Noble Emblem

Seeing the strong man suspected of being a dragon knight cutting off one of his own hands, the soldiers in the rear were angry, but they did not dare to make any statement.

"Why?"

The young man whose arm was cut off had a pale face because of the pain. He knelt on the ground and looked up at Beta: "How...have I...offended Your Excellency?"

A large amount of blood flowed from the stubble of the young man's arm, and his face became increasingly pale. If he did not receive treatment, he would be unconscious in about five minutes at most.

"Are you from the Mystery Eye organization?" Beta asked in a cold voice.

Hearing the name of the organization, the young man's eyebrows twitched. If you didn't observe carefully, you might think that he made this small movement because of pain, but Beta's mental power can keenly sense something wrong with the other person's expression.

"I do not know what you're talking about?"

"Still pretending to be stupid?"

Beta turned around and waved his sword, cutting off the tongue of the dead red dragon.

With a click, a huge dragon's tongue fell in front of the young man. On the dragon's tongue, there was clearly a white eye mark, which was exactly the same as the one on the young man's arm.

The evidence is conclusive and it is impossible to deny it.

Moreover, there is no point in denying the situation when both parties are fully aware of it. Beta is not the kind of virgin bitch who is completely bound by morality and needs the other party to confess before she can take action. As long as he thinks that he has 100% confirmed the other party's suspicion, he is the kind of person who can directly take action and ignore other people's quibbles.

"To be honest, I really didn't expect to meet your organization halfway." Beta said with a little joy: "Your organization is so mysterious that no one can find any clues."

As the Pope, Beta also asked the people below to secretly collect information about the Mystery Eye organization, but after several years, there was no harvest at all.

The young man smiled miserably.

"I don't know why the Red Dragon of your organization will attack your city, or is this one of your means to rise to power?" Beta glanced at the soldiers behind him: "These have nothing to do with me, I just want to Do you know where your organization is hiding?"

The young man laughed miserably: "I know who you are! The Pope of the Cult of Wealth, Beta Lyon."

Beta chuckled: "Tell me the location of your organization, and I can spare your life and help you reattach your arm."

"It's impossible. If I tell you the location of the organization, I will die miserably, and my family will die miserably." The young man's spirit was already in despair: "So kill me. If you continue to ask, you will die miserably." meaningless."

"I can protect your family." Beta said: "I am a dragon knight. It is not difficult to transport a few or a dozen people to my city of Woking."

At this time, the young man's swollen eyes flashed with a weak struggle, and Beta thought there was something going on. But after a few seconds, that faint glimmer of hope disappeared.

"It's useless. The organization's control over us is beyond your imagination."

The young man laughed miserably and exposed his neck.

A golden light flashed, and the young man closed his eyes in despair, but the expected death did not come. Instead, a scroll was thrown in front of him.

Beta sat back on Solilana's back, and the golden dragon flew away.

The young man burst out laughing for the rest of his life.

In the air, watching the land of ice and snow below gradually increase, Beta let out a breath, and white mist suddenly appeared.

"Why didn't you kill him just now?"

"It's not necessary." Beta sighed: "I saw that there are magic restrictions on that person's body. After death, the soul will be destroyed directly. Even if you want to torture his soul, it is impossible. Just let him live first. Wan If anything happens in the future, we can start with this person.”

"Oh I got it."

Solilana also stopped talking.

In fact, there was one thing Beta hadn't said yet. The reason why he could recognize so quickly that there was a restriction on the other party was because he saw his own technique.

If I want to impose a ban on others, I will definitely do so.

Because there were inverse scales in front of her that bounced up to help block the wind, even though Solilana was flying at high speed, Beta actually didn't feel much airflow. In a daze, he thought of the vision he saw in France some time ago, the man who seemed to be his memory clone, and the girl who felt inexplicably familiar.

That man should have a deep relationship with the Mystery Eye organization.

After another two hours, Solilana and Beta finally arrived at the royal city of Niraya.

Viewed from a high altitude, this royal city is obviously a little deserted, with few people walking on the streets, and it appears even less energetic than the border cities to the south.

Beta's eyes slowly swept across the entire city, and he saw that several places in the city had been turned into ruins, but some people were busy rebuilding them.

"Has even the royal city been attacked?"

Beta muttered.

Solilana lowered some height, which soon caused panic below. There were not many pedestrians on the street, running in all directions, and soon hid in the house.

