sweet conquest of the devil gl

The actions of the priests were not decisive. Compared with Francis, Floria's reputation was much better.They didn't even expect the magic raid just now.

Francis clearly made an agreement with them that Floria would take the initiative to expose the devil's side, but he didn't expect it to be achieved by direct attack.

This method is too dirty, compared with the ancient method of throwing people into the river, tied to a pillar and burned, it is even worse.

There are only three orthodox churches in Milkvia, the Lord of Radiance, the Goddess of Love and Beauty, and the Goddess of Justice, and they are the ones that Francis invited today.

The pious and kind priests had the illusion of being villains for a while.But since the opposite side is the devil...

Floria smiled coldly: "The duke is so calculating! If magic kills me, I die for nothing. If magic can't kill me, just say I'm a devil, and everyone will rule me out."

Francis' face remained unchanged: "I have sufficient evidence to prove that you are a devil. Unfortunately, the evidence was destroyed, so I made this move."

Bah, to put it nicely, I simply don't want to show the evidence that this king is a good person.

"Miss Floria, you really can't explain why the magic just now didn't work for you at all." Ian was the only one who had spoken to both sides, reluctantly breaking the silence as an intermediary.

"No, I can explain why magic doesn't work for me." While everyone was watching, Floria slowly took out a damaged metal disc from her clothes and threw it on the ground.

"The hotel customizes magic defense props, which are worth having."

The expressions of the priests had already relaxed. Unexpectedly, Francis said quietly: "As a devil, it is normal for you to have the ability to suddenly take out various items."

"Really." Floria took the initiative to walk towards Ian: "In order to prove my innocence, I am willing to go to the City of Light and let the priests of the Lord of Light verify it."

Francis nodded silently.

He could not refuse the offer, nor did he want to.

Whether Floria is a devil or not is no longer important, as long as she steps out of the capital, he can finish Cynthia with her back foot.

When passing by, Floria whispered in his ear [I will definitely come back, wash your neck clean].

This warning was also ignored by Francis. There were too many people who said this to him, not Floria alone.

The priest and Floria left the dark room, and Francis poured a glass of wine by himself and drank it down.

He put on his cloak and walked upward under the light of the magic candle. Those who supported him were ready for everything, and there was only one way forward.

The atmosphere in the chamber was condensed, and this feeling of condensation became stronger after Francis stepped in, as if a snowstorm would blow at any time.

Joanna sat on the throne, with the scepter and the ceremonial sword by her side, but she took neither: she was not king yet.

Cynthia stood below, with half of the supporters behind her, Alexia and Flora guarding her.Alexia looked at the Duke who entered the door and frowned.

"Duke Francis, where is Miss Floria?" Alexia asked without hesitation, relying on the fact that she was alone... the mercenary of the two.

"She is a devil and should be judged by the church. All the results have nothing to do with me." Francis was very cold, and as he waved his hand, the arc of magic flashed in the hall.

"Obeying Your Highness Joanna is your only choice." Francis stood at the door, and the knights and spellcasters behind him filed in.

Even the hidden knife and axe jumped out of the curtain behind Joanna. If Floria were here, she would definitely laugh out loud.

"Francis, this is not a place for you to run amok!" Some older lords reprimanded loudly, but their voices became smaller and smaller in front of the approaching ambushes.

They didn't expect that Francis would really dare to do anything. With this courage that would not be afraid of being notorious for thousands of years, no one really beat him.

The scene is getting worse and worse: most of the orthodox factions who support Cynthia are shameless, and they are forced to face each other by this method, not to mention how long they will wear Francis's shoes, even if they write two strokes in the history books, they would like to jump into the sea to wash them off .

But after all, there is only one fate, and many people will be shaken.

"It's too ugly, I am the king chosen by heaven, how can I rely on such means." Princess Joanna said at this time, she stood up from the throne: "I propose to conduct a duel between two kings according to the rules of competition. "

The people below all exclaimed, Wang Dou is the last resort, an old case among old cases.In the era when Wang Dou could still be seen occasionally, it was not uncommon for brothers, sisters, relatives and friends to pass on the throne to each other.

"I don't agree." Francis replied indifferently. He would rather let everyone in this hall splatter the blood on the spot than let Joanna fight for the king.

His views on the strength of Joanna and Cynthia are very objective.

"Aren't you on my side? Why don't you agree?" Joanna drew the sword on the ground and walked towards Francis.

She was immediately stopped by the guards, and her face slowly turned red.

She did make her own choices and efforts, but she didn't expect Francis to control the entire negotiation situation... If the earl who supported Cynthia was also there, would it be possible to succeed?

"Why do you disagree, Duke?" An unfamiliar voice sounded in the hall.

Francis can use silence to deal with human beings, but he cannot use silence to deal with a sharp sword.

