Who says knights can't backstab

Chapter 642 The Fanatic and Perverted Bishop
Between the dim purple and white morning light, the pitch-black island was dragged into the sea without any wailing.

All of this happened in just a few minutes, and after a while, the hull that was shattered by the tentacles completely merged into the sea below.

It seems that only the churning of the waves remembers that it was there.

The half-elf boy on the embankment could no longer describe his feelings in words, he could only silently watch the scene that happened in the distance.

At this time, the small ship sent from the Consul class finally arrived at the shore of Jufer Island.It rushed directly onto the beach, and then several figures ran out of the boat, headed by the former high-spirited prince of Saint Emma, ​​Pelagius Herris.

Behind him are the loyal guards, the four-pointed star sword master.

The distance was still far away, and Cyril had already heard the yelling from Pelaggios.His Royal Highness's voice was tearing. This was a gaffe he had never shown before, but it was also a true portrayal of his mood at this time:
"Who, who will tell me, why Min Keerxius failed to kill it? The protection of the seven gods, the protection of the whole seven gods! You, you come and explain to me, you explain to me!"

He twisted around to grab the collars of the four-pointed star swordsmen behind him, shook them vigorously, and sprayed his saliva on their faces.

But the swordsmen could only respond in silence, and only one stammered:

"Your Highness, this may be due to... a mistake made by the church..."

"Snapped!"

A heavy slap slapped the swordsman in the face.Pelaggios' cold eyes fell on the swordsman's face, and he lowered his voice in an emotionless tone:
"If you let me hear that you have any doubts about the judgment of His Majesty Nicholas...you should kill yourself."

"Yes Yes."

The swordsman lowered his head in a low voice, not daring to say another word.

Pelaggios panted for a while before turning around and looking forward, and then his expression froze immediately - there was a half-elf boy standing in front of no one before.

"Lord Adrian..."

The corners of his eyes twitched, his face twitched slightly, and he pronounced the name almost hoarsely.

"His Royal Highness Pelagius Herris." Cyril bowed slightly and performed a standard knight salute.But the etiquette he performed at this moment only meant humiliation in the eyes of Pelaggios.The prince of St. Emma suppressed the anger in his heart, raised his head slightly, and while maintaining a haughty posture, his voice became even colder.

"Count Adrian, I am very... happy to see that you are still alive."

It doesn't sound like the slightest bit of joy.

And Cyril replied with a smile on his face: "I am also very glad that I am still alive. After all, even the giant ship of Ao San Emma was swallowed by the waves——ah, maybe you didn't notice, there was an explosion in the distance. The giant ship of the beam of light is already missing one ship?"

He made a gesture of looking around, and suddenly realized: "Oh, I was wrong, there are only four ships left now—"

Another two Providence-class dreadnought transport ships were disassembled by Weisslingen and pulled into the sea.

Pelaggios couldn't even hold back his last restraint, his face turned red all of a sudden, he swung his half-wet hair like an angry lion, and strode towards the half in front of him. Elf boy.

But before he took a few steps, the bright silver sword light flashed in front of his eyes, and the sharp edge of the sword reached Pelaggios' throat before the four-pointed star sword master drew his sword behind him.

"His Royal Highness——" Cyril said in a long voice, slowly, and at the same time signaled the Four-pointed Star Sword Master with his eyes not to make any moves.

"Adrien!" Pelaggios couldn't hold back his anger even though he was pressed against his throat by the blade, and he growled, "Find out your identity, inferior species of La Rochelle— —”

Before he finished speaking, he saw the handsome face of the half-elf boy approaching rapidly, the long sword in front of his neck changed from vertical to horizontal, and then a huge force slammed into his abdomen fiercely.

