Bride of the Great Demon King

"Are you doubting whether this magic circle is effective?" The ghost knight read his thoughts from the eyes of the king, "Don't worry! According to the secret file in the Cathedral that only the Pope can browse, this magic circle is as different as it has been for hundreds of years. The one that previously sealed the Death Lord is of the same origin. I even suspect that if there was no Seraphim sword at that time, it would have been activated long ago. After all, no human being can resist its temptation, can it? So my dear Theodosius, you don't have to worry about your military spending being wasted."

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I don't know if it's because people in Florentia are used to being swift and resolute. The next morning after the Golden Lion's visit, two guards came to Bairiel's residence.

After briefly introducing their respective names, the guards stood aside silently, waiting for the boy's instructions.Bailier selected some books about the history of Florence and the geographical location and customs of various countries on the continent.The teenager drew a simple map in his mind, and filled it in with helpful information bit by bit.

After the guards finished reading the thin collection of poems "The Rise of Ferondo" with a sonorous and forceful voice, even Bailiel had to admit that the Golden Lion did have his own uniqueness.The people could see the majesty of the king again in this land where the Holy Church of Light used to overwhelm everything. In this man, Bailiel felt the terrifying ability to strategize.

Bailiel felt that the years of war in the north were more or less caused by the Holy Church's behind-the-scenes instigation.Sending divine knights who are second only to the pope to the "most pious" country to help the king defend the country in the name of protecting the believers, this system actually weighs the strengths among countries, allowing small countries to continue to rise, and big countries cannot implement annexation .The Golden Lion used a series of lightning-fast diplomatic means, making the Templar overwhelmed and unable to respond quickly during his unification process.

The teenager "read" eagerly, silently remembering all useful information in his heart.He didn't decide to end the day's study until the throats of the two guards became hoarse.

The whole body was aching from the strands of hair to the toes, and Bairiel knew that the destructive effect of the holy power was still continuing.Although the high concentration of mental power has reduced the frequency of his coughing a lot, but this kind of corrosion from the inside of the body has not stopped for a moment.Once relaxed, the itching in the throat soon returned.The boy lay on the bed, repeating the process of falling asleep, waking up coughing, falling asleep again, and waking up coughing again, until he heard the sound of birdsong in the morning, and then simply groped out of bed with a pale face.

The breakfast is quite rich.

Bairiel swallowed two pieces of bread slowly and drank a small glass of milk.Although the burning pain from his lungs to his throat made him lose his appetite, after knowing that even death would not solve the problem, he had already decided to grit his teeth and persevere.

After breakfast, the boy curled up on a chair covered with sheepskin as usual, with a thick cloak covering his body.The constant weakening of his body made him feel extremely chilly, even though it was early summer in the northern country at this time, it could not alleviate his feeling of cold.

The guard at the ear was reading a passage about the split between the Church of Light and the Church of Light in the North.The boy rubbed the blade of lies hidden in his waist with his fingertips, thinking about the attitude of the golden lion.

It is understandable for Hull, who was imprisoned and killed by the Great Demon King, to want revenge.It is understandable that the light side, which has always been hostile to the dark camp, wants to get rid of the devil.But as a human king, it is quite puzzling to choose to participate in this conspiracy when he cannot get any direct benefits.

Taking a step back, even if the golden lion succeeds and obtains the highest glory that humans have never had, how can he guarantee that he will not be swallowed by the fire of revenge from hell?

Ever since his body was filled with holy power, the young man could vaguely feel the energy fluctuations of everyone again.The power of the golden lion does not exceed the holy rank at most, that is, it can just rival the upper demons, and any ancient demon can easily kill him.What kind of power is hidden behind him, so that he can decide to join forces with the Holy Church without hesitation?

He must have something to rely on!

And Duke Teredo, even he was serving the king.

Could it be that? !

Bairiel suddenly shuddered, feeling that his conjecture might be the truth.

If that's the case...

Isn't the Great Demon King very dangerous?Any imperfect link in the human plan will be repaired by that person, and he will use his power to fuel the flames behind...

"Please get ready, the therapist will be here soon." The guard who came to report hurriedly left after leaving a word.

therapist?

Bairiel suddenly remembered that the king said that he would let a healing magician find a way to prolong his life.Before the boy could react, footsteps had already entered the room.

"Is the patient you mentioned here?"

The slightly familiar voice made Bailier's heart skip a beat.

It's him!

"Open all the windows. Even if the patient is afraid of the cold, adding a charcoal stove is enough. Stuffing him here like you will only make his condition worse." The man in the healing magician robe said while saying Walking to Bailie's side, "Ah! This young master's complexion is not very good."

