A subjugated princess will never die a vagabond

"It seems that he has learned a useless skill," Cloris frowned. "Is this the reason why he moved himself, never leaving the sun in three words? I think of a dog I raised before, because the weather in my hometown is always very cold." It's gloomy, so every time the sun comes out, the dog barks."

"Thank you very much, Cloris, but it's not funny."

"?" Cloris tilted her head, very confused, "I'm not joking."

"Where did the sun come from Far Yar?"

"Do I look like a native here?"

Feeling that Osgar, who was accused of being scolded by Sanghuai, looked gloomy, he said, "Are you serious?"

Swish!

Mariana responded to Osgar with a beam of flame.

The flame beam hit the young man's face, like a stone hitting a lake, a circle of water rippled away, the flame beam hit a mirror and reflected towards him, more than a dozen refracted lights swam in mid-air, and finally passed behind Mariana Cloris, the flames scorched the girl's ribs and left a charred smear on the threshold.

"You hurt her!" Osgar yelled at the secretary, "Do you know her value? I still want to preach to her, preach to her, and use her body to graft Lieyang!"

"Until you find out the ability of a Void Disciple, no measure is too much, my lord, I am responsible for your safety."

While they were talking, Cloris, who was hit, also turned into a ball of bubbles and dissipated.

The girl stood in the shadows inside the reformatory door and never came out.

That's fine, it's already pretty realistic, but it has to be something very familiar.Cloris thought to herself in the shadows.

"Very good, I don't know the level of the phantom." Osgar turned into a smile, "very gentle skills, high compatibility."

After Osgar finished speaking, the transcendent man dressed as an imperial officer walked forward with a cold face.The officer apparently served as the lieutenant colonel and battalion commander of the coalition army, but in fact he was a retainer of the Warbleton family. He himself was also a powerful nobleman with a fief. He was Osgar's personal guard and childhood playmate. Therefore, Osgar would naturally not Let him bait life like the disciples of the void.

"Rona, help Bain block that woman." Countless red dust overflowed from Osgar's body. These tiny sunworms were like red creepers and fog, walking in the sky and on the ground.

Marianna knew that the other party was going to get serious. She was best at leading army groups to fight. For extraordinary people, she was more used to ordering mages and naval guns to carry out carpet bombing.

Even demigods may not be safe from the interference of the mage group on the environment and laws, unless they are in charge of wonders.

The body of the officer called Bain by Osgar gradually turned red, and the air was also floating under the high temperature—the spirit vein [Fire Sun].

The nine direct spiritual veins of the Church of the Sun, the Temple of Dawn took away [Dawn] and [Gospel], and the Temple of Dusk stripped [Sleeping Blood]. It stands to reason that the strength of the Church of the Sun should be greatly reduced, but in the past 200 years, the power of the Sun God has reached The unprecedented peak, even the extraordinary who believed in him, was stronger than ever before.

Even if Mariana possesses divine skills, while Lieyang of the opponent has only six halos of different colors, at least in terms of frontal combat capabilities, Mariana and Cloris are no match for that officer.

Failure to win does not mean that you will lose.

Four flame beams shot at Bain one after another. However, these flames boosted his source of power. Except for the small impact of the enchanted shell carrying extraordinary characteristics, which was embedded in the surface of the muscle, the officer with an indifferent expression was not affected. real hurt.

Unless she used more violent means to head-on, Mariana couldn't inflict serious damage on Bain.

In front of Marianne, the latter picked out the bullet casings one by one, and shook his head numbly, as if provocative.He slightly bent his knees and stretched his arms backwards. The fierce light rolled the surrounding red mist onto his fist. Countless sunworms seemed to cover him with a thick layer of armor. When a dazzling glare shot forward, At that time, the swarm of sun bugs dragged out scorching light like thousands of arrows, and Mariana hurriedly retreated into the correctional center. With a "boom", the vicissitudes and ancient walls collapsed.

Fortunately, the first floor was originally a place for work, and no one was hiding here.

Seeing Mariana being swept away by the shock wave, Barin shot into the dusty shadows like a cannonball.

"Roner, watch him, watch out for the trap." Osgar frowned.

The latter nodded and followed Ba Yin into the correctional facility.

