hunting light

Leon rolled on the spot, grabbed the long stick and rushed back.

"Pay attention to your footsteps!" the Duke yelled, seeing every move, "His five senses and physical fitness cannot be estimated by statistics, and the vector is beyond the norm. He is a warrior who can only be born once in a hundred years, and only one out of tens of millions of sentinels." .He is God's most loyal and powerful bodyguard, and God's closest companion!"

Leon was sent flying again by his father, hit the wall hard, and rolled into the cushion on the floor.

Panting heavily, the Duke walked up to his son and raised his face with a stick.Leon's nose was bruised and his face was swollen, blood oozing from the corner of his mouth, his eyes still flickered unyieldingly as he looked at his father.

"We are the descendants of the Dark Sentinel, son. We were born with powerful physical genes, which ordinary people will never be able to achieve. It is the advantage that blood gives us." The Duke twirled the flower stick and stated again, "And we have to work hard To sharpen our bodies, forge our bones, and awaken the power of our ancestors in our souls."

"Never, never put your wealth and life on those metal machines. When you are fighting, you are always fighting with your flesh and blood, with your spirit and will. A mecha is just a knife, A long staff. And it will eventually... break—”

Following the Duke's powerful slash, the long stick in Leon's hand was broken into two halves.If he hadn't dodged in time, he would have been beaten half to death by his father's stick.

"My lord!" The coach couldn't bear to watch, and stopped him.

"They will all be broken..." the Duke gasped, murmured repeatedly, and pointed his long stick at his son who had no weapons in his hand again, "And by that time, you will only have yourself. If you are like those people, relying too much on Mecha, the only fate is to be buried with mecha."

Leon threw away the broken stick in his hand, stood up again, his chest heaved rapidly, and blue flames were burning in his eyes.

"I won't die!" the boy roared, "I won't die—"

He rushed towards the Duke, and was thrown flying by his father with a stick, knocked over the weapon rack, and fell into a mess.

"Enough!" The coach shouted, "My lord, I think today's training can come to an end. Master Leon needs some time to digest what he learned today."

The Duke threw the stick back to the coach, his handsome and tough face covered with hot sweat.

Leon lay on the ground, unable to move for a while.He broke one arm, and his whole body was covered with wounds drawn by weapons. Blood seeped into the martial arts uniform, which was horrible.

"You live in a greenhouse, son." The Duke stood in front of Leon, looking down at him, with a vague expression on his face behind the light, "I can assure you without shame, Fryer has been managed by me as an oasis. Here The prosperity, tranquility, and absence of disputes in the world are not so easy to see in other places. Sooner or later, you will go to the outside world, and then you will deeply understand what I mean by this.”

The assistant helped Leon to receive treatment.

Before leaving the training room, Leon called the Duke again.

"Father, since the ancestors are God's closest partners, why should we..."

"When you are strong enough, I will tell you." The Duke replied.

The next day, Leon, who had healed all the injuries on his body, was wearing a neat new suit and tie, and his hair was combed meticulously. He stood with his father at the gate of the Parthenon Manor in high spirits, and greeted him with a smile on his face. Guests at his birthday party.

The usual inconspicuous eldest son of the Duke of Oran transformed into such a handsome and personable young gentleman, which surprised many guests.

"I heard that the Duke intends to ask for a title for him?"

"I heard that the duke intends to divide a large inheritance for him. There was some disagreement with his wife over this."

"No wonder the Duchess took the child back to her mother's house, and she hasn't come back yet."

"Speaking of which, he is really a handsome young man..."

"Lusha and Arthur are both asking me, are you my boyfriend?" Sang Xia smiled and said, "They both want to know if you are still single, will they have a chance?"

Leon said casually: "I have a lot of homework, and I don't have time to fall in love."

"I know you don't like them." Sangxia jumped onto the window sill, shaking her feet, "So I told them that we are a couple, let them go away!"

The girl is wearing a pink and purple gauze dress today, with flowers in her fluffy hair, she is as beautiful as a flower fairy.Many boys and guests with sons at home are looking at her.

"Leon, you like boys more, don't you? You prefer male Omega."

Leon glanced at Sangxia warily: "I don't have any preference."

"I know everything, you can't hide it from me." The girl lifted her chin triumphantly, with a sly smile.

"The relationship between people, their true thoughts, are all written in their eyes. The mouth can lie, but the eyes never can. And I can guess at a glance. My mother said, this is I am gifted."

Leon was a little curious: "Then what do you see about me?"

"You are in love, my dearest friend!" Sangxia said firmly, her smile deepened, "When you looked at that person, you didn't say anything, but your eyes were crying: 'I like him so much!' .It’s like, he’s the only shining thing in the world. Everything else doesn’t exist.”

Sang Xia showed the yearning and emotion of a young girl Huaichun: "It's just like what my mother said to me. When you like someone, you can see that there will be stars in his eyes. Don't deny it, Leon. There are three things in people that are What cannot be concealed, cough, poverty and love, if you try to conceal it, the more you try to conceal it. (Note)”

Leon listened, suddenly felt a tickle in his throat, and couldn't help coughing.

Sang Xia laughed out loud.

Leon leaned against the window sill, bathing in the warm autumn sun with his friends.On the grass outside the window, the banquet is going on.Kent is bragging to a group of Omegas about his experience killing puppets in a shipwreck.Those little Os adored him so much that they almost hugged his thigh.

"I'm still young." Leon whispered suddenly.

