goddess of revolution

Chapter 775 Brad is different, the queen's epic feat

On the east coast of the Inner Sea, the Kingdom of West Fernbrad, the endless hills and mountains are always covered by a tinge of gloom, even in the summer of July, it looks cold.But in the summer of this year, the land was full of wars, making it extremely noisy.

To the east of the kingdom, among a mountain range that could barely be considered steep, the sky was covered by dozens of floating ships.At least two hundred buzzing magical planes were circling at low altitude, searching for any targets worth striking.The winding and criss-crossing valleys are full of people, and the sound of guns and guns is as dense as a boiling oil pan.

On the highest peak in the center of the mountain range, a huge green dragon fell down with a mournful cry, hit the peak heavily, then shrunk into a human body in the gray smoke, and swayed towards the valley below the mountain.

More than a dozen magic fighter planes flew over the collapsed peak, shaking their wings, showing off their achievements.

On the edge of the valley, hundreds of men, women and children were restrained by forbidden nails and ropes. Their faces were already pale, but after seeing this scene, they became even paler.

Many people are still mourning: "No... Elder Kukas..."

Not far away, a woman put down her binocular eagle glasses and said with a sneer, "Even a legendary dragon is powerless against our magical weapons, let alone a pseudo-dragon transformed from a legendary druid."

The woman's figure was as tall and straight as a sword. Although she was young, the evil spirit between her brows made her look majestic without being angry. It also made the originally pretty face completely lose the femininity of a woman, and only had a palpitating toughness.

A young female prisoner cursed: "Sylvanus is cursing you, Sylvie! You must die!"

The others also cursed angrily, all mentioning the name of Sivanus.

These prisoners turned out to be druids, but they believed in the ancient god of nature, Sivanus, not the current goddess of nature, Sarona, who was promoted from the goddess of the forest.

The one they cursed was the duchess and marshal of the Dawn Empire, the close friend of the Dawn Queen, and the sword-handler Sylvie of the Goddess of Order.

"Don't talk about Sivanus, the god who has fallen long ago and has no willpower..."

Sylvie said disdainfully: "The holy light of order shines on me, my life belongs to Queen Theresia, and my soul belongs to the goddess of order, Keira Theresia, even the current goddess of nature can't even think about cursing me. "

"You Sivanus Cult teamed up with Brad Evil and the Church of Evil God in an attempt to subvert the order of the main plane. Your Majesty thought that you were not the main culprit and did not kill you all. Not only did you not sincerely repent, but you also accommodated the evil, Curse me in the name of Sivanus, you are doomed."

A roar full of anger and unwillingness sounded from farther away, and a huge figure several hundred meters high swayed across the mountain, fell on its back, and the earth trembled.

"look!"

Sylvie pointed in that direction with her long sword: "Your Majesty has wiped out the evil you protected, and your end is here!"

An old druid mournfully shouted: "The last son of the earth has fallen, darkness has come!"

The other druids cried together, making Sylvie lose interest in continuing to reprimand, and snorted coldly, ignoring it.

On the ridge in the distance, a small head popped out of a six-legged magic cannon. After taking off the helmet, it revealed a handsome face that was rare among halflings, full of confusion and compassion.

There are still a few high-pitched voices muttering in the car...

"I still can't figure out what mistake these druids made."

"You can figure it out, what do you want Your Majesty and the adults to do? If your Majesty and the adults say they are guilty, they must be guilty!"

"Isn't it okay to live according to your own ideas? What's wrong with druids running the Woodland Council? We halflings also had our own Bigfoot Council many years ago."

"Establishing the parliament should not be the point. The point is that they colluded with the Church of the Children of the Earth and the Church of Ismat. The former is an evil spirit, and the latter is an evil god. What's wrong with crusade against them?"

"Ismat can be regarded as an evil god, but the son of the earth... I can't figure out how evil it is."

"The Son of the Earth is the king of wizards. He wants to inspire the ancestral blood of all Brad people and turn them into monsters like werewolves and vampires. How can that be done?"

"Vampires are in a panic, but werewolves are fine..."

