goddess of revolution

Chapter 385 The Phantom of Conspiracy and the Horn of Death

"This is a war and you have to be prepared to sacrifice everything."

In the hidden valley, the hooded man said to a young man with a simple face and ragged clothes: "Of course, for the followers of Mansk, life as a mortal is a lie. Believe that you can pass the final test, Return to the land of truth."

The young man said dully: "My name is Kane Danhit, a farmer from the Principality of Tangus. The Grand Duke's rule made me breathless. I just bumped into a lord while evading the pursuit of the town's tax officials. was thrown into prison."

"I don't have any lofty ideals, and I don't believe in any gods. I just want to have a piece of land to plant, and the land rent for the territory and the church's tithe tax can be reduced, so that I can live on my own hands."

He stared blankly at the man in the hood, as if seeing him for the first time: "Sir, what are you bringing me here for?"

"good……"

The hooded man nodded in satisfaction: "Your soul state has been well adjusted, but the last rhetorical question is a bit of a joke."

"When I leave here, you will definitely use some witchcraft to wash away my memory." The young man sighed helplessly, as if he had long been used to suffering: "Don't let me forget who I am, Why just be a prisoner."

"Of course," the hooded man also put on a cooperative tone.

The young man was escorted out of the valley by two men in hoods, and another woman who could be seen to have a graceful figure despite the same long robe and hood approached.

"McGore", the woman raised her head slightly, revealing her sharp and fair chin, and she could vaguely see the blood red tattoos on her cheeks.

Her tone was somewhat disapproving: "This person is the son of lies, and your disguise is meaningless in front of him. He doesn't believe that you are the special envoy of the bishop of the Eastern Church in Mansk. In fact, the church itself doesn't even exist."

The hooded man who spoke first turned his head to look at her, showing a thin and cold face.If Li Qi was here, he would definitely recognize this person, Sir McGore, the king's second servant who came to collect debts at first.

McGore said: "Your Excellency, Thumb, he doesn't care. In fact, all Mansk believers don't care if they are deceived by others. On the contrary, they will be happy if this lie makes the world more turbulent. I give He provided an arena where lies could shine, and he was happy to do so."

"That's why I don't like to associate with believers of Mansk. They are even willing to use their own death to weave lies and play around with the living," the Bishop of the Bloody Lady said with emotion.

Then she asked curiously: "Why do you care so much about Duke Prell? Except us and Mansk's son of lies, God of Sin, Goddess of Abuse, Lady of Pain, Lady of Plague, all the power you have collected is thrown into Godfall Are you going to the plateau to offend the queen's lover to death? Are you not afraid that your queen will be angry?"

"No, I'm just doing what a loyal servant should do. I believe that His Majesty will need these powers soon." , and don’t need a lover.”

The bloody bishop asked again: "Then, Earl McGore, does His Majesty also need us?"

McGore said: "It depends on what value you have besides this."

The woman parted her red lips slightly, sticking out the scarlet tip of her tongue: "Earl, you can taste my... value first."

McGore chuckled, and put his hand into the bloody bishop's robe.

………………

In Shadow City, the huge gap stretched across the city like an abyss, and the long line of countless people meandered and slowly flowed towards a portal.On both sides of the line of people, guards held magic guns and stared at the crowd vigilantly.

In front of the portal, people were let in wave after wave by the human wall isolated by the guards, and they were carefully examined by a group of people like officials before they were put into the portal.

"Hassan," the middle-aged official pointed to a thin young man in the crowd, and said in a cold tone, "I don't remember you being on the list, and you actually want to get away with it!?"

The young man raised a piece of parchment in his hand: "This is a special permission from the Supreme Council, do you have an opinion?"

The official choked, and then said bitterly: "How did you get the permission? The remnants of your Dark Night Society are not qualified to go to the Land of Dawn!"

"It seems that you will blow up this tower in the dawn." The young man named Hassan sneered: "The freedom of the shadow city is bought by us at night! Take the credit for yourself?"

The official spat: "Without the support of our Aurora Society, would you still have the opportunity to blow up the tower? Speaking of which, we are really crazy, and we actually followed you to do that! If it weren't for the Son of Aurora and the Supreme Council to reach an agreement Agreement, even if the people of Shadow City can emigrate, they will be thrown to the barren places like Norton or Redstone to starve to death!"

Hassan's face was full of contempt: "Captain Genier, no matter what you say, the song that His Excellency the Son of Dawn taught us is already the anthem of the Night Club."

Their conversation affected the speed of the flow of people, and the others shouted in dissatisfaction.The official had no choice but to signal to continue the investigation, and sternly said to Hassan: "Don't think that you can do whatever you want after going to the Land of Dawn! We will continue to watch you, and all the remnants of the Dark Night Society!"

Hassan was a little surprised: "You? Why?"

Captain Genier patted the badge on his chest, which was printed with a pattern of the shining sun crossing the mountain: "Just because we are the Aurora Society! There are so many Shadow City people, how can we do without restraint? With us here, Your Excellency the Son of Aurora can rest assured gone."

