Great, I'm surrounded by villains.

Chapter 452: Outsider

As a doctor, Duan Mingyuan gave the Dark Night Witch a simple treatment on her wounds, so that she would not die in a short time at least.

Walking up the spiral staircase, he suddenly felt a little empty inside.

He likes victories that come easily, and this is almost the main theme of his life. On the road of his life, for the first time, he encounters a strong man who may require him to try his best to fight against him. However, when he arrives at the place of the final decisive battle, he is told that this strong man cannot participate in this battle because of internal strife.

Without an heir, even the last obstacle disappeared.

Duan Mingyuan maintained a steady pace, and the journey took him quite a while.

At the top of the tower, the throne became tilted due to the fall just now. A faint fragment of soul was bound to the throne. In His current state, it would turn into nothingness with just a pinch of the hand.

"However, this is the norm in the Land of Eternal Night."

Duan Mingyuan stood in front of the throne and said, "This is the tone you set for this world."

It was written in "Genesis" that the void demons are synonymous with chaos and disorder. They abide by the law of the jungle. The upper demons have absolute dominance over the lower demons. In this plane, weakness itself is the greatest sin.

If you want to become a war lord, any means are allowed.

Sneak attacks, poisoning, or even group fights without any honor, as long as they can eliminate dissidents, they are good methods.

1721 faithfully followed the laws of the Land of Eternal Night, but the Dark Night Witch, being a foreigner, mistakenly believed this stranger who claimed that he had no interest in inheriting the throne, which led to her being stabbed in the back.

All this happened right in front of the ancestor. Duan Mingyuan didn't know what he would feel after witnessing everything.

The soul fragment on the throne did not share the "declaration of victory" with him, but only mechanically extended an invitation to Duan Mingyuan.

It seems that with the passage of time, his thinking has long stopped, and he can only stay here mechanically, waiting for the arrival of his successor.

But in Duan Mingyuan's view, this may not be a bad thing.

Put yourself in his shoes. If he were the one sitting on the throne, he would probably be so angry that he would get a brain hemorrhage on the spot when he saw the last two heirs quarreling in front of the throne, resulting in both sides being injured and a outsider taking advantage of the situation.

"I am not your successor."

Although the soul fragment may not be able to hear his voice, it still made its intention clear.

He is not the kind of person who quits.

The throne has lost its successor, but the dark energy surging in the Land of Eternal Night remains a big problem.

Duan Mingyuan reached out his right hand towards the location of the soul fragment. When his fingertips touched the fragment, an electric shock-like feeling surged up.

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Meanwhile, on the other side.

This was the second day that the Third Prince spent in the Holy Metropolitan Cathedral. Judging from the time, it was the darkest period before dawn, but the lights outside the window were bright.

With the addition of the "Goddess of Life", the condition of the wounded on the ground stabilized. However, the air battle above their heads continued. Every once in a while, a falling battleship would streak across the sky.

A moment later, Coyote Twelve pushed the door open and walked in.

"I just received news that the flagships of September and Baptism have safely left the war zone."

Just as the deputy captain had expected, under the influence of the parasites, Universal Company and Flash Flag Chamber of Commerce had become bloodthirsty. More and more fleets were involved in the battle, and no one had the leisure to chase after the two flagships that had left the star zone.

But the third prince did not follow Duan Mingyuan's advice and decided to stay in the Holy City Cathedral.

This grand "fireworks party" always made him feel that something was not right.

Logically speaking, this is the headquarters of the Church of the Embers, and all the technologies of the Empire of the Sun are rooted here. As long as the Church of the Embers fully commits itself to the battle, the air battle will soon end in a one-sided situation and end with the complete defeat of the Flash Flag Chamber of Commerce.

But up to now, he has observed that apart from activating the "energy network" to prevent the city from being destroyed by the crashed flagship, the Holy City has not used any weapons of war.

This is also the direct reason why this battle has continued to this day.

He had previously tried to inquire about the situation from the Inquisitor and the Staff Corps, but the official reply he received was that "rashly activating war weapons may accidentally injure friendly forces."

It was as if, faced with a war that could potentially destroy the entire holy city, the Ash Cultists suddenly turned into tolerant and loving subjects of the Sun Prince, unwilling to take heavy-handed action even against the enemies who invaded their homeland.

They did not have this attitude when dealing with the war on Wizard Star before.

"Have you found out the whereabouts of the Pope?"

This is the second order given by the Third Prince to Coyote Twelve.

Not only that, he also observed another strange phenomenon.

Right now is the most chaotic period in the Holy City, with threats from the Night Witch and the Void Demon within and the invasion of the Flash Flag Merchant Guild fleet outside. Someone is needed to step up and take charge of the situation, but the Pope, who was supposed to be in charge of the overall situation, suddenly disappeared.

In fact, the Pope has never appeared in public since he led people to "study refrigerators."

It is obvious that the refrigerator is useless now. The Dark Night Witch's actions have entered the next stage. The war between the company and the Chamber of Commerce is inevitable. Even if the Pope really brought out the refrigerator, it would no longer be able to keep up with the version.

