The Holy Right of a Comic

Inolai's expression was startled. She didn't expect her father to have the idea of ​​abdicating. You must know that the current Baru Yereta monarch is very young among magicians, and her heir is still immature. As far as the situation is concerned, it will take thirty to forty years, or even fifty or sixty years, before Yinolai can become the monarch.

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"That's it, Inolai! You are the most talented in this generation, whether it's political skill or magic power, you are qualified to be the monarch of the creation department!"

Baru Yeretta interrupted her daughter's words and said decisively.

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"You hyena survived!"

Lord Tranberio, the monarch of all basic subjects, looked at a miserable blonde mature woman, and said arrogantly and viciously.

"Please call me Edfelt, the most graceful hyena in the world, Your Majesty!"

A mature woman with blond hair that was almost burnt raised her head, and refuted without hesitation in front of the monarch.

As a magic family that emerged during the Renaissance, the Edelfelt family is an upstart in the magic world. However, this family rose rapidly in the Industrial Revolution by virtue of plundering other families' secret methods and rituals. Not very good, has been called 'hyena' by magicians, but the strength of the family is extremely strong.

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However, the most beautiful hyena in the world soon lost his expression, and said with a bitter smile: "...This time the plunder has completely failed. With the special 'Twins' magic of the Edfelt family, I am I shared the damage I suffered with my sister, and barely survived, Lord Tranberio, your current situation is even worse."

Seeing this disgusting hyena didn't seem to be mocking, but was just saying sympathetic words, Bellantrio was silent for a moment, but also said truthfully: "...my magic circuit can no longer operate efficiently, and it will definitely be a problem when I go back. I will pass on the magic seal to the next generation, and with the peeling off of the magic seal, I don't think I will live long."

After finishing speaking, both of them fell silent.

The magician silently put away the magic engravings that could still be found, and then began to leave the land under the leadership of Bathmelo. They walked extremely cautiously, and they didn't even dare to use any magic, for fear of letting the terrible The 'natural disaster' looked over.

But I don't know if it was luck or the other party didn't care about these bereaved dogs at all. The members of the church didn't respond until they left Siberia, and the natural disaster even ignored them.

Strange to say, the church probably suffered heavy losses in the previous big explosion.

"After returning to the Clock Tower, I held a 'Crowned Conference' in the name of Barthemelo, everyone, this may be the last 'Crowned Conference' in our lifetime, I hope all monarchs can participate... this The world has changed!"

Lord. Barthemelo raised his head to look at the dark red sky, and was so shocked that he lost even a trace of pride. superior.

Chapter 76 Concubine will never go to church again!

The sacred right on Roy's right shoulder was inserted into an imaginary space. When it was slowly retracted, a shiny crystal was already held in the palm of his hand. This is where the name'spiritual foundation' lies.

Whether it is a God of Disobedience or a Servant, because they are all incarnations descended from intelligence information, the spirit base is the core of the incarnation, whether it is a god or a heroic spirit, if they want to exert their own power, they need the spirit base as a support, and the stronger they are The stronger the spirit foundation is needed for the followers and gods who do not follow, otherwise it is impossible to descend.

This spirit base was prepared by Bai Yigong for 800 years, and it was built with the sacrifice of all the secret treasures of a relic of the age of gods. It is also rare. It is even the most powerful spirit base that Roy has seen so far. Even among the gods he killed in the world of godslayers, none of them had such a powerful spirit foundation.

"That's why it can be used as the carrier of the main god. Otherwise, as the supreme god of Slavic mythology, how could it really appear as a god who doesn't obey, when "503" is the Sventovit that remains in the ruins Intelligence is also an important medium."

Roy collected this spirit foundation. If he was still a pure godslayer, he would definitely fuse it to improve his strength. It doesn't matter, he vaguely felt that this spirit foundation would be useful in the future.

Moreover, in modern times, this is definitely the secret treasure among the secret treasures. Of course, it is better to keep it for yourself than to leave it to others.

"It's over, Luki!"

The 'sacred right' on Roy's right shoulder disappeared completely, and he turned around with a smile on his face and looked at Elte Lucy behind him, as if he had never experienced a big battle at all, but just had one During the warm-up exercise, let alone an injury, I didn't even have shortness of breath.

Because Eltruchi was standing behind Roy, and she was the only one who was not injured at all in the Tunguska explosion. As for Eltruchi's other dead disciples, they were also lost at this time. heavy.

Roy still completed what he should do as the spokesperson of the Lord, as an angel, and as a guardian of human nature. Even though those dead apostles belonged to Eltruchi's army, he did not hesitate to kill them. Not all are massacres.

Elt Lucy had expected this, this is the Roy Crowley she knew, he seemed to be frivolous and interested in her body, but he would never go because of "lust". Committing a mistake in principle, it is his determination that makes his way of life full of charm.

