleanor was laughing with the King about how General Johan was calm and solemn in front of people during this time, but he subconsciously paced around like a hunting dog when away from eyes.

In fact, the King should have stayed in hell for a while longer. The power of authority had just been taken back, and the castle still had a lot to be done.

But something happened at this time. The news reached the King before the banquet started. After learning about it, the King decided without hesitation to leave the rest to the Devil after the banquet while he himself rushed back to the Rose Palace immediately.

The decision to “raid the Lowland Alliance” that surprised Griselda was also made after learning about this incident.

“How is the situation?”

The King asked.

General Johan’s face was serious. He shook his head slowly: “It’s hard to say. I don’t know if it’s true or not.”

He took out a letter and handed it to the King.

The letter came from overseas.

During the period when the King was in hell, the Holy Court seemed to be very “tolerant” and did not take any major actions against the rebellious Legrand, but concentrated on stabilizing the order in the Holy Empire, eager to replace the Bressi Dynasty’s old framework by the new cross frame of the Holy Court.

The Holy Empire seemed to want to unify the eastern bank of the Abyss Strait before raising troops to conquer Legrand in the west.

During this period, one thing happened:

The life or death of Ferri III had become unknown.

When the King was at war with the lords of hell, on the other side of the Abyss Strait, the Holy Court was also planning a war under the vigorous “witch hunting campaign” on the surface——the purge campaign.

On the surface, it seemed that the Holy Empire was busy burning all the witches in the country, but in fact, during the witch hunt, the Holy Court further controlled the various areas of the original Bressi Kingdom. Then, at the beginning of February in the Holy Empire, the Knights Templar suddenly appeared in the northwest of the empire, piercing the extreme north like a dagger.

The Holy Court shredded its tolerance for the stubborn forces of Ferri III in the north. With iron-blooded methods, it overcame the severe cold weather and rugged terrain, destroying all the castles loyal to Ferri III along the way, and bombarded all the fortresses that did not hang the banners with the cross symbol. This thunderous war campaign caught Ferri III by surprise.

Fortunately, Ferri III, who was able to lead his personal soldiers to successfully withdraw from the royal city and was still safe after the establishment of the Holy Empire, was not some incompetent person.

After reacting, Ferri III immediately launched a counterattack. He took advantage of the thick snow and high cold terrains in the extreme north, and fought three battles with the Knights Templar in the Pennines. The first two battles were won with extraordinary courage and military talent, but the outcome of the final battle near the glacier was ambiguous.

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The Knights Templar had to withdraw temporarily from the snow field due to the consuming of rations and grass. Ferri III himself fled into the primeval forest with an army of less than a hundred people.

A ridiculous situation.

Legrand and Bressi had been sworn enemies for so many years, but now it was Legrand who sincerely hoped that Ferri III would survive.

Because, if Ferri III died, it meant one thing——

The Holy Empire no longer had any worries, and could go west at any time.

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The Trickster’s skinny wrist was clasped by a bloody pale hand, and its triumphant laughter was cut off in an instant. A few seconds ago, he was still gleeful, but now he was trembling with fear. He tore off the grasped wrist in an instant, and immediately retreated a long distance away.

“You…..you pretended to be dead? Impossible! You were clearly dead!”

The Trickster’s voice was shrill and sharp, extremely ear-piercing.

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It had clearly had the King in its control just now, and took back the authority granted to him! There was absolutely no way for a devil without authority to survive Basilisk’s deadly attack.

The Devil whose heart was pierced by Basilisk miraculously stood up from the spot before the throne.

He turned around, then threw the severed arm of the Trickster on the ground, and gracefully bowed to the startled and angry Lord of Deceit: “Thank you for your support.”

The Trickster’s gaze shifted from the Devil to the King behind him. The King was looking at the Trickster expressionlessly, and this finally caused it to come to its senses.

“You didn’t take back your authority at all! You have been performing since the beginning!”

