Rebel Demon King

Chapter 898 Seven Sins - Judgment Day (13)

2020年12月24日，下午3:30。

Christian Field, Moravian Brotherhood.

In the living room of Prince Akim, the flames in the red brick fireplace are jumping indulgently, and the blue Christmas tree on one side is covered with a variety of decorations, and the firelight reflects the golden bells and the gift boxes wrapped in red cellophane exceptionally Dazzling, Prince Akim in court gown was pacing back and forth in front of the fireplace, his brows were furrowed, his thin lips were tightly packed, and his expression was stiff and rigid, even people who don't understand psychology can see that Akim The prince has a lot on his mind.

While Prince Akim was meditating, there was a knock on the door suddenly.

"Who?" Prince Akim asked loudly, with the uneasiness in his tone as strong as a dog guarding the house being disturbed.

"It's me, Christopher."

Prince Akim heaved a sigh of relief when he heard the voice of Napoleon VII. He walked quickly to the door, opened the door and asked impatiently, "Why are you here?"

According to the agreement at Fontainebleau Palace in Paris, they should try not to contact each other, let alone meet each other.That's why Prince Akim was a little surprised by the arrival of Napoleon VII.

Napoleon VII stared into Prince Akim's eyes, and he saw a glint of expectation flashing in his eyes, but he didn't immediately explain his purpose, but responded indifferently: "Go in and talk."

"Just you?" Prince Akim asked Napoleon VII as he asked, but he had already seen that there was no one behind Napoleon VII, so he glanced at Napoleon VII with uneasy and inquiring eyes. Shi, "Bless the Creator, I hope you will not bring any bad news!

"Well! It's just me, Maurice is protecting my substitute in the farm." Napoleon VII closed the door casually, and patted Prince Akim on the shoulder, "Akim, don't be nervous, everything will go according to plan. I Come here, I just feel that you are a little tense recently, so I came to see you specially." Napoleon VII spoke English with his French accent, and he prolonged every sentence, looking as solemn as the Pope in a robe.

Maybe Prince Akim wanted to get some news about his accident from Napoleon VII. Seeing that Napoleon VII looked normal and it seemed that no accident would happen, he gave a wry smile and turned to face the fireplace. Walking to the coffee table, he whispered: "How can I not be nervous? This is a war, and it will break out on my land. You want to see what important people are in Christian Field now. I can imagine , Tomorrow and the day after tomorrow, the whole world will be shocked by our crazy actions!"

"Akim, it's already at this time, I don't think you need to think too much, just go ahead according to the plan. By now, the soldiers are ready, the pistols and cannons have been loaded, even if we want to retreat, There is no way out." Napoleon VII paused, walked to Prince Akim and said in a deep voice, "Either make history or become history, we have no choice."

There was an irritating silence in the spacious drawing room, except for the "crackling" sound of the coniferous firewood burning hard in the fireplace, like distant and chaotic gunshots.

Prince Akim turned his back to Napoleon VII and picked up a glass of red wine on the tea table. After drinking it, he held up the empty glass and sighed: "Yes! The so-called war machine is like a car with the gas pedal on. Even if you want it to stop, there is an inertia that cannot be stopped."

"Akim, I think your thinking has entered into a misunderstanding, we are not going to launch a world war in the outer world, nor are we trying to abandon capitalism and liberalism, but to use the war in the outer world to promote the reform of Europa society. Believe in me, in your partners, and in yourself, things will definitely not develop into the worst situation, we can control it.” Napoleon VII said this to Akim before the war, knowing that Akim The prince has lived a peaceful life for too long, and the Danish royal family still holds a lot of power in Denmark. They may not be as determined as him when making wars.

As the most important part of "Operation Holy Cross", if something goes wrong with Prince Akim, this operation will only become a joke. Napoleon VII would rather accept failure than become a joke.

"I hope!" Prince Akim smiled wryly again, he put the cup on the tea table and poured himself another glass of red wine, and then drank it down again.

Hearing Prince Akim's answer, the softness on Napoleon VII's serious face gradually disappeared, just like the afterglow of twilight gradually disappearing in the sky of the night, he walked to the fireplace, looked down at the burning flame with a gloomy expression, let his heart His anger, perhaps not only anger but also fear, all calmed down. In fact, up to this second, he didn't know whether he was right or wrong.