"My lord duke!" "When!?"

Some of the people around retreated, and some approached, but no one dared to get too close to Francis at this time.

Because a sharp sword was resting on the Duke's noble neck, and the sword holder was a silver-haired woman whom no one knew. She was tall and noble, and her expression was even a little lazy.

Not being afraid of death does not mean looking for death, Joanna finally got the chance to confront Cynthia.

When the first ray of morning light hit the round hole in the center of the arena, the stone door in front of it rose slowly.At this moment, the forces behind the two were temporarily removed from the balance, and the king had to rely on the king's personal strength to seize the crown.

Such a rule is [inappropriate] in modern times, the quality of a king is far more than just combat power.But the worship of the strong has not changed from ancient times to the present, and the king won in this way can still win the support of the people.

The lords sitting in the stands were silent. The holding of this king's battle was a kind of humiliation to them.Even if it's the least bloody way.

The silver-haired female swordsman left without a trace after Francis compromised.Francis was calm and said nothing.

Francis sat on the right side of the center of the stand, and the corresponding seat on the left was vacant. Viola and Floria, who were most suitable to sit on it, were forcibly absent because of Francis' operation.

Alexia stood in the aisle solemnly, looking towards the arena.She is very confident in Cynthia's strength, but will Francis really be willing to admit the final result?

"Master, don't worry." Flora sat on the steps and took out the latest volume of "The Brave Girl Lily", opened it and flipped through it page by page.

"I know it's useless to worry, Francis will never sit still." Alexia still looked inside, the two princesses had already stood in the middle, and the duel would begin soon.

"Lily and Miss Floria are stronger than Francis." Flora was very sure, "The silver-haired female swordsman must have been hired by Miss Floria."

"A strong man of that level must have paid a lot of money. Judging by the speed of her retreat, I'm afraid she didn't pay enough."

Alexia paused: "Or is there something more important to do?"

She didn't know what was more important than the battle for the throne, but the speed at which the silver-haired swordsman retreated was faster than running away... According to the strength shown by that one, it was either imminent or not.

"Sister, long time no see." In the arena, Joanna, who was dressed in black light armor, drew out her sword: "Did you expect this meeting to be like this?"

"Joanna, why are you..." Cynthia was still puzzled, but she understood her younger sister's talent.She went to the royal capital to regain her own position. Apart from Viola's instructions, she knew that her sister was not suitable for this position.

Unexpectedly, when he really faced his sister, he found that the other party had no ambition and desire to win.

"The throne belongs to you. I made a deal with a certain devil." Joanna chuckled lightly. "He is dead now. He has no way to take away my soul, but I took advantage of it."

"What deal, how can you make a deal with the devil!" Cynthia clenched the sword in her hand, wishing to punch her hard.

"Here," Joanna tapped the ground, "the enchantment that was set up by the devil can resist—"

There was no need for her to explain anything, the wave of magic pouring towards Cynthia's side disappeared without a trace.

Alexia jumped straight from the aisle to the stands, staring at Francis.Several guards are stalemate here with other forces that are about to move.

The barrier of confinement can not only prevent people inside from going out, but also prevent things from outside to the greatest extent.

"That's all, and there are only two conditions for the enchantment to dissipate." Joanna stuck out her tongue mischievously at her sister: "Either it is my death, or it is forcibly smashed by the outside."

"Are you crazy?!" Cynthia froze in place, not understanding what her sister meant.

"As long as I'm alive, Francis and those people with evil intentions will never admit to my sister." Joanna's pupils gradually dilated, and she couldn't see any changes in herself: "I won't let my sister be charged with kinkilling. "

Joanna put the sword around her neck: "Forever..."

【Your life is gone?Just right. ] Harsh laughter exploded in Joanna's ears, is it... that devil? !Why is it that even the core is...

Joanna failed to figure this out, and Crossel's seeds germinated again, begging for a new round of life.

He is very weak, very weak, and can only succeed when the subject itself has the intention of death, and the goddess of fortune unexpectedly gave him another chance.

Before Cynthia's sword could move away from the hilt, Joanna raised her head and showed a strange smile.

With a clang, the two swords were joined together.

Cynthia's conditioned reflex saved her life, and she was only a little bit close to falling into hell for her single-minded efforts to save her suicide sister.

"Can you block it at such a short distance? As expected of you, my lord~" Joanna licked her lips: "Then, let's do something more interesting."

At her feet, magical runes lit up gradually.

"How is this going?!"

"Francis did it again!"

Doubts came and went in the stands.

"Did Duel say that magic is forbidden?" Joanna raised her head and announced arrogantly.

Cynthia's eyes were instantly cold.

"Nice manner, my lord." Joanna smiled.

The author has something to say: Tomorrow is the final chapter.After the final chapter, there will be special sweets!Excited to spin~