Gold is Justice

In this small abandoned village, there is only me, the teacher, and a "gift" brought by me that still exists here, right?

So what's next?

Next, those who want to kill themselves will arrive here.

If it is to escape, then will there be a long chase next?I am constantly running away, and they are constantly chasing after me?

Ha ha ha ha ha……

What a pity.

After running around for a day and a night, Menglang felt that he was really tired.

My own strength can't support myself to squander like this willfully. If I can't get rid of these enemies before my physical strength is completely exhausted, then I'm afraid I won't wait until I rush to the next trustworthy town to meet a trustworthy lord. I'm about to die in this remote place.

Looking at Connor Conservative who was already showing a pessimistic expression, Meng Lang exhaled slowly and said, "How is the current situation of 'Gift'?"

Connor didn't recover for a while, and could only respond: "It's still well bandaged. Your Majesty, you..."

"In that case, I need to rest for a while now. You go and get me some water and food. I want to sleep for a while."

Facing the emperor, Connor only had admiration in his heart.

He had heard rumors about the emperor, and he had been able to walk out of many battles in the past alive, no matter how dangerous the situation was, he was able to behave calmly and composedly.

Perhaps, this is the so-called emperor's leisure.

Immediately, Connor went to fetch water and a piece of bread.Meng Lang smiled, took it and finished eating and drinking in two or three bites.Afterwards, he closed his clothes and lay down on a bed made of straw mats next to him, and smiled at Connor, "Two hours... no, wake me up in an hour. Be sure to wake me up, Otherwise we're both dead."

After receiving a reply from Connor, the emperor finally closed his eyes.In less than a minute, there was a soft snoring sound coming from his nose, and he fell asleep.

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In the distance, the final assassination team headed by Priest Priest Priest and Elder Majik is also on the run.

Their faces were covered in mud mixed with dust and sweat, and some had icicles on their hats and clothes.

These people stepped on the snow under their feet and saw the row of shallow footprints rushing towards the looming village in the distance as if gliding. Everyone was a little frightened, but they had to grit their teeth and continue towards go ahead.

Elder Majik couldn't bear it anymore, he took out another bottle from the few remaining magic potions, opened it and wanted to drink it.Now, this is no longer to replenish magic power, but simply to quench thirst.

After finishing a bottle, he wiped his mouth and said to Priest who was beside him with a gloomy face, "Is Menglang Bilan that strong? He is... just like a monster now!"

Priest still had a gloomy face, but he gathered a Templar shield in his hand early on, and at the same time he squeezed the special sacred mace in his hand.

"Hey, let me ask you something! At this stage, do you need to pretend to be deaf and dumb with me?!"

Magjik's roar made Priest look a little impatient.

Perhaps it was because there were obviously more Templars in this team, so the eyes of the people in the Holy See looked a little unkind to the elder magician.

Priest let out a breath, watched the white gas quickly dissipate in the air, and then opened his tired eyes and said, "Why do you think he was able to escape? You designed the ice thorn trap, and you said there was no one. People can escape from there. The result?"

The corner of Majik's mouth twitched, but before he could speak, a magician standing behind him with a bandage on his back stood up first, pointing at Prince and other Templars.

"You, you pious believers who claim to believe in the God of Light, it should be your responsibility to come out this time to clean up the heretic who jumped to the throne. But look, it is our Magic Association who has contributed the most this time! Now, You still have the face to accuse us?"

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George Peanutton, who was in the Paladin team, is also injured now.However, when he saw that his fellow magician, who used to monitor Song of the Mermaid with him, now started to blame his teammates because of pain and suffering, he couldn't stand it any longer. He stepped forward and patted him on the shoulder lightly. He said softly: "Okay, everyone is for the God of Light, don't talk about it. I will buy you a drink after I go back!"

Eddie Invincible, the flame demon mage also glanced at this colleague, then shook his shoulders, shook his hand away, and continued to say to Priest: "This time, we brought a total of 1000 people out. These 1000 people are undoubtedly the most loyal comrades-in-arms of our association and your Holy See, right?"

"A mature and loyal magician is very rare in the first place. Elemental affinity is a gift from the God of Light. He is a one-in-a-million candidate! And in this battle, we have almost exhausted all the core strength of our Magic Association." Members. Our strength is exhausted...but now, you, the Archbishop, blame our Magic Association for not doing enough?"