Sir Frodo, captain of the Redstone Independent Battalion affiliated to the 74th Legion of the Empire, coughed, lowered his head and said to his subordinates: "You are all very powerful, why don't I recommend you to serve as staff officers under Marshal Sylvie?"

The subordinates quickly shut up, and Frodo looked at the prisoners in the valley again, with a deep worry on his face again.

He muttered in a low voice: "Gronia, run away, the farther the better, Brad is not a place for you to stay."

The high-pitched and high-spirited roar of the dragon sounded above his head, and Frodo looked up, and his eyes suddenly became blurred.

"Your Majesty the Queen..."

In the sky, two giant dragons, one red and one silver, flew down the valley. On the back of the red dragon stood a figure in a white dress fluttering, surrounded by golden light. Cheers sounded like the tide from the valley and the surrounding ridges, shouting "Tracey!" Ya, there is no peer in the world."

The empress of the Dawn Empire, the present of the Goddess of Order, Theresia, came...

"His Majesty--!"

Teresia staggered slightly when she fell to the ground, so scared that Sylvie hurriedly supported her, looked up and down carefully, and breathed a sigh of relief: "I was scared to death, what happened to you, I will never die."

"It's okay, it's just a little... out of strength, just take a rest. After all, the opponent is a demigod who has been suppressed to the peak of legend, and it took some time to clean it up."

Teresia changed the subject lightly: "The rest of the Sivanus Church are here, right? Where are the people from the Ismat Church?"

Sylvie said in panic: "Only some minor characters were caught, and their saintess ran away."

Teresia said indifferently: "Even if she is a saint, she is still a minor character."

Sylvie sighed: "That guy pretends to be Princess Alanis and has bewitched many people. She was the one who stirred up Brad's situation in the first place. It was my fault for not being able to catch her."

"It doesn't matter, this is my problem," Teresia shook her head and said, "The Witch King is trying to awaken the ancestral blood of the Brad people, the old gods like Sivanus are trying to revive, and the evil god Ismat is connected in series, Brad The situation here at Ryder is very complicated and dangerous, and it's pretty good that you have survived until now."

She held Sylvie's hand, and said regretfully: "From the beginning of the orc invasion, all the hardest things have been on your shoulders. I am really sorry. Look at how thin you are. .”

Sylvie smiled proudly: "Who made me His Majesty's sword?"

Then he sighed: "Honestly speaking, I'm a bit tired. I often think that it would be great if His Majesty could recruit Qili here. If I fight side by side with her, I'll be relieved."

Teresia gave her a blank look: "Not only is it easy, but you can also enjoy happiness every day, right?"

Sylvie licked her lips and said, "Oh, Your Majesty, don't talk about it, you really miss her."

While the two were talking, a group of paladins from the Hand of Order escorted a person over.This person must be a very powerful existence, so that they used a restraining spear like a hook.The barbed blade pierced the man's chest, arms and legs, and he was completely suspended from the fork.

Looking carefully, it turned out to be a werewolf, with a tall and strong body covered with thick black hair, even though it was bruised and covered in blood, the body could not move, and the scarlet light in the eyes was still fierce.

Sylvie said with a victor's sympathy: "Dadalus... No, you should be called Prince Faris. The moment you betrayed the empire, you should have thought that this day would come. Since we have already killed The first and the second son of the earth, you, as the third, will only lose faster."

Prince Faris said in a majestic voice: "Son of the earth, I would rather die in battle than live in a cage!"

He spat, and his tone was extremely contemptuous: "What's more, you, Sylvie! It's not that I want to betray the empire, but I know very well that as one of the inheritors of Brad's Witch King's bloodline and the status of a prince, You will never let me go!"

"I gave you a chance," Sylvie snorted, "take the initiative to wipe out the Church of Ismat, and wipe out their saintesses and leaders to prove your loyalty. You promised on the surface, but delayed secretly. It shows that you have no loyalty to His Majesty and the Empire at all."