“People in the church didn’t want to talk about it, but I still thought of some solutions.”

Coyote Twelve smiled slightly. What he was referring to was naturally the methods used by the interstellar mercenaries.

Like sneaking into the quarantined area of ​​the church.

"If nothing unexpected happens, the Pope should be hiding in the sanctuary below the cathedral. Only people with the authority of an inquisitor can pass through there."

After that, he added, "He hasn't come out since he went in yesterday."

"Come on, take me there."

"Do you know how to get in?"

Coyote Twelve was a little surprised. He wandered at the entrance for a long time and was almost discovered by the patrolling stick team several times, but in the end he could not find a way to get in.

"Before Baptism left, I was given a 'door card'. Maybe that's what it was used for."

The Third Prince said, Perhaps even Baptism had noticed the Pope's abnormality.

Even a fool knows that with such a big thing happening outside, the Pope and the backbone of the church hiding in the basement are definitely not hiding to make refrigerators. There must be something more important there than dealing with the war between the company and the Flash Flag Chamber of Commerce.

Simply put, the Pope is not a sanctimonious good guy.

This was the first thought that came to the Third Prince's mind when he met him.

"Walk."

"You have to be mentally prepared."

The Third Prince stopped Coyote Twelve who was about to leave, "This trip may not return."

What they are about to explore is the deepest secret hidden by the Church of Embers.

In fact, as early as the evacuation in September, he planned to let Coyote Twelve evacuate with the Fortress, but Coyote Twelve was determined to stay in the Holy Metropolis Cathedral with him.

"When have I ever been afraid of something like this?"

Coyote Twelve said disdainfully, "People like me live with our heads tied to our belts every day."

If he had not met Duan Mingyuan and others on the Jiqiao Star, he would now be on a battleship that was exchanging fire with the Universal Company, sinking several enemy ships and then falling with the entire ship.

"People can die, but they cannot die unclearly."

Coyote Twelve walked first, he trusted the judgment of the Third Prince.

Even if they were to die in the "basement" of the Holy Metropolitan Cathedral today, they would be able to find out what the church was planning, "and you will definitely need someone to pass on what happened there."

Coyote Twelve pointed to his chest.

All the parts below his head have been innovated. He specially installed a camera function on his chest. "If something unexpected happens to us, what happened in the 'basement' will be transmitted to the consciousness space of the Fortress and the Prisoner Star at the same time. Owl will find a way to convey the news to the whole world."

Coyote Twelve was very excited.

He never expected that a rough man like him who had been fighting and killing for most of his life would have to complete such a delicate job as an undercover reporter.

"Then let's go and find out the secret of the church—"

"This is not a good idea, the Third Prince and... Mr. Coyote Twelve."

A gloomy voice came from around the corner.

The Third Prince paused. Surrounded by the staff-bearing team, the long-missing Pope actually walked towards them. "This is the Cathedral of the Holy City. Your every move here is under our surveillance, including Mr. Coyote Twelve's every move just now."

The polite tone makes people feel cold.

Coyote Twelve put his hand on the gun, ready to draw it at any time.

"Given your behavior just now, I could put you in a cell immediately, but that would be against the rules of hospitality."

The Pope simply winked, and three inquisitors appeared behind the two men, completely blocking their retreat. Then, he smiled a seemingly kind smile and said in an imperative tone, "Since you are interested in what's going on there, let me personally lead the way for you."

"Are you just going to let this meaningless war continue? Don't forget that the threat from the Wizarding Society has not been resolved yet..."

"If you mean the Night Witch, there's no need to worry about her anymore."

"We have more important things to deal with than war," the pope said.

"I've heard about your feud with the Wizarding Society."

The Third Prince's gaze did not retreat. "The next question is out of my personal curiosity. When you visited the Wizard Star, what did you see from the fortune-teller's prophecy?"

The Pope did not answer immediately.

This question brought back distant memories.

In that era, the Church of Embers and the Wizard Star still maintained friendly exchanges.

He seemed to be back in the dimly lit fortune-telling room.

The most outstanding fortune teller on Wizard Star was sitting opposite him, her hands hovering over the crystal ball, staring at the changes in the crystal ball.

"Ms. Fortuneteller, how far into the future can your prophecy skills foresee?"

the Pope asked curiously.

"It depends on the object of divination."

The fortune teller smiled, but the next moment, her smile froze on her face.

She stared at the changes in the crystal ball, and the Pope naturally saw the same scene.

"Your prophecy skills are truly well-deserved."

The Pope was generous with his praise.

Just as he opened his mouth, a blade emerged from the shadows and pierced the fortune teller's back. The dagger that should not have been able to hurt the witch took the fortune teller's life in an instant.

The blood dyed the crystal ball red, and the fortune teller fell in front of the crystal ball with his eyes wide open.

……

"It's a demon."

The Pope stopped reminiscing and said what he had stated countless times, "They are the descendants of the Void Demon."

The war launched by the Church of Embers against the Wizard Star was entirely a just act to punish the Void Demons.

There is no doubt about it.

(End of this chapter)