"Yeah, it's finally over..."

Ancient Red had a complex look on her face, she sighed slightly, her pretty figure was like a blooming flower on the other side of the land that had become hell, stubborn and charming, making this distorted scene like hell spring a bit more of the magnificence of nature with softness.

Eltruchi turned around and glanced at her family members. The black and white knight was seriously injured, and more than half of the dead disciples were killed or injured. Because Kathy Paluge didn't release the magic power, she cleverly hid on her shoulder when the energy exploded. She also didn't have any injuries at all. Although her body's hidden injuries have almost recovered, overall, the Death Apostle's Hei Ji faction has suffered a great loss in strength in this battle, and is even weaker than before.

However, strength is never absolute, but relative. For example, Elt Lucy's biggest enemy is White Winged Lord. As long as the opponent's losses are heavier than hers, then she is still the winner in terms of the result.

Just as Ancient Red was thinking about the current situation of White Winged Lord, Roy seemed to see through her thoughts, and explained to her: "...Tevum Altenroche is not dead, but his injuries are also serious. It is extremely serious. Even as the oldest Dead Apostle, there is no need to recover within a hundred years. Most of his direct subordinates have also died. As for the death of the ancestors of the Dead Apostles, I don’t know how many died, but I firmly support it. His ancestors of the Dead Apostles are almost dead."

Roy said nonchalantly that the Dead Apostle faction, one of the three major forces in the mysterious world, was almost completely abolished, as if this kind of thing was not worth mentioning to him at all, and even became a medal of his own glory has no effect.

"So, my suggestion is that you start hunting him down now. Since he has been hunting you down for eight hundred years, I don't think you will let him go so easily, Lu Qi, right? In the next few hundred years In time, the offensive and defensive momentum between you will reverse, and you can start hunting him down and cleaning up his faction."

After finishing speaking, Roy smiled gently at Elte Lucy, and flicked the gorgeous robe in the air that still smelled of blood and sulfur, ready to leave.

"Where are you going?"

Eltruchi looked at his back, felt a little uncomfortable, and subconsciously shouted.

"Everything is settled, of course we have to go home."

Roy stopped and said with a slight smile on one side of his head. Eltruchi could only see his side face like a mountain.

"Going home? Is it... to the church in St. Petersburg?"

Ancient Red bit her jade lips, raised her eyebrows, and asked softly.

Obviously this 'natural disaster' monster is going to leave, and as a Dead Apostle, she should celebrate, but Elte Lucy can feel a burst of reluctance in her heart...

"I don't have a place to go for the time being. I guess I'll live in St. Petersburg for the last ten years or so. As for the future, there's a high probability that I'll move to London. If you have time, Lu Qi, welcome to come and play with me."

Talking and laughing, Roy's figure just walked away, walking in the direction of the church gathering.

"A concubine would never want to go to church."

Eltruchi stomped her little feet lightly. The snow-white jade feet formed a strong contrast with the dark and twisted rocks under her feet. She thought of what happened in the church this year, and felt a little nostalgic in her embarrassment. .

That was the most reassuring year she has experienced in the past few hundred years. Even if the comparison of strength between her and Bai Yigong has reversed now, she will no longer have that peace of mind, because no matter whether it is chasing or killing, The life of being hunted down is not so happy.

Finally, after taking a deep look at the leaving figure, Ancient Red made up his mind.

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The magicians of the Magic Association have long since fled, and after regrouping, Erte Luqi's dead disciples will also launch a hunt for Lord White Wing.

Not many church members died at the hands of the dead in this battle. Most of the dead died in the aftermath of the Tunguska explosion. For Roy, these church members were originally connected with the past burial institution. This time, cleaning out a batch can be regarded as meeting his requirements.

These clergymen have long regarded Roy as an angel bestowed on earth by the Lord, and as a 'prophet'. They didn't care about the clergymen he killed by mistake at all, and even thought that those who died must have ascended to heaven and returned to 0.0 the arms of the Lord.

When they arrived, the Dead Apostles, the Magic Association, and the church were all powerful. When they returned, even the church, the victor, was scattered and dilapidated. This time, Roy can be said to have cleaned up the modern mysterious world. After a while, they are unlikely to have much impact on the watch world in the next hundred years.

'Because the mysterious influence is beginning to decrease, so will there be an accelerated process of human reason and a major explosion in technology in the future? '

Roy rubbed his chin and thought about it, and felt that it might be because of his own reasons, and the rapid progress of human technology in the future might not be possible.

Just as he was thinking wildly, the troops of the church suddenly stopped in their tracks, because there was a pure white figure standing in the middle of the road with her hands behind her back. She raised her toes, showing a bright smile like a little girl next door. Smile, as if waiting for their arrival. .