Napoleon VII was silent for a moment before speaking again: "The speed of the division of German society is visible to the naked eye. The huge rift is rooted in the fact that the refugees refused to accept and integrate into German culture, and the German society actually condoned it because of the weakness of the government. Continue It's not just a disaster for Germany, but a disaster for Europa as a whole. When the economy is healthy, Europa can barely maintain social stability, but in the current bad situation, apart from an operation, taking medicine alone can't save Europa. Akim, we Europa are one, we all prosper, we all lose, Germany collapses, Denmark cannot stay out of it, this is a difficult self-rescue, you must have the belief of a knight.”

"I know, I know, Christopher, I don't regret my choice, I'm just worried!" Prince Akim whispered worriedly, "It's not suspicion, it's just that when the dust settles Emotions are inevitable."

"What's the situation in the ruins of Asgard?" Napoleon VII asked in a relaxed tone.

"The Stargate will complete the task of summoning Alcon tonight. If the 'judger' over level 33 is here, maybe they can find the Great Master Creator. At present, there is no news that the judge over level 33 is in Arkon." Inside Sgard." Prince Akim replied.

Napoleon VII was a little surprised and said, "How could it be so fast? The people from Tai Chi Dragon didn't cause any trouble to Stargate?"

"It seems that you helped the wrong person. Maybe we should help the Sun Flower Banner get two chosen ones in. If the 'judge' is the Stargate, they have completed the task today , when the time comes to find the Master Creator at the first time, things will be a little troublesome." Prince Akim shook his head and said, "Then maybe we will be forced to launch the plan in advance. It will not be synchronized with Paris."

Napoleon VII frowned and said: "Maybe I overestimated the strength of Tai Chi Dragon." After a pause, he continued: "But it's not a big problem. Zero has already mastered the missile force of the Bundeswehr and can launch it at any time. Attack. Sith the Clown is already in Metz, and if he wants to, it will only take two or three hours to Paris."

"I think Sith the Clown is really a ticking time bomb. No one knows where he will be and when he will explode!" Prince Akim also frowned and said with a wry smile, "He's just a lunatic, look at him What did he do along the way? Not to mention blowing up the Brandenburg Gate, but also robbing all the way to Paris! Do you see how many explosions he has made in more than a day? Seriously, he should have been eliminated in the first place Outside, now he has become the biggest variable in our plan."

"Besides him, we couldn't find a suitable candidate." Napoleon VII said helplessly, "Aside from the clown Sith, who would dare to go to Paris where there are generals to make trouble?"

Prince Akim sighed: "Alas! Indeed."

"Don't worry, I will take good care of him." Napoleon VII whispered, "I will leave this to you."

"Understood. But you have to come over as soon as possible after dealing with the affairs in Paris. The talents of Star Gate and Ou Yu are the key to the problem."

"I will." Napoleon VII turned to face Prince Akim. He didn't speak immediately, but just stared at Prince Akim wordlessly. After a while, he raised his right hand and stroked his heart and said in a deep voice: " Don't forget that there was a place, a brief moment of light, called Camelot." ("Camelot", legend has it that it was the palace where King Arthur and his knights held a round table meeting, about the pursuit of justice, bravery The chivalry spirit is linked to the name of this palace, which is a metaphor for the sacred and lofty political expectations in the hearts of the people.)
A spiral rose from the feet of Napoleon VII. Prince Akimi looked back at Napoleon VII who was returning to his body, and repeated solemnly: "Don't forget, there was a place, a brief moment of flash, that place called Camelot."

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2020年12月24日，下午5:30分。

The sky was overcast and the clouds were low, as if it would rain at any moment.A silver Peugeot 307 was speeding on the No. [-] highway leading to Paris, with barren fields on both sides, and occasionally a birch forest that had lost its leaves, as well as small patches of snow that had not yet melted.

The curly-haired young man sitting in the co-pilot woke up from a sound sleep. He yawned, then turned on the radio, changed the channel several times, and Ariana Grande's "7 Rings" came out of the car speakers.

