The yellow-haired villain in Feng Aotian's novel also wants to be happy

On the round table, there was more than one sigh.

Several figures rose from the ground, their bright crowns soared, and they joined forces to meet the terrifying monster in the sea who was named "natural disaster".

An unprecedented fierce battle began, and the dazzling light illuminated the city of shadows like daylight.

The Archbishop of Canterbury leaned back in his chair, still not moving.

But he has already made a move. The holy light spreads like a breeze. Anyone who is illuminated by the holy light will immediately recover most of their injuries, and the fear in their hearts will be gently erased inadvertently.

This move played a huge role. Under the shroud of holy light, those pampered nobles on the second line of defense did not break up and escape, but dragged out rare objects that would surprise even him, time and time again. Repelled the enemy's attack.

"Your Majesty has a good plan." The Archbishop of Canterbury suddenly sighed as the situation gradually stabilized and even regained its advantage.

"Oh?"

Even when Leviathan appeared, Aldrich III, who did not move his eyelids, finally opened his eyes, "Why did the Archbishop say that?"

"Combining forces from all parties to resist the evil god, and dragging those nobles whom you have disliked for a long time to use as a human city wall, after this incident, as long as the evil god's purpose is not achieved, your power and influence will probably reach an unprecedented level.

Those nobles who do not share your heart, so weakened, will no longer be your hindrance. "

"The archbishop is unwilling to do so?"

"From the standpoint of the church, it is naturally not happy to see an empire on the mainland that we can't interfere with at all.

but……"

The Archbishop of Canterbury said with a smile:

"For us, this is not a bad thing."

"……Ah."

Aldrich III didn't comment, just smiled contemptuously.

He suddenly got up from the throne, walked towards the wall that had been demolished with his hands behind his back, and carefully looked down at the battlefield at this moment for the first time.

"Hathaway."

"exist."

"What's the calculation?"

"Something's wrong..."

Hathaway wrote and drew pictures with a bunch of subordinates, her forehead was full of sweat unconsciously.

"I always feel that Silent Moon's behavior is a bit abnormal."

"Why?"

"Because no matter how I deduce it, I can't deduce Silent Moon's chances of victory!"

Hathaway said with some excitement:

"Indeed, if you want to completely evolve the Kingdom of God, Bellerand with its huge population is the best choice, but——

After all, this place is Belrand. "

As the capital of the Leopold Empire, the most prosperous city on the mainland, the branches or headquarters of various forces are stationed here, and a dozen crown wearers can be pulled out on the street with a wave of hand.

How can it be so easy to break through here.

And even if this city of shadows is broken, there will still be that Meladomir sitting in Santa Maria College.

Although she couldn't leave the academy, the last attack had proved that unless the evil god really stuffed her body over, there was absolutely nothing he could do about her.

Just like a nail, as long as she is still there, it is impossible for Silent Moon to completely transform Bellerand into her own kingdom of God!

"In other words, it is very likely that he is here to conceal his true purpose... a feint attack?"

"That's right, but it doesn't rule out the possibility that Silent Moon really went crazy. After all, it's an evil god, and it's hard for us to fathom his behavior." Hathaway pushed her gold-rimmed glasses and added.

"Is that so?"

Aldrich III tapped the hilt of the sword with his fingers, thinking carefully, as if he had figured out something, he suddenly turned his head and looked at the drowsy old man on the stone chair.

"Can I trust you?" Aldrich III asked.

The old man opened his cloudy eyes and looked at Aldrich.

After a long time, he responded:

"Of course, Your Majesty, you can always trust me."

"The lives of millions of people in Bellerand will be handed over to you." Aldrich said lightly.

"Your Majesty is serious."

The old man lowered his head slightly, lowered his eyes, unable to see his expression clearly, "I will just do my duty, that's all."

"then you go."

"Yes."

The figure of the old man gradually disappeared, and only then did everyone realize that he was just an afterimage.

"I didn't even notice the fake ones. I really deserve to be the sword bearer." The Archbishop of Canterbury sighed.

"archbishop."

After the old man left, Aldrich III shouted softly.

"Your Majesty, what advice do you have?"

"Just now, you said something wrong."

"Oh?"

"Actually, I have no intention of weakening those nobles. I let them come only because they are Leopold and part of Bellerand, so they must contribute to this country and this city, and so do you. "

Aldrich III suddenly stepped forward, kicking his foot in the air.

