Who says knights can't backstab

Chapter 780 This is your country, you are the emperor of Saint Emma
The young half-elf's hands were empty.

He didn't pull out the [Holy White Alliance Igwok], his hands dropped naturally, and he walked slowly into this historic and fortified palace.

There was silence in the palace, and the bright red carpet seemed to be soaked in blood, with a flowing texture.

He looked at both sides of the red carpet, where the ministers and generals of Ao San Emma were always proud, even proud, let alone the place where the ministers stood in court, let alone the right to face You Subjects of Emperor Rael I.They often dress brightly, take out their best clothes and rush to every court meeting, and the look on their faces is also arrogant.

And now on both sides of the red carpet...

The black mist wraps abstract human bodies, and it is impossible to see what kind of shape they are in the haze.But they can't be described as normal "human body".Be it the face or the limbs, there are always places that are fragmented, developing a hideous image, just like the veteran who trapped himself on the warship, Rowell Oberian.

But these ferocious and filthy evolutions are still in a deep sleep, or in the process of gestation, and they don't pose any threat yet.

In this palace, the only one who can pose a threat to Cyril is the Emperor Uriel I who sits on the throne.

The moment his toes landed on the red carpet, there seemed to be a "buzz" sound in the entire palace, as if the mechanism had been touched.The black mist that lined up on both sides of the red carpet no longer twisted, and they began to quickly condense into groups to form a complete body.

"Stop."

It was not Cyril who spoke, but from above the throne.

Following this voice, the filthy monsters stopped moving. Originally, in the next second, they would fly towards the uninvited visitor who broke into the palace.

Cyril looked up.

On the throne, the emperor who had been dozing off before was still sitting upright, but the pair of black eyes without any emotion stared at the young man who broke into the palace, and there was a bit of teasing in the eyes.

Cyril couldn't help being taken aback - he could feel that the great emperor had been completely soaked in filth, logically speaking, he shouldn't retain any consciousness, and it was impossible for him to show such a meticulous expression.

But he could clearly read the emotion in the latter's eyes, whether it was appreciation or fear.

He became more vigilant.No one will doubt the strength of the great emperor himself, but don't think that he is as weak as the dead future emperor Pelaggios of St. Emma. at the forefront.

If it is said that there is one and only one natural disaster grade in Saint Emma who has set foot in the White Tower Liandel, then this person must be Emperor Uriel I.

And such a perfect body, after being swallowed by the filth, the tyrannical power will make the body's strength rise to another level, plus the power of the filth itself...

It would be fine if he was facing an irrational and filthy puppet, but if this puppet also regained a clear will——

He took a deep breath, and was about to raise his hand to draw out his sword, when the emperor's loud voice echoed in the palace:
"A visitor from afar, with extraordinary courage and insight, reward——"

As soon as he finished speaking, the two filthy avatars closest to Cyril flew towards Cyril, the one on the left had a big mouth like a split flower, and the one on the right had sharp blades all over its arm.

"This is... the 'process' after triggering Uriel I?"

This weird scene made Cyril unable to help but speculate. The key point is that such a process is a bit too familiar to him——

【Road to Glory】.

Yes, such a weird process has only a strong sense of familiarity for him.

"The healer continues to recover, climbs the long steps, enters the palace and steps on the red carpet, triggers the first stage of the boss Uriel I Great Emperor - Defilement, every time the player at the front advances three positions, the elite will be triggered Strange……"

He casually crushed the two filthy incarnations who rushed up, and waved again, and Iggy Walker of the Holy White Alliance was also held in his palm.

The warm meaning emanating from the sword set off a warm current, gradually dispelling the gloomy cold that permeated the palace.Cyril only felt the sword in his hand tremble slightly, as if it was also excited facing the Great Emperor Uriel I.

And it was not only the sword that felt the same, but also the string of [Original Necklace] on his chest.

This string of necklaces is constantly exuding heat. Although it does not have any power blessing, it is like a booster, telling Cyril that he is not alone——

As if sensing the threat emanating from the young man, the emperor suddenly stood up and raised his hands high.The dozens of filthy avatars lined up on both sides of the red carpet were immediately activated. They squirmed and rushed towards Cyril, trying to tear the intruder into pieces with various postures.

But before Eagle Walker of the Holy White Alliance, these "elites" were really not enough.It didn't even need Cyril to mobilize his own magic power, the blooming sword light swallowed all the filth.

In just an instant, the entire filthy palace seemed to be cleaned up.

Only Cyril, who was at the beginning of the red carpet, remained.

And at the end of the red carpet, on the throne, Uriel I the Great.

"Emperor Uriel I? Or the filth of Leander? What should I call you?"

Holding the sword in his hand, he moved forward slowly.The standing king swayed slightly, then raised a hand, supported his forehead, covered half of his face, and said in a deep voice:
"A stranger from afar..."

However, this sound only lasted for a moment, and Uriel I suddenly raised his head and let out a mournful howl.The pair of eyes were filled with blood at a speed visible to the naked eye, and then two blood lines burst out from the eye sockets, squeezing out both eyes of Uriel I!
"Does he still have the sanity of a human being?"

Cyril was wondering, when his eyes suddenly blurred, the tall figure standing in front of the throne just now had disappeared from his sight!
"There are no fluctuations in magic power, and I haven't captured any aura belonging to him... Leander has the widest authority below the white ring, and the power it can call is even wider than mine..."

"What method will it choose to attack me?"

Cyril was thinking quickly in his mind, but the movements in his hands did not stop at all.The shining Holy White Alliance Eagle Walker inserted towards the floor tiles under his feet, and the magic power centered on him and exploded to the surroundings, blooming like a lotus of light.