Pelaggios only felt that his internal organs were about to be punched out, while the half-elf boy in front of him slowly lowered his knee-stretched calf, his pale green eyes looked down at the man who bowed because of the pain, and his chin was trembling. The prince's long hair stuck to the sword sneered and said:

"Your Majesty Herris, the superior Ost Emma, ​​the posture you are in—"

He lowered his figure slightly, leaned into Pelaggios' ear and whispered, "It's the same as the uncivilized barbarian rolling in the snow in the north, it's too embarrassing—"

At this time, Pelaggios could not bear the posture of the prince at all. The pain made him roll his eyes and open his mouth wide. The saliva on his tongue fell on the boy's shoulders. The pain made him want to vomit, but he could only Can make a whoo-ho retching sound.

"You guys, throw all your swords over here."

Cyril looked at the Four-pointed Star Juggernaut again, and the four of them looked at each other. They had no choice but to untie the sword and threw it in front of Cyril.

Cyril rolled it up with the wind and stuffed it all into his space bracelet.

At this time, Pelaggios' white eyes gradually returned to normal, and the whites of his eyes became blood red.The sword was on his neck so he didn't dare to move more, he could only curse in a hoarse voice: "I'll kill you, I will definitely kill you, Adrian..."

But his resentment was once again blown away by a heavy blow to the knee, this time he was directly knocked to the ground, curled up in pain like a caterpillar.

And the young man's sword tip hung down on his cheek, just quietly watching his ugliness.

It wasn't until Pelaggios calmed down again and was completely exhausted that Cyril patted his cheek with his sword and asked coldly:

"Now, His Royal Highness Herris, can you tell me what Osan Emma is planning?"

"You, you—" Pelaggios raised a hand, pointed at Cyril, and wanted to say something.But the sword that was still flattened just now deflected slightly, and the sharp and cold feeling made him stop his voice immediately.

"One Consul-class, seven Providence-class dreadnought transport ships, the countless magic crystals consumed by space transportation, plus the cost of the protection of the gods, and the launch of the Minkersius—"

"Spending so much in, but the result is nothing. Presumably the 'Emperor Uriel I' who only judges the facts, should not forgive the executor of all this. Among his many descendants, Pelagius His Royal Highness, that is you—— right?"

The words that Cyril said slowly made Pelaggios' heart tremble. At this moment, he realized how much investment he had made in this industry, and if he really went back like this...

What kind of attitude will that Uriel Harris, who only looks at the result and not the process, that is, his father, treat him...

He didn't notice some slips of the tongue from the young earl, and Cyril looked at Pelagius Herris' gradually dull face, and continued:
"Also Sant Emma has sunk so many ships, perhaps it would be a better choice to die here than to go back alive empty-handed? At least the people of Santa Emma can still brag at the funeral. For a disaster that is unbearable for human beings, a heroic sacrifice—rather than being a deserter who has accomplished nothing?"

"You and I……"

Pelagius Herris had countless words to say, but finally swallowed them all.

He sighed and said in a low voice:
"I, I'll tell you what I know..."

He raised his head, as if he still wanted to regain his arrogance, but the repeated setbacks and Cyril's words made him unable to even raise his eyebrows, and finally said weakly: "But Adrian, Earl Adrian, you scored me Some……"

"His Royal Highness, you are not qualified to bargain with me now—"

Cyril's words made His Royal Highness suffer, and finally said:

"Everything stems from the Church of the Origin, the surveillance of the Bishop of the Harbor Temple: Bishop Stanley Clemens."

"You spy on other bishops?"

His Royal Highness's first words made Cyril raise his eyebrows. He didn't expect Ossa Emma's hands to be so long, and they were so far away in the port of New Aowei that they would not have any impact on international relations. The Bishop of the Harbor Temple is monitored.

But Stanley Clemens was actually unaware of this.

Thinking about it this way, in the neighboring La Rochelle, how many spies should the people of Saint-Emma have planted...

Cyril thought, maybe it's time for His Royal Highness Anastasia to launch a round of investigation on Solkonan.

"That's not the point." Pelagius Herris shook his head, "We have monitored the behavior of Bishop Stanley Clemens for 40 years, and the results of the monitoring over the past 40 years make the source The early church was shocked..."