Sang Xia was listening to her elder brother's rhetoric, and she suddenly came back to her senses: "What?"

"I said, in his eyes, I am still a child."

"But you will grow up, won't you?" Sang Xia said, "Unless you die now—God forgive me—then you will continue to grow, Leon."

Leon's handsome profile has the most nostalgic arc of the sculptor, and the unique melancholy of young people.

"Anyway, continue to grow up, friend." Sangxia stretched out her hand and hooked Leon's neck affectionately, "keep growing until one day, he can no longer treat you as a child."

Leon turned his head and looked out the window, but he couldn't find Ian.He couldn't help frowning.

Where did Ian go again?

The young priest was bowing his thanks to the steward, and entered a small intimate salon next to the study.

The Duke of Oran was already inside, sitting carelessly on the sofa, watching the front-line battle report on the photon TV.

The second front of the Atlanta Army was defeated across the board yesterday.However, the Holy See Army did not stop and continued to crush forward mercilessly.In the landing battle in the picture, artillery fire attacked the ground military facilities.The flames of war are rife, the smoke is billowing, and a military fortress in the sky is devastated.

"...The Atlanta Army's combat command frequently made mistakes, the electronic system was full of loopholes, and broke down several times...it was easily captured and tampered with by the hackers of the Holy See Army...The Atlanta Army used the self-developed 'Noah' system, It once claimed to be able to compete with the "Holy Light" system bestowed by its lord. However, the actual combat effect is not satisfactory..."

In the prisoner-of-war camp, the prisoners knelt at the feet of the priests who came to preach and wailed.The priest rebaptized the prisoners of war and the inhabitants of Atlanta, accepting them back to the Holy Light.

"The Holy Lord has proved to the world with his absolute power that his holiness cannot be betrayed." The newscaster's voice trembled imperceptibly, which was longing and fear, "He is a god, and he is also the most cutting-edge man." Advanced technology, and the most advanced civilization. His wisdom far exceeds that of ordinary people..."

"The Holy See Army has once again issued a warning to the Atlanta Federation in the name of the Holy Lord, ordering it to surrender..."

"Atlan won't last long." Duke Oran said, "Although I'm not a devout believer, I know how powerful your Lord is."

"I pray every day that this war will end as soon as possible." Ian whispered.

"Don't you think those apostate heretics should be taught a lesson, Father?"

"I think we should give those who have lost themselves a little more patience and time."

The Duke smiled indifferently: "You moderates always seem a little out of place at this time. But he has to conform to public opinion a lot."

In the news, Archbishop Ronning was delivering a televised speech on behalf of the Pope, crazily advocating the greatness of the Holy Lord.

"The Holy Light never goes out!" His exaggerated expression was like that of a bad theater actor.

"The clown." The Duke of Oran muttered, "a dog of the Lord."

Ian said softly, "The Pope is dying, Your Excellency the Duke."

The Duke turned the TV to silent, turned and looked over.

"I think you should have verified what I said these days and think it is credible enough." Ian said, "Otherwise, we wouldn't have this secret meeting today."

The Duke was noncommittal.

Ian knew that he had acquiesced.

A man who lost his parents at the age of 12, lived to adulthood under the hands of a suspicious uncle, and managed the fief so prosperously.He was once trained as the heir of the empire, and his character, wisdom, and means are all far superior to ordinary people.He quietly managed his power and arranged his own dark lines.He is far away at the border, but there must be a fibrous root that has been deeply rooted in the land of the imperial capital.

"How much time do we have left?" asked the Duke.

Ian said: "According to the pope's wishes, after falling into a dying coma, the life support must be stopped within 72 hours to let him rest in peace. All the cardinals have been called and returned to Xilin to stand by. The three candidate archbishops are also working day and night Stay outside the Pope's bedroom and pray for him."

"Where is the Holy Master?" the Duke sneered, "Did he come down from the Holy Spirit Tower to visit this old loyal servant who has served him for decades?"

Ian said: "The Holy Master never leaves the Holy Spirit Tower, you know that."

"God never touches mortals in person, so that he can maintain his godhead." The Duke mocked, "Okay, when our last friend arrives, the meeting can begin."

"I didn't know we were still waiting for someone, my lord." Ian was a little surprised.

At this moment, the door of the living room opened, and a middle-aged man in military uniform walked in with a breezy face.

"I'm sorry to be late, my lord. Ah, Father Mitchell, it's always such a pleasure to see you."

Elegant and refined appearance, elegant gentlemanly demeanor, standard imperial accent, and overly warm intimacy, he does not look like a commander-in-chief commanding 40 border troops, but more like a social flamboyant son.

The resident commander-in-chief of Star Fryer, the Alpha man who has always had a nose-to-eye relationship with the Duke of Oran, and the military leader who has almost no contact with him on weekdays.

"General Hughes." Ian took a deep breath, meaningful, "This is really... a surprise."

Ian had only seen him at the banquet earlier, and thought he was there just because Leon had saved his son, and his attendance was out of courtesy.And if General Hughes is the Duke of Oran's ally in Fryer, then many puzzling questions will be solved in this instant.

"The questions about the general can be explained after the meeting." The Duke said, "Old Francis will die at any time. Now, shall we begin?"

At this moment, Ian suddenly realized that in this small reception room, there was a top political leader and member of the royal family on the planet, a top military leader, and a famous religious figure.

This is a meeting that will see them all convicted of treason, and it will be a meeting that will change the fate of many, many people.