Delusional [Quick Transmigration]

Marquis Allen's heartbeat almost stopped because of these words.

He stammered, "This...how is it possible?"

Everyone knew that this son of Donglu was so weak that he couldn't even lift heavy things.How could someone who was weak and beautiful like a rose in the wind act like a madman?

But the smile on his brow and eyes told Marquis Allen - all this is true.

"devil……"

Marquis Allen murmured in disbelief, subconsciously blurting out the Westland language.

"Why is it impossible?" The young man in red asked with a smile, his tone elegant and slow.

Only then did the Marquis realize that he was speaking in Xilu, his eyes widened in horror, and just as he was about to say something, the gate of the palace was suddenly pushed open.

The king and his knights flooded the room.

The Marquis of Allen was subdued in an instant, and the beautiful Donglu heir was embraced by the king. A moment ago, the sharpness of the shadows on his brows disappeared like a tide, leaving only defenseless fragility.

It looks like a rose carefully bred in the greenhouse of the palace.

But only Marquis Allen knew how sharp the thorns on this rose were.

It was sharp enough to cut a throat.

The horror in his eyes could hardly be suppressed, and the strong sense of suffocation oppressed him so much that he almost lost his voice.

The knights quickly took him down, and neither the prince Donglu nor His Majesty the king gave him a look.

Marquis Allen's dark purple clothes left a trace on the carpet, looking embarrassed and downcast.

Be proud!He wouldn't tell Cesar that sooner or later his rose would drive the thorns into his heart.

The consciousness in Marquis Allen's mind kept clamoring.

See you in hell!

He did not remind the king.

So no one told him that this was purely self-indulgent.

That night.

Xie Xiangzhi woke up from the soft bed covered with velvet cushions, and the icy blue moonlight slanted in through the Gothic window, illuminating the cold-edged dagger in Xie Xiangzhi's hand.

The faint blue luster on the surface of the dagger reflected light under the moonlight, making it eerie and cold.

César went to the main city near the capital of Notland to quell the rebellion of a lord under the Marquis of Allen, and he was not in the palace for the past two days.

But César had promised him that he would be back at the palace before dawn broke today.

There are still five hours until dawn.

Five hours was enough for what he was going to do now.

César, the great monarch who unified the East and West, is really useless. All day long, he either has this rebellion or that rebellion.

Xie Xiangzhi sneered, and the dagger slipped back into his sleeve pocket.He opened the window and jumped off the edge of the window sill without any hesitation. His movements were swift and light, and even the crows perched on the branches were not disturbed.

The knights sent by the king to monitor and protect him didn't even know that the object they needed to pay attention to all the time slipped out under their noses.

Random to the extreme, but none of the patrolling knights noticed.

As long as Xie Xiangzhi thinks, he can walk out of Notland's palace unscathed by his own strength.The seemingly bountiful conditions given by the Pope were nothing more than a joke to him.

The Pope was deeply aware of this that night. He woke up from his mistress's snow-white arms, and saw the cold wind blowing from the wilderness into the rose window and his eyes with a shallow smile.

"!!!"

Xie Xiangzhi bent his knees and sat on the window sill with his jaw propped up looking at him, playing with a faint blue dagger with his white fingertips.

It was the one he gave to the Marquis of Allen.

The pope took the robe from the hanger to wrap around his body, barely maintained the demeanor of the spokesman of the father and god, and asked, "Your Highness, what is the business of you coming so late?"

The pope has never seen this son of the Eastern Land who was hidden by the king, but the young man from the Eastern Land, in red, whose beauty surpasses the aesthetic cognition of the Eastern Land and the Western Land, is still holding his hand and told him to give it to only one person. The dagger, who this person is, don't think about it.

Xie Xiangzhi smiled gently, "Come to deal with some minor troubles for my majesty the king."

As soon as his words fell, the cold light of the blade flashed sharply.

extremely fast.extremely cold.extremely bright.

A knife.

Blood splattered.

In the Pope's final vision, he could only see his unwavering eyes, and the blade in his hand was extremely stable. Even the best executioner in Notland might not be able to cut across the throat of the dying man with extreme calmness like him.

What exactly did that monarch bring back from the Eastern Continent?

It's a pity that no one can give him an answer anymore.

Xie Xiangzhi drew the knife neatly, wiped his fingers with a silk towel slowly, turned and left.

César's return was slightly delayed due to the pope's sudden death. He only had time to rush back to the palace before the sun rose to put a feather-like kiss on the cheek of his sleeping lover, and then hurriedly turned and left.

The doctor who checked the Pope's body reported the truth to His Majesty the King: "The Pope should have died last night. He was killed by one blow. The other party must be a very good swordsman. This way of death is different from that of Chuck who took the lead in opposing you back then." Earl Si died in exactly the same way."

The doctor raised his head, put his hands on his heart, and saluted: "Your Majesty, forgive me. Nortland has rarely seen this kind of sharp swordsmanship. Knights are better at using guns and guns and fighting openly. This This method is more like those legendary swordsmen with peerless martial arts in the Eastern Land."

In the royal capital of Notland, there is only one Easterner.

The king interrupted him in a cold voice: "Whether it was Earl Chucks or His Majesty the Pope, they all died of assassination."

He left the crime scene without looking back.

The doctor sighed softly behind him.

The pope passed away suddenly, and the Holy See had no backbone for a while, and under the deliberate guidance of the king, it fell into a dilemma of power struggle, restricting each other, and no one wanted to deal with the king.

This caused the power of the Holy See to lose power in a short period of time. By the time they reacted, the king had already established a Protestant church on the land of Notland and expelled the Holy See from the center of Notland's royal power.

The Holy See could only angrily announce that God the Father no longer protected the king.

From then on, the theocracy was limited under the kingship, and the king became the only monarch of the people.

Although he is a tyrant.

The prince of Donglu is still locked in the deep palace by the violent monarch, and the magnificent palace is turned into a golden cage by the king, locking his only rose.

The king gently kissed the brows and eyes of the young man in red, and still clearly remembered the first time he saw him.

Notland's iron cavalry broke through the prosperous and ancient Kyoto of the Eastern Continent, and a flag embroidered with roses was planted on the land of the Eastern Continent. on the street.

The gate of Zhu Hong's Tianzi Palace was opened, and the first foreign master was ushered in.

In the majestic palace with blue tiles and vermilion walls, the palace people fled everywhere, and the court hall representing the highest imperial power in the Eastern Continent was opened one after another, and the young man in red and black hair walked out step by step with blood and fire.

At that moment, the king really wanted to believe that the gods sung in those poems really existed in the world.

He stretched out his hand to the young man in red: "Follow me."

"I will give you the highest honor on the continent."

"I will share all my authority with you."

The young man in red and black hair stared at him for a long time, and took his outstretched hand.

From then on, even the supreme god is a rose that belongs to him alone.

The king and the son of Donglu will kiss under the flower wall of early summer roses.

The young man from Donglu reached out to hug him and responded proactively.

The king would not know that before the main hall of the Eastern Continent Palace, the moment before he held the hand extended by the king, the tip of the long sword, which was stained with the blood of more than a dozen princes and grandchildren, could barely be retracted into his sleeve.

His soft lips pressed against the king's.

"You are my king alone."