The young curly-haired man obviously likes this Trap-pop style song very much. While shaking his body along with the music, he sang loudly: "Think retail therapy my new addiction"

Whoever said money can't solve your problems (Who said money can't buy my happiness can't solve your problems?)

Must not have had enough money to solve 'em
They say "Which one" I say "Nah I want all of 'em"
Happiness is the same price as red-bottoms". (The price of happiness is as expensive as Christian Louboutin's luxury red-bottoms)
Sith the clown sitting in the back seat covered his ears with a painful expression, until he couldn't stand it anymore, he moved his buttocks to the middle of the back seat, leaned over the armrest box and turned off the radio. Quiet.

The HIGH curly-haired man raised his hands and looked at Sith the clown inexplicably, and said in disbelief, "Hey! What are you doing?"

"Are you French?" The clown Sith didn't answer the curly-haired man, but turned his head to look at him and asked an irrelevant question.

"Of course! A true Frenchman!"

Clown Sith said seriously: "In this case, you should like French music. French music has a unique character label, including the great Debussy and Ravel, and the 'Grand Opera' that focuses on tragic heroic epics. This is the kind of music that a normal Frenchman should like. Instead of the messy pop songs you just listened to, this kind of stuff that only pays attention to the earworm effect and has no sense of structural beauty is not worthy of being called music at all!"

"What music do I like, is it your turn to talk about me?" The curly-haired young man snorted, snorted coldly and turned on the radio again. Ariana Grande's sweet voice echoed in the cramped car cabin again.

Clown Sith grabbed the back of the driver's seat with one hand again, leaned over and turned off the radio, allowing the entire car to return to silence.

"Are you sick?" The curly-haired young man scolded Sith the Clown angrily, and then turned on the radio again.

The clown Sith didn't show any weakness, and turned off the radio again like the curly-haired youth.

The two went back and forth three times, and the curly-haired young man finally couldn't help but exploded. He yelled at Sith the clown, "This is my car. If you continue to be so rude, get out of here!"

Clown Sith shrugged his shoulders and said, "Young man, no one said it wasn't your car."

"Since it's my car, it's up to me to decide what music to listen to!"

"Young man, what you said seems to make sense, but it is actually unreasonable. You have to understand that what music you choose is not your own choice, but the choice of fate."

"What the fuck are you talking about?"

"I'm leading you to think, why did you choose this song with utterly empty lyrics? Because of your education, because of the media you've been exposed to, because of all the TV you've watched, and The social networks you have swiped through are these things that affect your aesthetics. They use traffic to make you choose what you think you will like, and you also lack thinking about yourself, so you fall into blind obedience to traffic. Typical herd mentality. So this is not your choice, it is your own destiny, and it is also the choice of capital." The clown Sith stuck out his scarlet tongue like a snake letter, licked his lower lip, and looked at the curly hair in the rearview mirror The young man continued, "And you are just a puppet in the data age."

"Crazy! I chose it just because I like it!" The curly-haired young man didn't listen to what the clown Sith said at all, he pressed the radio again annoyed, but the song "7 Rings" he liked had already been played, He turned to the clown Sith and said, "If you still dare to turn off my music, I will drive you out!"

"Can you stop making noise? Isn't it just a song?" The brown-haired young woman who was driving frowned to dissuade.

The clown Sith turned off the music again, and immediately retorted: "This is not a question of a song, it is related to cultural heritage and their own artistic accomplishment. I think young people should stay away from this kind of industrialized production that promotes consumption. The rubbish music of the doctrine! Because it has no sense of beauty and no soul!"

"Stop! Stop! Let this bastard get out!" The curly-haired young man shouted angrily, and then he blamed his girlfriend, turned to look at the brown-haired young woman and complained loudly, "It's you! It's not you who insisted on letting this The weirdo got in the car, how could such a thing happen!"

The young brown-haired woman was speechless. It was obvious that her boyfriend's scolding made her a little embarrassed. It seemed that she also felt that she had indeed pulled a strange person into the car. After a long while, the young brown-haired woman said, "Help others! What's wrong with Le? What's more, he's still a poor actor!"

"Yeah! I'm just a poor actor!" Clown Sith said in a trembling voice, pretending to be pitiful in the rearview mirror.

