The Blackening Journey of the Abandoned Knight

light.

Incomparably pure light.

In the shocked eyes of the old Pope, under the light that illuminated the entire void like the sun, countless white wings spread out behind the road, a huge white wing that could wrap three knights in it, and the size was more similar to the angel in people's hearts The white wings in the shape of wings, or the small white wings that only white pigeons in the square have, spread out from behind Lu, like countless hands, surrounding him, pushing him, embracing him, opening or closing, sending out It is similar to the squawking sound that only a large group of white pigeons flap their wings.

The unremarkable long spear has also undergone new changes. The front end is constantly lengthening, and it seems that it is no longer a weapon used by humans.

The old man opened his mouth wide, "What..."

The undead standing on a high place has a cold expression, aiming the spear in his hand at the old pope below. At the front end of the spear, a snow-white light ball expands, and light particles are constantly pulled out of the void and absorbed by the light ball, rotating around the light ball from time to time. There are bright white electric lights jumping, and the temperature in the air drops a little every time it jumps.

This situation can be called an angel, or a god.

Only divine descent can describe it.

Such words emerged in the old pope's mind.

If the Lord of the North Pole came, it would be like this. The old Pope, who had never seen the Lord of the North Pole, thought of it.

However, how could the Lord of the North Pole, who no longer existed in this world, descend from God?Such a convincing yet fallacious spectacle challenged what the old Pope knew, and could only end in his defeat.

【kill him. 】

A voice whispered in Lu's ear.

Evil, struggling, desperate, crying, regretting, pitiful, longing, appealing, desperate, just looking for something, and righteous.

Countless voices whispered in Lu's ear.

【【【【【【【kill him! 】】】】]]

[Why do you say that we are the ones who caused the disaster?Why do you say we are heretics?Why do you say that we are not allowed in the world? ! ! ! 】

[Natural disasters and man-made disasters will always happen, why should they be blamed on us? !Birth, old age, sickness and death are the laws of nature, why must it be said that it is our fault? !It is an unchanging iron law that the weak eat the strong, so why do the weak have to take us out if they can't survive? ! 】

[Even if it's because of us, so what, how can we judge, how can we convict? !Damn you!Why blame us for the fault? ! ! ! 】

[I'm not convinced! 】

[I'm not convinced! ! 】

[I'm not convinced! ! ! 】

The pale knight closed his eyes and died here. The wailing voices of the seniors sacrificed by the temple echoed in his ears. The grievances of the dead wrapped around him, slowly increasing his strength with their last remnants.

The shape looks like a wing, but when you look closely, you can find that the white wings, which are composed of pieces of soft bone, are tightened a little bit, and the sharp blade is turned outward, revealing a cold light.

The undead opened his eyes, and the silver-gray pupils turned bright red like weeping blood, and the two bloodstains meandering down were painted palely, only evil can describe it.

He opened his mouth and said what was in his heart.

With just a single word, countless dead roared with him.

"I don't agree!!!!!!"

The ball of light dancing on the tip of the gun suddenly stopped under the roar, and then——

——A beam of light.

The void of stars crumbles in light.

***

It was already three days later when the entire imperial capital was cleaned up and turned into a visible appearance.

Whether it's eating, studying, cleaning, sneaking secrets, kissing and going to bed, there will be soldiers kicking open the door, and breaking into the house without any explanation to search—by the way, the so-called "home" does not distinguish between men, women, young and old, senior officials, nobles, common people, and poor— —Then the soldiers left and took at least one person away. Three days later, everyone hoped that the imperial capital could restore order.

Although the first emperor was not skilled enough, his ability to lead the citizens of the imperial capital to whitewash the peace was good. Nowadays, many people are secretly poking the spine of the new emperor who has not yet ascended the throne day and night.

The disappearance on the way startled everyone, and finally returned to the palace by himself, and stood by His Royal Highness Ansair, who suppressed all accusations with an unscrupulous smile on the breathless crowd who were looking for him In front of the big mirror, I was bored looking at the gowns made by more than a dozen royal tailors who rushed to work overnight.

It's really shiny gold, someone thought silently.

This is only the first robe worn next to the body.

The maids who hadn't been seen during the coup, and who appeared out of nowhere when peace was restored, shuttled through the hall holding clothes one by one.

Ansair suspected that they were trying to wrap themselves into a big rice dumpling.

The starched shirt, the white dress with gold trim, and the lower ends of the black trousers were tightly wrapped into the cowhide boots. Finally, all these equipments were completed, and the maids joined hands to bring a scarlet cloak. , this ten-meter-long velvet cloak embroidered with a dozen royal thorns logos weighs at least ten kilograms, plus all kinds of gemstones inlaid, hung, cut, and worn on the body...

His Highness Ansair wondered if he would punch a hole in the ground under his feet.