At this moment, a terrifying sense of oppression suddenly gushed out from the not tall body of this man who had been drowsy on the throne.

"what?"

The Archbishop of Canterbury's heart contracted suddenly, and he looked at Aldridge III in horror.

On the top of the emperor's head, the resplendent crown was engraved with supreme decrees, which was far more majestic than the crown inlaid with precious stones.

"How is it possible? The curse of the royal family, how could you break through..."

The archbishop blurted out in disbelief.

"I don't care if those nobles have the same heart as me, because in my eyes, they are just a bunch of clowns."

Aldrich III didn't care about the archbishop's rude words, and continued to move forward step by step.

He tore off the large robe that was in the way, and let it be swept away by the high-altitude wind.

He reached out and clenched the sword at his waist.

At this moment, the whole world fell silent, without a single sound.

Only - Jianming!

At this moment, the ultimate power gathered here. When the sword was drawn, even the Archbishop of Canterbury couldn't help but bow down.

King's Sword.

The royal family of Leopold, the authoritative holy relic passed down through the ages.

As long as it is recognized by it, even if it has no power to restrain the chicken, it can burst out with a powerful force that surpasses that of ordinary crown wearers.

And since its birth, this moment is the first time it has been used by a real crown wearer.

Aldridge swung his sword and slashed.

The black ocean was split into two in an instant.

And he didn't even look at the natural disaster that was forced out of the sea and required several crown wearers to suppress it. He just stared at the blue moon that finally revealed its full view due to the parting of the sea.

"O Silent Moon."

Aldridge said softly, but his voice was like rolling thunder, deafening.

"As the price for invading my country, let me keep this projection of yours."

[WEB] 131. Cursed Fate

Belleland.

Downtown area.

somewhere.

In the pitch-black space, the flickering candlelight echoes everything like a ghost.

On the round altar, there was a faint blue moonlight, and the thin fanatics sat around, chanting frenzied hymns like thousands of monsters roaring.

And on the periphery of the altar, a huge pool of blood was rippling, corpses were floating, and blood was filling the air. It was like a thick fog spreading like a crazy aura that was extremely filthy in the world.

Standing on the edge of the blood pool, the banshee took a deep breath, as if smelling mellow old wine, her face was flushed, full of intoxication.

"Master Sacrifice, this is already the last batch."

Behind the banshee, a respectful figure stood with his head bowed, directing his subordinates to dump the horrified and desperate corpses into the pool of blood.

"Is that all there is to it?"

The banshee stared down at the blood pool, and it seemed that it was still a little short of the expected amount.

"The Silence Agency is chasing him more and more closely. There is really nothing we can do." The man showed shame.

"Really? In that case, you know what to do."

"Yes!"

The ashamed expression suddenly turned into fanaticism, and the man suddenly pulled out a dagger and slit his own throat.

Blood splattered, he looked up at the blue moon, and roared hoarsely:

"Moon - eternal life!"

"Moon - eternal life!"

More roars sounded, and those who moved the corpses cut their own throats one after another, pierced their hearts, and let the blood flow freely.

Then plop, plop, poured into the pool of blood.

The blood pool was almost full, and then stirred up.

The lines on the altar lit up inch by inch, and the hymns of the believers became more and more crazy.

But it seems that something core is missing. This grand sacrifice cannot be perfected.

The banshee didn't seem impatient at all, she tapped her arms, hummed a strange song, and waited silently.

Suddenly, she turned her head and looked into the dark place.

"You're late." The banshee raised her eyebrows and said.

"It's not too late."

The response from the darkness was as cold as ice, emotionless.

"Yes, the sacrifice has just begun."

The banshee smiled slightly, extremely enchanting, she stretched out her hand into the darkness, and said:

"Well, welcome home, my...family."

After a moment of silence, a hand protruded from the darkness... and held the banshee's palm.

The purple skirt is fluttering like a butterfly, and the loose hair is like a hanging galaxy. When that beautiful face is revealed from the darkness, even the moonlight at this moment is somewhat eclipsed.

Anna Capelin.

It's just that at this moment, her pretty face no longer has the familiar charm and gentleness, but an indifference that can almost condense the air, and the cold snake pupils are flickering, without any emotional fluctuations.

It's like... a completely different person.

"Hey, that's really strange."