The entire palace was shaking violently, the floor tiles were shattered piece by piece, and every column was shaking, covering any possible place for Uriel I to hide his figure.

However, such a shock did not make Uriel I reveal the slightest flaw.It seemed to have completely disappeared into the palace, without being disturbed by Cyril at all.

"Where is it hidden? Do you want to kill me with one blow?"

Cyril thinks that his offensive has already covered the entire palace, and the power of the Holy White Alliance Igwalk is absolutely lethal to the filth. After all, this can leave a heavy wound on Nora's filthy Fiossel weapon.

He didn't think that a filth that had taken away Emperor Uriel I for less than a year would be able to resist such a magic cleansing.

So where is Emperor Uriel I now?

He turned his eyes, and suddenly noticed something, and looked back suddenly, but saw that the steps behind him were no longer on the same plane as himself, and the place he was standing was much higher than the sky.

And then, the whole palace began to tilt——

"He's under the palace! He lifted up the whole palace!"

"That's too late!"

Cyril finally realized it, but it was too late, the terrifying fluctuation of magic power was accumulating at an alarming speed under the place where his long sword was inserted, and before he had time to react, a thick black beam of light shot from him Boomed right below!
"boom!!!!!"

The emperor, who was carrying the entire palace with one arm, proudly lowered the other free arm, and a thick black beam of light shot out from the very center of the palace, directly piercing through the bottom of the entire palace, hitting the arrogant intruder, Then it penetrated the top of the palace, and blasted out a huge hole in the clouds composed of thick black mist!
He stood there in a daze for a few seconds, and then threw the entire palace down. Amidst the violent vibrations, his figure flickered and reappeared in the palace.

At this time, that solemn and luxurious palace was beyond recognition.

The roof pierced by the beam of light kept dropping debris, and the fluctuation of magic power caused by the boy before made the heavy pillars crumbling.

The brief confrontation between the two natural disaster grades that set foot in Liandel almost completely destroyed the palace with a long history.

Looking at the empty palace, his body was stiff, he turned around silently, and walked towards the throne that belonged to him step by step.

The skin on his body is constantly wrinkling, and his whole body is throbbing from the magical breath emanating from the intruder before-strictly speaking, this is a tragic victory, because the latter's power of purification It almost washed away all the filthy power in his body, but it was just a little bit short.

It's just that the young intruder won't know, because under his own attack, he has absolutely no chance of surviving.

He sat on the throne again, crossed one leg, propped his elbow on the armrest, and dragged his face with the palm of his hand.

"This is... my country."

He murmured subconsciously.

"Yes, this is your country."

A voice sounded in his ear.

He suddenly froze.

Blood began to spurt out of the empty eye sockets again, his face twitched, and the hand holding his cheek changed to cover his face, falling into painful thoughts.

"This is your country, this is your country—" the voice kept repeating, strong and weak, but each voice was full of appeal, deeply persuading him.

"This is my country, this is my country—"

He kept repeating, his voice getting louder and louder.He stood up abruptly, opened his arms, and yelled at the missing piece of the palace roof in a gesture of embracing the sun:
"This is my land, this is my country, and I am the emperor of St. Emma!"

"Yes."

"This is your land, this is your country, and you are the emperor of St. Emma."

The voice suddenly became full of pity, and said in a distressed voice:
"Then take a look, your land, your country, everything that surrenders to you..."

"Now, what has become of it?"

The young half-elf stood at the gap made by the beam of light, looked up at the emperor who suddenly fell into silence, and said calmly.

The attack launched by Uriel I before was sudden enough, and its power was of course not bad. In a broad sense, it was enough to erase the existence of a natural disaster-level human individual like Cyril.

It's a pity that Cyril is not a pure natural disaster-level human individual.

He has quite a few methods to reduce the power of this beam of light. [Imprint: Brightness of the Mirror], [Imprint: Barrier], [Imprint: Misty Mist]...

The experience of the past year has enriched his means so much that he can't even count them. Even if he picks out two or three imprints at random, he can cut most of the power of the beam of light at this moment.

But what's more, even if Cyril took the blow of this beam of light, he wouldn't suffer multiple injuries——

The toughness of the Holy skeleton guard, coupled with the terrifying vitality provided by the heart of nature, in the game, this beam of light may only be able to scrape off less than one-twentieth of his blood bars.

After going through all this, Cyril lost his aura.

Witness the Great Emperor's return to his throne and hear his murmur for yourself.

His sanity...maybe not completely swallowed by the filth.

So Cyril said:
"Then take a look, your land, your country, everything that surrenders to you..."

"Now, what has become of it?"

"What has it become?"

"What has it become?"

This voice echoed repeatedly in Emperor Uriel I's mind, and he suddenly started to roar again, which was like the roar of a wild beast after being severely injured.

"Eyes, my eyes... I can't see, I can't see! Where are my eyes?!"

He screamed wildly, and the boy below snapped his fingers, and a pair of black eyes reappeared in his sockets.

When Emperor Uriel I regained his vision and saw things clearly, he was stunned.

The broken palace, the gloomy holy city, everything shrouded in black mist...

"This, is this my country?" he asked tremblingly.

"Yes, this is your country, the most powerful country in the world, O'Santa Emma."

"Now, it's destroyed."

"It... was destroyed." Uriel I murmured and repeated, "Who destroyed it?"

"Who destroyed it, don't you still know?" The young man looked at him pitifully.

He understood immediately.

Then, the emperor of the most powerful country in the world was the only emperor known as the "Great Emperor" in the 300 years since the Solago Dynasty.

He raised his right hand high, and then inserted it into his chest, digging out his own heart.

　The state is not good, I didn't write the feeling orz...forgive me

　　
　
(End of this chapter)