Human dimension reduction

The two of them chattered back and forth in the study for more than 20 minutes. The inexplicable and strange uneasiness in Stuart's heart became more and more intense. He frowned and looked at the study again, as well as the little king behind the oak table. , obviously everything is normal...

The wax on the oak table is smooth and delicate. On one side of the table are piles of documents that need to be reviewed by the king. Several hard-shell books made of parchment are stacked together, covering the planetarium model densely covered with gears and levers behind. Just a few bottles of blue and black ink, and the king's quill—

Before he could react, Stuart turned his eyes and caught the thing that made him uneasy.

quill.

What was dipped in the sharp and sharp pen tip was not the blue-black ink used for the approval documents, but a dark red liquid with an unknown scarlet color.

red ink.

Stuart's pupils suddenly constricted.

In the hands of the king, red ink seldom appears on documents. The ink of this color will always have only one purpose-to sign the execution book of the nobles.

The king's mentor's expression changed drastically. He remembered that when he first entered the study, he had passed Lorenzo, who was holding a roll of parchment in his hand.

"His Majesty!"

Facing Stuart's gaffe, the little king looked extremely calm. He crossed his hands on his knees and looked at his mentor: "You've lost your composure, my Duke."

Stuart strode across to Edward, pressed his hands on the table, and bent down suddenly, like a falcon staring at the prey on the ground, while the height-restricted king raised his head and looked at him with light green eyes. It's full of cold ice.

"You issued Mary York's execution warrant." Stuart confirmed in a whisper.

The little king didn't think others were fools. According to his estimation, with Lorenzo's speed, Mary should have been forcibly tied out of the Palace of Westminster by now, and she was probably on her way to the Tower of London.

"Beheading? Poison?" Stuart unexpectedly found that he was not very angry. After a brief moment of anger, inexplicable worries followed, "Or...hanging?"

The little king raised his eyelids, looked at him, and didn't speak.

Stuart's heart sank: "You should know that Mary is an aristocrat... It is an insult to hang the aristocrats, and you will be punished by the High Court—"

"The High Court has too many opinions and suggestions," interrupted the little king grimly. "I don't need to listen to a pack of hyenas."

Stuart quickly changed the subject: "Mary is now the first heir to the throne, and the execution order you issued against her is invalid unless it is signed by the judge of the High Court."

As he said that, the elder Duke straightened his body: "Please allow me to resign and correct this mistake for you."

"Aiden, lock the door!"

The little king behind the table said loudly that the steward guarding the door had faithfully fulfilled his master's order, and the brass door lock made two clicks and the bolt twisted continuously, locking the heavy oak door.

Duke Stuart was stunned for two seconds, then suddenly turned to look at the king.

The blond-haired and blue-eyed king is like the martyred son on the dome mural of the monastery, his face is still pale and thin, and he wears a simple golden crown on his hair, and the heavy scarlet cloak is pressed on his shoulders, like an empire that has been around for hundreds of years. The glorious history is projected on the sovereign of this country.

Under Stuart's gaze, the little king touched under the table with his hand, raised a short walnut gun, and pointed the black muzzle at Stuart, just like his frosty eyes at the moment: "I Duke, please sit down and wait for the reply from our Earl of Essex."

The cloak slipped off a corner as the king's arm was raised, and Stuart keenly smelled a certain smell of iron rust. He followed this faint smell, only to find that the king's cloak was splashed with large flakes of rust. blood.

"Duke of York..." Stuart realized in an instant that the little king was wearing the same clothes that his younger brother wore before his death!

Sitting here is not his political opponents who are competing for state power, but his brother who is burning with anger to avenge the death of his blood relatives.

Benefits and clever words can move political opponents, but they can never shake a fire of revenge.

Stuart breathed out slowly, and slowly released his hand on the hilt of the sword at his waist. Under the black muzzle of the gun, he calmly sat back in the armchair: "Do you know the consequences of doing this?"

The little king's expression remained unchanged from the beginning to the end. Seeing Stuart sitting down, he put the gun on the table and did not let go: Your question is obviously unnecessary. "

Stuart's dark blue eyes looked at the young king, full of ambiguity. The two stalemate for nearly 5 minutes. During the suffocating confrontation, the little king suddenly turned his head to look in the direction of the window, a trace of surprise appeared on his face. In a flash, at a place he didn't notice, Stuart suddenly became stiff all over, tiny blood streaks crawled on the beautiful eyeballs...

