Who says knights can't backstab

Chapter 770 The Year of the Fallen God
Dirt, negativity, pollution...

It doesn't matter how they are called, they are all destructive to creatures and the environment, and their power is completely opposite to the power of the gods they come from.

No one knows why God can't manage his own emotions well, why he leaves so much filth to future generations, and why he so irresponsibly dumps the mess on his people, turning himself into stars and going away.

Such an era is too far away, and today's civilization has nowhere to look for those old relics. The replacement of civilizations and the repetition of the restart of the world have wiped out these traces.

If it weren't for the magical existence of the Magic Plain, the creatures might not be able to imagine how the past martyrs of the land they lived in developed and chose to face the final end.

"The news doesn't help me much." Cyril shook his head, picked up the teacup in front of him, and took a sip.

They have already moved to a smaller meeting room, where the incense produced by elves is lit, the fireplace is warm, the black tea is very fragrant, and the sofa is also very soft.

In such an absolutely comfortable environment in winter, people can't help but relax their tense nerves and sigh - this is life.

The improvement of the strength realm does not mean that the soul has a safe haven, at least Cyril feels from his own experience, if this world is really exactly the same as in the game, and he is only a wanderer in the [-]s, then he will have a good time. will be more comfortable.

And Iris sitting opposite - the last princess of the Lehman Dynasty, Evangeline Lehman had already packed up her emotions at this time.

She no longer regards Cyril as a superior in strength, but as a collaborator on the same front.It is true that she, who is in an extraordinary state, can feel the absolute power crushed by the boy who is far deeper than herself on the plain, but at least now she can speak in a more comfortable posture.

She stretched her legs long, covered them with a fluffy blanket, lowered her waist into the sofa, folded her hands in front of her belly, and said slowly: "Don't worry, listen to me, don't worry about it first." urgent."

"I know that you have very brilliant results. You have eliminated the filth of a lot of gods. I am afraid that such a brilliant record has never been achieved by traveling in the city of Hormel for several epochs of civilization... No, it should be said so many After the replacement of civilization, none of your achievements are as great as yours."

"Nora, the god of nature, and Urera, the god of the sea, you have eliminated the filth of the highest gods one after another, and the only thing left is the filth of the primordial god Danya..."

She suddenly put away that leisurely expression, and her brows and eyes became serious.

"But don't think that those past civilizations accomplished nothing."

Cyril couldn't help but sit up straight, he knew that the key topic was finally coming.

"The magic power of the world where the creatures of the past lived was higher than ours, and their own power level also surpassed ours. Of course, what they faced was stronger enemies and more terrifying filth."

"And they concentrate all their wisdom and strength to face the end that destroys everything, and it is impossible to fall at the beginning."

"You mean..." Cyril opened his eyes wide and understood what Iris wanted to express.

"They also did their best to eliminate or seal part of the filth."

"Those seals still remain in this world, some seals are still strong, and some are already very weak."

"Those filth may break out of the prison at any time, bring regional destruction, and use it as the foundation and nourishment, and gradually grow stronger."

"It's not like everywhere, there are extraordinary and professional combat powers. Even if there are, one or two can't gain much advantage in front of the filth."

"So you want me to clean up those filth?" Cyril spread his hands, "I understand, of course I admit that this has considerable significance, but... are these really important?"

"I know the exact location of Danya's filth. It is taking root in St. Helcoent, the royal city of St. Emma, ​​and turning that city into its domain. Nichol, the archbishop of the Primordial Church, has gradually begun to control this power , and expand its power."

"You have never seen with your own eyes how amazing the power of Danya's filth is. It killed tens of thousands of people in Ulsan Emma. They fell into madness in the pollution, hurting each other and linking together to form a huge giant. ..."

As Cyril said, his fingers lightly drew a few strokes in the air, and the thin blue lines immediately presented the scene in front of Iris.

"see it?"

Iris looked at the giant made up of the St. Emma soldiers who were gradually pulled in and enlarged by Cyril. Those Soldiers from St. Emma were biting each other, covered in blood, not even a piece of complete flesh could be found.Such a picture made her pupils constrict, she covered her mouth, and almost vomited out all at once.

"This...why is Danya's filthy power showing such a posture..."

"Perhaps this is also a manifestation of Yuanyuan?" Cyril sneered, "It's just that Danya's power is gentle and fair. He gives every living being under Yuanyuan the right to live."

"And the emotional violence corresponding to its filth, it believes that only powerful existences are qualified to survive, so it creates such a 'giant'."

This was the only answer Cyril could imagine.

"Okay, okay..." Iris swallowed her saliva, stood up and took a few sips from her teacup, and then she regained her strength and continued, "I understand, I understand that you want to take advantage of Danya's filth to return If it fails to expand, take the opportunity to completely drive it out."

"Although this way of thinking is risky, it's not wrong..." Iris shook her head, "But haven't you noticed that every time you remove the filth of a god, your strength actually increases?"

Cyril looked at her suddenly, his eyes were full of disbelief - the ability of the guardian of the holy skeleton, even he gradually began to understand after defeating the defilement of the gods, the feather of Isis, the spirit of the sea, the style of the wind The filth of these gods did increase his power to a certain extent.

But how did Iris know?
Although he quickly suppressed his emotions, Iris already got the answer she wanted from that moment.

She pursed her lips and smiled, waved her hands and said, "You don't have to feel strange, because the curve of your strength improvement is too weird. I think anyone who understands your experience should be able to make such a guess."

