Valkyrie Europa

Chapter 232 Aftermath
Spain, Madrid, Royal Palace of Madrid.

The gate of the palace opened slowly, and with the escort and support of two guards, a man who looked very weak was brought in.

It can be seen that he has been carefully cleaned and tidied up, and his clothes are also very clean and decent, but his pale face, weather-stained face, dull eyes, rough and dry hands, still betrayed him, he is just a It's just inferior people.

But in the entire palace, whether it was officials, priests, or the emperor, everyone's eyes were focused on him, making his complexion paler and his eyes even more flustered.

Fortunately, the strong support of the guards prevented him from falling to the ground.

But no one in the palace sympathized with his nervousness and panic. Everyone was excited and couldn't wait to ask their questions. For a while, the whole palace was as noisy as the busiest vegetable market.

"What the hell happened there?"

"Why are you the only ones back? Where are the other warships?"

"You are under attack? Are you a werewolf?"

"Where is our Portuguese ship?"

"How did the plan fail?
The noise from the floor made the man dizzy, and he was about to pass out almost immediately.

"Enough! Let me ask!"

Fortunately, a majestic voice suppressed the audience, subdued the noise, and restored the silence in the palace.

The middle-aged patriarch in the red robe moved away from the crowd, and after signaling to the two kings who were in charge, he came in front of the man.

His warm and powerful voice soothed the man's traumatized heart in an instant: "Okay, don't panic, let's take our time. First, can you tell us your name and position on the ship?"

"Well, my name is Roy, Frank Roy." The man's voice was full of weakness: "It's the second officer of the 'Antis'."

"Oh, 'Antis' is the ship you came back from?" The red-robed patriarch's voice was still gentle: "What about the captain and first mate?"

"Yes." The man's voice was full of sadness and fear: "The captain was killed at the beginning, and the first officer survived for two days, but in the end he lost too much blood and couldn't make it through."

"Ah, you were killed, so who attacked you? Was it a werewolf?" the red-robed patriarch persuaded.

"I don't know me. I don't know!" The fear in the man's eyes almost overflowed, and his body twisted and struggled.

"Okay, okay, my child, the Lord has always been by your side, the Lord has always protected you, now you are safe, and no one can hurt you." The red-robed pastor's voice was melodious and gentle, like a spring breeze blowing on his face, full of With incredible power: "Don't be afraid, the Lord will protect you and destroy the enemy for you. Please tell the Lord, who attacked you?"

"I don't know!" The man seemed to have calmed down a bit, but his tone was still flustered: "He can fly! He just flew over from the dark night and broke our mast! He even grabbed the captain's Head! There are so many people, so many demons! Everyone keeps fighting! Everyone keeps dying!"

"Okay, okay, okay, we don't want those demons, let's think about something relaxing, do you remember what happened when we set sail?" The red-robed Patriarch didn't go any further, and changed the question.

"I remember, I bid farewell to my parents and went out to sea with the fleet. Good ships, many fleets, sails covering the sky, endless sea, and blue sky." The man's voice softened.

"Then what happened next?" the red-robed patriarch continued to ask.

"Later? We went through a storm. We fished together and hunted whales together. We came to a place where the ice and snow were extremely cold. It was really cold. The charcoal burned out in a short time, so we wrapped ourselves in blankets to keep warm." The man fell into memory, nagging, talking intermittently for a long time.

The red-robed patriarch was not impatient at all, and continued to be persuasive: "Oh, it's really cold, then what?"

"Then? Then we found a big iceberg, and we hid together in the leeward place. The fleet anchored, and everyone stopped there, enduring the cold there. It's really cold there." The man shivered and stretched out His hands were covered with chilblains, and the hideous wounds after the chilblains burst.

"Then, how did you guys get attacked?" The voice of the red-robed patriarch became stronger, giving him strength little by little: "Don't be afraid, speak slowly."

"That is, it was one night, the moon was not very bright, the clouds were thick, and it was very dark outside." The man fell into the memory again: "The captain ordered that no lights be turned on at night, so we all crowded in the cabin. Here, everyone was hugging each other, talking to each other, some people were almost falling asleep, and then we heard the sound of thunder."

"The sound of thunder?" The red-robed patriarch's voice was full of doubts.