An invisible and grand aura swayed in the air, and there were horrible changes that could not be seen directly. It seemed that the whole world collapsed, and the invisible thing let out a distressed scream. The medieval royal city began to collapse inward from the edge. The stone-cast houses began to turn into ashes, and the sleeping citizens in the houses twisted, stretched, and stretched their limbs, and hideous monsters crawled out of their skins, exploring this mutated world with their moist mouthparts.

And outside of London, which was engulfed by the black hole, there was a thick fog gushing out from the center of the capital of the empire, which was being watched by the whole world.

Holding a short gun with a walnut handle, the little king jumped off the high-backed chair and rushed to the window. With just a glance, he saw the bright sunlight penetrating from the sky like a knife edge, and the overlapping phantoms of the floors.

The world began to crumble.

why?

Qiao Zhou turned his mind quickly, thinking about it, as if there was only one most unlikely possibility: Mary, perhaps an indispensable and important role in this script.

And her death caused the world to collapse.

Hell, who would have thought that such a marginal character would be an important character in the script? !

If he had known earlier, he would never have chosen to execute Mary in this way, at least he would not have personally delayed Stuart!

By the way, Stuart—

Qiao Zhou's back felt cold, and without even thinking about it, he pounced to the side, and the coldly shining rapier pierced hard into the place where he was standing just now.

The handsome duke with curly black hair was holding his saber. His expression at the moment was very strange. Thinking of the experience during this period, his expression was full of indescribable and inquiring curiosity: "You are not Edward, who are you?"

Qiao Zhou was not stubborn and refused to admit his identity, but he would not tell him his name foolishly: "Who am I? Anyway, in your opinion, I am just your majesty the king. Is the name important? My lord duke?"

Before he finished speaking, he squeezed the trigger hard on Stuart, and poured half of the projectiles towards the Duke who was close at hand.

Several soft and flexible tentacles came out from under Stuart's long dark coat, engulfing the scattered ammunition. The brass bullet casings clanged and fell on the marble floor, and the gunpowder powder scattered in the air.

Stuart's handsome face was blocked by dark green tentacles. The alienated Duke was still elegant and handsome on the surface, but under his robes came the sticky sliding sound that only marine tentacles would make when they were entwined.

One shot failed, the little king turned the gun resolutely, and sent all the remaining ammunition to the floor-to-ceiling painted window. The Virgin holding the Holy Child was instantly torn apart, and the angel with outstretched wings exploded and shattered. The colorful stained glass poured down like a rain curtain, and the small crystal fragments reflected colorful cold light. The little king threw away the empty pistol without hesitation, jumped out of the window nimbly, chose a direction and ran away.

Before he can fight his enemies, he has to get his reward for his trip - the St. Louis crown in the royal reliquary.

For some reason, Stuart didn't catch up, and Qiao Zhou rushed all the way into the sacristy deep in the Palace of Westminster without any hindrance.

This house is not as tall as it sounds. The house is narrow and tall, like an overly tall but wide and narrow cardboard box. It was built for only one purpose: to preserve the crown and scepter used in the coronation ceremony of the king and queen.

The room is covered with dark carpets, and there are no windows around. The only source of light is the never-extinguishing gas lamp embedded in the ceiling. The bright light shines directly down on the raised red velvet cushions at the end of the house. .

The transparent diamond the size of an adult woman's fist on the king's scepter made of gold exudes dazzling luster. The royal orb studded with gems and pearls is wrapped in velvet and satin and placed aside. crown.

Solid gold base, traditional ring plus four arched arms to hold up the jewel tower ball, carved roses and crosses between the arches, each arm is full of sea blue diamonds, they come together , like a blue flame melted by a glacial river, the dark red velvet lining and the ermine fur lining also have jewels of the same color, and several thumb-sized sapphires have been polished into multiple refracting surfaces. This crown is like It is a bouquet of dark blue roses, elegant, classical, delicate and charming, waiting quietly for the master of the empire to hold it up.

The young king looked at it for a moment, stretched out his hand without hesitation, picked up the heavy and gorgeous crown, and put it on his head.

The cold light of dark blue gemstones seemed to surge like a galaxy, surrounding the young monarch. Under the crown, the king's pale green pupils became deeper. The next second, a gloved hand touched the edge of the crown, gently Help him adjust the angle.