"...There are not so many people who can guess this like you." Cyril shook his head, leaned back on the sofa, clasped his hands and said:

"So what do you mean?"

"If the filth of the gods can increase your strength, why not clean up the scattered filth first, and face Danya at the end?"

"From the filth of other gods, you may be able to learn more about Danya's filth...Don't forget, who is closest to Danya?"

"Nora and Urella?" Cyril hesitated and guessed.

Iris looked at him, and slowly called out four names that he was already very familiar with:

"Eno, Monroe, Shiffin, Leander."

The four most loyal followers of Danya, of course their identities are also "gods".Their names were used in the original power system and became the names of the four most important parts under the white ring.

"If you can get in touch with their filth, you will definitely be able to gain relevant information."

Cyril thought about it, and nodded lightly: "What you said is indeed reasonable, but... where should I find these filth? Where are they sealed, how many gods' filth are there in a seal, and the strength of their power... "

He closed his mouth.

Because Iris who was seated opposite had already laughed: "Don't think that my 200 years have been in vain."

"I know where they are."

"As for whether we can defeat them..."

"If you can't even defeat these scattered filth that has been poured into the hands of living beings once, how can you face the filth of the last Danya?"

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January of this year has not been safe.

The year name, which should have been decided long ago, was delayed until mid-January, and the countries were not notified.The astrologers sent by various countries for divination seemed to have evaporated, and even a little news was not sent back to their own countries.

It was not until the end of January that the year name was passed on to the royal palaces of various countries.

And those who saw and heard this name all fell into silence:
"The Year of the Fallen God."

The past year was called the Year of the Sword in the game, because there were frequent wars in this year. Although Ao San Emma did not launch an attack on La Rochelle, La Rochelle had already been defeated by the undead. The lands of the northern frontier were scattered; and Ossan Emma herself launched an offensive against the country to the east, annexing it in one fell swoop...

However, after the name was changed to [The Year of Silence] in reality, there was not much difference from the history—at least La Rochelle and O Saint-Emma had a lively fight at the end of the year.

Nowadays, the interpretation of this [Ji] is more in line with people's hearts. This year is the silence before disasters and storms, and the next year will fall into endless chaos.

Although the palace did not spread such an interpretation, people are actually not optimistic about the next year and have already made certain psychological preparations.

It's just that no one thought that the title in 1443 was actually...

[The Year of the Fallen God. 】

No one can explain why such a year name was obtained. Most of the astrologers who participated in this divination returned to their home countries and died of various strange illnesses within a month.

And there was another piece of surprising news they brought back:
The astrologer of St. Emma of Australo did not participate in the year divination this time. The divination was delayed for so long in order to wait for the astrologer of St. Emma of the world's most powerful country to arrive.

As a result, in the end, there was still no news of the astrologer of Ost. Emma. In desperation, the ritual of divination of the year name could only be started.

La Rochelle, Solkonan.

The sunny winter sun did not dispel the gloom over the royal palace. Anastasia Herman sat high on the throne, resting her chin in one hand, listening to the statements of the ministers below:

"Your Majesty, Palannia has once again challenged us. There are clues that they are already preparing to launch a formal attack on our country..."

"Haven't they been repelled many times?" Anastasia Herman glanced at the minister who spoke, "Or do you have any new ideas?"

"I think maybe we can take a step back..." Before the minister could finish speaking, a group of ministers belonging to the military on the opposite side cast their cold eyes on him.

The queen on the throne let out a chuckle, then raised her hand casually towards him.

"His Majesty?"

Before the minister could react, the guards on both sides had already stepped up, grabbed his arms and pulled him towards the outside of the palace, and another guard with a big ax walked towards the square outside the palace. screams.

And with a "click" sound, the screams disappeared.

"Take bribes and collude with foreign countries, beheaded."

At this moment, Anastasia spoke out her accusation lightly, and then rested her cheek again, her voice was low and majestic:
"next."

"Your Majesty, I think it is not appropriate to announce the year of the gods to the people. This year is too swaying. Nearly 80.00% of the people in our country are believers in Yuanchu. They believe that Danya cares for us. The stars shine on us..."

"I think maybe we can make up a false year name, at least not so..."

As the minister was talking, seeing Anastasia's cold eyes, he suddenly couldn't continue.

"Chen... it's just a suggestion, that's all..."

The current royal palace has been completely controlled by Anastasia, and the power of the southern faction has been wiped out under Anastasia's iron fist-this was not an easy task before, but Duke Marcellus However, it was rare to give Solkonan's southern faction support, which allowed Anastasia to complete all this with great ease.

Today's ministers are very aware of Anastasia's temperament. You can speak freely, as long as you are really thinking and contributing to this country.But if you turn your ass towards foreign countries and do things against La Rochelle's interests, then I'm sorry--

It's not that it's not forbidden to speak to the minister who wants to change the year name, but it's just that such words really don't have enough ability to persuade Anastasia, which is tantamount to asking for trouble.

"Is there anything else to say?" Anastasia glanced at the officials below, closed her eyes a little tiredly for a moment, saw that no one spoke again, and then prepared to adjourn the meeting.

But before she could speak, the guards knelt down in front of the throne and reported loudly:
"His Majesty!"

"The Marquis of Amasir, the Marquis of Cyril Adrian, has arrived outside the gate of the palace, requesting to go to court to participate in politics!"

At this moment, Anastasia suddenly stood up.

His eyes were bright, and he looked expectantly outside the palace door.

(End of this chapter)