I, the Lord of the End

Chapter 124, Breath of the Underworld God (End)
Celesty always felt that there was a strange smell of yin and yang in the words of this monk of the underworld.

The Underworld monks are a group of strange guys, which is recognized in the Holy Empire and even the whole world.

Unlike the Church of Heaven, which has a scale of several 10 people, the Underworld Order does not know if there are [-] Underworld monks in the entire Holy Empire. These Underworld monks monopolize all funeral services, and they will always be in a fixed place Appear.

Osiris, Lord of Hades, is completely different from most of the gods in the heavenly system. He doesn't seem to like the large-scale expansion of his followers, and he doesn't even like the existence of the church. Osiris advocates "justification by faith".

Every monk of the god of the gods must abide by the "five commandments".

One, do not kill indiscriminately.

Two, do not lie.

Three, do not commit adultery.

Four, do not steal.

Five, do not drink alcohol.

The underworld monks were not allowed to own their own wealth and houses a few years before they first entered the monastery, and usually had to live an extremely poor life as a monk. They had to wait for several years to comprehend the essence of justification by faith and be recognized by the gods. Only then can you have your own residence and a small amount of personal wealth.

Similarly, Osiris encourages his god monks to get married. Whenever Osiris' followers get married, these monks in black or white robes will collectively parade and demonstrate to celebrate the wedding. The scene looks quite strange.

The main income of the monks of the god of the dead is the funeral expenses of the deceased and various incidental expenses. They almost never expand their business scope. The monks will not intervene in any struggle in the mortal world unless the other party actively attacks the monks or there are undead With the appearance of wizards, very few people dared to take the idea of ​​​​the master of the underworld. No one would not want to enjoy a peaceful sleep after death.

Of course, the oppressive atmosphere, poor life, and strict precepts made the children of the great nobles basically not choose to take this path. The long-term oppressive life also allowed the Underworld monks to form a unique language system.

The Lord of Hades has two statutory holidays every year in the Holy Empire, which are "Ash Day" and "Harvest Day".

Celeste couldn't figure out what this person meant for a moment. Was he laughing at the Holy Empire, the Black Eagle Royal Family, or himself?Even he didn't mean to laugh at all?
The queen was not in a hurry to speak, she was waiting for the response from the person who came, and at the same time she was also very puzzled, didn't this cultivator of the underworld know herself?

"It can be said that the timing of your handling of this matter is just right." The visitor saw that Celeste did not speak, so he continued on his own: "The devil, the angel, the high priest, the court, this mourning ceremony , the princess of the black eagle, you seized the opportunity and used the power of these factions very well, so I asked you why you are still here? You who just started this storm should have a lot of things to do Are you busy?"

"Put on a show and gain influence, isn't it okay?" Celesty felt that the other party was mocking herself, and she stared coldly at the monk of the underworld with a cold expression: "As a royal family, I am born to perform, just like As you think."

"If you want to show off, you should leave after doing what you just did." The cultivator of the god of the gods shook his head quietly: "Your goal has been achieved, and you can smile like your brother and feel disgusted." Finish the whole thing properly, and then quickly focus on the next thing that may benefit you.”

"That's why I'm very strange." The underworld monk walked to Celesty's side, and he stretched out his hand to press a square box on the table. The owner of the box was named "Grace Meyer": "This mourning There was no need for you to come to the ceremony, because the civilians of the entire principality are already grateful to you, and the souls of the soldiers are rested in peace because of your successful investigation."

"You also know very well that they are all stepping stones to realize a so-called grand goal and great ideal of your holy empire. It is completely enough to show off here, but it is really surprising that you still stayed."

Celesty found that the underworld monk in front of her was terrifying, very scary.

He has seen through the essence of aristocratic politics, seen through the hypocritical appearance of her brother, and even seen through the shadow behind the image that the Black Vulture royal family has tried to shape for hundreds of years.

If it was the former imperial daughter, she would definitely panic, she would definitely be terrified, she would either become angry from embarrassment or flee in fear.

But now she is different.

"Be careful, and great things will come true." Celeste shook her head, she got up, and faced the underworld monk face to face: "Do you think we will just stand here, do nothing and wait to see the big ship of the Holy Empire?" Going to the end?"

"So what are you going to do?" The underworld monk became a little interested: "Emphasis on their sacrifices all the time, repeating their names over and over again, and telling everyone that it is you who let them rest in peace?"

