bayedsolid Chapter 1039. Who caught whom?
Chapter 1039. Who caught whom?
The palace hall.
Inside the hall, the air was so stagnant that it was almost suffocating.
A group of ministers fled back to the palace in a panic, their clothes were disheveled and sweat dripped down their foreheads.
Occasionally looking out the window, I saw the sky in the distance was torn into two halves, one half was the holy golden choir, and the other half was the decayed black bell tower. The aftermath of the energy collision made the crystal chandelier tremble slightly even across several miles.
Faced with this situation, even if I escaped back.
Some people still covered their chests to suppress their pounding hearts, while others had trembling legs and barely stood by holding on to the huge pillars in the hall.
Is this the battle between heroes?
Ordinary professionals don’t even have the qualifications to watch the game.
At this time! The door to the side of the hall slowly opened.
Brittany walked in steadily with the help of her maid, her skirt not ruffled at all, and she was still dignified and calm.
However, compared to the happy look at the beginning of the 'Week of Courage', his face was now as cold as ice.
Following closely behind her were two tall skeletons with insect wings on their backs, and further behind them were the king's fully armed guards, swords drawn, alerting all around.
"Your Majesty!" The military commander stepped forward, his armor clanking. "Please move to the underground fortress to ensure your..."
Brittany raised her fingertips slightly, and the commander's words stopped abruptly.
"It's okay!" Brittany said softly.
If Wu Heng died, she would not be able to survive, so it didn't make much sense whether she went to the fortress or not.
Moreover, Wu Heng knew the opponent's actions in advance and would definitely not lose.
The hall was silent again for a few minutes.
A commander walked into the hall quickly, bowed and reported, "Your Majesty! All the participating children have been escorted home. Due to the chaos, some were trampled and slightly injured, but no one died."
"Well, you did a great job." Brittany praised calmly.
The ministers also looked curiously at the commander who came to report.
This time, these people reacted very quickly. They evacuated here and sent the participating children out there.
The hall fell silent again for a while.
"Your Majesty!" The army commander stepped out again and said in a cold voice: "The heroes of the Holy See openly attacked the kingdom's ceremony and treated my people and children like grass! If we don't submit a protest to the association, where is the dignity of the kingdom?"
Submit a protest to the association and sue the Vatican hero.
Everyone was stunned at first, and then immediately there was an uproar.
Suing a hero, when did the kingdom become so tough?
Dare to say such a thing.
An old minister in a purple robe stepped out immediately. His voice was steady but sharp. "Your Majesty, the battle between heroes is not something an ordinary kingdom can interfere in. The kingdom has been strictly neutral for hundreds of years. It is better to wait until the heroes decide the winner before making a decision."
"Isn't this a fence-sitter?" A young general suddenly interrupted and said loudly: "Chief Wu Heng promised to train heroes for the kingdom. If he backs down now, isn't that a sign of ingratitude?"
"That's a fight between heroes. Even the Association can't intervene. What can we do about it?"
"At least, we have to show an attitude."
"Your attitude may destroy the kingdom today."
The ministers present began to speak up, and the argument became more intense.
Brittany sat upright on the throne, her eyes scanning the officials below.
He did not look at those who opposed it, but looked curiously at those officials who wanted to boycott the Holy See and get close to Wu Heng.
According to her understanding of all the officials present, the choice they would make is to get close to the Vatican or remain neutral and support whoever wins.
However, I didn't expect that many people today would directly express their support for Wu Heng and even directly boycott the Holy See.
But on second thought, I immediately understood why.
When his eyes swept over the few people who were firmly resisting the Holy See, he immediately understood what they were thinking.
These people have reached level 18, or are close to level 18, and Wu Heng promised to train heroes for the kingdom.
They also began to be interested.
Want to take a gamble.
If Wu Heng wins, can we support them?
After everyone argued for a while, Brittany tapped the handrail and the scene gradually quieted down.
He said in a deep voice: "For more than 500 years, the Kingdom of Yeko has always been a supporter of the Holy See. The resources it has paid and the believers it has provided are enough to pave every road from the capital to the cathedral, but the Holy See has never considered the issue from the perspective of the kingdom."
The officials narrowed their eyes and remained silent.
"And Chief Wu Heng..." Brittany suddenly chuckled, and continued, "He built street lights for the kingdom, quelled the war between the cities of Rentam, and promised to train the kingdom's own heroes. It's obvious who really cares about the kingdom."
With this said, the two sides do form a sharp contrast.
No one spoke.
Brittany gave the order in a cold voice, "The Imperial Council drafted a bill to expel all churches in the country on the charge of 'attempted murder'. At the same time, write a letter and submit evidence to the association that 'the Vatican hero violated the peace treaty'."
After a brief pause, "The guards immediately went to the local church, executed the priests and knights who defended the religion, and imprisoned the nuns."
The three giants of the Imperial Council exchanged solemn glances with each other.
This is to completely break with the Vatican.
"Your Majesty..." An old minister's throat rolled, "There are a large number of believers of the Church among the people. If we rashly strangle the priest, it may cause a riot among the believers."