Faris's wolf face twisted a few times, and then he dared to look at Theresia, turned away after only a glance, and his tone became extremely helpless: "This is the end, I have nothing to say, let's do it! "

Teresia said lightly: "In other words, you don't think your beliefs are wrong, even if such beliefs are bewitched by outsiders?"

Faris said in a low voice: "Didn't His Majesty accept wizards and even sea spirits? Why can't we accept our ancestors?"

"Accepting wizards and sea spirits is not only necessary to rebuild the order, but also because they are part of the order." Teresia's tone was very calm: "As for you, trace the blood of your ancestors, return to the alien, and try to let the spirits of the ancestors rule World, how can I accept you?"

"not to mention……"

Teresia shook her head slightly: "Ismat, who is bewitching you, do you really think he is the god of suffering, Ismat?"

"I have searched for his whereabouts on the plane of the kingdom of God, but found nothing. I have traced the souls of Ismat believers here, and unexpectedly found that the source of faith is a mess, a disguise. Isn't this obvious enough? ?”

"Ismat, it's a fake. He established the church and made waves in Bled, and he came here for you. You are just pawns used by him."

Faris was startled by this inference at first, and after a while he smiled wryly and said, "Even if Ismat is fake, it won't change the fact that we are all descendants of Mother Earth. Since there is no place in His Majesty's order, then It doesn't make sense to say anything else."

Sylvie shouted: "Stubborn! If you repent honestly and are willing to bathe in the holy light of order, why would His Majesty not accept you?"

Faris said with a chuckle: "Then go slaughter the same kind to prove your loyalty?"

Sylvie snorted angrily and placed the long sword around his neck, and Faris closed his eyes.

The blade didn't move, Sylvie looked at Theresia.

The queen was silent for a moment, then nodded and said: "Give him a blessing, remember to hang his head on the gate of King Brad's capital."

The golden light shone, and the sword cut off Faris' head like butter, and shattered his soul by the way.

The paladin picked up the head and dragged away the corpse. Sylvie shook the blood on the sword, exhaled, and said, "We still have to wipe out the remnants of the party, but Brad's overall situation should be stable."

She smiled at the Empress, "I can't wait to fight Romulus."

The queen patted her hand: "It's not in a hurry, I need to make more preparations."

The large airship landed, and the Queen and Sylvie boarded the airship, returned to the airship, and then returned to the airship base near King Brad's capital.

As soon as he got off the flying boat, several characters who looked like civil servants greeted him.

"O Mordwin..."

The Queen waved her hand to excuse her, and said to the head of the Imperial Propaganda Minister: "The third son of the earth, Dadalus, Prince Faris, has already been punished. Let your propaganda work start in full swing."

Mordwin bowed deeply, and said in a trembling tone: "The villain has never doubted His Majesty's victory, but is just worried about how to publicize such a victory, so as not to make His Majesty's achievements less eclipsed."

Xi Wei snorted next to her, and the empress's eyes flashed with helplessness, and the smile on her face remained unchanged: "It's enough to tell the truth, of course we must pay attention to the method."

Holding hands with Sylvie and walking towards the palace, the queen waved her hand to dismiss the surrounding courtiers, and whispered to Sylvie, "This is also the price that must be paid to rule the empire and restore order."

"I know, Your Majesty," Sylvie shrugged, "but I can't accept turning black into white. If it's to cover up something I have to do for Your Majesty, I don't have any complaints. But the merits of His Majesty Announcing it in that nasty tone and way, I just feel disgusted, there is no need for that at all."

The queen said: "It is not necessary for you, but it is necessary for those ignorant mortals."

Sylvie was very upset: "Killing three witch kings in a row... that is, the sons of the earth, wiped out the evil forces that wanted to harm the world, such a dazzling feat can be said directly. In this era, who else has such a feat? ?”

The queen shook her head and smiled, "After all, it's just a matter of the main plane, and it's not a big deal."

Having said that, there is still a trace of pride on his face.Those are three demigod-level existences. Killing such an enemy on the main plane should be sung by bards as an era epic.

Mordwin will certainly arrange it, he is very talented and experienced in this field.

Thinking of this, the queen also heaved a sigh of relief, and walked into the palace with Sylvie.

