The invulnerability of fast wear

The task of finding the knight commander soon gained attention after everyone returned to the imperial capital.

Ghana has five pointed seven stars, and he is only one step away from the Holy Knight. There are only three surviving Holy Knights, and he is the youngest and most promising person in the reserve. The forbidden area is currently under full alert. It is undoubtedly not a small blow for the emperor.

Victoria and the envoy coincidentally concealed the news that Ghana had already fallen. Victoria may have had a little expectation out of pity, and the envoy had completely controlled the dynamics of the "Knight Commander".

"Ding, [Teach Victoria] progress value +5%, current progress 100%"

The exquisitely fired stained glass casts colorful images in the dim light circle, and the snow-white floor fully accommodates it. A man in a red robe with snow-colored sable fur melts countless flying butterflies from his hands, drawing in the midst of the exclamation of the crowd. The frescoed zenith hovered for a week, and then the starlight flew out along the open windows of the spire.

The girl who has undergone the baptism of magic has plump and rosy cheeks. She has long since faded from the innocence when she first met, and a slight greenness can be seen in her smile, but she has the demeanor of a crown prince in her gestures.

Wu Xie stayed in the imperial capital for two years.

Garner was still not found by the people in the temple. Every time he asked the system to monitor, the other party was always shrouded in black mist, making it difficult for people to see the situation. If it wasn't for Louis' special physique, he would have to go find him. Garner's—after all, he was still worried.

Since Ghana's blackening, the anxiety hidden deep in his heart has gradually spread upwards, slowly twisting into the blood vessel like a steel wire, blocking the arteries that are transported back and forth, and can clearly hear the regular beating sound, but he doesn't know When will it stop abruptly.

But now, he can finally let go of some doubts.

Because tomorrow is the day when he becomes the leading bishop of the empire.

The princess leaned down and kissed the precious stone between his fingers, raised her cat-like blue eyes, and skillfully put the cross pendant into his palm, she lowered her voice:

"You'll wait for me, won't you?"

The messenger smiled broadly, held the pendant and withdrew his hand:

"Trust in your gods, Victoria."

The face of the girl who seemed to have received an affirmative answer was radiant like never before, her delicate rose-like cheeks showed a smile, and her eyes were blue like the clear sky and the sea.

--pity.

The man rubbed the purple gemstone with his thumb, his lowered eyes were filled with unforgiving reason.

—Your God, never choose me.

"Ding, I have obtained [Victoria's Cross]"

"The item has been stored, and the collection request has been completed."

……

The tower bell struck twelve.

Candles extended from the palace like a long river. Amidst the torches and chants, the carriages of the nobles quickly drove into the most luxurious Palace of Mirrors in the imperial capital to participate in this unprecedented grand bishop ceremony. They opened their homes one after another, gathered in the square and waited for the result piously.

The evening wind sent away the melodious music of the pipe organ. The court musician skilfully plucked a series of sliding fingers on the keys, and the violinist quickly followed.

The nobles silently and solemnly took their seats on the high platform or in the front row according to the guidance of the waiters. As spectators, their main role was to witness with God and witness the birth of the leading bishop.

This historic scene is rare and rare.

The pope in purple appeared at the end of the stairs, the gate of the Palace of Mirrors was closed, all the nobles crossed their hands, their expressions were solemn, the music changed from ethereal to vigorous, and the grand ceremony began. When the choir sang hymns, the protagonist of this ceremony finally appeared .

White leather boots inlaid with gold and jewels protruded from under the scarlet python robe. The man descended the stairs gracefully, with his full head of blond hair tied behind his head, his angular face carried a bit of fortitude that did not match his temperament, but he was subtly captured by him. The corner of the mouth is covered with a smile.

He walked to the altar, knelt on the velvet and prayed. After the end, he kissed the cross pendant on his chest, and the young crown prince who was watching from a distance on the high platform showed a subtle smile.

Holding up the holy grail to drink the red wine, the man lowered his head to eat the clean bread, then the holy table was removed, and the pope opened the bottle containing the holy oil to confirm the purity of the other party's body—the olive liquid dripped on the pale palm of the messenger, The light suddenly bloomed, and this kind of pure and god-like power almost made the Pope fall into an unreasonable intoxication.

Everyone showed shocked expressions for this. The man didn't seem to notice it. He stood up and lowered his head slightly. The Pope didn't dare to neglect, so he could only gently put his hand on the other's forehead, opened the divine book with one hand, and said:

"Given by God's name, Louis Mountbatten will be appointed as the leading bishop of Vasoren from now on..."

The splendor in the Palace of Mirrors could not affect the people who were praying. They murmured secret words to the gods on both sides of the road, but one person passed through the crowd indulging in the "tranquility" and held the "clang clack clatter" metal The thing walked towards the splendid mirror palace——the guards tried to stop him, but they were suppressed by the light power all over him. knocked on the door.

No one responded.

The man let out a low laugh, his face suddenly became severe, his right hand was bound by something like black metal, he clenched his fist and smashed open the seemingly solid door of the Mirror Palace.

"Boom."

When the sawdust fell, the person who wanted to inherit the crown, among thousands of people, suddenly looked back.

The heart beats fast for a split second.

"Master Messenger." The young man who was covered in blood showed a smile as he lightly patted the ashes off his shoulders, "I've been waiting for a long time."

The air fell silent.

"Ding, [Polluted Empire Crystal] progress value +100%, current progress 100%"

"Ding, get the key clue, [unlocked] event progress value 3/3"

"The [unlocked] event has been unlocked."

