I have a role in the heavens

The agency's plan was so clever that it cost Qingqing her life!

Nexor Palace, the outer area where the House of Nobles is located. When Salde performed the divine descending technique in the sky, but was still killed by Ivan Vincent with one sword, the eyes of the cardinals and bishops were more confused than ever before, and they were mumbling vaguely different words. Sentences with seemingly different meanings:

"How can this be?"

"What is that? Why does a sun appear in the sky again?!"

"How could the divine descending technique fail? It is the highest divine technique given by the Lord. Even the Lord of Silver Moon and others cannot resist it. Will they be repulsed by this supreme divine technique?"

"Lord, are you testing us?"

Divine Descent, the supreme divine art that belongs exclusively to the Pope, undoubtedly proves his identity as the earthly spokesman of the God of Truth. It has deterred all powerful enemies, including gods, for nearly a thousand years, and is the most solid belief in the hearts of clergy. Confidence, even when the pastors and bishops of the northern heretics mentioned this issue, they would all remain silent. They no longer have the ability to speak eloquently. The divine descending technique that can injure and repel the Silver Moon God and the Lord of Hell is The supreme magic of the Church of Truth is the most powerful magic on the continent.

Various emotions such as chaos, wavering, and confusion echoed in the hearts of these clergy, and it seemed that if they were not careful, their faith would be shaken and they would be swallowed up by the holy light.

In the House of Nobles, Duke James, Duke Russell, Earl Haisong and others looked up at the sky with ashen faces. The vast ocean of light and the aura that destroyed everything shocked them extremely. What was even more shocking was Ivan Vincent. How is this possible? He actually killed Salde who was using the Divine Descent Technique with one sword. The Divine Descent Technique has always been the most powerful on the continent, deterring all major forces. Only the Pope has used the Divine Descent Technique. During the cooling-off period, other forces dare to be more aggressive and develop their power.

Even though they are aristocrats who prefer parliament, after hundreds of years of edification and perseverance passed down from generation to generation, the belief in the God of Truth has been integrated into their blood, spirit and will. The God of Truth is undoubtedly the only true God. He creates everything and tolerates everything. The divine magic He bestows is supreme and no one can resist it.

At this time, Natasha walked in, followed by Camille as usual. This was the first time she entered the House of Nobles wearing the silver-gray Holm armor and Holm crown. She had thick, beautiful eyebrows and a bright and firm expression. Purple eyes, high bridge of nose, tightly pursed lips, and slightly rigid outlines outline an extremely beautiful scene. They complement the armor and golden crown, making the knight's prowess and the king's. The majesty was displayed without reservation, making the nobles seem to have found their backbone and their emotions gradually stabilized.

The strange sound of metal boots on the wooden platform sounded. Natasha ignored the terrifying sight of magic and magic flying around outside, and said in a low voice:

"Start an emergency meeting of nobles."

In a nearby palace, Winston, who had a mustache, stood by the floor-to-ceiling window seemingly relaxed and said to Ketonia beside him.

"Sard faced Lord Ivan Vincent directly. Even though he had the magic of divine descent as his trump card, he was still killed by Lord Ivan Vincent with one sword. Lord Ketonia, do you want to take action against me?"

Since Ketonia was the epic hero who founded the Kingdom of Holm, and was a third-level legend, Winston, the epic knight who only became a legend nearly a hundred years ago, was considered a junior, and his words contained some respect.

Ketonia sighed, looking silently at the sky outside with a sense of the vicissitudes of time, then turned around and walked deeper into the room covered with thick carpets.

Winston smiled silently and looked at Ivan Vincent standing in the sky. He felt extremely awe. He could face the divine art and killed Salde. He became the first being who could resist the divine art. The strength is really terrifying, comparable to that of a god.

Suddenly, Winston found that everything around him slowed down, as if he had fallen into a muddy swamp. He was shocked and looked at Ketonia.

A sword flashed, but failed to hit Winston. Winston emerged from another shadow, his whole figure like a shadow in the dark night.

"Your Excellency Ketonia, you still took action? Salde has fallen, why do you have to go all the way to the dark side?"