In the palace hall, hundreds of officials are waiting.

These subordinates, headed by Remaco, the head of the 74th Legion, are all senior officers in the Imperial Legion, and all have field titles above the Baron level, and they are the backbone of the Empire.They came here spontaneously to ask for an audience and listen to the oracle's holy voice. Of course, the Queen will not let them down.

The queen and Sylvie stopped, waiting for them to salute, but no one responded...

Seeing their eyes cast on the wall on one side of the hall, Sylvie was furious, and was about to reprimand, but the queen stopped her.

"have a look……"

The queen said so, her eyes glued to the wall.

It was a phantom screen, and it was already fashionable for the aristocracy to place phantom screens in the hall.The price of a large flat illusion screen has been achieved by Rowena for a few gold bushels, and with the increasing variety of illusion repertoires, even many rich people who are not nobles have begun to enjoy this pastime.

The image on the screen is a heart-stirring battle. One party is dressed in uniform and fully enclosed battle armor, and some are not wearing helmets. It can be seen that they are humans, half-elves or even halflings, but they are all mortals anyway.On the other side are ugly and frightening demons. The small ones are taller than a person, and the big ones are 30 meters tall. Each one is terrifying enough to stop a child from crying at night.

The demons flocked to the defense line covered with lattices like a frenzy, and meteorite-like flame demons continued to fall from the sky, exploding sparks on the protective barrier.Mortals fought back with flame-breathing long-range weapons, and the demons' heads were shattered, their chests were torn apart, and they fell like mowing grass in front of the defense line.

Occasionally, huge steel golems and powerful mortals crossed the line of defense, leaped into the crowd of demons, and swept them away like fallen leaves. Light gold, dark gold, wine red, lavender and light green lights shone continuously.

The indomitable fire giants and stone giants can be vaguely seen in the distance, coupled with the dark red and cold chaotic background of the battlefield, the text description below the image is not surprising.

This is the battle in the abyss of purgatory, this is the battlefield of bloody battles.But it was different from previous bloody battles. This time, mortals participated and fought against the demon head-on.

No wonder everyone present, including Remaco, were fascinated by it.Although the battle in the video is very different from the main plane, and there seems to be a regression in magic technology, but as an extraordinary person who understands magic technology and understands the influence of purgatory, he can tell at a glance that this is real Battlefield records, not repertoires that have been processed with phantom technology.

Even Sylvie, who was going to remind everyone, followed the Queen's line of sight to see the image, but there was no sound for a while.

After a long while, Remaco reacted first, knelt down in horror and shouted: "Your Majesty!"

The others came back to their senses and knelt down one after another.

The queen ignored them, still looking at the video, until the dazzling pale golden light lit up on the background, and when the demon's impact on the defense line slowed down, she blinked her eyes and returned to her mind.

Sylvie asked first, "What is this!?"

Remaco lowered his head: "This is the battlefield record of the Hell Plane Army. It is said that it happened three days ago. Now it has been circulated on the joint communication network and the book of trade winds."

"This must have been done by Li Qi. I don't know how many hands and feet have been used to package the small battle like this!"

All the officers present belonged to Sylvie's restraint, she sternly said: "You are not allowed to spread the word below! Let everyone concentrate on celebrating the empire's victory in Brad Kingdom!"

Rimako opened his mouth, but only spit out a "yes". Like other officers, he suppressed his confusion and agitation back to his stomach.

Yes, restlessness.

Mortals go down to the abyss of purgatory, fight against demons and devils, and still gain the upper hand. This kind of glory is enough to enjoy for a lifetime!
pity……

It was disrespectful for Remaco to shake off the sliver of distracting thoughts that passed through his mind.

Besides, the queen will definitely give them such an opportunity, and they will definitely not stay in this ghostly place of Brad and kill those aliens.Because of Sylvie's brutal policy, those who originally only vacillated between human beings and aliens finally decided not to be human aliens.

The queen sighed faintly at this time, her tone was a bit bitter: "I seem to be behind again, I didn't expect this to be the case below."

(End of this chapter)