Valkyrie Europa

Chapter 239 White Light
Under the overthrow of the heavy rain, the atmosphere in the prime minister's mansion became even more desolate.

Almost everyone had an unconcealable sadness on their faces.In the hall, in the corridor, and in the room, there are all sad faces.Everyone knew that the life of their beloved Prime Minister was coming to an end.

And in the Prime Minister's bedroom, beside the plainly decorated bed, there are several people standing, each of them is a well-known figure in Berlin, who can decide the fate of millions of people with just one mouth, but now, they All of them frowned, looking at the dying old man on the bed with sorrow.

In the silence, one of the old men in a gorgeous military uniform turned his head and asked his subordinates, "What's the matter? Has His Majesty not come yet? The Prime Minister can't hold it anymore!"

"When I left, His Majesty was already preparing to leave. It must be because of the heavy rain that the road was delayed for a while." The young man behind him hurried up and explained.

At this time, a high-pitched chanting came from outside the door: "His Majesty the Emperor is here!"

Then amidst the noise, the door of the bedroom was opened, and a middle-aged man with a beard in a gorgeous dress walked in, but his clothes were soaked by the rain, and he looked a little embarrassed.

With tears in his eyes, surrounded by everyone, he walked to the Prime Minister's bedside, and held the somewhat old hand of the Prime Minister with both hands.

However, the old man lying on the bed was still in a coma and did not give him any response.

The old man in military uniform nodded, and a royal physician took two steps forward, and softly reported to His Majesty the Emperor: "We have tried our best, but unfortunately, the Prime Minister is too old, and we are still powerless."

"Forget it, forget it." His Majesty's voice was a little choked up: "I just came to see him for the last time, let him go at ease."

The Royal Physician took out a small bottle containing a light red potion, then gently raised Prime Minister Bismarck's head, poured the potion down, and then reported: "Your Majesty, this is a secret potion made by the royal family. You can let the Prime Minister wake up once at the last moment and explain the funeral."

His Majesty the Emperor didn't speak, just waved his hand and waved him away.

The room suddenly fell silent, only everyone's heavy breathing and staring remained.

After an unknown amount of time, the old prime minister's eyebrows trembled, his fingers twitched slightly, and an abnormal color of blood appeared on his face.Seeing this situation, a group of people surrounded him and cast their concerned eyes.

Finally, after a weak groan, the respected Prime Minister woke up.

His eyes slowly opened, from cloudy and confused to clear and bright, he turned his head with difficulty, looked at several people in the room, and finally stopped his gaze on His Majesty the Emperor.

His voice was extremely weak, but full of affection: "Oh, William, don't feel sorry for me. I have lived to be more than 80 years old, and I have been the prime minister for so many years. I have long been enough. It is time for me to rest."

"No!" His Majesty the Emperor burst into tears, and his tone was like a coquettish child: "No, I don't allow you to rest! I want you to survive and be my prime minister for the rest of your life!"

"Sigh..." The old prime minister sighed and didn't respond, then looked around and said with emotion: "Old fellows, you all came to see me off."

When everyone heard his words, they all shed tears, many of them were already in tears, only the old man in military uniform took two steps forward, knelt down, and said to him in tears: "Oh, old man, just take a step first , I will come down to accompany you in a few years, don't worry, if you have any unfulfilled wishes, just tell us, we will definitely fulfill them for you!"

"I'm just a little worried." The old prime minister's voice was full of reluctance.

He looked at the old man in military uniform: "Like Bavaria, let's stop, I know you want military merits, and you want to build an immortal foundation of the Greater German Empire, but we and Bavaria are a family, why bother to waste the young man on the front line Their lives? Being gentle is better than fighting, and they will eventually return to the embrace of the motherland."

"I understand, I understand, let's stop the war immediately, stop the war immediately!" After looking at each other, the old man in military uniform and His Majesty the Emperor repeatedly assured.

"Philip" the dying Prime Minister looked behind the old man in military uniform, a majestic old man in a noble dress: "Oh, you and I have been fighting openly and secretly for so many years, and now I am going, I invite you, please Seeing that we have also fought together, give those young people a way out. Although they are still very naive, they are the future of Germany."