The monitoring of Stanley Clemens began in 1400, when Bishop Nickel noticed that Stanley Clemens's faith was far more fanatical than expected.

Then, in several bishops' councils, he tried to embellish his thoughts with radical words, discussed with Stanley Clemens, and finally came to a conclusion:
"Bishop Stanley Clemens is a very fanatical and perverted supporter of the gods."

"Crazy and perverted?"

This adjective made Cyril feel a little confused. Judging from the few contacts with Stanley Clemens, Cyril can only feel the heavy pressure from the latter...

"He is fanatical, extremely fanatical. The ascetic monks, who are absolute followers of the Sea God, have won his full support. After he became the bishop, the number of ascetic monks has tripled."

"Fanatic believers are not uncommon."

"But fanatics will only crazily promote their beliefs, and substitute various things into the gods' feedback... They are eager to embrace the gods, but they are not the ones who dare to open their arms."

"And Stanley Clemens... by Danya, he frantically tried every means to... to bring the gods back to the earth..."

"But the gods have already turned into stars and gone away." Cyril's eyes widened slightly, and he seemed to understand the meaning of Pelaggios' words.

"Yes, but he thinks that the gods are about to return... At first, he tried to expand his faith, gaining Urella's favor by increasing the number of believers and strengthening the power of faith."

"That sounds pretty normal..."

Cyril has heard a little about the expansion of the Harbor Sanctuary, mainly during the period from 1400 to 1420. At that time, the number of fleets in the Port of New Orville was expanded, and Urella and the Harbor Sanctuary were preached everywhere on the sea. It even allowed the Harbor Sanctuary to develop to a certain extent in the port south of La Rochelle.

"But then he realized that relying on the power of faith alone is not enough, so he began to try more extreme methods..." Speaking of this, Pelaggios could not help but swallow his saliva.

"He firmly believes that the gods still protect and show mercy to the world. If the enemies of the gods reappear, the gods will naturally reappear in the world to protect the suffering people."

Hearing this, Cyril's pupils shrank slightly:
At this time, he finally understood the intention of Stanley Clemens in planning all this:

He hoped that Urella, the god of the sea, would return, so he tried his best to "unseal" Urella's enemy, "The Devourer" Vishlingen——

Through the great fear brought by Vishlingen, through the anger of the ocean, and the mourning of the world, to pray for the mercy of the gods again...

Stanley Clemens --

The two words fanatical and perverted are used to describe him, and there is really no problem at all.

But Cyril immediately frowned deeply.

He understood Clemens' intentions, but what happened at this moment did not match Clemens' intentions.

Sandy Marion is the executor of Clemens' will, and he is responsible for collecting "materials"—these materials must have been used by Stanley Clemens to unseal Vishlingen...

"Fog Corpse", he still remembered the name of this material.

In Cyril's memory, this is a very weak bug with a small population.They live in the deep abyss, live on those bones, and their lifespan is very short.

The only way for it to protect itself is to produce "illusion" through its group living - this kind of illusion is different from illusion in a broad sense, it is closer to "projection", capable of projecting part of the power of the projected person...

In a certain dungeon, the player faced a monster that was purely projected by the Mist Corpse Worm. It was absolutely impossible for the players at that time to defeat it, but it only took about 15 minutes for the Mist Corpse Worm to reach its end of life. , the level is passed naturally...

And Nora's message let Cyril know that the current Weisslingen power loss is serious, and it is absolutely impossible to return to the original level——

But the number of Mist Corpse Worms is not enough. If a broken projection from Weisslingen, which has suffered a serious loss of power, can crush everything in this way, it would be too invincible, right?

Then he thought of the name again.

Alvin Saxon.

Nora said that this time the incident was related to two gods, Urella, the sea god, and Isis, the beast god.

The "Vishlingen" that is reappearing today does not come from Stanley Clemens.

It is not a simple incomplete projection, but a combination of elements related to both the sea god and the beast god.

It comes from the performer of Sandy Marion's mission, Alvin Saxon.

　In fact, there are some places where you can think about it carefully...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)