Winston looked at Ketonia with a determined expression and said, fortunately, he was always vigilant and never let down his guard.

Ketonia sighed slightly, with a look of defeat on his face, and he said helplessly but firmly.

"Some things, once you do them, you can never go back."

"Although I haven't been able to find a way to advance to the third level, I should still be able to stop Lord Ketonia for a long time. Are you sure you don't want to wait any longer?"

Winston believed that even if Ketonia could break through, the situation outside should have reached a point where he could not reverse it, so he tried to give final persuasion. If it was not necessary, and he was leaning towards the Magic Council, he would not be willing to fight head-on with the Heart of Time, which was much stronger than him.

Ketonia shook his head, raised his head and glanced at Ivan Vincent in the sky, and said solemnly.

"You and I are both knights, and we both know how strong our will is. I know there is little hope, but I still have to give it a try instead of standing here waiting for the outcome. Even if I die, I will die on the battlefield!"

A fierce battle broke out between the two, and both were pulled into the sea of ​​holy light in the heaven on earth. The battle of the epic knights requires space. They quickly broke through the defense of the magical array and fought in mid-air.

Ivan Vincent glanced at the two fighting men and did not take action. Winston just watched on the sidelines and needed to take action to prove himself and atone for his sins.

Natasha wore a golden crown and silver-gray armor. She stood on the podium, her crystal clear eyes looked around the hall, and her voice was majestic and loud.

"A head-on war has broken out between the Church and the Magic Council. It's time for us to make a decision."

"Should we follow the church to eradicate evil and return to the situation at the beginning of the North-South split, or should we help the Magic Council drive out the radical church faction and return our faith directly to the Lord!"

"If we choose the former, the Magic Council will most likely flee to the depths of the endless ocean after suffering certain losses. At that time, we will be facing the front line of the Magic Council. I believe that the church will also have to rely on us. Coupled with the existence of the heresy in the north, the new The balance will be achieved."

"If we choose the latter, the Magic Council will also have to rely on us and the splintered moderate sects to fight against the church. This is also a new balance, and we no longer have to worry about assassinations by radical clergy and night watchmen, and return to a relatively peaceful situation. "

"The key to victory in the battle lies in our hands. What is your choice?"

When Natasha said this, she paused deliberately, and the nobles present understood what Her Majesty the Queen meant. The terrifying battle scene outside also reminded them that they needed to make a decision as soon as possible, and time waited for no one.

Similarly, the nobles also know that no matter which one they choose, as long as they are the winner, they can protect the interests of themselves and others. The only requirement is that after joining the team, they cannot become an ally of the losing party.

At this time, Duke Rex, the Speaker of the House of Nobles with a white hair cap, stood up and spoke with a deep and deep voice.

"Your Majesty the Queen, we are all the people of the Lord. There is no need to doubt our faith. Since we can both obtain a new balance and protect our interests, why not choose the church? Why should we mix with evil magicians?"

More than half of the conservative nobles nodded. This is a reflection of their true inner thoughts. Even the liberal nobles have many people who can accept magicians and cooperate with them to make money. However, they will not hesitate when the overall situation changes. Abandoning the Magic Council, the majesty of the Church of Truth in the past thousand years cannot be overshadowed.

The scene in the hall suddenly became quiet. Duke James clenched his fists and stood up suddenly. As the leader of the liberal faction, he naturally stood on the side of the Magic Council.

"I object! If you follow the church, aren't you worried about being assassinated by the radical night watchmen? Will they allow the existence of alchemy workshops, telephones, magic crystal lamps, radios and other things? Do you want to go back to the past like country bumpkins? state?"

Although Natasha did not communicate with Duke James in advance, Duke James's cooperation with the Magic Council was to an extent that outsiders could not imagine. Moreover, he knew the true positions and tendencies of Her Majesty the Queen and Ivan Vincent, and recalled that he almost Anger died at the hands of the cursed angel, so he made a quick decision.

Natasha nodded with satisfaction. She was worthy of being the backbone of the enlightened faction and was called a trustworthy person by the Magic Council. With Duke James's speech, many enlightened nobles also expressed their position, but they also cunningly showed their respect and accepted the final decision.