Osgar manipulated the sun worms to follow the secretary's whereabouts, but suddenly, it seemed to hit an extremely huge shadow, and all the sun worms suddenly went out.

The dust gradually dissipated, and Osgar's pupils shrank little by little. He saw that the wall that had collapsed was intact at the moment, and bones crawled over layer after layer to help the correctional center repair it.

Behind him, a rough and roaring voice let out a sneer:

"I hear your name is Warbleton?"

39. Trap (continued)

When Osgar woke up, he found himself stripped clean, hanging naked on a cross with rings fitted in it.

This is the symbol of the Church of the Sun, and what Osgar worships and admires is growing creeping and thorny tentacles at this moment, entangled with his six limbs and torso, and the blood-stained secret text is carved into the flesh and blood, and the heart The Sun Bug of his is covered in a thick, filthy gloom, making it difficult for him to use companion skills.

On the other side, there is a rough and leisurely voice talking to people: "The void gives everyone an equal result, even the sun will perish in endless years, from nothing to nothing is a long process, We are born out of existence, so we naturally want to create richer elements for the world, which is the proof of our existence... What did you say in the Sun Church? The sun hangs and all things are born, I deeply agree with this sentence, It coincides with the truth I have learned from the void, we exist to enable more people to exist, and everything will eventually be destroyed, but before the end that is so far away and unpredictable, we must make human beings climb, climb to' There's a 'limit."

"You are distorting the scriptures!" Upon hearing this sentence, Osgar immediately stiffened his neck to retort, but he exerted a little force, and the hooks on the tentacles immediately embedded into the flesh, causing him to gasp in pain, The lacrimal glands burst due to instinct.

"Hey, you're awake? You're talking about distorting the scriptures? No, little thing, explain it to me. What do I call it?"

"Six classics note me."

"That's right, the six classics have annotated me... It's really a mouthful, hey, you Manluo people are educated. But I don't agree with the latter sentence, the sun dies and everything perishes. After all, Far Yar doesn't You need sunlight to survive." Alista was so happy that she had never felt so happy that Cloris didn't feel the slightest sense of oppression from her voice, which was so simple and gentle that it was close to her, but if she witnessed what she was doing at this moment , I'm afraid no one can get close.

"Do you think it's over by kidnapping me with a sneak attack? Do you know who I am? Disciple of the Void, hehe, Disciple of the Void, I should have thought earlier that it is impossible for a child who is obviously a newcomer to have no guide... But, no matter you Who is it, you need to know the price of provoking the Church of the Sun!"

Osgar's neck was stuck by the tentacles, and he could only look up at the sky with difficulty. The erosive pain ran wildly through the nerves of his whole body, making him gasp and convulse involuntarily. The hooks of those tentacles pierced deeper.

"Hey... how about we make a deal, you let me go, and run as far as you can, I will send anything you want to the designated place, if you know who I am, you can definitely make a rational decision You can use curses or contracts to make me swear, no matter what you want, money, secrets, promotion materials, forbidden books, ha, I know you like those taboo things the most... you say..."

Osgar struggled to move his neck, so that he could see the scene below from the corner of his eye, which made his voice stuck in his throat, and he neither vomited nor vomited. In the end, in the extreme bewilderment, the vocal cords helped He uttered the last syllable: "What about...?"

Below him, a tall woman with a few braids draped over her shoulders like tentacles was working on a stone platform. There were evil utensils and materials around her, and a glass tube soaked in a dirty solution was filled. Rows of skeletons, the facial features of humans and beasts are spread on the ground, trembling eyes are hidden between the teeth and in the flesh, looking curiously at everything around them.

That is--

"This is the true shape of the spirit vein, a layer of physical body, a layer of superimposed spiritual world, and the spirit and ideas given to it by the extraordinary. It doesn't matter if you can't hear those voices. A true shape of the spirit veins is of great benefit to your perception of the essence of the world, and the illusion you create can also be more real."

Bain, his bodyguard, adjutant, and partner, is chained to a stone seat like a pig at this moment. The tall woman cut open his chest cavity and pulled out a heart that was burning with blood.

What made him even more devastated was that besides the little beast who used the touch of the void, there was also his secretary and trusted retainer, Rona, waiting respectfully on the other side!