The curly-haired young man felt that the clown Sith was still provoking. He patted the glove box and ordered angrily: "It's none of my business whether he is pitiful or not. I told you to stop and let this crazy man get out of here!"

"We'll be in Paris soon. I'll stop when I get off the highway." The brown-haired young woman hesitated and whispered.

"It's okay, it's okay to park here, I don't want you two to quarrel because of me!" The clown Sith said with a grin.

"Did you hear that?" said the curly-haired young man, "It's okay after he said it, step aside quickly and let this crazy man go away."

"Sir, is it really all right?" The brown-haired young woman glanced at the clown Sith through the rearview mirror, but she did not wait for the clown Sith to reply and started to slow down.

"It's okay, it's okay! Kind girl." The clown Sith shrugged his shoulders and said with a smile.

"Okay then!" The brown-haired young woman turned on the turn signal, "Da! Da! Da" sounded like a pendulum, and the silver sign 307 slowly stopped on the emergency lane.Looking through the front windshield, you can see the city skyline of Paris in the distance. The gloomy sky is pressed against the brightly lit buildings, like a mirage in the clouds. It's not far away."

Sith the Clown put his red sack on his lap and said, "I know." He opened the red sack and whispered, "Now it's time to say goodbye, and it's time for you to take your presents."

"No! No! No, thank you!" The brown-haired young woman waved her hand and said with an embarrassed smile on her face.

"This is something that was agreed at the beginning, one for each, and you can't refuse!" The clown Sith licked his big red mouth and smiled. This ugly and sad face was radiant in the evening when Christmas Eve was about to arrive. He slightly Some excitedly trembled and said, "A gift from fate!"

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Five minutes later, sign 5 continued to drive towards the city that was about to be shrouded in darkness. The clown Sith, who was holding the steering wheel, pressed the window, waved to the bewildered curly-haired young man standing by the side of the road, and said loudly: "Goodbye !Merry Christmas!"

The curly-haired young man didn't answer. At this moment, his jeans crotch was wet a lot, his teeth were making rattling noises, and his body was trembling slightly.When the silver sign 307 disappeared into the low night, the curly-haired young man sat down on the emergency driveway, and the black cloth bag in his hand fell to the concrete floor, revealing stacks of euros.

The curly-haired young man who fell down on the emergency lane looked at the large bag of euros beside him, and the hoarse and terrifying voice of the clown Sith echoed in his ears, "Call the police? Maybe you will miss the chance to change your destiny!" He once again Looking at the euros in the black pocket, they were all five hundred euro banknotes with the largest face value. He completely forgot about the fear and the death of his girlfriend, and just wondered how much money was in it?At least a few million euros, maybe tens of millions.

The curly-haired young man wiped the sweat from his head and swallowed a mouthful of saliva. He clenched his fists and said to himself, "What should I do?"

This struggling sentence is like fate, the flame of desire buried in the water of life.

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2020年12月24日，下午6:30。

Cheng Mo went online again in Asgard. At this time, he was located in the side hall of the church of Gisfield Monastery. In the church next to him, the sound of monks chanting scriptures at evening prayer was like the call of an evening drum and morning bell.

Seeing Cheng Mo appear, Aachen, who was sitting on the chair, immediately stood up and said in a low voice, "Master Michael, you are here."

Cheng Mo nodded and asked, "Where is the team escorting the witch?"

"We'll be at the foot of the mountain soon. It's estimated that we can reach the monastery before ten o'clock."

"Are you ready for the ceremony?"

"Everything is ready. We have also found holy water. According to the vice-principal, applying holy water to weapons can cause certain damage to demons."

"Good job, Aachen. I will reward you when the matter is over!"

"All glory belongs to you, my lord Michael!" Aachen lowered his head and said in a low voice.

"Where's Collison?"

"He is directing soldiers to set up crossbows in the castle."

"Go and guard the gate now. If you have any news, ask someone to come here and tell me."

"Yes! Your Excellency." Aachen turned and left the side hall of the church.

Cheng Mo sat on the chair, closed his eyes listening to the chanting, and waited for the battle to come.

(End of this chapter)