"Yes, Your Majesty, why don't we listen to what the association says first?" another person echoed.
"The kingdom has just been stabilized. It needs to rest and recuperate. It also needs to be cautious."
Brittany's eyes swept downward.
"So, what you mean is..." Brittany's voice became more serious, "Keep kneeling, the Church has come to the royal city, and you are still waiting for their false mercy?"
Then, without further explanation, he turned to look at the commander of the personal guards and said, "Follow the order."
"Yes!" The commander beat his chest with his right hand, the iron gloves collided with a clanging sound, and he strode out.
The hall fell into dead silence.
Everyone understands what this means.
If Wu Heng wins, the Kingdom of Yeko will completely get rid of the Vatican.
If Wu Heng loses, everyone present today will be branded as a "blasphemer" and no one will survive.
Brittany, this ties everyone together.
……
Inside the city.
People looked up, the horrific scene in the sky reflected in their pupils.
Even though the live TV broadcast had been turned off, the image of the arrow piercing through Wu Heng and the throne still left an indelible impression on everyone.
In addition, in the distance, there were shadows of a choir filling the sky.
You can also guess the other party's identity.
"Get out of the way! Official notice!"
Iron boots crushed the bluestone slabs, and the royal city guards pushed through the crowd.
The notice was unfolded with a "whoosh" sound, and then posted on the notice board. In the right corner, there was also a wax seal of the Imperial Council.
As soon as the guards headed to the next intersection, people immediately gathered around them.
A bard was pushed onto a wooden box. He read the notice in a trembling voice, "The hero of the Holy See used the Week of Courage to murder Master Wu Heng and cut off the path of the Kingdom's hero...!"
As the content of the notice was read out.
The crowd exploded again.
……
the other side.
"Blasphemers! You will be punished by the gods."
The roars of the priests echoed over the square. Their snow-white robes were stained with mud as they were dragged along, and they were forcibly carried to the execution platform.
"This is blasphemy. You will have no afterlife!"
"You can't do this. The Holy Temple will not let the Yeko Kingdom go."
Many priests roared loudly.
When faced with the real threat from the guards, he looked frightened.
Meanwhile, a large crowd had gathered below, with many believers charging at the guards, questioning and arguing loudly.
The scene was chaotic.
Soon, all the priests were dragged to the execution platform.
The captain of the guard raised his sword high, glanced in the direction of the palace, took a deep breath, and ordered in a cold voice, "Behead!"
Amid the whistling sound of blades cutting through the air, more than a dozen heads rolled to the ground.
Blood splattered on the flowerbed in the center of the square, dyeing the surroundings scarlet.
"Oh my God, why is this happening?"
"Brittany, you are a sinner of the kingdom..."
In the center of the square, there was a burst of wailing.
……
"You've never thought about it!" Wu Heng's bat wings suddenly flapped, and his figure rushed forward like a ghost. The bronze spear in his hand turned into a green light and broke through the air. "Three people can't beat me?"
The religious leader was about to try to transform into golden light and escape, but his eyes fixed and the sword in his hand swung forward fiercely. With a ding, it hit the spear that was thrown at him, causing dazzling sparks to explode.
Ta Ta Ta Ta~!
The religious leader was shocked and took three steps back. The ground beneath his feet collapsed. He stared ahead with a frown and shouted, "Who are you? You are not a necromancer!"
No legal profession could possibly possess this kind of power.
Combined with the many things that happened to him, I increasingly suspected that he was the reincarnation of some ancient monster.
Wu Heng did not answer either. He stretched out his hand to catch the spear that flew back to him. His figure flashed, appearing and disappearing in the sword light. In the blink of an eye, he appeared beside the opponent, and the spear in his hand fell like raindrops.
The golden light of the holy sword in the religious leader's hand continued to dissipate, and he was becoming more and more exhausted.
"Aren't you the Four Holy Thrones?" Wu Heng's spear chopped down like a mountain, "Why are there only three of you? Or are you hiding and afraid to see anyone?"
The religious leader's face was grim, "Killing you is enough."
As he spoke, he raised his head and roared, and holy light as blazing as the sun burst out from his body.
Buzz~!
Wu Heng felt as if thousands of bronze bells were ringing in his head at the same time, his eyes turned pale, and at the same time, a huge force pushed his body backwards a distance of a hundred meters.
Taking advantage of this gap, the religious leader took out a pitch-black iron chain. The chain was engraved with twisted runes and each link was inlaid with a screaming human face relief.
Throw it straight towards Wu Heng.
Wow!
The iron chain sprang out like a living thing, twisting into a ferocious python in the air, and its fang-like barbs went straight to the joints of Wu Heng's limbs!
But Wu Heng had a mental barrier, and the abnormal state disappeared in the blink of an eye.
The bronze spear was swung out suddenly and hit the flying chain.
Bang~!
The iron chains exploded into pieces, and the twisted human-face reliefs wailed miserably and disappeared.