"When did you betray me! Rona!!!" Osgar was about to burst into tears, and the tears that kept falling from his colic were dyed bright red.

"Three hours ago, my lord," the secretary turned around flatly, and looked at Osgar with the same humble expression as before, "I didn't have the spirit of preferring death to surrender like Bain, so I surrendered more decisively. In addition, I am not the sun." Believers, these combined factors allowed the seniors in the slaughterhouse to give me a chance to reform myself."

"Slaughter...field?" Osgar looked bewildered.

"Look around, my lord."

Under the secretary's reminder, Osgar endured the severe pain and looked around. He was shocked to find that huge tombstones appeared at some point in the open space of the correctional center, and countless arms and flesh and blood entwined like buildings. The sun cross, dozens of his personal guards were hanged on it.

"Slaughterhouse, no one has mentioned this title for a long time... To be honest, although I am not a doctor, I can more or less know what a doctor knows." With a black spherical body, she suddenly thought of something, and said to Cloris, "Little thing, before you go to the lower realms, you should bring with you the Anatomy Atlas of Transcendents I wrote, which contains many practical medicine books against curses. "

"Slaughterhouse...what the hell is it?"

"You should know, Osgar Warbleton, the massacre in the parish of Kenwell 60 years ago, the spectacle Sacred Flame Cathedral was half destroyed, the demigod Archbishop George Amman was dismantled into parts and hung on the statue of the sun god, dozens of people The clerics of the Church of the Sun had their feet cut off and knelt in front of the seal of the void god to repent, and under the gaze of the sun god, his territory is like purgatory." The secretary patiently explained, not forgetting to glance at Arista's expression—— This revealed the guilt behind his plain expression—after confirming that Arista had no objection instructions, he described the whole incident for Osgar.

He went on to say: "This tragedy is also considered to be one of the thirteen man-made 'catastrophes' that occurred in the Empire itself in the past 200 years of the Church of the Sun. Turn to this tragedy."

"But...but..." After Osgar lost his absolute dominance, he no longer had the leisurely self-confidence he had before. He bit his tongue in pain and said in a trembling voice, "What does this have to do with me! Send you out!" conditions, we have the best of both worlds!"

"Your Excellency Warbleton," the secretary sighed, "it was the Duke of August Warbleton who cornered Slaughterhouse Lily during the Fourth Purification."

Osgar seemed to be struck by lightning. Under his dull eyes, a rough voice cheerfully penetrated into his ears:

"So, what kind of relative is that old August thing?"

40. Give someone a handle

All the events that have happened are accidental and inevitable.

Arista knew that whether there was (Mariana) or not, the imperial coalition forces would find the correctional facility sooner or later, and those soldiers who could loot the entire town would naturally not let go of everything in the correctional facility.Even if the nun is willing to compromise, the allied forces will sooner or later reveal the nature of the spectacle and the conflict is inevitable.

This is also the reason why Mariana is confident to find Arista to cooperate.

However, Alista would never have dreamed that the leader who came to the front line in person was a huge fish of shocking size.

"That woman Mariana is good..." Alista grinned her yellow teeth at Osgar, and repeated to the dull young man, "So, who is that old Auguste to you? "

"What are you talking about... I, I don't know..." Osgar shook his head in a panic, he didn't even dare to look directly at Alista's kind eyes, "You are full of mysterious characteristics of corruption, you are corrupt Disciples of the monastery... People like you put your interests first. For the sake of the mighty power of the void under the abyss, you can kill the master and relatives, and you dare to give up everything! So, who is that old August thing? Relationship? I can give you everything you want, and that's enough!"

"The old duke recreated the splendor of Varia and helped the emperor maintain the authority of the Imperial Council. My lord, I can only call you that once again," Rona's voice sounded at the right time, "I feel wronged for the old duke, the family The honor of being so belittled and insulted by the heir, Bahn has more backbone than you in this respect."

On the stone seat, Bain, whose heart was removed by Alista, squirmed his lips in the dying state. He wanted to say something to refute, but he didn't have the strength to make any sound.

"What about you?! When you were loyal to me, you swore to be the shield of the Warbleton family forever, to protect my safety. Now? You betrayed me!" Osgar hysterically said, "If I didn't discover you, you would I can only be a dog that calls around for those prostitutes in the red alleys of the slums!"