In order not to waste time, Natasha pressed her right hand down to stop the argument. Her voice was majestic and solemn. All the nobles in the Noble House of Nexor Palace fell silent, preparing to listen to Her Majesty the Queen's speech.

"Let me say a few words first."

"I, Natasha Violet, Queen of the Kingdom of Holm, Lord of the Knights of the Sword of Truth, Lord of the Knights of Judgment, and Lord of the Knights of the Holy Cross, have decided to cooperate with the Magic Council to expel the radical church and replace it with a moderate sect. For the state religion!”

The firm and unhesitating statement made many aristocratic members hesitate. They habitually followed the royal power, and there would be no substantial loss of interests if they turned to the Magic Council, and a new balance would also emerge. After Natasha's words, those enlightened nobles quickly unified their thoughts and made a decision.

Natasha continued to speak passionately and powerfully, with strong contagious energy.

"I don't want my subjects to be unable to sleep peacefully and worry about the assassination of the radical night watchmen at any time!"

"I don't want my subjects to lose their wealth and vitality, and have their minds bound by the Holy See! Each of us has the right to interpret the Holy Scriptures, and each of us should feel the eternal Lord deep in our hearts when we pray!"

"I don't want the situation in the Kingdom of Holm to regress back to a dark and ignorant state. We humans have reasons and must enjoy a better life, whether it is a magic crystal lamp that brings light, or a magic crystal lamp that makes the kingdom smaller and makes communication more convenient. Telephones, telegraphs, and radios are all undoubtedly alchemical items, and the road ahead of us is closely related to the Magic Parliament!"

"My subjects, what is your choice?"

In the hall of the House of Representatives, all the nobles were silent, as if they were struggling fiercely in their hearts.

In the Nexor Palace, the Speaker of the House of Representatives, Duke Rex, stood up suddenly and shouted in strong opposition.

"I object!"

"Her Majesty the Queen should not make a decision before all the nobles express their stance and form a resolution! Especially at such a critical moment, involving everyone's life and death, anyone who goes against the wishes of the majority of the nobles is a traitor to the noble class. No longer fit to be a lord!"

He denied the Queen's decision-making power at this moment, and then appealed in a high-pitched voice.

"His Majesty the Pope has not yet come forward, can we make such a hasty decision?"

"Do you want to fall into hell after death and not be able to climb Mount Heaven?"

Duke Rex's words were recognized by at least one-third of the nobles. In addition, a large part of the nobles remained silent under the leadership of Duke Sollenfen. There was no big enough interest for them to take risks.

Seeing that the liberal nobles and conservative nobles were about to argue again, Natasha raised her hand again to suppress the noise. The quarreling liberal nobles and conservative nobles fell silent one after another, wondering what Her Majesty the Queen was going to say.

Natasha took a deep breath, and showed her aura of charging to the end when facing powerful enemies and enemy knights. She pulled out the contracted sword exchanged with Ivan Vincent, swung it upwards diagonally, and shouted loudly road.

"I swear on my soul and destiny to the Lord of Hell:"

"I will return the power to the nobles who follow me, and only retain the financial power and personnel arrangement power of the royal family's direct territory!"

"I will hand over the judicial and legislative powers to the House of Lords, retaining only the power of veto, which neither I nor my descendants will take back!"

"I will hand over administrative power to the nobles, and the prime minister elected by the noble house once every ten years will select a cabinet of ministers to handle the matter. I will only retain the right of veto on the choice of prime minister!"

"I will hand over the command and personnel arrangements of the Knights of Judgment and the Knights of the Holy Cross to the cabinet, and only retain the control of the Knights of the Sword of Truth and the titles of the Lords of the two knights!"

"The taxation and administrative agencies of each noble land will not be abolished, but you have the right to decide the use of taxes!"

"Any noble who leads the Kingdom's Knights to develop a territory will directly receive one-third of the territory as a fief. The other one-third will be divided up by the Knights, and the last one-third belongs to the Kingdom!"