"I won't do that." Celeste stared blankly at the small box, she shook her head again and again: "This is disrespect for the dead, I'm stealing their glory, stealing their sacrifices, What I need is to prove that I am worthy of their sacrifice for me, not to use their sacrifice as my political capital."

"Huh? Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm))" The cultivator of the god of the underworld really changed his view of the princess now, he squeezed out a zombie-like smile: "So, I'm surprised that the Black Eagle royal family would have such an appearance as you Daughter, did your father not educate you properly himself?"

How can this guy always have a weird smell?When Celeste heard the veins on her forehead bulge, she signaled the middle-aged man not to be rude with great patience: "I tell you, I, Celeste-Olge-von-Hohenzollern, solemnly I warn you, first of all, this is the resting place of heroic souls, I don't want to argue with you here, and secondly, you should call Father Your Majesty!"

"It seems that I didn't teach it myself, so it's no wonder that a guy like you came out." The monk of the god of the gods obviously didn't pay attention to Celesty's warning. Has it always been like this? Use the blood of the dead to paste your own flag?"

"I don't know what you're talking about!" The princess was really about to endure to the limit.

"You always bind the royal family with the country, telling everyone that anti-royal family is anti-Holy Empire, and then you always bind the dead with the living, telling everyone that anti-Holy Empire is anti-Romani-led, hundreds of Thousands of heroic spirits who have sacrificed their precious lives for the cause of human liberation, naturally, this has become anti-human." The cultivator of the god of the underworld took a few steps, and he glanced at the nearby boxes, and the long goatee followed him. The words of emotion trembled under the mountain: "To oppose the royal family is to be against humanity. Since it is against humanity, it is the remnant of the dragon god and the devil believer. Isn't this always the propaganda of your Black Vulture royal family?"

"I really don't know what would Romani the Great and his heroic souls who sacrificed for the liberation of human beings think when they saw that you used the blood of the dead to paint your black eagle flag all day long. They did it for the independence and freedom of human beings. What do you think when your great contribution is used as a shield to protect your own legitimacy?"

Celeste was speechless.

The solemn hall was silent.

"...This is...wrong, it is...incorrect." After a long time, the princess said palely: "What I saw was that the people died because of the royal family, not the royal family died for the people."

"Yes, you cleverly reversed the order." The monk of Hades walked up to the statue of Osiris, the god of the underworld, and pointed to the statue of the Lord of Hades: "Some fishermen like to sell fish with their backs against the statue, because This can benefit them. For example, if you pass by our fish stall without stopping, are you disrespectful to the gods? For example, if you think my fish is not good, do you hate the gods? For example, if you think my fish is too Gui, are you dissatisfied with the gods?"

"Of course, the fishermen have benefited, and more and more fishermen have benefited, because no one dares to disrespect the god, but as time goes by, when people think of the statue, and when they think of the god it represents, they will What do you think of? Is there a fishy smell coming to your face?"

"Pfft~" Celeste couldn't help laughing, but she didn't laugh for long: "You are?"

She remembered the myths she heard in her mother's arms when she was a child, and she remembered a few words in the royal library. She looked at the statue behind the monk of the god of the gods, and the two figures were overlapping.

"So, it's really rare for the Black Eagle Royal Family to have such a sensible daughter. I'm almost sure that you are the fish that slipped through the net." The eyes gradually turned pure white.

Two faintly glowing weapons appeared above his X-crossed hands.

A scepter, a flail.

They turned into flames and lightning respectively, and were caught off guard and rushed straight to Celeste's face!

The queen was shocked, she immediately resisted, but the flame and lightning ignored her defense at all, and got into her body directly!
As she put down the golden battle ax in her hand, the monk in front of her had disappeared, only bursts of dim light and echoes in the void.

"I have not blessed members of the royal family for more than 2000 years. In 2000 years, you are the first royal family to receive my blessing, Celeste-Org-von-Hohenzollern." The majestic echo echoed in the hall echoed.

"Remember, treat your soldiers well, treat your people well, make the living great, and let the dead rest in peace."

"The second seal has been opened, and unprecedented drastic changes are coming."

"I hope you will always remember what you said to me, the royal family fights for its people, not the royal family makes the people fight for it."

"Endless dusk, the darkest eternal night is approaching, you must seize this only hope."

"Otherwise the world will be reduced to dust."

After speaking, a strong suction completely absorbed Celesty's will, and she tried to struggle.

She succeeded.

Like a nightmare, Celesty suddenly woke up from it, and the strong sense of falling made her immediately grab the table next to her. She greedily sucked the air in the hall full of incense, and her forehead Covered with sweat like a waterfall, her beautiful long silver hair was already wet into a ball.