The sound of chains shattering came from inside his head, Wu Xie looked at the panel that popped up automatically in front of him, and tightened the corners of his mouth.

Mission props: Victoria's Cross (Completed)

The host needs to complete important events:

1. Teach Victoria (Completed)

2. Polluted Imperial Crystal (Completed)

3. Return to the dirty pool (0%)

"I was wrong, maybe you should not be called the messenger, but you should be called—" the knight commander raised his arms and smiled provocatively, "Louis, the fallen angel, is right."

This sentence exploded instantly on the seat of the nobles like cold water falling into red-hot oil.

"Ghana!"

The blond girl sitting high above the crown prince snapped:

"What nonsense are you talking about?! The person who betrayed my god's belief back then was clearly you!"

"Your Highness, you have been deceived." He laughed loudly, "Everyone here has also been deceived!"

The messenger clutched the front of his chest tightly as if sensing something, and looked at the Pope who handed him the Holy Grail, and then at the knight who entered the Palace of Mirrors with a long chain. Gradually fading the holy color, the blue eyes are no longer bright, the candle and the lamp holder shake violently, the man tore off the scarlet robe in the flickering light and shadow, and slowly wiped away the blood overflowing from the corner of his mouth.

"What have you anointed in the Holy Grail?"

"Shouldn't you ask yourself this?" Pinning on the pentagram, the young man said in a gentle voice, "It's Naders powder, the sharp weapon you used to confuse Your Highness and me in the forest—I didn't Are you disappointed that you can die completely?"

"Blood spurts!"

A huge light emanated from the crystal staff, and the restless tremor subsided instantly. The girl who had mastered the magic of light looked cold and condescending.

"Gana, we were all very happy that you were able to come back, but now it seems that you have been completely reduced to a lackey of the dark. In order to maintain the dignity of the temple, the Messenger and I concealed the fact that your faith has fallen. After you came back, you were able to turn over a new leaf, but I didn't expect you to get worse."

Pointing at the knight, Victoria snapped:

"Gana, you are hopeless. Not only are you slandering merely, but you also want to use nades raw powder to injure the leading bishop who was sealed in the temple, and put him in trouble. Even if I kill you here, it won't be an exaggeration! "

"Things have come to this, what dream is Your Highness still having?" Withdrawing the sharp blade of the arm bone, deep amber pupils were reflected on the pitch-black blade, "I know that dreams are always sweet, that's why pain and blood are needed to save you from endless illusions." freed from it."

Countless flying birds rushed out of the magic formation, and with a wave of the crystal wand, these flamingos screamed and rushed towards the knight who was swinging the knife!

The power of light rose rapidly with the struggle between the two. The nobles screamed and shoved away from the scene. The king and queen also left in embarrassment under the protection of their own soldiers. The man who had completely transformed into a fallen angel had been affected by the "holy wine", shaking Shaking and wanting to escape, he was bound in place by the bright chains suddenly thrown by the Pope—the fallen angel looked at the aged Pope, and the Pope looked back gloomyly with cloudy eyes. In this staring, they both understood each other's intentions.

But the Pope tightened his chains.

The knight laughed wildly, the girl with full magic power raised her blond hair, and muttered something in her mouth. The light array became brighter and brighter under her feet. One second before it was about to start, the knight and the pope, who were constantly being chased by the flamingos, shifted instantly. The bird collapsed, and the pope raised his hand to suppress the girl's spell with great energy, easily knocking her out.

The Palace of Mirrors was empty, and the magical farce was finally over.

The knight picked up the immobile man, and pulled in the metal object placed outside the door through the chain.

The huge golden cage made a sound of "clack clatter" as it rolled, and the knight nestled close to the fallen angel's ear ambiguously and forcefully, lowering his voice:

"This is the home I prepared for you, do you like it?"

The purple magic array instantly blew the white light into pieces, and the proud fallen angel spread its wings and escaped from the smoke and dust. Burns were faintly visible in the fabric cracks burned by the chains of light.

The people in the square had already become chaotic, the protective shield protecting the imperial capital suddenly disappeared, and the originally bright imperial crystal was also infiltrated by the dark pollution, which could no longer supply magic energy!

The entire core of the empire fell into chaos, and no one noticed the black arc of a feather under the full moon.

……

Garner eventually finds his quarry at the top of the Clock Tower.

The wings are like two pitch-black clouds, firmly protecting the man caught in the illusion. When the metal fingernails touch, the wide wings open with a "crash", and the person leaning on the spire opens eyes like black roses. Reveals the embarrassing but burning desire.

The person he can't say that he likes is right in front of him at this moment.

The knight stretched out his fingertips full of tenderness, and the fallen angel greeted him with trembling pale fingers. The picture under the spire was like Michelangelo's famous Creation of Adam, frozen by the moonlight at the moment when he was about to hold tightly.

"I don't want to look at you who is indifferent." The beam of light spread from the fingertips, and the amber stone in the knight's eyes was illuminated, "I only want that gentle Louis who likes Garner."

"Louis has never liked Garner." The fallen angel said affectionately and softly without struggling, "He just found it boring."

"So, did this boring person make you happy, even for a second?"

The beam of light quickly twisted to the man's wrist and shoulder like a woven spider silk, and was finally imprisoned on his neck.

"Not for a second," Louis said.

The knight stopped talking, and the huge golden cage was floating on the top of the tower. With a snap of his fingers, the cage door creaked open.

"Please come in."

Saluting gracefully to the unmoved fallen angel in front of him, the young man holding the light beam smiled amidst the flying feathers:

"The end of this journey is where your eternal happiness lies."