"These promises will be included in the "Code" and are clearly recorded. I and the future kings and queens will also abide by them, just like ordinary nobles! And they will be supervised by the Magic Parliament!"

Rumbling, lightning and thunder seemed to appear in the minds of the nobles. Everyone was stunned by Natasha's oath. Her Majesty the Queen actually gave up so many rights, retaining only the symbolic glory.

In the past, due to external suppression from forces such as the Church and the Magic Council, I and others had to closely unite around the royal power in order to gain a better living space. But sometimes, the royal power is too overbearing and has reduced the rights of the nobles to the minimum. Faced with this situation, for the sake of stability, balance, and the future, the nobles could only complain secretly and have extravagant hopes in their dreams, and never expressed opposition.

But today, Her Majesty the Queen actually made concessions on her own, greatly weakening the royal power, which is better than the best situation she and other nobles imagined! The eyes of Duke James, Duke Sollenfen and other nobles suddenly brightened, the muscles on their faces twitched slightly, and their hearts were extremely excited. The interests were already big enough to arouse greed!

In the sky, the space below Arlinge suddenly separated, and a figure slowly emerged from the ocean of light, wearing a sacred crown and holding a platinum scepter. This figure was none other than Pope Benedict II. He had arrived. This is a being more dangerous than Salde and the King of Angels.

"You are one and ten thousand!"

"It's an instant, but it's also eternity!"

"He is the creator and the master!"

As soon as Benedict II appeared, he knelt down in mid-air, drew a cross on his chest, and prayed with great piety. His body seemed to be in another world, with a majestic and sacred milky white light flowing from his body. A feeling of condescension and detachment arises spontaneously.

The projection of the seventh-layer Paradise Mountain appeared in the sky, and the holy light covered the sun. Ethereal, beautiful, joyful and melodious songs and praises sounded together, and countless rays of light began to converge on the boundless light cluster on the seventh layer.

Pope Benedict II was so decisive that he did not hesitate at all. He forcibly consumed his lifespan and used the Divine Descent Technique before the cool-down period had been restored. He did not care at all whether he would perish as a result, and the holy and bright light moved towards Ah. Lin'e blasted away, and the power and momentum were much more powerful than the divine descending technique performed by Salde, as if there was a clear difference between the genuine version and the pirated version.

Ivan Vincent, wearing a magic robe, suddenly appeared in Arlinge and stood in front of Douglas. His face was extremely calm. He glanced sideways at Douglas and said softly.

"I only block the divine spell for you, and the rest is up to you!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Ivan Vincent's mental power shook wildly, with tyranny and terror, covering the entire heaven on earth, sealing it tightly. The legendary magic substance was synthesized and activated. At this time, Ivan Vincent was like Like the Creator, it controls the changes in the smallest structure of matter, the atomic structure constantly changes, and the energy changes and jumps, synthesizing uranium, plutonium, deuterium, and tritium out of thin air, which are the most important materials for fission and fusion.

Ivan Vincent took a deep breath, and his soul went directly into the material of the surrounding world. He stretched out his left hand, and the stars shone, drawing inexplicable trajectories in the air, as if he was controlling each particle and the entire world!

Ivan Vincent has a pair of deep and dark eyes, full of endless mysteries. These enchanting eyes seemed to exude unimaginable charm, making Douglas and others unable to move their eyes when they saw them.

Ivan Vincent opened his mouth with a cold expression, and a voice as cold as ice sounded, shouting to Pope Benedict II in the ocean of light.

"Ivan's big fireball!"

Following this incantation, bright and gorgeous light burst out from Ivan Vincent's body, terrifying and majestic power surged out from in front of Ivan Vincent, and the endless light surged like the scorching sun in the sky. Come.

In everyone's pupils, that blazing light became brighter and brighter, filling all eyesight and swallowing up everything in the sky!

A brilliant and extremely dazzling light burst out from the energy group, and a sun rose in the air. It was so blazing, so terrifying, dispersing the holy light and signaling new life!

"boom!"

The unimaginable explosion sounded like a horn blowing in the hearts of the nobles!