And the smoker leader who was dressed like an old eunuch was still shouting.

"Give the sword, give the sword, give the sword? Where is the person who kept the sword? Hey, hey, wait a minute, bring the jewel box, and put a few big diamonds on the crown of thorns, hurry up!"

"..." Ansair.

The new emperor who was about to ascend the throne sighed sadly in his heart.

Ada, who was also standing in the room, also sighed sadly.

The boy's current life is beyond his imagination. He has also heard the adults in the village talk about the life of the nobles in the city or the palace. Simple things, so that Ada wanted to beat up all those guys who irresponsibly spread unreliable messages after real contact.

You can get what you want. Only this sentence can describe Ada's current life.

The servants around him hardly confessed him as the Lord of the North Pole.

If there is no crown prince watching.

Today, I ran three laps around the imperial capital again. At three o'clock in the middle of the night, Ada, who was still standing guard beside the crown prince, really wanted to go back to her dilapidated wooden house.

Two long hours finally passed, the color of the eastern sky gradually became brighter, dark purple, light purple, deep red and light red slowly dyed, the smoker leader took a step back, looked left and right, and finally announced.

"Perfect!"

The people who worked hard all night finally breathed a sigh of relief. The crown prince who was manipulated like a puppet secretly remembered the faces of everyone on the scene, and decided to find a chance to get revenge.

The carriage had already been prepared early, and a group of people surrounded Ansair to get on the carriage.

At this time the sun had not yet risen, and the soldiers stood in two rows on the avenue in front of the palace, and the citizens finally walked out of their homes and went to the street to wait.

The gates of the city were opened, and the whole families of nearby residents who got the news came together, or some nobles who still survived the coup also drove their carriages into the city.

A few girls dressed like peasant girls pushed a cart full of straw and walked through the city gate amidst the crowd.

"Hey, you guys, wait!"

The soldier guarding the city gate had just been hit by a galloping noble carriage, and managed to take a few steps back to keep his balance. He didn't have to sit down on the ground, cursing and patting the ashes on his body before turning around. I saw the girls.

He frowned suspiciously and stopped the girls' car.

"Where's the inspection report from the checkpoint ahead?" He reached out to the girls.

The girls glanced at each other secretly, and a girl with long red hair walked up to the soldier and flipped her bag across her shoulders.

"Master, here is our inspection report..."

She timidly took out a piece of paper from her bag, and the soldier who couldn't bear her slow movement snatched it up and turned it over.

Um?Blank paper?

The soldier asked first.

The anger being teased in his head has not yet reached the end, but the faint fragrance of the paper has passed into his nose.

What a strange scent, a bit like dovetail... thought the soldier.

A few seconds later, he blankly handed back the white paper in his hand, and told the smiling red-haired girl.

"You can't take the main road today, do you know that you should turn left after entering the city?"

The red-haired girl bowed repeatedly.

"Yes, of course, we will, sir."

The soldier waved his hand, "Okay, you go in."

Under the watchful eyes of other people who were blocked at the gate of the city, the girls hurriedly pushed the cart together, and the wheels creaked under the heavy pressure.

After walking a long distance, the girls who pretended to be bumpkins entered the city and turned their heads to look around began to communicate in low voices.

"It's really easy to solve."

"Very weak."

"I just can't figure out why there are so many plans in advance."

The girls were chattering happily, and the leading red-haired girl turned around and gave them a look before calming down, but she was still making eye contact under the red-haired girl's eyelids.

"Let's transport the things to the base first, accidents are prone to happen outside." The red-haired girl said seriously.

She was answered with mixed responses.

"Yes--"

"No problem boss."

"Hurry up and go."

The head girl was on the verge of crying over the quality of her new batch of subordinates.

Just like ordinary girls, the girls pushing the carts were joking and chasing and playing, moving forward all the way.

The people on the street were also heading in the same direction, with serious expressions, occasionally chatting in a low voice, and they would separate after a few words.

"There are so many people." One of the girls couldn't help but sigh.

Judging from the comparison of the prosperity of their hometown and the imperial capital, bumpkins are not just pretending to them.

Going further, you can see the soldiers maintaining order at the intersection of the street. There are crowds of people. From a distance, you can hear the trumpet played by the band, or the beat of the drum.

The red-haired girl knew without even thinking about it. First, there must be the guard of honor in black with sticks, then the Royal Orchestra, and the city defense army walked in front in a square formation, and then the carriage carrying the new emperor around the city.

The red-haired girl in the lead flashed unmistakable hatred in her eyes, she lowered her head to cover it up, and urged her companions to turn around.

A corner of the black box is exposed among the straws on the cart,

The author has something to say:

What is written in the second half of the nineteen do not know...

I'm really not used to the desktop keyboard.