Chapter 77: The Vampire Nun Under the Moon

"Princess of the True Ancestor, Alquet Brunstad..."

The clergy of many churches whispered the name of the figure blocking the road, and spontaneously organized a siege network to protect Roy in the middle.

Although these clergymen know that this kind of protection is not necessary at all, Roy has clearly demonstrated his god-like power not long ago, but as a clergyman, it is an instinct to protect his spiritual leader .

Roy shook his head, indicating that the clergy should not be so cautious, let them let go of the encirclement net, and beckoned to Al Quite at the same time.

The true ancestor princess with a youthful smile seemed completely unaware of the hostility towards her from the clergy around her. She just jumped up to Roy with her hands behind her back, like a girl next door carrying her back in the morning. The schoolbag went out and greeted the neighbors warmly, "...Hi, Roy!! I have already killed Roja."

Alquite's delicate body wriggled slightly, like a small animal seeking praise. If there was a tail behind her, it must be swaying back and forth.

Roy was amused by this innocent 21-year-old princess, he gave a soft 'hmm', and praised: "... Well done, Alquette!"

It is clear that the princess of the true ancestor has done such trivial things as killing Roja countless times in the past eight hundred years, but only this time her behavior is very different from the past.

"Hey~~ After killing Roja, I'm going back to Millennium City too... The longer I spend outside, the more difficult it is for me to suppress my blood-sucking urge, and Roja will take me back based on my connection with him. When the strength drops to a certain level, I will lose control."

Alquite smiled brightly, not at all expressing the sentimentality of her tragic fate, she was always so lively and cheerful, as if no matter what happened, she could face it with the happiest mood.

But in that bright sunny smile, there was also a little reluctance in her wine red eyes.

"This time, because I promised Roja and gave him a promise, I didn't make a move. How about Alquette, when Roja is resurrected next time, I will personally take action to give him a complete end, destroy his soul, You can’t be reincarnated, so you just keep smiling and go back to sleep in the Millennium City, and when you wake up again, the eight hundred years of reincarnation will come to an end.”

Her slender and tender hands grabbed the corners of Roy's clothes, and she jumped up and down like a cat: "...Really? You didn't Lied to me?"

"Unless it is absolutely necessary, I will fulfill the promise I made, even if it is the promise to Roja, I have not broken it."

Roy scratched Alquette's tall nose, as if he was dissatisfied with her distrust.

Alquite immediately giggled, her waist-length blond hair was swaying in the breeze, and her delicate body like a willow gave off a befuddling taste. Her Royal Highness said cheerfully: "...my first time Some hope that Roja can be resurrected earlier... Well, human food is so delicious, I will come to you after I wake up next time, Roy, you must take me to eat more delicious food. "

The true ancestor's princess frowned and thought, and finally said such a thing, and found an excuse for herself so that the bond would not be broken.

"Little Greedy Cat, I promise you... When you wake up next time, humans will probably invent more good things, and they will definitely not disappoint you."

Roy flicked Alquette's forehead. He liked the innocent character of the true ancestor's princess very much, because seeing her smiling all the time by her side would always make people feel happier. It seems that all the haze will dissipate.

"Time is running out, I have to go."

Alquette covered her forehead, she sighed with some regret, her body began to become transparent.

As the sun sets, the remaining sunlight shines from the horizon, reflecting an orange-red light on the devastated Siberia land, and the golden hair of the true ancestor's princess shines in the afterglow. She takes a step back, With one hand on his waist and one hand waving at Roy, his figure gradually disappeared like a bubble princess in a fairy tale.

"I really don't know how to describe her. Should I say she is stupid, or should I say that she knows everything but pretends not to know anything... Anyway, her way of living is very easy."

Roy didn't say to Kotomine beside him until the last bit of starlight from Alquite's figure dissipated: "... let's go, we'll go back too, and after we go back, we'll dismiss all the agents and Templars, let They're going back to where they should be."

"Yes, Your Majesty!"

Yanfeng bowed in response, conveying Roy's order, and most of the church, which was ready to go, embarked on the journey again.

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Three days later, thousands of people returned to St. Petersburg from Siberia. After a short rest, all the knights and representatives who came to Tsarist Russia left in a hurry. The world is so big, and churches are all over the planet. Every corner and every church is generally guarded by proxies. This time, the incident in Tsarist Russia mobilized so many proxies and Templars, which already made it difficult for the work of other parts of the church to operate.

This time, the incident caused by Lord Baiyi caused many of the agents to die, and there was a shortage of manpower. Many trainee agents would also be directly promoted to take over the work left by the predecessors.

Whether it is the Dead Apostles, Magicians or the Church, after this incident, it seems that the old era has ended and a new era has begun.

