Sword of Daybreaker

A series of amazing things are happening in this two-hundred-year-old imperial capital-some people are being eliminated, some mistakes are being corrected, some plans that have been abandoned are being restarted, some people are leaving their homes, After disappearing in this world, some people suddenly received secret orders to be activated like seeds that had been dormant for ten years and resume activities...

All of this was shrouded in the extremely thick and long fog of Tifeng 739 Fog.

Count Durer was standing in his family’s mansion. He was standing on the balcony on the third floor, looking at the misty streets outside through the wide crystal glass windows. Today’s fog has spread a little, so he can see The scene across the street-the spire and porch of the Church of St. Joram are standing in the fog, but on this day usually used for worship, there are no civilians in front of this church.

The most daring civilians stayed tens of meters away from the church gate, looking at what was happening on the street with a timid expression.

There is a large group of obsidian forbidden army and a large number of rogue combat mages wearing black robes are gathering in front of the church. Many scattered soldiers can also be seen in the paths around the church and in various hidden intersections. Look at Earl Durer. The commander of the forbidden army brigade was ordering people to open the door of the church-the priests in the church obviously did not cooperate, but after some unfriendly "communication", the iron black door was forcibly broken Up.

The heavily armed obsidian forbidden army and battle mages rushed in.

Some of the civilians who watched the excitement in the distance exclaimed, some held their breath, and some of them might be believers of the God of War-they showed painful appearance, cursing and shouting something, but no one Dare to go forward and cross the line of defense formed by soldiers and battle mages.

The chaos continued for a while. Even at a distance, Earl Durer could perceive more than one fierce magical fluctuation in the church. He saw some flashes in the dark doorway, which made him subconsciously pull. Pulling the button on his chest-then, the flashes, noises, and the magic fluctuations in the church all ended. He saw the soldiers and wizards who had just entered the church being withdrawn in an orderly manner. Some of them were injured, and some were injured. People escorted more than a dozen war priests and priests wearing priest robes out of it.

The civilians gathered in the distance became more agitated. This time, a soldier finally stood up to stop the commotion, and another soldier pointed in the direction of the church door—Earl Durer saw the imperial army commander walking out of the church last. When he came out, the tall and burly man seemed to be carrying something wet on his shoulders. After he went outside and threw the thing on the ground, Earl Durer could vaguely see what it was.

It was a large group of flesh and blood that had been decayed and obviously showed a mutated form. Even if it was blocked by the mist, he saw the tentacles squirming around the flesh and blood, and the hideous faces constantly emerging from the blood.

The crowd screamed in horror. A war mage began to use amplifying technique to read out the conclusion of the search of the Church of St. Jolem. Several soldiers stepped forward to summon the raging flames with the ball, and began to purify the dirty and terrible flesh and blood in public. But Earl Durer suddenly felt a strong nausea, he could not help covering his mouth and stepping back for a while, but he could not help looking at the street again, looking at the creepy and terrifying scene.

The raging flames had already begun to burn, and some kind of non-human roar suddenly sounded for a while, and then quickly disappeared.

Unearthed evil spirits from the church, performed flame purification on the street, and publicly tried heretical demons... Count Durer did not expect that he would see such a scene in his lifetime. In his impression, such a scene only appeared in history books-in the age when human civilization was the most precarious, the country was unstable, and all kinds of dark, degenerate, and twisted forces were still entrenched in this land. Similar things will happen.

Great Typhon, when have you been so critical?

Count Durer furrowed his brows and felt a little out of breath. He had this feeling of suffocation when the Parliament was temporarily closed. At that time, he thought he had seen the most dangerous and tense moments in this country, but now he I finally realized that the real threats facing this land were still far deeper. Obviously, the rulers of the empire were aware of these dangers and therefore took the current series of actions.

He doesn't care about the parliament at all now. He only hopes that the measures taken by His Majesty the Emperor will be effective and timely enough to pull the country out of the quagmire.

At this moment, the sound of footsteps came from behind, and a familiar breath appeared behind Earl Durer. Without looking back, he knew that the other party was an attendant who had followed him for many years, so he asked casually: "What happened?"

"My lord," the attendant stood still two meters away, bowing his hands respectfully, with a hint of tension in his tone, "Viscount Cornelian at 16 Maple Street was taken away this morning... by the Obsidian Forbidden Army. ..."

Count Durer's fingers shook subconsciously, and he exhaled softly after two seconds: "I see."

"Are you still seeing Count Bern Turan tomorrow?"

"...Cancel the meeting, I will ask Dawn to bring an apocalypse to explain the situation in person," Earl Durer shook his head, "Does Galiya know about this?"

The attendant immediately replied: "Miss already knows-she is very worried about the situation of her fiancé, but without your permission, she is still in the room."

"...Let her stay in the room, no one can do anything about this," Count Durer closed his eyes and said in a somewhat complicated tone. "Also tell him that Viscount Cornelian will return safely— But there will be no more Cornelian'Viscount' in the future. I will reconsider this marriage, and...Forget it, I will go and talk to her personally afterwards."

"Yes, my lord."

Count Durer nodded, and just then, from the corner of his eye, suddenly he saw new movement on the opposite street.

He saw a black magic car approaching from a distant crossroad. The emblems of the royal family and the obsidian imperial army were hung on the magic car.

Unexplained tension and panic suddenly surged from the bottom of his heart, making Count Durer clenched his fists subconsciously. Although he didn't think he had the slightest stain and inferiority that would cause trouble during this period, his eyes Still staring at the car-almost every ridge, every wheel, every piece of crystal glass is engraved in his head-he stared at it coming from the direction of the intersection , A little closer to the door of his house.