Soon, the city walls and the high tower of the palace were filled with soldiers, all pointing their bows at Solilana.

Several bed crossbows were also pulled out.

Seeing the magic wave shining on the crossbow on the bed, Solilana felt a little uncomfortable, and subconsciously became more excited.

Not long after, two Fengsu magicians floated into the air and used amplification magic to shout: "Are those above the messengers of the God of Wealth?"

"right."

"What evidence is there?"

Beta threw down the token he had prepared earlier, which was the token that Duolong had given him before, saying that if the Pope went there first, he would need to gain trust. After all, the current Nyala country was already in a state of war.

The wind magician adjusted his body in mid-air, took the token, looked at it for a while, then looked at Solilana, and then shouted: "Dear envoy, please come with me."

Under the guidance of the wind magician, Solilana landed on the largest flat-roofed room in the palace.

The construction quality of this palace is quite good, and Solilana's heavy body is still stable when it falls on it.

Two teams of fully armed honor guards rushed out from the stairs.

There were about thirty people, all wearing turquoise leather armor. Although they did not do anything out of the ordinary, the looks they looked at Solilana were quite unfriendly.

Beta jumped off Solilana's back, and the latter transformed into a female elf.

Then the expressions of these honor guards became better.

To them, the appearance of an elf is far more pleasing to the eye than the appearance of a giant dragon. Even if they know that the essence of this elf is still a giant dragon.

A young man who looked like a prince came up, bent slightly and said, "Your Excellency, the envoy, thank you very much for coming. Please come with me. My father is waiting for you."

The prince's posture was very low.

This is also a normal thing. Now Nyala has reached the last moment. If it lasts for a few more months, it will definitely collapse.

Without food or equipment, the five-color dragon would attack in large numbers every once in a while.

Following the prince, Beta entered the palace. In the court hall, two guards wanted to come up and search him. The prince said calmly: "No need. These are distinguished guests."

The two guards backed away.

Pushing open the door of the court hall, Beta saw the old king sitting on a high throne. A black carpet in the middle led to under the throne, and around the red carpet, there were about thirty nobles standing. When they saw Beta, most of them showed eager eyes, but a few of them had obviously distrustful looks.

Even though he had just arrived, Beta could feel the silence in the court hall, as well as the deep anxiety and despair mixed in it.

The prince led Beta to the throne, and then he retreated into the group of nobles.

Beta looked directly at the old king above and said with a smile: "Wise king of Nyala, I'm glad to see you."

The old king looked at Beta for a while, frowned and said, "You are not an ordinary envoy. What is your identity?"

"The Pope of the Cult of Wealth, Beta Lyon."

As soon as these words came out, not only the old king, but also all the nobles around him showed expressions of disbelief.

A divine pope came to another country alone without any escort?

No, the dragon behind him is a very strong guard, but even so, the ostentation is too small.

"Your Excellency, it's not that we don't trust you." The old king tried his best to speak more pleasantly: "It's just that this matter is very important. How do we confirm your identity."

Beta took out the papal scepter from the mansion's magic space, and then became full of momentum.

Everyone present, except for the old king who was sitting on the throne and could barely maintain his composure, everyone else's expressions changed drastically and they took a step back.

A few weak nobles were even directly intimidated and knelt down.

Two master-level warriors stood in front of the king.

The momentum is released and then recovered in less than five seconds.

But it can leave a very strong impression.

A general and nobleman who returned from a battle on the battlefield exclaimed: "Legend!"

Everyone's expressions changed again, becoming incredulous.

Beta had no sure way to prove his identity. No matter if he produced documents or physical proofs such as heraldry, it would be of little use.

If the other party doesn’t believe it, these things are all rubbish. Moreover, the country of Nyala is now being insulted by the surrounding countries, and they no longer have much trust in outsiders.

And Beta showing legendary level strength is the best way to prove it.

The words spoken by top powerhouses, whether they are individuals or forces, must be carefully considered.

The old king felt that his palms were full of cold sweat. He said: "I now believe that you are the Pope. Then may I ask, Your Majesty, why did you come alone? The large teleportation magic circle Duolong mentioned should require a lot of people. Let’s make it. We don’t have many magicians in Nyala anymore!”

Beta smiled and said: "No need for other magicians, I can do it alone."