At night, at the Peter and Paul Cathedral in St. Petersburg, after all the agents and knights had left, the agents who were still stationed here were still loyal subordinates of the original group of Roy.

The church area at night was dark, only some candles were lit, which brought a mysterious sense of sacredness to the parish.

Roy walked in the dark church wearing an orthodox patriarchal gown. He held a 797 lantern in his right hand, which contained a burning kerosene lamp. He walked leisurely in this quiet church, as if a god was patrolling his ground Kingdom of God.

Suddenly, a light piano sound came from a certain prayer room in the church. The sound of the black and white keys was intermittent. It was Mozart's Mass in C minor, which was called "one of the three major masses in the world." ', created by Mozart when he got married in 1782, the tune is full of love, like a love letter written in music.

Roy's footsteps couldn't help walking towards the prayer room where the piano sounded. As he got closer, the piano sound became clearer, and there were faint female voices melodious among the tunes, adding a touch to the dark night. Weird, but also added a touch of holiness.

If an ordinary person were here, he would probably think he had encountered a ghost, but Roy wouldn't care if there were such things as ghosts. If there were, the first thing he would do would probably be to look at the girl. Are ghosts good or not?

Holding the burning kerosene lamp in the cage like this, Roy opened the door of the prayer room, and saw a beautiful girl in a nun's attire sitting in front of the piano. The bright moonlight outside the window shone on the piano through the glass window, and shone on the nun's body, making the enchanting and beautiful girl's skin glow with a delicate silver light.

After noticing Roy's arrival, the nun stopped her playing, and the sound of the piano disappeared. She turned her head slightly, and her scarlet eyes were like two gems inlaid on exquisite carvings, facing Roy's eyes. .

Chapter 78 The Nun's Blasphemy

That beautiful girl in a nun's attire sitting in front of the piano is none other than Erteluchi Brunstadt, the ancient red, the black concubine of the Dead Apostles.

She was wearing a black veil, deep and restrained, but her cloud-like long black hair shone slightly under the moonlight, creating a brilliant halo.

The delicate and pretty face is like the most beautiful masterpiece of the sky, like the uncanny carving of a master sculptor, the eyebrows are like distant mountains, the eyes are like autumn water, and the ruby-like eyes are amazingly noble, and they seem to be rippling in the water, as if they are in the sky. A crimson lake in the depths of the foggy forest is extremely coquettish.

Her complexion was dazzling white under the moonlight, with a touch of peach color, and her small cherry lips seemed to be smiling but not smiling, revealing a pair of sharp small canine teeth, which would probably be intimidating to others, but in Roy's eyes, But the eyes in her eyes added a bit of loveliness to Erte Luqi.

Ancient Red has not recovered her real body, she still has that petite appearance, now she obviously has the strength to maintain her true maturity and beauty, but she just didn't do it, I don't know if it is because of habit or some other things reason.

Roy was taken aback when he saw Eltruchi here, but soon he showed the expected expression. He put the lantern like a birdcage on the table, and when the door closed, the moonlight It became dim, but a ray of candlelight added a little ambiguity to the prayer room.

The nun's dress was too thick, completely covering Erte Luqi's delicate body, only her pair of jade feet in black high-heeled shoes stepped on the pedals under the piano, revealing a small section of slender legs.

"Lu Qi, didn't you say you would never come to the church again? And why are you still wearing such a nun's attire? Could it be that the life in the church made you feel comfortable and you don't want to leave?"

Roy walked over to Erte Luqi and sat down. He tapped a finger on the keyboard twice, and asked with a smile in his eyes.

"Hmph, the concubine can go wherever she wants, do I need someone else to take care of it?"

Eltruchi snorted coquettishly, even after seeing Roy's irresistible power, Ancient Red knew inexplicably that he would never hurt herself, so Eltruchi didn't have any fear, and still As much as she used to enjoy verbal bouts with him—although she never won.

"That's right, of course no one will care about the great Ancient Red, because she is so powerful, even if she becomes a nun in the church, it is voluntary."

Roy said angrily, the raised eyebrows and ridicule made Alte Lucy's ears tremble, this guy is still so annoying, he just likes to tease her, but I have to say that there is no barrier between him and him The quarrel is really fun.

Really, how could the concubine become like this in just one year, you bastard should take responsibility.

Ancient Red thought complainingly.

Seeing Eltruchi jumping up and down without anger, baring her teeth and claws like a cat, this made Roy a little unaccustomed to it. Eltruchi has always behaved like this in the past. Seeing her exquisite facial features, there is no There was a change of expression on the flawless and pretty face, and there was still resentment in the corner of his eyes. He immediately put his hand on the girl's forehead in surprise, and pretended to exclaim: "... Lu Qi, don't you have a fever? Do dead disciples still get sick? And burn out your brain.〃?"