The Lord of Deceit screamed hysterically. One day, the lord that was named “deceitful” actually fell into someone else’s conspiracy. It seemed that this kind of situation where you think you were playing with people in the palm of your hand, but in the end you were just acting to the calculation of others from the beginning to the end, was even more shocking to it than victory turning into failure in a blink of an eye.

It vaguely understood something, but it still couldn’t figure out how the King did it.

“A mortal…..how can a mortal escape my control?!”

It shouted crazily and waved its severed arm.

“This place is forbidden.”

The King folded his hands, resting on the scepter of bones, as he calmly looked at the mad Trickster, and gave an order.

The voice fell, there was a muffled sound, and the figure of the Trickster appeared at the entrance of the hall.

The “Deceitful Lord” waving his severed arm in the hall was still roaring madly, but the face of the real Trickster at the entrance of the hall was as dark as ink. The Devil walked towards the Trickster holding his sword, and when he passed by the “Deceitful Lord”, the roaring “Deceitful Lord” disappeared with a snap.

“Why leave so early?”

The Devil smiled. The open flesh of the piercing wound made by the Basilisk on his back was wriggling and healing rapidly.

Only he and the King knew exactly what was going on.

The Trickster had guessed wrong, the King had really been controlled by it just now. Because only in this way could they successfully deceive the extremely paranoid Trickster. But the power of authority was still with the Devil——the King did not take it back.

That was another order.

Before the banquet started, while preparing for the battle, the Devil told the King in detail about the situation of the various lords in hell.

When referring to the “Deceitful Lord”, the Devil smiled and asked the King: “No matter who you are, there will always be a seed of doubt hidden in your heart, Your Majesty. As long as you have the slightest distrust of me, then it can use that crack to make us turn against each other, so…..do you trust me?”

The moonlight was cold, and the Devil still had that masked smile on his face. He looked at the King, waiting for an answer.

“No.”

The King said lightly.

Not surprised, the Devil spread his hands.

Such a cold answer was indeed his Majesty’s usual style. This was a doomed answer…..A monarch could never give anyone 100% trust, let alone a…er, a devil who was full of lies?

“So…..” The King interlaced his fingers and looked up at him quietly, “An order.”

Half of the King’s face was illuminated by the moonlight, while the other half was hidden in the darkness.

“It is forbidden to return the authority to me during the battle.”

The Devil looked at him for a while, and smiled slightly. He leaned over and took the King’s hand, kissed the back of it, and said lightly, “As you have ordered, Your Majesty.”

This was an order that the lords of hell would never have thought of. No lord would issue such an order when bestowing their power on others——it was equivalent to allowing betrayal. Who could guarantee that the knife would not turn and point at them instead during battle?

If the Trickster knew what the King had ordered, he would think his Majesty was crazy, right?

The Devil thought casually.

He stepped on the shriveled chest of the Trickster, and that kick was so fierce that the Trickster’s ribs were all broken at once. The Devil bent down and grabbed the Trickster by the throat, then turned his head and smiled at the King: “Your Majesty, please allow me to leave for a while.”

After the King gave permission, the Devil dragged the Trickster with one hand and walked out of the palace.

“When you first glared with these rabbit eyes, I already crushed the head of a god.” The Devil said softly, and the smile on his face gradually turned cold. “Who allowed you to touch my treasure?”

With a crack, he slowly crushed the Trickster’s eye socket.

Like the most handsome gentleman in the world, he trampled on every bone in the Trickster bit by bit with the rigor of a scholar doing research. He looked down at the Trickster coldly, fury accumulated in the depths of his pupils, as if a wild beast whose territory had been violated was tearing that ignorant guy into pieces with its sharp claws.

“I’ve wanted to do this for a long time.”

The Devil whispered.

He had long wanted to tear these guys into pieces little by little, so as to calm down the anger and hatred in his heart.

………………

The Dragon Wing Battleship hovered in the sky.

The Trickster’s territory had already been submerged in a sea of flames. The battleships swooped down from time to time, ramming past with terrifying whistling noises. The pirates on the battleship roared and yelled excitedly. These rogues carried the most primitive elements of violence. Not only did the ferocious fighting style of the Dragon Wing Battleship not frighten them, but it aroused their ferocity.