He felt that his heart was about to jump out, and the high concentration of attention even gave him the illusion of whether the car had started to slow down. The sound of blood pounding in his ears, and then he saw it. The car drove past without slowing down, passed the house of the house, and drove towards another house.

It wasn't until this time that Count Durer realized that he hadn't changed his breath for a long time, and he suddenly gasped, which even caused a severe cough. The attendant behind him immediately patted his back and asked nervously and caringly: "My lord, my lord, are you okay?"

"I'm okay, cough cough, okay," Count Durer said while coughing, while his sight was still chasing the black magic car that was fast driving into the fog. After the discomfort eased slightly, he couldn't bear it. Zhui showed a weird smile, "It seems...this time there is really no one who can stop him..."

"My lord?" The attendant was a little confused, "What are you talking about?"

"It's nothing," Earl Durer waved his hand, and loosened the button on the neckline. "Go to the cellar and get the bottle of Platinum Fez wine I collected. I need to calm down..."

...

Hadilun was sitting in his own study room in the Obsidian Palace. The fragrance of incense was refreshing, and the decorative shields hanging on the nearby walls gleamed under the shining of magic spar lamps. The young obsidian army commander looked at his desk-on the dark red desk, a list was spread out in front of him.

"Another name..." He muttered softly, picked up the pen next to him, and struck out a name, but his brow wrinkled even more as the name was struck off.

A soft knock on the door suddenly came, interrupting Hardyron's thinking.

The prince raised his head and looked in the direction of the door: "Please come in."

The door opened, and Diana, wearing a black maid dress and long black hair, appeared in front of Hadillon.

"Ah, Ms. Diana..." Hardyren couldn't help but sighed with a smile after seeing the maid. "No wonder you can't feel the breath outside the door... Is something wrong? Don't tell me again. It's a new list..."

"Yes, Prince Hadillon, this is the new list," Diana nodded lightly, and took a few steps forward and placed a document cured with magic encapsulation on Hadillon's bookcase. "According to the wanderer Based on the intelligence we have collected over the years, we have finally identified a group of people who are always undermining the New Deal, or who have been controlled by the God of War Church, or who have colluded with external forces-they still need to be interrogated, but the results should not be too bad."

"List, list, new list..." Hadillon took the file with a wry smile, his eyes hurriedly swept over it, "In fact, many people even know they will appear on it even if they don't investigate. , They have been tirelessly operating their forces and eroding the dividends brought by the New Deal. This kind of destructive behavior is almost on the table..."

Halfway through what he said, he stopped, glanced at several names, and curled his mouth.

"Are you secretly colluding with Cecil again... Accepting cash or stock purchases, or being seized on political handle... In the proud and beautiful ‘upper society’, there is no shortage of such people."

"There should be more lines behind these people-but most of our investigations failed before we started," Diana said blankly. "The people who contacted them were very alert. To cut off, these people who have been bought are just the final pieces. They don't even know the existence of other people, so in the end we can only catch these most insignificant spies."

"I've heard of the Cecil's military intelligence bureau, and their'intelligence officers'... We have dealt with them a few times," Hadillon said casually, "it is indeed a very difficult opponent. It is much more difficult to deal with than the secret agents of the Highmountain Kingdom and the Brotherhood of Shadows, and I believe you, these people are only a part of the exposure, and there will only be more people who have not been exposed-otherwise, I am really sorry for the name of the military intelligence bureau. "

While talking, he put the list aside.

"I will handle this part of the list of nobles personally. Every name here should be able to sell for a good price at the negotiating table."

Diana nodded and took a half step back almost silently: "Then I will leave first."

In the next second, her figure disappeared into the room.

Hardyron blinked, looked at the still open door, and muttered helplessly: "At least close the door..."

Before he could finish his words, he heard a familiar voice coming from the corridor outside the door: "This is because she saw me coming here."

In the next second, a tall figure wearing a black court dress walked into the study, smiled and nodded to Hadillon: "It looks like you are very busy."

Hadillon glanced at Matilda who was suddenly visiting: "Why do you show up at this time? Don't you have to deal with the restless noble representatives and the businessmen who are not calm?"

"It's over-it's not worth my time to calm their emotions for more than two hours," Matilda said casually. "So I'll take a look at your situation, but it looks like your work has to be completed. It takes a long time?"

"Ms. Diana just brought me a new list," Hardyron raised his eyelids, the deep eyes inherited from Rosetta Augustus with a trace of exhaustion and helplessness, "all must be dealt with. of."

Matilda's gaze fell on Hadillon's desk, and then she looked away from her.

Hardyron glanced at his sister and said casually, "If you want to inquire about Andesa, then I suggest you go to Ms. Diana-the rogue is more intelligent than me in terms of intelligence. But I I don’t think she will have more detailed information. Now our western intelligence network is blocked, and the Cecils have very strict control over Andesa’s information. We can only know some public information... She is still alive and alive and well. The Cecilians have not treated her and other surrendered soldiers. I think you can feel more at ease."

"I know that even from the perspective of political interests, Cecilians will entertain'important hostages' like Andesa. I am not worried about this," Matilda said, unable to help but press He pressed his eyebrows, and then glared at Hadillon a little, "But I am very dissatisfied with your random guessing of my mind."

"Ha, my fault," Hadillon immediately raised his hands and took a serious look at Matilda. "Indeed, I shouldn't guess your thoughts--and you shouldn't let people guess yourself. Mind, isn't it?"