The majestic old man did not speak, but nodded seriously.

Then, the old prime minister looked aside again, and his eyes stopped on a young man who was tall and straight, exuding a fierce aura like a sharp sword drawn from its scabbard.

But before he could speak, the young man knelt down on one knee and said respectfully: "My lord, please rest assured that my father's injuries are almost healed. I promise in the name of our Siegfried family that no Will let anyone run amok on our German soil!"

The old man nodded in relief, and then looked at his students, disciples, and heirs who stood beside him. He looked at the sadness on their faces and the fear and confusion hidden in them, but he didn't say much.

In the end, his gaze returned to His Majesty the Emperor: "William, in fact, I am most worried about you. I know that you have never been liked by your father. After others, but you have to know that it was not your brothers who were finally selected by your father to inherit the throne, but you! He just had too high expectations of you and was too strict with you."

"But now, you are still as competitive as before, launching wars again and again to expand and invade. I know that you want to prove yourself, and you want to prove that you are not the one your father was forced to do. Choose. But you have to know that you are the king of a country, the ruler of the great German Empire, and what a ruler has to do is not just to start a war! Don't be blinded by military achievements! Go and see those people , those who work in the farmland, they have worked hard enough, so don't... care about them more and be sympathetic"

The prime minister's voice became weaker and intermittent, and his breathing became softer. Finally, his eyes began to close slowly, his voice gradually disappeared, and his hands drooped weakly.
Everyone knows that the prime minister's life has come to an end!

Many people were already crying loudly, bringing people outside the room, and the whole mansion was full of crying.

His Majesty the Emperor also gently put down the Prime Minister's hand, stood up with a pale complexion, looked around in a daze, and then gave an order sadly: "Oh, it's for the Prime Minister!"

But before he finished speaking, a brilliant white light soared into the sky from the prime minister's bed, illuminating the entire room, even passing through the walls and roof, illuminating the entire prime minister's mansion.

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The gate of the headquarters of the German Communist Party is facing the Unter den Linden Avenue. There are two guards standing at the gate all the year round, responsible for checking everyone who comes in and out here, and identifying their identities.

This job is not dangerous, but the requirements for guards are extremely high, and they need to have extraordinary discrimination ability and excellent memory. Of course, some small skills of seeing people, recognizing people, and distinguishing dangerous people are also essential.

Fortunately, the German Communist Party has a big business now, and there are members of all kinds of teachings and ranks. Under the generous conditions of 15 merit points a day, several masters from Cuiliu Street took this job.In addition to the necessary abilities, their own strength is also extremely outstanding. They are powerful warriors at the level of great warriors, ordinary stupid thieves, and idlers can be dismissed by them without disturbing the big shots in the headquarters.

They are also very serious about their work. Even in such a heavy rainy day, they still stand straight at the door, with piercing eyes, observing the few pedestrians on the street.

"Hey, this damn weather, when the shift changes, how about we go to the Flame Bar for a drink?" one of the guards said.

"It's not too bad." Another guard pointed at the top of his head: "If there is no awning ordered by the chief of staff, we will have to get in the rain! But the flame bar is boring, I think we should go"

His words did not continue, because a figure appeared in their sight.

It was a black figure, from far to near, walking straight towards the gate of the headquarters of the German Communist Party.

It's not unusual for someone to come over, the key is the aura of this figure!

Like a raging wild beast, it chooses people and devours them, wanting to destroy everything!

Even the dense raindrops changed direction and scattered away under his astonishing aura.

The figure was getting closer and closer, and finally, he came in front of the two of them, allowing people to see his appearance clearly.

It was a man wearing a soaked black military uniform, with white hair drooping wet from his head to his face, covering his face, and he was tightly holding a silver eagle in his hand. The cane of the head!
It's Lord Silver Eagle!Master of the Royal Gendarmerie!
The clothes can be imitated, the white hair can be faked, and the cane can be faked, but the combination of these three, plus the amazing aura on his body, the two guards immediately confirmed his identity.

What is he here for?To sweep us up?To destroy us?To destroy us?What about the rest of the gendarmerie?

Countless questions echoed in the minds of the guards, making them terrified.

One of the guards swallowed and barely let out a voice: "You you."