George frowned, put his arms around the brother, and said, "Okay! Don't talk about it, everyone is out to make money, and we will kill whoever blocks our way of making money. It's that simple! It's not like that now. When we are fighting among ourselves, everyone should stop arguing! Anyway, there is only one dog emperor, and there are 30 people on our side, so killing him is more than enough!"

Seeing George's constant mediation, Eddie endured the severe pain in his shoulder and stopped talking.

However, when everyone's attention was shifted to Eddie, the magician, Priest glanced at the flame mage out of the corner of his eye, showing even more dissatisfaction in his eyes.

How dare a little mage dare to confront the Chief High Priest of the Holy See?

In the entire Holy See of Light, not even the saint had the guts to scold him.

And now, such a small magician actually has such courage?

Although he didn't say anything, Princeton still had layers of displeasure in his heart.In a blink of an eye, he had already figured out that if he faced the dog emperor later, he would let this young mage come forward to try his true abilities, so that he could find out the bottom line.Secondly, if this blind magician died right away, it would be over.

Everyone continued to walk forward, and soon, the appearance of the village became very clear.

There didn't seem to be any soldiers around the village, which made the people who were on their way a little cautious and slowed down unconsciously.

"What's going on? Shouldn't there be a reserve army here?"

Majik asked a question.

Priest shook his head lightly, and said, "I don't know...but it really doesn't look like there is any ambush. I don't know if it has something to do with that Orion."

Majik was stunned: "You mean those hunters who claim to be familiar with this terrain and are willing to seduce the soldiers of Emperor Dog for two hundred gold coins?"

For this Great Elder, Priest really became more and more impatient.

How did such a stupid man become a great magician?If it weren't for the sake of his powerful magic power, even if he died, he wouldn't want to be with such a fool.

After taking a deep breath, Prince responded: "That's not Orion. Although those people are dressed as Orion, they obviously came here with a certain purpose. What they need is not just two hundred coins." Gold coins, but something more outstanding. If the soldiers here are really lured away by them, I don’t think it’s too much to give him four hundred gold coins.”

After thinking about it for a while, Magik nodded in agreement and gave a thumbs up: "I'll add another hundred to him to make up five hundred gold coins! If we succeed, he will be a great contributor!"

These words made Priest want to laugh again.

Great hero?That Orion could indeed hold the five hundred gold coins.It's just that he entered his tomb with the five hundred gold coins.

After confirming that there were no soldiers stationed in front, the high priest finally waved his hand to let everyone move forward.

When Magjik led everyone forward, he silently retreated to the center of the team and followed slowly.

The village is not big, with only a few houses, and it seems that there are no more than a dozen families living in it at most.

It is precisely because of the small size of the village that the village in the middle of the mountain appears so small.

Now, the time has gradually entered the evening.The sky that had been clear for a day also began to snow again, covering all the trees, stones, fields, and houses around.

There was no sound in the dilapidated village, and even the wind didn't seem to dare to pass through this village full of chilling atmosphere.

There were few houses, so when the assassination team first stepped into the village, they had already seen the person they most wanted to see standing there.

The No. 13 emperor of the Blue Bay Empire - Vigorous Waves Bilan.

Today, he is still wearing the anti-magic armor. After removing the cloak and useless decorations, his strong and explosive muscle curves under the armor are even more prominent.

The emperor stood alone in the middle of the village, holding the hilt of the long sword stuck in the ground with both hands, and closed his eyes, letting the snowflakes fall on his hair and armor.

At this time, the sky was about to gradually darken.

When they realized that the light around them was about to disappear, several magicians immediately understood, raised their staffs and shot a ball of light enough to illuminate everything around them into the air to prevent assassination in the darkness.

It's just that the emperor didn't seem to care about those spheres of light in mid-air at all, even though the surroundings became as bright as day again, he remained calm and calm.

The magicians and Templars began to spread out slowly, and slowly hugged the emperor in a surrounding shape.

It was also at the moment when their encirclement net had just formed, the king who stood like a sculpture in the wind and snow suddenly opened his eyes and raised the long sword in his hand.

At that moment, all members of the assassination team nervously assumed fighting postures.

"Holy Sword Heart of the Ocean. My father specially invited craftsmen from the Hunting Seat to make it for me on my birthday."

As if he didn't see the surrounding people at all, Menglang shook the long sword in his hand with a faint blue light, and held it in the palm of his hand after shaking out a sword flower, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, quietly Watch it quietly.