"Yes, the sound of thunder is very loud. It is the first time we have heard thunder so loud and so close." The man looked a little trembling: "There is no way, Everyone was called up by the captain and went to the deck to check the ropes and fix the boat, but...it wasn't raining or windy outside. We"

"What did you see?" The voice of the red-robed patriarch was still gentle, but a little more anxious.

"We." The man seemed to wake up suddenly, and fear was in his voice again: "Yes! We saw shooting stars! The golden ones, the red ones, are all shooting stars!"

"Meteor?" The red-robed Patriarch's voice was full of doubts.

"Ah, three shooting stars! They collided in the sky! They made a thunderous sound! They are a symbol of disaster! They brought killing! They brought death!" The man panicked again, twisting his body, as if Want to run away or hide.

But under the powerful hands of the two guards, his purpose could not be achieved at all.

"Don't panic, don't be afraid." The red-robed patriarch continued to ask: "After seeing the shooting star, you were attacked? Those devils?"

"Yes, devils! They are all devils! There are more and more meteors, more and more devils! They climbed up from the sea, and they are killing people!" The man suddenly had a ferocious face, his eyes were red, his limbs twitched, and he went crazy: " Kill! Kill! Come with me! Kill them! Drive them down! Don't let them wreck the ship! Kill! Plug the hole over there, plug it up! Kill! Over there, over there, drive down! Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill!.”

It took a long time before he calmed down, as if he had lost all his strength, his eyes were lifeless, his body was limp, and he was about to collapse.

The red-robed patriarch made a gesture, and the guard relaxed his hands, and put the limp body down.The red-robed pastor took two steps forward, hugged him, gently stroked his back, and kept comforting him: "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, the demons are gone, and they are all wiped out by the Lord. You are very happy now. Be safe, don't be afraid, don't be afraid."

It was with great difficulty that he calmed down the poor man so that he would not be overwhelmed, and then asked: "What happened afterward, after killing those demons?"

The man's face was full of tears, but his voice calmed down: "We keep killing, keep killing people, from night to day, keep killing, keep killing people, there are boats sinking beside us, the sea surface There are corpses all over the place, all pieces of wood, and the sea water is blood red. There are rafts carrying demons coming over in the distance, we can't do it, we can only escape!"

"Oh? You retreated? What about the other ships?" the red-robed Patriarch continued to ask.

"I don't know, we kept fleeing all the way, those demons kept chasing, and there are flying demons, they can sink a ship in one hit, we have no choice but to escape separately." The man's voice was full of Sadness: "Some ships were severely damaged and couldn't support them, so they sank. We kept running away, and we didn't have time to save them. Some couldn't support them back, and went to the nearby Iceland to rest. There were fewer and fewer ships, Fewer and fewer"

"Then besides you, is there no other boat to support you back?" The red-robed patriarch expressed puzzlement.

"Later we passed through the UK again. Some of the ships were unwilling to run away, so we went directly there to find a place to rest. Then there were several storms, several ships sank, and several ships were lost. In the end, we supported Back home," the man was already in tears.

Then, there are a few more detailed questions, some men can tell, while others don't know.

Finally, the long interrogation ended, the man was supported and went down to rest for treatment, and the silence in the hall was suddenly broken.

"Okay, basically, I understand what's going on." King Philip II of Spain seemed to be ten years old all of a sudden, his expression faltered, his voice was hoarse and full of weakness: "Our fleet is over .”

But King Luis I of Portugal was not so calm. He jumped up and yelled: "This is what you say is foolproof? What perfect plan? Shit! It's all shit! A hundred ships! A hundred ships! Just like that, you were ruined by your Holy See! What kind of shit judge, what kind of shit Holy See elite! Go to death for all of them! Go to death!"

He gasped violently, stomped his feet, slapped the chair, and roared wildly, like a madman.

It was so easy, when he calmed down, the red-robed patriarch opened his eyes and responded to him, although he looked equally bitter: "I understand the feelings of the two majesties, but what happened has already happened, and the matter has come to an end , we can only accept this result. Accept this plan to completely sink the soldiers, these warships, and merchant ships to the bottom of the sea.”

"How is it possible to accept it? There are a hundred ships! They are all high-quality large merchant ships! Do you know how much it costs and how long it takes to build such a ship? Ah?" Louis I still slapped the handrail angrily. .