"If I am dismantled into parts by the slaughterhouse, won't I be unable to fulfill my vow?" No matter what worries and panics are hidden in his heart, on the surface, Rona is still as stable as a mountain, "I need to live so that I can have a chance Continue to serve the Warbleton family."

Arista's kind smile slowed down a bit. Obviously, her patience was still very bad. The nun clapped her hands and said, "I have limited time, and I don't have time to listen to the two of you perform affectionate dialogue..."

"You only want to live for yourself, right? Hahaha, if I die here, you have no choice but to be a bedbug in the dark lower realm, but... where are your relatives in the upper realm, where is your sister? ?” Osgar’s originally flustered and hysterical expression finally burst out with the ferocity of a person in power. He fixed his eyes and stared at Rona, “You can’t be alone, you can never be, I can die here, but… Your fate is a hundred times, a thousand times, ten thousand times more miserable than mine!!!"

"Who doesn't hate traitors?" Alista used the pulley device to move the main body of the cross down little by little, keeping Osgar at the same level as herself.

Osgar vomited a mouthful of purple blood and smiled reluctantly: "Have you considered the conditions? Ask what you want, we are all happy..."

"Snapped!"

The sound of slaps resounded on Osgar's face.

The white and neat teeth were scattered on the ground, all scattered, and the lips with a smile were opened in the rolling eyeballs, and the tongue was stretched out to roll the teeth into the mouth.

The sound of "cracking, crunching" was chewing and grinding under his feet, and Osgar could fully imagine what it would be like to have the things in his mouth fall into other mouths, be licked, stroked, and tasted.

That's by no means wonderful.

"I asked you to interrupt?" Arista's cold voice pierced Osgar's eardrum like a needle.

"Senior Slaughterhouse..." Rona's tone was a little stiff, "Killing Osgar will do little to help you avenge the Warbleton family. Although he is a somewhat talented heir, behind him, he is qualified to inherit the family. There are at least 120 candidates for the position.”

Rona, who was originally identified as a traitor by Osgar, actually spoke for him at this moment, whether it was hypocrisy or not, it brought him a glimmer of hope.

Osgar's eyes lit up, and he hurriedly said, "That's right, killing me won't help you in any way, but I can give you more benefits by living!"

"Snapped!"

The teeth on the remaining half of the face were completely missing, and Osgar only felt that the world was spinning and staring at him.

"Osgar Warbleton, as the parish guardian of the Purification Tribunal, you should understand the faction differences among the disciples of the void, and you should also understand the differences in style between the corrupt monastery and the free stonemasons." Rona's voice was a little more Helpless, he had to explain, lest Osgar run wild all the way to his death.

In fact, he doesn't really care about Osgar's life or death. The important thing is that, as Osgar said, if the master dies, there is no reason for his servant to live on.

Rona was indeed a retainer of the Warbleton family, but his humble birth made his actual status completely dependent on Osgar, which was different from a nobleman with a fief like Barn.

"I know, of course I know, but!" Osgar argued vaguely, "This woman, with her ability, how could she not be a disciple of a corrupt monastery! Even if she is not, as long as she is equipped with such a corrupt With dark skills, the 'rot evil' will definitely notice her!"

"Snapped!"

With this palm, Osgar was completely like a wilted cucumber, his eyes resentful and he dared not speak again.

"Senior Slaughterhouse, my suggestion is that you let him live, and let me live. No matter what you want to do by kidnapping the heir of the Principality of Varia, killing him rashly is useless except to vent your anger. "Rona's tone was respectful and cautious.

"Isn't it enough to vent your anger?" Alista's face gradually became more and more ferocious.

"You can corrupt him in a secret way, just like you did to those dozens of clergymen 60 years ago." Rona looked at Osgar, with a warm smile that made people feel refreshed. "Most oaths and contracts will gradually become invalid over time, but the gaze of the 'rotten evil' can accompany him for a lifetime. If the corruption penetrates into the blood, it will continue to the next generation - this is the handle, you don't need to tell him Form direct control, you can threaten him to do anything for you, the Church of the Sun will never tolerate any form of void existence."

