Life As Aozaki Orange

However, she has not seen... such a strange dead apostle.

Then, at the next moment.

The half-crow and half-human monster knelt down on one knee and made an elegant voice:

"Greetings, Her Royal Highness Princess"

"..."

Remilia frowned, and after a little thought, she remembered something. Isn't this strange appearance one of the oldest dead disciples in the legend, Black Wing.

She remembered that her mother said that in the civil war between the dead disciples, if Heiyi hadn't jumped decisively... he would have been killed along the way, but, considering that Heiyi was a grandmother... Zhu Yue's close minister, he would not have killed Heiyi. Yigong, just marginalized it.

"Get up, Lord Blackwing!"

She put away the magic gun and kept her arrogant look: "Come to me at this time, what is the so-called, I hope, it is not some trivial matter that disturbs my rare leisure time."

"It's not a trivial matter, it's an order from the master."

Heiyi Gong stood up, lowered his head slightly and said: "Assist Her Royal Highness to win the Holy Grail War, this is... the reason why I came to find Her Royal Highness."

"...Master...What do you mean?!"

Remilia's eyes widened, this world... There is only one person who can be called the Black Wing Princess, and that is the legendary Moon King Zhuyue.

"That's right, His Majesty Zhu Yue asked me to assist you."

Duke Heiyi nodded slightly, and said in a respectful voice, "No matter what kind of opponent he is, as long as Her Royal Highness instructs him, his subordinates will do their best to defeat him."

"Ah... so."

Remilia let out a sigh of relief, raised her head and stared at Duke Heiyi, and said seriously, "Then...if I let you face the Heroic Spirit, you should be fine."

"Of course no problem."

Heiyi Gong's elegant voice revealed confidence: "No matter how powerful heroic spirits are, in order to fulfill the great wish of His Majesty Zhu Yue's return to the world, I will defeat them all."

"Really confident speech."

Remilia smiled with satisfaction: "Heroic spirits are not simple existences, even if the ancestors of the dead apostles come to face... it is not an easy matter."

"Indeed, heroic spirits are very difficult existences, and even the ancestors of the dead may not be able to defeat them."

Heiyi Gong admitted frankly, and immediately changed the topic: "However, that is only the ancestors of those incompetent dead disciples. Even if they are also ancestors of dead disciples... there is a huge gap in strength."

"Next, please let Her Royal Highness witness the strength of her subordinates."

Chapter 436 Crazy World

Misaki City.

Sesshouin Kiara walked out of the church, looked up at the sky full of black clouds, and evoked a gentle smile, like a bodhisattva filled with a holy feeling, even if he just looked at it... he would feel redeemed in his heart.

This is...the charm of being called a saint living in modern times.

In all parts of the world, no matter the poor or the poor...there are her followers,

Its influence spreads all over the world.

"...It's almost ready."

In the dark woods not far away, Wen Bing Yongli walked out wearing a priest's costume. He bowed slightly to Qi Huang, who was standing at the entrance of the Killing Institute, and said in a cold voice:

"The believers... are getting ready for the arrival of the relief 'saint'."

He tried his best to lower his eyes, not to look at the woman who was as holy as a bodhisattva.

This is not the fear of desecrating the sacred figure, but the fear of losing one's existence, even if it is just a glance, if you look at the figure of Seshoin Kiara, you will be seduced by the extraordinary beauty, and you will be tempted by the desire deep inside your heart. , fell into a trance and lost himself.

Such a magical charm is like the legendary Mara who seduced Sakyamuni in the Bodhi tree.

To be honest, he wanted to give up resistance countless times, indulge in the magical charm of Seshoin Kiara, and give up thinking to become a puppet to be played with, so that...it wouldn't be so hard.

You can also get unparalleled happiness.

However, his essence is a complete egoist, with a strong desire to survive, and his instinct is to reject the temptation of Seshoin Kiara's demonic nature.

I don't want to die, I don't want to be turned into a puppet.

However, the temptation was as sweet as honey.

Hard to refuse...and hard to accept.

"Thank you for your hard work, Wing Ping Yongli~"

Kiara of Seshoin looked at the priest and said in a merciful voice: "Next, just wait for the orange to complete everything, and then the Savior will descend on this world full of original sin and turn it into a paradise on earth."

She spoke joyfully and tenderly, full of love for all things.

Wen Shan Yongli's head drooped deeper, his hands clenched tightly into fists, his fingernails even pierced into his flesh, he was resisting the impulse in his heart.

At this time, he even had a feeling that he was an ignorant fool, an ideal saint in people's hearts, with words full of love, a heart that tolerates and saves everything, and redeems him, an existence full of original sin.

However, he somehow refused... this divine salvation.

This is... how stupid and unwise.

"You don't seem to be happy about this...?"

Qihuang of the Slaughterhouse stared at the priest who did not dare to look at her, and his voice had a cold killing intent. In this regard, Wen Bing Yongli just shook his head and said with a pious voice.

"No, as a believer... the Lord is about to send down the gift of saving the world, which is an unparalleled joy for me... no, I should say all life."

Wen Bing Yongli shook his head and said in a reverent voice.

"Congregations all over the world are praying for the coming of the saint who bears the will of the 'Lord'. I also pray silently in my heart. Just now I was just... addicted."

"Is it."

Seshoin Kiara stared at the priest, then turned around and walked into the church.