A tall and thin figure appeared in the little king's pale green eyes.

Long silver-white hair, a close-fitting snow-white shirt, a black vest jacket, boots binding the calves, a plain white rose on the chest, a black cane pressed in one hand, cornflower blue pupils, and lips that seem to be withering Dead dark red rose.

The mad doctor adjusted the position of the crown for him, lowered his eyes and smiled slightly at the little king: "A very beautiful crown, my majesty the king."

The other hand stretched out at the right time and pressed it on the young man's shoulder. Another tall and straight figure was quickly outlined in the void. The young man in a traditional robe with phoenix eyes squinted. The hem of his clothes was burning with crabapple branches and vines. He was arrogant and cold. Such as the face of the Immortal Venerable on the Nine Heavens Cloud, holding a candle-light blue lantern, like a fairy who came out of an ancient legend, he softened his eyes only when he saw someone on the side: "...Lorraine. "

The undertaker smoothed out the wrinkles of the scarlet royal robe on the young king's shoulders, tilted his head to look at him, and commented softly: "It's okay."

The little king looked at them carefully, a soft little hand got under the cloak and held his hand, the little king turned his head, and the blond Duke of York in gorgeous and formal clothes was standing beside him, with a chubby His face was attached to his elder brother's arm, and when he saw him looking over, his round and beautiful eyes curved: "Brother Wang!"

The two adults looked at each other, and the embalmer from the East smiled: "Long time no see, Lorraine."

The handsome and thin nobleman stared at the black-haired and black-eyed young man, and with a flick of his tongue, he read out the elegant surname: "... Lan."

This feeling is very strange, as if a person is divided into four parts, he can see both Vincent and Lan Yin, and at the same time he can see Vincent and Edward through Lan Yin's eyes, he clearly knows that they are Four independent individuals feel that they are inseparable from each other.

Without needing more communication, Lan Yin held a lamp and hid in the dark where no one could see. Countless monsters roared past him. Richard, Duke of York, disappeared without a sound. Flash appeared on the tower of the Palace of Westminster.

The whole world seemed to be split in two, one half was shrouded in daylight, modern buildings rose from the ground, and countless survivors struggled to run there from dark corners; Covered by the gushing mist, the heavy and solemn stone buildings of the Middle Ages stared into the distance forever, the ancient stone roads were winding, and the night embraced the yellowed old London in the historical picture scroll, and monsters shuttled among them.

One light and one dark, absurd and terrifying.

In this terrifying scene, a man with dark curly hair jumped from the roof, his amber eyes were filled with a soft and affectionate light like honey, and his speed was as fast as the wind, almost in a flash. The Tower of London appeared in front of the two of them. Under the loose hair, the Sardinian assassin gave a ferocious and bloodthirsty smile: "Little Majesty, are you going to abandon your wolfhound and run away? With...an old lover?"

The mad doctor pulled out his rapier from his cane, and collided with the Sardinian assassin's Hidden Blade. Both of them took the ghostly and fast route, one elegant and elegant, the other fierce and fierce. The sound of metal collisions was like raindrops.

The little king withdrew from their battlefield in time, and the mortician appeared behind him without a sound. When the light of the lantern was about to cover the little king, dark green tentacles popped out from a tricky direction and stabbed the mortician in the heart.

When he was only two inches away from the key point of the mortician, he was grabbed by the mortician with his raised hand.

The immortal with a cold and stern face raised his dark eyes, and said in a cold tone, "I don't like people poking my heart... although there is nothing in it."

A huge snake tail coiled out from the hem of the gown, fiercely meeting the attack from Stuart.

There was sudden chaos on the tower of the Palace of Westminster. The survivors who were fleeing towards the light on the street heard the loud roar and subconsciously looked back. They saw this doomsday-like scene.

The young man with the snake-tailed body and the twisted tentacles slammed into the surrounding buildings, cutting off half of the stone floor, while the other two illusory figures wandered around the edge, each collision brought out the air. A sharp hiss.

"Oh, God……"

The survivors who saw this scene shuddered.

"What is this... a battle between demons and monsters?"

No one can answer their questions, while the army pouring in from the outside organizes the evacuation of personnel, and at the same time sets up thermal weapons to guard against those alienated monsters. record it.

The little king on the edge of the battlefield cast a sharp gaze towards this side, and a little thoughtfulness gradually appeared in his eyes.