Arista grabbed Rona's neck, lifted the secretary who had not resisted into the sky, paid close attention to the changes in his eyes, and laughed loudly: "I really want to take out your heart and see if they are 'rotten' The color of evil!" The nun laughed wildly, and changed the topic, "But what you said is very good, I like it very much! So you can live, isn't this the 'handle' you left for yourself?"

The latter just breathed hard, with a victorious and surviving smile in his eyes, and his voice was intermittent: "But it's up to you to deal with it..."

41. All I want is Warbleton

On the channel from Faral to Portur Bay, the group of ships, led by the flagship Santa Maria, pierced through the thick fog with a huge sword, and when the fog cleared, absurd sparkling waves emerged At the head of the fleet--

The average depth of the Portur Gulf Stream is 36 meters. Compared with the deep sea area on the verge of "the end of the world", the Portur Gulf Stream is like a shallow pond.There is an updraft under the sea of ​​clouds, and experienced sailors can often dive across the bay without wearing any equipment, and land safely on the trajectory of the airflow.

From time to time, there are swordfish jumping against the sea under the sea of ​​clouds, and then dive into the sea by the upwelling.

45 nautical miles west of the bay, you can see rising waterfalls passing across the island. The main island of Portur, which is nearly [-] times the size of Far Yar, is home to more than one million French families. .There is an important gateway guarding the entire portul waterway in the long voyage, forming a restraint with dozens of islands of different sizes, and bringing the entire sea area under its rule.

Only the sea vortex here is convenient for large transport ships and group fleets to pass through. If they take other channels, not to mention that they are easy to get involved in the fog, the impact of the countercurrent alone is enough to cause serious damage to the hull.The current technology is not impossible to build an airship that can submerge for a long time, but the cost is bound to be so high that no country can bear it. Except for the rich and explorers who like to play with water, there is basically no market for ships that can submerge.

Like a silent sculpture, Brun Buswell "stands" in the command room of the Santa Maria with a stern face. In front of him is a "sand table" - a three-dimensional, precise, light and shadow device, with the current It may take a long time for the group of magical engineers who worship flashy, extravagant and highly sophisticated to reduce costs and popularize it for civilian use.But as far as military use is concerned, the cost of this "sand table" is still within the acceptable range of the military.

Not only is the current crisis facing the empire unique, but it can also be regarded as a rare domestic and foreign crisis in the country for more than a thousand years.After the stable pattern maintained by the Void Temple was shattered, the old enemy, the Kingdom of Farland, stood still, and the Church of Dusk formed a split in the northern part of the empire. The Mateo people had smashed the capital of Manro in 200 years of fighting, and came out as fierce tigers The gesture of annexing the surrounding small countries further coveted the vassal of the emperor of the empire, Grand Duke Elsua.

The Church of the Sun's limelight has indeed reached an unprecedented peak, and the Southern Empire, which is all prosperous, is also proud.But Dawn defected, Dusk split, and only six of the nine spiritual veins of the Church of the Sun remained. It is impossible for the Sun God's authority not to be affected. These questions can be seen by discerning people, but no honest people have asked them.

Therefore, the fleet of Brun Buswell is the limit that the current imperial coalition forces can draw while protecting the basic security of the homeland.Even so, even though he had already occupied Faljar, he also let the French take advantage of the loopholes and let the opponent directly burn the flames of war to the mainland of the empire.

It is difficult to say whether the situation in Lyal is a decoy for the Frans.

Boothwell is from Alsuya. The more fiercely the kingdom of Farland plunders the state, the more it can promote the unity within the empire and improve the centripetal force.

Therefore, what Boothwell has to do now is not to return to the mainland, but to go to Portur Bay, encircle the French fleet with the Teribi, and completely win this round of victory.

but……

"Commander, Faljar is here, Colonel Mark is asking us for support." The chief of staff walked into the command room and announced the news to Boothwell.

"Could it be that the garrison I left there couldn't beat the hundreds of remnants of the Frans? Even if they couldn't, wouldn't they be able to stick to the town and the port? Also, why is it Mark's message, Lord Warbleton?" What is he doing?" Boothwell thought clearly, and instantly extracted doubts from the news brought by the chief of staff.