The religious leader's face became even uglier, and he roared into the distance, "What's wrong with you? Can't you deal with the skeletons and ghosts?"
……
the other side.
"Go back to your graves!"
The white-haired hero of the Vatican roared angrily, his snow-white robe fluttering in the wind, and a dazzling golden shadow suddenly unfolded behind him. Holy light was like a waterfall. He raised the golden giant sword in his hand high and slashed it down at the ghost in front of him!
Swish~!
Wherever the sword light passed, the air smelled of burning, and a gully like molten gold was plowed out on the ground.
However~!
However, the moment the sword was about to strike, the ghost dissipated like smoke and disappeared in an instant.
There was a string of laughter in the air, "I can't hit him, I'm so pissed~!"
"Guess where I am?"
“La la la~!”
The old hero's eyelids twitched with anger, and he wanted to turn around to rush to help his companions, but the ghosts emerged from the shadows again, one soul stretched out a hand to touch his forehead, and the other grabbed his heart from behind.
Among Granda's abilities, one is an attack on the soul.
The old hero had to turn around to block, but was entangled by the ghost again.
Now he was in a dilemma. If he didn't move, the four ghosts wouldn't appear so frequently.
But if he wanted to help either side, the four ghosts would interfere.
The most troublesome thing is that one can make people enter an illusion, and the other can forcibly pull people into a dream.
He also didn't expect that the four ghosts all possessed such high attributes.
Even the Immortal Emperor of the Endless Desert might not have heroes of this level, let alone four of them.
He was now standing there, with his companions on both sides constantly urging him for help.
But they could only stay where they were and concentrate their minds to prevent their consciousness from entering into illusions or dreams.
……
Further to the right.
The middle-aged hero raised his arms to the sky, and thousands of golden sword energies poured out like a flood, merging into a long, dazzling golden river in the air and shooting forward.
Corn Sword Master No. 1 and No. 2 quickly moved together, also condensing a torrent of gray sword energy, and crashed into the golden river again.
Boom~!
The moment the three forces collided, the space fluctuated.
The ground in the center collapsed layer by layer, and the rubble was crushed into powder before it could even splash.
The middle-aged hero's face turned pale.
Hearing his companions' shouts, he shouted without turning his head: "Wait a minute!"
……
"It seems your friends are too late to save you!"
Wu Heng's voice still lingered in the air, but his figure suddenly disappeared.
The next moment, he appeared beside the religious leader like a ghost, and the spear in his hand chopped down on his head with a sharp sound of breaking wind!
At the same time, countless water arrows and water lines shot out from all directions, blocking every inch of the religious leader's retreat like a rainstorm.
The religious leader's pupils suddenly shrank, and fear crawled up his spine like a poisonous snake.
He gritted his teeth suddenly, and golden light emanated from his body again, pushing Wu Heng back a hundred meters!
"Your melee ability comes from that weapon, right?" The religious leader suddenly smiled, as if he had discovered the other party's secret.
He flipped his hand casually, and suddenly a golden silk scroll appeared in his hand.
Suddenly it unfolded, and two large golden characters suddenly appeared on the scroll and shot into the sky.
Forbidden soldiers!
boom!
The invisible and vast power instantly enveloped an area of hundreds of miles. Wu Heng felt that the spear in his hand suddenly became as heavy as a mountain. His five fingers trembled, and the weapon fell to the ground with a bang, embedding deeply into the soil!
At the same time, the religious leader's holy sword, Count Pizza's two daggers, the old hero's scepter, all the weapons were nailed firmly into the ground.
When everyone lost their weapons, the religious leader showed a confident look.
His figure turned into golden light, and he approached Wu Heng in an instant, grabbing his shoulder with one hand, "I got you!"
He clenched his silver-armored right fist and smashed it hard into Wu Heng's face.
Bang~!
The head did not explode as expected.
The religious leader's smile suddenly froze, and his punch was like hitting an iron plate.
"You caught me?" Wu Heng's head straightened up again.
Red lines appeared on his face and neck, as if magma was surging under the skin, and the hot breath distorted the air!
Before the religious leader could react, Wu Heng's fist had already burst out like a storm!
Boom boom boom~!
Every punch was accompanied by an explosive wave of air, and the air was shattered!
The religious leader tried to block hastily, but was horrified to find that the opponent's fists were at an extremely tricky angle. The counterattacks landed on Wu Heng like an ant trying to shake a tree, and the opponent did not dodge or evade.
And every blow from Wu Heng's fist made his internal organs feel like they were about to burst!
What's even more terrifying is that the water in his body is rapidly disappearing, his skin is wrinkling, and his movements are becoming slower and slower.
Poof~!
Suddenly, Wu Heng's five fingers were like hooks, and they pierced into the religious leader's chest!
Blood splattered as he pulled it hard!
A still beating heart was forcibly taken out!
Hot blood flowed down Wu Heng's arm. The religious leader widened his eyes and stared in disbelief at the heart held in the enemy's hands.
damn it!
The three men really couldn't beat him.
Wu Heng stared at him coldly, "Now, who caught who?"