"Ha~ha~ha~" She couldn't tell whether what she saw just now was a hallucination or the truth.

The Underworld cultivator has disappeared, and the hall is still as quiet as before, only the question from Hubert behind her: "Your Highness?"

"Did you see a person? A person with a white crown on his head, a tall and thin horse face, and a robe... No, didn't you go out because of internal anxiety?" Celeste was out of breath, she Wiping the sweat off her forehead with her hands, the princess spoke incoherently: "I saw him, I'm sure it's true! I really saw him! I was talking to him just now, did you see that?" ?”

"Your Highness?" Hubert didn't know what happened, so he could only choose the answer that could be answered first: "I have always been here and never left, what's wrong with you?"

Celiste was silent instead, the princess had recovered from the absence just now, she nodded to her subordinates to indicate that she was fine, in a split second, she almost ordered Sid to come up to help her.

But Sid was gone.

She can only walk the road now.

Under Earl Hubert's puzzled eyes, Celesty came to the statue of Hades in the main hall, and she knelt on one knee, muttering something silently.

Following the princess's prayer, a gust of wind suddenly blew up in the hall, and Hubert and Joachim, the head of the Hades region who was praying in the hall, opened their eyes wide.

In this gust of wind, they vaguely heard voices mixed with admonitions!
Is it? !
Under their unbelievable gazes, Celesty slowly got up from the ground, the imperial princess raised her hands, and two phantoms appeared.

A scepter in one hand and a flail in the other.

The head of the Underworld cultivator area knelt down on his knees without any hesitation: "My Lord's gift?!"

"Your Highness? Lord of Hades?" Hubert opened his mouth wide: "He..."

Celeste nodded slightly, and then the two symbols disappeared from her hands, the princess turned around, and the iceberg beauty's body gradually disappeared into the shadows: "Don't tell others, Hubert, and Joachim. "

Be cautious, and great things will eventually be accomplished.

"But Your Highness, if we can tell everyone that you have been blessed by the Lord of Hades..." Hubert objected immediately, "This will be the first time since the Fourth Dynasty..."

Another great opportunity to make a fortune in political capital!

"Some people yearn for this kind of grand occasion. They like honor and need applause. They can't accept that they have completed a certain task but have not received corresponding praise. They lack enough celebrations and corresponding laurels to award themselves." Whispered in the shadows, "That's what they're trying to achieve."

"And some people don't need it." The figure of the princess stepped into the darkness completely.

That was the path she had chosen.

Hubert exchanged glances with Joachim, the head of the region beside him, and followed immediately.

Meanwhile, Rezland, the Julian Mountains, the Matterhorn.

Sid was walking alone in the mountains, and he was alone again after a lot.

The god of the ring, Eternal God Chosen, who opened the second seal, was thinking exactly the same at almost the same time.

Even if he is the Eternal God's Chosen, it is almost impossible to fight against the existing huge and strong Holy Empire system.

He needs to have his own Imperial Custodian, needs his own Sigilite Order, needs to have his own Chaos Sword or Old Guard, Janiceri, Praetorian Guard, you name it.

He needs to build a tight political/interest community to help him accomplish his hypothetical goals.

He needs "Dark Angel".

Sid took out the Holy Grail of Sin and Nightmare from his bosom, and in the black mud, he vaguely saw the appearance of the third Void Realm artifact.

It seemed to be a hand, the hand of a non-human creature, with six fingers.

On the back of the hand is a circle with a hexagram pattern inside the circle. Its appearance is scarlet red, with arcane power continuously flowing on its surface, and it is chiseled out of immortal stone.Nothing reflected from it—the light was consumed by it, drunk, dead.

The picture flashed, the hand split, it split into six fingers, and flew towards six places.

The picture became muddy, and Sid could vaguely see six fingers moving back and forth in the mortal world. Sometimes the fingers were embedded in the mortal body, and sometimes they were simply forgotten under the frozen stream.

But in the end each finger has found its owner, and under the traction of the mysterious power in the six-pointed star, the six fingers are reuniting as one.

The screen ended abruptly.

At the last moment when the reflection in the cup disappeared, Sid vaguely caught a few pink hairs.

The Holy Grail of Nightmare guides the direction for the Eternal Chosen.

All the way north!
The boy in the snow mountain and the girl in the temple stepped forward with their left feet almost at the same time.

A new journey begins.

The first volume, Chapter of the Empress, is over.

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