"My lord therapist, all the windows are open, do you have any orders?"

"Oh, it's nothing else. You all go away for a while! My protocol at the first diagnosis..."

"Yes, Mr. Healer. We have been informed of your rules. We will wait outside the door. But...before you use any magic that exceeds the third level, please be sure to inform us first. Throughout the palace There is a powerful guardian magic circle in it, and anyone without permission cannot use magic higher than the third level here."

"Haha! Your Majesty the King is really careful. Don't worry! The strength of the detection magic is only level three. I will notify you to cooperate when I have the result of my diagnosis."

"Yes, my lord." The footsteps of the guards stopped not far from the door, obviously not completely relieved of the healing magician.

"Honey, you can talk now. Don't worry, no one can overhear our conversation." The man patted the boy on the shoulder lightly.

"Trio! How could it be you? The Great Demon King..." For the sudden appearance of the leader of the Plague Cultists, Bairiel was both surprised and looking forward to it.

"No, my lord has not yet arrived at the Sacred Heart City. As for why I am a healer..." The handsome leader of the Epidemic Cultists smiled slightly, "Probably because I felt that the healer's robe can bring out my temperament very well. So go to the Association of Healing Magicians to take part in the assessment!"

"..." Hearing that the Great Demon King was not nearby, the young man couldn't help feeling disappointed.

"Okay, dear, don't look sad. I assure you, my lord will see you soon."

"Really? By the way, the Great Demon King must be careful, the people on the side of the light plan to..."

"Use a whimsical plan to kill my lord? Hahahaha, these lackeys of the God of Light sometimes really have the spirit of entertaining themselves!" The leader of the Epidemic Cult seemed to have understood the other party's plan, and his mocking tone was greatly Inspired the youth's confidence.If even Trio knew about it, there would be no reason for the Great Demon King to be unprepared.

"But I doubt that there are other demon kings involved in this matter." The boy said with a frown.

"Other demon kings?" The eyes of the plague cultists moved slightly.

"Yes. I suspect that the Arrogant Demon King knew about this whole plan long ago, so he deliberately made a bet to limit the power that the Great Demon King can use, and tried to lure him into a trap. In this way, no matter whether the Bright Temple is successful or not, He can reap the benefits of being a fisherman."

"The bet? What bet? If it's convenient, can you tell me the content of the bet?" This incident was obviously beyond the expectations of the Plague Cultists.

"The Great Demon King and the Arrogant Demon King made a bet with their most important things. Whoever can control the strongest human country on the ground within a year will be the winner. During the betting period, both parties can only use high-ranking demons at most. The level of power. After Garland weakened due to the plague, Ferondo is the country most likely to aspire to the throne of the number one power. Could it be that even this plague is part of the plan?" The young man couldn't help but feel worried about the Great Demon King.From this point of view, the power of the arrogant devil is deeply rooted in Ferondo. Can the devil really have a way to control this country within the time limit?

"The most important thing for each? What is the thing my master used to bet on?"

"I." The blond boy raised the corners of his lips, "I am the big devil's bet."

The handsome Plague Cultist froze for a moment, then laughed loudly: "Hahahaha... that's great! I mean, I should have thought of it earlier! Otherwise, why would my lord send down an oracle to look for you! Hahahaha!"

"You seem very happy?" Trio's attitude made Bailier feel puzzled.

"Of course! The more important you are to my lord, the more rewarding I can get after saving you, isn't it?" Trio was very honest about his desire, and nodded vigorously to Bairiel: "You are right in your analysis. The Arrogant Demon King probably already knew about the whimsical plans of human beings, so he intentionally limited the power of both sides so that our Lord could not suppress the Holy Church of Light with absolute power. But the problem we have to solve first is It's not a threat from another demon king."

"what is that?"

"It's your body. If you have returned to the arms of the God of Darkness before my lord arrives, then my hard work will be in vain!"

"Do you have a way to solve the corruption of the holy power?" The young man frowned, "They all say that I am the descending Seraphim, don't you care?"

"That's something that should be decided by my lord. Before the next oracle comes, protecting your life is my primary duty. As for the issue of holy power, if there is no way to channel it, then the only choice is to implement a seal. The former The source of the holy power needs to be taken out, and the latter requires you to have a certain degree of control over the source of the holy power."

"Control it?" The young man pursed his lips, remembering the power he possessed in the world of flames.

"Yes." The handsome Plague Cultist smiled, "It seems that you already have a clue?"

Is it really possible?

Seal the power that claims to be his half body again.

If I go to the world of flames again...

The boy was lost in thought.