She doesn't care whether Wen Bing Yongli's words are true or false, or whether Wen Bing Yongli is loyal to her, but rather, she actually intends to... let Wen Bing Yongli be vigilant and fearful of her.

There is a hint of bad taste in this, and there is also the intention of experimentation.

"..."

Wen Bing Yongli watched as he stepped into the killing courtyard of the church to pray for the waste, and couldn't help breathing a sigh of relief. Then, he realized later that his back...was soaked in sweat at some point.

It can be seen how great the pressure in his heart is just now.

at the same time.

in the Vatican.

The devout believers came to the church, kneeled in front of the statue and prayed devoutly. They followed the guidance of the "Saint Maiden" Kiara, and were chanting to welcome the coming savior.

And in the square.

The priest stood by the fountain, loudly declaring the coming of the saint who carried the will of the Lord. They have spared no effort to publicize it for a long time, but they did not feel any tiredness, with a fanatical expression on their pious faces.

The onlookers listened devoutly, and both the elderly and children seemed a little fanatical.

America.

New York.

Countless believers flocked to the streets to welcome the arrival of the saint who carried the will of the 'Lord' in a carnival manner.

Invariably, billboards and TV programs everywhere are discussing and broadcasting topics related to the coming of the saints carrying the will of the Lord.

"Crazy, these people are crazy!"

On a high-rise building, a slightly obese black girl looked at the enthusiastic people on the street through the window. She felt a chill in her heart, and the world... became a little strange.

It's like... an invisible huge hand that twists the whole world.

"Jennifer...I found something interesting."

Not far away, a surprised voice of a boy came from the living room.

The fat black girl was shocked, and then she looked at the little friend sitting on the sofa in the living room. It was a young man with short blond hair. He looked very handsome, and he was a talented scholar.

With a notebook on his knee, he tapped the keyboard skillfully.

This is her boyfriend, but they don't love each other, it's just a pure transactional relationship, it's just that she pays the blond boy, and then the boy pays for his body.

It's a simple and pure relationship.

"What fun stuff?"

The black girl walked up to the blond boy and turned her eyes to the boy's notebook. Immediately after, the information about the umbrella company was revealed in front of her.

"It's interesting isn't it, the power of capital."

The blond boy glanced at the rich woman who took care of him and said with a smile: "Most of the media have received funds from the umbrella and started to promote the news of the so-called 'saint' coming, which means that now we can access most of the information Channels are controlled by umbrella companies.”

"This...it's terrifying!"

The black girl felt horrified and couldn't help screaming: "Could it be that they want to brainwash all the people through speech!"

"I don't know, and there's no way to figure out the reason." The blond boy shook his head, raised his hand and scratched his head, "However, this is definitely related to... Aozaki Orange!"

He pointed to a photo of Aozaki oranges on his laptop.

"Maybe, this woman... Maybe she wants to become a living god. As long as everyone believes in it, then... even a mortal person is no different from a god."

"Does this... make sense?"

The black girl asked: "Cangzaki Orange is already very rich, and she has everything she wants... Why do such a meaningless thing?"

Chapter four hundred and thirty seventh mother's care

the next day.

The sun dispelled the night, like a curtain being drawn, and the world became brighter.

Remilia stood beside the guardrail of the high-rise building, her scarlet eyes staring into the distance, staring at a gradually approaching helicopter, listening to the roar of the air stirring more and more clearly.

On both sides of her side, Duke Heiyi, Izayoya Sakuya stood respectfully.

soon.

The helicopter arrived over the Excelle Hotel.

A middle-aged man appeared in front of the cabin door, dressed like a medieval nobleman, holding a cane inlaid with gems, he looked at the blue-haired little loli below with a gentleman's smile.

Immediately afterwards, he jumped down from a height of nearly ten meters, and the falling figure was like a falling feather, and it landed safely on the hard concrete ground.

"I have come to support Her Royal Highness on the orders of Your Majesty."

He gently stroked his chest and bowed.

"It's time to work, Lord Van Feim~"

Remilia pinched the two corners of the skirt gracefully, and gracefully returned a skirt-lifting ceremony, showing herself as a dead apostle princess.

Immediately afterwards, she looked sideways at the floating white round table not far away.

There were two elders, Erquette and Skaha, sitting there, and the table was filled with sumptuous delicacies. Although they did not look luxurious, they looked very elegant.

"We're having breakfast, Lord Van Feim... do you want to come together?"

"That's annoying."

Van Feim responded with a slight smile, and immediately lowered his body and leaned into Remilia's ear, whispering, "Your Highness Princess, this minister unexpectedly learned that...Empress Eltluqi has arrived in Fuyuki City."

"Oh... so!"

Immediately, Remilia showed a surprised expression, her two little hands couldn't help but cross her waist, raised her little head slightly, and said proudly:

"It seems that my mother knows what I have done, and she will praise me well in the future!"

"..."

Van Feim didn't speak, and silently looked at the little princess Xinxi.

He has lived for a long time, witnessing the ups and downs of human history, and knowing that the hearts of this world are volatile, if it is Eltluqi who has not yet held power and has no descendants.

Then he believes that Eltluqi... will welcome the return of His Majesty Zhu Yue.

However, with the power above ten thousand people, and with a happy family, Ertuluqi can remain loyal and welcome Zhu Yue who broke all this.

If it were him... it would never be possible to welcome him.