“One more time! One more time!”

The pirates waved their swords and shouted.

The Dragon Wing Battleship hovered in mid-air, retracted its wings in response, and rushed down obliquely.

Crack, crack, where the black iron battleship crashed, the stone pillars collapsed, the palace was crumbling, and the army of death on the ground was crushed to pieces like ants.

The pirates cheered and shouted for the battleship in unison. They tried their best to turn the rudder on the ship to control the balance for the battleship, so as to prevent the battleship from crashing directly into the ground.

When Captain Hawkins commanded and planned to launch another large-scale attack by the battleships, the Trickster’s palace completely collapsed with a “bang”. The guards, who were still struggling, also stood still in a daze, motionless.

Captain Hawkins chewed the piece of grass and waved his hand to stop the battleships.

The dragon-like battleship was suspended in the air, casting a huge shadow that would enshroud the ruined palace.

At this moment, a bright ray of light soared into the sky from the direction of the distant Blackstone Castle, the sound of a dragon’s roar came from afar, the strong wind blew across the earth fiercely, and the sky and the earth were filled with a feeling that made people want to prostrate themselves, the air vibrating.

“Look!”

A pirate noticed something. He pointed to the ground not far away.

On the Trickster’s territory full of jagged and strange rocks, a river of white mist gushed out from a place they thought was a crack. Soon the sound of rushing water rumbled, and the flood roared and rushed from a distance. In an instant, the crack became a tributary of hell’s long River of the Departed.

In the hazy white mist, new souls were faintly born.

Griselda watched this scene, and she vaguely understood what happened.

Hawkins looked at her: “Successful?”

“En, His Majesty has succeeded.” Griselda put her hand on the railing, and she turned to look at the pirates: “His Majesty won! We won!”

The pirates were taken aback for a moment, and then threw their hats high into the air: “Long live Legrand! Long live the king!”

The iron wings of the Dragon Wing Battleship flapped slowly, making the sound of metal gears turning.

The battle was over, and the rest was triumph.

The battleships slowly soared into the sky, and they turned around and flew towards Blackstone Castle. Along the way, Griselda saw that on the land of hell, the dry river bed was filled with river water, and magma spewed out from the lake, like thousands of flowers and trees.

Mela the crow flew out of the Thousand Knives Peak carrying people from the military industry department. It looked at the torrential River of the Departed, and tears filled its eyes.

A thousand years have passed, and with the long River of the Departed rushing to various places in hell, this cursed chaotic place finally revealed an aura of order once again.

Hell had finally ushered in its order.

………………………

Blackstone Castle.

The bloodkin servants dragged away the mountain of corpses of the lords, and these corpses directly became their food. Although it sounded bloody, it was true. In hell, eating bones and sucking blood was justified. If a lord wanted to grow strong, it must have swallowed countless corpses.

The law of becoming stronger or dying was extraordinarily blunt here.

After all the corpses in the hall were dragged away, the Devil finally walked in from outside the hall.

Basilisk’s blow had pierced his heart. But the reason why he didn’t die was because the King gave him all his authority.

The blood on the smooth rocky ground hadn’t solidified yet. When the Devil walked in, he immediately saw his Majesty sitting on the throne surrounded by blood. The roof of the main hall was smashed by the lords during the fight. At this time, the moonlight fell coldly and sprinkled on the King.

The Devil was still holding the dragon bone sword that was dripping blood. They looked at each other from a distance, and neither of them spoke.

Drip, drip.

Holding the sword, the Devil stepped forward, stepping on the blood on the ground.

He walked to the throne and half knelt down.

The King looked down at him.

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The Devil held the hand of the King wearing the bone ring, and the light of the bone ring flowed when he returned the authority to the King. The King’s hand was still stained with the blood that spattered when he was pierced through the heart by Basilisk. The Devil saw it, and he laughed happily, lowering his head and kissing the back of the King’s hand.

“Good evening, my dear Majesty.”

The Devil said.

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