"Although the relationship between Murderer and us is not very good, I have to say that their way of making weapons is indeed very outstanding."

"The heart of the ocean is not a magic sword, and the blue ocean luster she exudes is not enchanted. Those wonderful craftsmen used some techniques that are said to be unheard of, saying that they embedded the color of the sea into the blade .Hehe, to me, this is a gimmick. Water is colorless, what color is the sea? It’s all a gimmick.”

"However, I must admit that this sword is very beautiful, and it is also my favorite sword. I want to take this sword with me wherever I go. It is not so much a weapon as it is mine. A companion."

"But on the other hand, as a sword, the journey of Heart of the Ocean is incomplete."

"I like her so much, I don't want her sword to be stained in any way. Therefore, I never ordered her to strike. She is a symbol of the purity of my heart, and I absolutely cannot allow her to be stained with a little blood."

"But now, my sword is broken, and the sword I snatched from your so-called magic swordsman is not easy to use. It seems that I really want to pick her up. What a pity... Or, It's a lucky thing for you. Because she didn't go forward, I couldn't use her power to the fullest. I hid her in this big rear, and I also hope that my journey will not have any Accident. Sigh... Now that I think about it, tomorrow or the accident, I really might not know which one will come first."

Having said that, Menglang began to look carefully at the long sword in his hand again.Looking at his eyes full of reluctance, it seems that he is really reluctant to use this sword to kill the enemy.

Prince held up the tower shield and mace, staring directly at the emperor in front of him.And Majik next to him held a staff with both hands, and said in a somewhat rude voice: "Fenglang Bilan! This is not the result we want, it is you... you forced us to do everything! "

Meng Lang raised his head, and when his eyes left the heart of the most beloved ocean, the tenderness and smile immediately turned into killing and coldness: "Times must move forward. In this world, nothing lasts forever." Unchanged. Even the era of the devil king will pass, let alone the century of magic."

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"No! The magical century will never pass! It will continue for a long, long time in the future, hundreds of years, thousands of years, tens of thousands of years! Even if she disappears one day in the future, I will never allow it She disappeared in my time!"

Majik raised his hand and opened it.In an instant, a group of strong winds took shape in his palm.

The wind tornado brought up the surrounding snowflakes, and soon formed a snow tornado in his palm.Then he waved his hand to the sky, and the snow tornado quickly flew into the sky!In an instant, there was a strong wind, and large swathes of snowflakes and strong winds swept up, turning this small village that had seemed very peaceful just now into a terrifying storm center, isolating the village from its surroundings and preventing anyone from entering or leaving.

In the midst of the raging storm, Majik once again clenched the staff in his hand, and shouted——

"As long as you die, then all the crimes will be borne by that woman in the marginal province! Then, as long as she dies, those damn devil's products will disappear together! As long as there are no more elemental machines to appear , magic can prosper forever! So, you are the root of the problem!"

But in the center of the eye of the storm, the corner of Meng Lang's mouth showed a touch of contempt and sneer.

At his early 30s, looking at the magician in front of him, he really has a feeling of looking at the old and stubborn.

"It's you who insist on change! But the last thing the Blue Bay Empire should have is change! It's only been two years since you became emperor, but what has the entire empire become like? Lost lives! Do you know what this is? This is the price you paid for disobeying the master's instruction and insisting on changing everything!"

"Fenglang Bilan, you are no longer qualified to be the emperor of the Blue Bay Empire. There will be more outstanding talents in the blood of Bilan to protect this country and protect the tradition of magic. As for you, we will hold the most important event for you." A beautiful funeral, and then please stand beside the God of Light and watch us revive the entire Blue Bay Empire!"

Meng Lang just stood there, silently watching the speech of the elder of the Magic Association.

When he finally finished speaking, the emperor turned to Prince beside him with a sneer, and said in a half-joking manner: "What about you? My dearest High Priest Prince. Will the God of Light you believe in, the great, gentle, generous, and benevolent God of Light, ask you to use this assassination method to deal with your emperor?"

Prince's face was ashen, but after a while, he clenched the shield and mace even more tightly, and said coldly: "The God of Light wants the people to believe in the God of Light, not those who do not follow the will of the gods. Elemental machine."

After hearing these words, Meng Lang sneered again and shrugged his shoulders——

"The belief in gods is really a kind of garbage."