"This is the end of the matter, so I won't say much." The red-robed patriarch promised with a serious face, "I will go to the holy city immediately and report to the cardinals. After all, this time is initiated by our holy religion." Action, no matter what, we will try our best to make up for the losses of the two majesties, please believe in our strength! Believe in the reputation of our holy religion for thousands of years!"

"Go, go." Philip II waved his hands weakly, muttering: "Everything is over."

As the red-robed patriarch strode away from the palace, the palace suddenly fell silent. All the ministers were out of breath and did not dare to make any sound. The noise at the beginning seemed to have never existed before.

"Tell me, what shall we do next?" Philip II's original shrewdness and ability disappeared, and he was as depressed as an old man.

"First of all, we should send a note to the British side and ask them to help gather the ships and sailors." It was the prime minister who spoke.

"The same is true for other coastal countries. No matter France, Ireland, Denmark, or Norway, we must send envoys to ask them to help gather and find our lost ships." That was the foreign minister.

"Although it is difficult, please Your Majesty allocate a sum of money to pay for the sacrificed soldiers." That was the Minister of Military Affairs.

One suggestion, one request, one sentence of comfort echoed in the palace, echoing feebly
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On the unnamed deserted island, a huge warship with big holes was lying on the reef, and debris, large and small, scattered all over the beach.

Dozens of weak sailors and soldiers are busy repairing the ship under the command of the officer, throwing the bodies of their companions into the dug pit.
On the high ground not far from the beach, the life of a white-haired old man also came to an end.

"Jeanne," he stroked his daughter's head with difficulty: "This time, it's really a complete failure. Sure enough, I can't do anything. Whether it's France or Iceland, even if I have counted countless times, I can't do anything. I have tried countless times, but all of them are failures. I have been a failure all my life."

"No, father, you are not wrong. You can only blame Clark who deserves to go to hell. If he hadn't been discovered by the wolf shepherd Wu Sheng, we wouldn't be here." The girl covered with bandages was full of tears, and her eyes were full of resentment .

"No, don't blame him, it's not his fault." The old man's voice was extremely weak: "This time, it was just an accident. It was our bad luck. Who knows, there will be a martial artist visiting the seaside? My arrangement was wrong .”

"But." The girl still clenched her fists: "If he is discovered and he decisively lures the Martial Saint over, we won't be able to."

"No, don't be angry." The old man stretched out his hand with difficulty, trying to calm his daughter's angry face: "Clark is not wrong, even if he waits to die, the werewolf will still find us, sooner or later."

His eyes were full of kindness: "Joan, I'm sorry, I haven't given you enough paternal love, and I've been forcing you to practice martial arts, so that you don't enjoy the happiness that a girl should enjoy. You hate me. Me?"

The young girl pressed the old man's hand tightly to her cheek, and burst into tears again: "No, father, I never hated you, you are the person I respect the most, and you are the most devout servant of the Lord."

"Don't cry, Joan." The old man moved his fingers, trying to wipe away the girl's tears: "Promise me, you will laugh more in the future, you look so good when you smile. If you cry all the time, there will be no boy." The kids loved it."

"Yes, Father." The girl tried her best not to cry, and forced a smile.

But the old man could no longer respond to her, and the old arm hung down and hit the ground.

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Along the long coast, there are several primitive rafts scattered all over the place.

In the forest not far from the coast, a massacre is taking place.

The big rough hand was as fast as lightning, and it grabbed the soldier's neck in one fell swoop and pressed it against the tree.

The thick, long-haired man was furious and his eyes were red. He shouted hysterically, "Say! Who did it! Who destroyed our camp! Who killed our people!"

The soldier's face was full of horror, and he struggled to squeeze out the words: "I, we don't know. We didn't do it. When we came, people were already dead. We just buried them to prevent the plague. It's really not us. of"

After crushing the soldier's neck, the savage man with long hair reaching his waist shouted to the sky, "Who is it! Get out! Get out!"

Behind him was a dilapidated tribal camp, full of corpses, and the twisted and mutilated corpses of Danish soldiers who had just died.

And, one by one, the wolf shepherds were furious, roaring and howling wildly, destroying the forest and land, venting their anger.

(End of this chapter)