Hassan's face darkened, and he looked at the portal showing a trace of hesitation.

The next moment, he firmly stepped into the portal.

"He will definitely make trouble again," the officer next to Captain Genier muttered, "They will never stop."

Jeniel snorted, "Isn't that just right? Isn't our value here?"

Watching a few more people enter the portal, his face became a little ugly: "Why are there so many people from the Black Night Club? The list we reported specifically excluded these people."

Before the colleagues could speak, the flow of people stopped suddenly, and even the guards stepped aside.

A group of people with calm demeanor and no logo on their black and gray uniforms stepped into the line and walked straight towards the portal.When encountering someone blocking the way, they would push them away rudely, but no one dared to say a word, and no one even took a breath.

The guards surrounding the portal also hurriedly moved away. Seeing this group of people approaching, Genil boldly wanted to say hello to the leading man in the short mage robe.The other party just glanced indifferently, and his legs couldn't move anymore.

These people stepped into the portal without saying a word. Although there were thousands of people, it didn't take long for them all to pass by.

After they finished the transmission, everyone on the scene, including Genier, let out a sigh of relief.

Jeniel muttered: "The battle magicians and magic warriors of the Supreme Council..."

Colleagues corrected: "It is the battle magician and magic warrior of the former Supreme Council."

Deep in the alleyway not far from the portal, in a very ordinary house, a girl prayed in a low voice in a closed room.

"I will preach the gospel of the lady, and hide it in the night..."

"I will definitely let every suffering person connect under the gospel of the lady, and wait for the real dawn to come..."

"I will let believers recognize true freedom and not be moved by hypocrisy..."

"Before that moment comes, I will make all believers not speak, not resist, just be silent..."

The dim oil lamp was placed in front of the girl, and the girl's simple and ordinary face glowed with a deep and holy light under the light, making her trance between reality and illusion.

After praying, she said again: "Your Highness, I am ready..."

The orange flame gradually dimmed, and finally turned purple. A warm and magnetic voice sounded in the girl's ear: "This is a war, a long war called waiting."

"You and your brothers and sisters may have to wait for a lifetime, but the joining of every brother and sister will make my lady and me happy. Taste this joy carefully, and it will be your only reward."

"I believe you can bear such a reward, not only because you are my mother's adopted daughter, but also because you are willing to spend your whole life waiting for the lady to wake up."

"Where you are going, you are my clone. Live quietly, develop brothers and sisters quietly, not in my name, not in the name of a lady, and connect all the suffering people as one."

"You have to remember more, don't touch that person, don't resist, and don't be confused by him and his goddess. Be silent, calm, stay out of the matter, let more people be silent and calm, stay out of the matter."

"That day will come, maybe soon, Winnie, believe in lady, believe in me, believe in yourself."

The voice disappeared, the flame returned to normal, and the girl named Winnie bowed her head deeply: "Yes, Your Highness the Holy Maiden..."

After a while, she left the room, took a small bundle, and crossed the street with some other men and women in the foreign exchange of the house, joining the long queue in front of the portal.Just like a drop of water flowing into a river, there is no trace left.

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"Noria, if you don't change the name of this issue to "Peke and Noria's Great Adventure", I will never cooperate with you again! I will swear to Tesolos!"

In the dark underground tomb, a halfling with a sharp nose said angrily: "The last time I found the death knight by grabbing the whip! The last time I found the death knight by pulling down the handle." The tomb of the elf general! Last time... Norie, listen to me!"

He hurriedly caught up with the paladin who was surrounded by the magic light ball and floating cameras: "In the end, I didn't even have a shot! I just added a sentence on the end credits to thank my teammates for their help, without writing their names!"

"Ah, that, your height is really not good for the camera." The tall, gray-haired paladin said, "Look, when the camera turns to your perspective, the audience can only see my cloak, then It's too irresponsible!"

"That's your responsibility not mine!"

Peake said sharply: "It's okay to change it to "The Great Adventure of Norie and Peake". In short, without my name, without my face, I'm here to say goodbye to you!"

"Look!"

The ball of divine light floated to the wall of the corridor, revealing a line of writing that had been eroded beyond recognition: "The common language of the last era! Slanghorn... and the royal family's mark, this might be the Kingdom of Slanghorn The palace! This is the clue you found, do you really not want to continue?"

"I……"

Pique hesitated for a moment, scratched his head and said, "It's fine if you don't change the name in this issue, but there must be scenes of me!"

The paladin clenched his fists and said eagerly, "Let's work hard together!"

Pique jumped: "Did you listen!"

The paladin pointed to the front and said, "Ah! There is a tomb in front!"

The halfling shot out with a whoosh: "Let me take a look first!"

There was a crackling sound, and various traps such as crossbow bolts, flaps, and spears were triggered, but the halfling was not injured at all. By the time the paladin entered the tomb, the halfling had already completed the initial search.