However, under the extreme panic, his mind seemed to be frozen, "you" for a long time, but he couldn't continue the following words.

"Is Adolf in there?" Lord Silver Eagle's voice was a little hoarse.

"Yes, yes, yes, it's in the top office." The guard replied hastily, without considering the issue of leaking secrets or not.

After hearing the answer, Lord Silver Eagle continued to move forward, and walked in in a blink of an eye.

Only then did the two guards come to their senses. Driven by fear, they gave up their duties and fled in a panic. They didn't know where they were going. They only knew that the farther they had to hide, the better!
The hall of the headquarters was still very busy, until the figure of Lord Silver Eagle appeared in everyone's field of vision.

The command that was about to be shouted stopped in the throat, the writing pen that was about to be handed fell to the ground, the water glass was overturned, the chair was knocked down, the expression was frozen on the face, the movement stopped in the air, and the audience suddenly became silent.

Standing in the center of the hall, under the terrified eyes of everyone, Lord Silver Eagle looked up and saw Adolf who was looking down curiously.

The moment his eyes met, he stomped his feet and jumped up.

"bang"

The glass window of the party leader's office suddenly shattered, and he also stood in front of the panic-stricken Adolf.

His eyes were like eagles, he stared straight at Adolf, and his tone was full of anger: "Say! What is your relationship with the Holy See? Why did you come out to stir up trouble again?"

"Holy See?" Adolf felt bewildered, "What Holy See? Didn't you tell me to continue working and grow stronger?"

"Then how did you get those martial arts?" Lord Silver Eagle looked fiercely: "Don't tell me that you created it yourself!"

"This, of course, we have our own channels to obtain it, and it has nothing to do with the Holy See!" Adolf suppressed his temporary panic and said calmly.

"It doesn't matter?" Lord Silver Eagle showed disdain: "Your father was originally an Austrian customs officer. Although he was far away in Austria, he couldn't hide it from me! Your parents are both devout believers of the Holy See! When you were young, you also They were sent to a church in Austria to practice martial arts! How dare you say that it has nothing to do with the Holy See? With so many cheats, who else can come up with them except the Holy See?"

"We really have nothing to do with the Holy See! I only studied in the Benedictine Monastery for three years, and only learned one of the most basic internal skills. Since I left Austria, I have never had any contact with the Holy See!" Adolf said honestly To be honest, the eyes are calm.

"Then, how did those martial arts come about? It doesn't matter if you are at the inheritance level, the top level, the absolute top level, that can't be bought with simple money! What kind of party of yours is developing so fast, there must be the support of the Holy See behind it." Lord Silver Eagle's tone was aggressive, expressing his disbelief.

"In short, we have nothing to do with the Holy See! We have nothing to do with it at all! As for how the martial arts secrets came from, this is the top secret of our party, and I can't tell you!" Adolf said seriously with a serious face.

"Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!" Lord Yinying suddenly laughed loudly: "Secret? Top secret? Okay! If you don't want to say it, I'll beat you until you say it!"

His aura suddenly became violent, he lightly passed the cane in his hand, and pointed straight at Adolf.

This hand did not have any momentum, nor did it bless the wild inner energy, but with this light blow, even a steel plate ten centimeters thick could be pierced in one blow!

He believes that anyone under such a blow will lose the ability to resist!

But among these people, Adolf was not included!

Facing this blow, Adolf yelled violently, and in just an instant, his body suddenly became bigger, and the clothes on his body were all torn, revealing his gnarled muscles like steel and iron bones!
He crossed his hands and moved up.

With a "snap", the stick and the arm crossed, making a muffled sound.

This blow was actually blocked by Adolf!

"Eh?" Lord Silver Eagle's eyes showed surprise: "I underestimated you!"

The cane was slowly retracted, held by him in front of his chest, and countless vigor began to gather on the cane.

The next blow must be shockingly powerful!

Adolf also looked solemnly, clenched his fists with both hands, and the black fighting spirit on his body was steaming, ready to strike violently at any time!
Just when the battle was about to break out, a figure ran into the hall downstairs, shouting excitedly: "News from the prime minister's mansion! The prime minister has returned from the dead! Now he can walk on the ground!"

(End of this chapter)