"Nothing special, it feels like a teleportation room..."

Pique gestured with his hand: "There should be a magic circle here."

"But this is a throne," said the paladin, looking at the simple high-backed stone seat in the center of the tomb.

Pique muttered: "Let me see again..."

He searched the tomb again, but found nothing.

The eyes of the two fell on the throne again. The throne was very wide and tall. Judging from the armrests on both sides, there should be a person sitting on it. This person must be tall and burly, not like ordinary people.

"It can't be a throne. Could it be that the king sits on the wall of such a small room?"

Pick said as he jumped onto the throne, put his hand on the armrest, and let out a snort.

"What... mechanism..."

The halfling's eyes lit up: "It must be a mechanism! Tesolos, I found it right away!"

Wipe away the dust, and a palm-like relief appears on the armrest.

"It's here too," the paladin sat up and found the same thing on the armrest on the other side.

"According to my experience, we have to press down at the same time, and then the throne will sink into another room." Pique's eyes brightened: "Maybe it's a treasure house, or maybe it's a hall full of undead."

"and many more……"

The paladin recruited the camera, fixed the angle, panted nervously and said: "Friends in the audience, with the help of my teammates, I found the mechanism leading to the suspected Slanhorn Palace. As long as I press this mechanism, I will find a new mechanism. In the world, are countless gold and silver treasures waiting for me, or..."

The halfling squeezed into the camera: "I, Pique, found it! Halfling Pique! Pique from Redstone Hump Mountain... Norie! Why did you turn off the camera!?"

"Disrupting the rhythm is an irresponsible behavior to the audience," the paladin explained earnestly while clearing the camera.

There was a click, and the throne shook.

The paladin scratched his head: "Ah, sorry, my arm hit the mechanism and it sank."

He said again: "Don't press that side, we are not ready yet..."

Pique said angrily: "I won't listen to you anymore, now I have to follow my rhythm! I am responsible for the audience!"

When he was talking, he clapped his palms, and the mechanism over there also sank into the armrest.

The throne swayed again, blue light sprayed from the floor and ceiling at the same time, the light and shadow were distorted, and the two of them disappeared suddenly.

The next moment, the two of them appeared in an extremely empty, magnificent space like a dark region, sitting on some strange thing on a high platform.

The paladin shuddered: "I feel... so uncomfortable, so cold, so disgusting."

The halfling took out a field fluorite lamp: "Me too..."

He raised the lamp and pointed it forward, only to see billowing gray mist.

Then look at the place next to it, and it is a huge gray-brown stone.

Suddenly something descended from above, and the rock it was leaning on was also moving.

When a huge skull appeared above the head, the halfling and the paladin froze at the same time.

Inside the skull, two balls of dark green soul fires that were bigger than fluorite lamps were burning, getting closer and closer, as if they were going to engulf the two of them.

"Wow--!"

Pick jumped high, and when the fluorite lamp was lost, he disappeared into the air.

Paladin Norie also jumped down with a loud cry, only then did he realize that they were actually sitting on the legs of a huge skeleton.

This sitting several-person tall skull wears a crown, leans on the throne of the high platform, and leans on a huge sword in his hand.

It seemed to have just woken up, still looking at the unexpected guest, or thinking about philosophical issues such as who am I and where is this, and did not act in a hurry.

"Pike! Where are you, Pico!?
Norie took out the camera and shouted in a low voice: "Take me away when I take the picture! I will definitely add your name in this issue!"

The fluorite lamp dropped by Peake rolled all the way down the high platform, the fog suddenly churned violently, and there was a gurgling sound like the tide.

One pair, two pairs, triple pairs...

In a short while, under the high platform, countless pairs of dark green light spots lit up, and they were all reflected on the high platform.

Norie stood blankly, her eyes lost focus.Even though there were ripples on the side and Pique was calling him in a low voice, there was no reaction at all.

Then he suddenly pulled out his long sword and shouted: "Nuo~li~~ai~~!"

Warm white holy light glowed from the paladin's body, and he rushed down the high platform bravely, submerged in the tide-like green light spots.

Following the actions of the paladin, all the green lights flickered violently, and the silent roar gathered into a shock wave, sweeping away the mist covering the ground.

The ground could not be seen at all, and densely packed skeleton warriors were crowded under the mist.

On the throne, the huge skeleton's soul fire suddenly blazed, its whole body trembled, and it slowly stood up.

The huge sword was raised above the head, and the huge skull wearing the crown roared silently.

The whole space swayed and vibrated, and in the extreme distance, a ray of light seemed to penetrate different worlds, like the bright moon on the sky, making all the existences on this land turn their heads to look.

The giant sword was slowly leveled, pointing at the light.

The Skeleton King let out a vague roar: "The world of the living... shouldn't exist..."

The low-pitched horn sounded continuously, and the sea of ​​skeletons covering the earth began to stir up waves.

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