Stop hypnotizing me, villain princess!

Chapter 250 Proposal (1.4w)

The roots of the Holy Spirit Tree glowed with a pale golden fluorescence under the moonlight.

Xia Asolant knelt on one knee at the top of the tree canopy, the body of the God Ancestor entangled by countless translucent threads of fate.

The threads with golden runes were trying to sew him together with the strange ball of light in the center of the tree trunk. Every time he struggled, a crack appeared on his left shoulder - that was the price of being eroded by the "Prisoner of Fate".

"He's an interesting guy."

The God Ancestor Xia sneered at the void.

The next moment, pale flames ignited at his fingertips without warning, instantly burning the threads of fate entangled on his body.

He suddenly recalled the infinity mark that was floating above Lin En at that time. He felt vaguely familiar with it, but no matter how hard he tried, he could not remember the relevant fragments of memory.

Having survived for tens of thousands of years, over such a long time scale, many memories will inevitably become faded with the passage of time.

The God Ancestor Xia knew very well that although his strength had been greatly reduced after crossing the long river of time of 100,000 years, he could still be said to be invincible in terms of the time dimension of this world.

The young man's body was only at the second level, but he could briefly possess the strength to compete with him, which really surprised him.

Thinking back on his life, which seemed like a life full of cheats, the God Ancestor Xia, whose emotions had long been exhausted in the long timeline, actually felt a little irritated, which was extremely rare.

At least when he was at the second level, he did not have means like Lin En.

Although it can be concluded that Lin En borrowed external force at that time, this kind of external force was so incredible that even the God Ancestor Xia found it incredible.

He found it hard to accept that there was such a person who lived in the same era as his past self but possessed more powerful means than his past self.

This is the pride of the God Ancestor.

If it weren't for the fact that he had traveled across a hundred thousand years and his time limit was almost reached, he would definitely have found out the secret about Lin En.

But now He no longer has that much time.

Even if one is so powerful, fighting against time is still an extremely difficult task.

So in this remaining time, He still has something very important to do.

As the protagonist of the world, in the original novel, until the end, the God Ancestor Xia never had sex with the eldest princess Hillelina.

Although sex and love are nothing but illusory consumables for God, He still has regrets in His heart.

As an eternal god, he should not care about the emotions of mortals, but whenever he thought of Hillina's clear eyes, and thought of this woman who was known as the most beautiful in the Saint Laurent Empire, those so-called divinities would faintly fluctuate.

Especially after having just experienced Tia’s betrayal, the God Ancestor Xia became extremely vigilant.

Obviously, as the strongest god, he vaguely sensed a sense of incompatibility from fate. Recalling the strange means that came from fate when he just fought with Lin En, he had to pay attention.

Thinking of this, the figure of the God Ancestor Xia gradually faded.

In fact, just when the God Ancestor Xia was "worrying about" Hillelina, Hillelina was also rushing towards the Holy Spirit Tree.

At this moment, the spire of Elohet Palace was looming in the golden light of the tree canopy, and the sacred tree that had been silent for a thousand years was now beating like a heart.

Hilina's fingertips unconsciously touched the necklace given to her by her grandfather. The cold gem produced a strange resonance with the sacred tree.

In her memory of the past twenty years, the Holy Spirit Tree had never moved so strangely.

The words of the prophecy flashed in my mind.

"When the golden beam of light penetrates the sky, the brave savior emerges!"

She suddenly recalled the corresponding content in the Chronicles of Shino.

That was her favorite book in her life.

I love the intrigues and wars, heroes and blood, beauties and tenderness in it.

This princess, who grew up in the midst of palace intrigue, still had some innocent fantasies in her heart. At this moment, her heartbeat quickened, just like the princess in the book who was saved by the brave man.

She subconsciously smoothed the wrinkles on her skirt, as if she was about to meet the hero in the knight novel she had secretly hidden under her pillow.

The golden halo of the Holy Spirit Tree swayed in the night wind, and Hillina's platinum long hair seemed to be coated with a layer of dreamy luster.

When she passed through the last shadow of a tree, the scene before her made her breath stop - a blond boy stood tall, the moonlight outlined his handsome figure, and his deep blue eyes flowed with a tenderness she had never seen before.

For some reason, Hilina's heart was pounding, and an indescribable emotion surged in her heart.

The person in front of her seemed both familiar and unfamiliar, so much so that she didn't know how to start talking for a moment.

"Your Highness, long time no see."

The gentle voice of God Ancestor Xia came softly, making Hillina a little stunned.

The young man in front of her looked so familiar, but for some reason, he made her feel a little strange.

He walked towards her slowly, and every step made the light and shadows on the ground tremble.

Hillina stared at the other person. For some reason, her usual shrewdness and rationality that allowed her to see through people's hearts all went offline, and her breathing became a little rapid.

She really wanted to stop the other party's presumptuous behavior, but when the words came to her lips, she couldn't say them.

At the end of the day, women are emotional creatures.

What's more, she already had a deep affection for this subordinate who had once saved her life and was with her day and night.

At this moment, these good feelings vaguely coincided with certain guesses in her heart. Under the shining light of the Holy Spirit Tree, it made Hillina unable to distinguish between illusion and reality.

Looking at the blond boy who stood out against the towering trees in front of him, and recalling the contents of the ancient prophecy, that guess seemed to be gradually turning into reality.

The young man in front of him, serving his subordinate Shia Asolant, is the savior of the prophecy.

But how is this possible?

While Hillina was still immersed in shock and confusion, the next moment, the boy suddenly did something she could never have imagined.

"I have been waiting for this moment for the past 100,000 years."

He knelt on one knee toward the woman in front of him.

At the same time, thousands of golden points of light suddenly burst out from the branches of the Holy Spirit Tree, like a crushed galaxy pouring down. Each grain of light drew tiny traces of light in the night sky, interweaving into a flowing golden gauze, enveloping the two in this dreamy star rain.

The scene before her made Hillina stand there in a daze. She had only seen this kind of scene in novels, where it was a treatment reserved for the male and female protagonists.

As expected of the stud male protagonist in the original novel, Shenzu Xia seemed to be very familiar with the situation at such a time.

He raised his right hand, and a ring inlaid with a blood-red gem quietly appeared in his palm. The ring was wrapped with fine golden silk thread, and a mysterious halo was flowing under the moonlight.

Proposal?

Are you, are you, are you crazy?!
After realizing what the boy in front of her had done, Hillina's brain instantly froze.

After a moment, a unique blush spread along her cheeks and behind her ears.

In the past twenty years, as a member of the royal family, she strictly abided by the court etiquette and had very little contact with men of the same age, let alone love.

So this sudden and outrageous move really caught her off guard.

It was obvious that before this, the relationship between her and Xia was just that of a superior and a subordinate, and even if there was some ambiguity, it was far from rising to the level of love.

But for some reason, at this moment, a trace of throbbing emotion suddenly emerged in Hillina's heart, as if something was faintly sprouting in the depths of her consciousness.

If she thought about it carefully, wasn't this exactly the perfect love between a knight and a princess that she had always hoped and fantasized about?
Hillelina's heart was completely confused.

She didn't know what her true thoughts were deep in her heart, and subconsciously clenched her slender fingers.

On the other hand, after witnessing Hillina's reaction, God Ancestor Xia was not surprised.

After all, at this point in time, the relationship between him and his future wife was far from progressing to that point.

Of course, this was not a problem for him at all.

There was a faint golden light in the eyes of the God Ancestor Xiya, and the Holy Spirit Tree beside him suddenly burst into a breathtaking brilliance. Thousands of starlights poured into Xilina's mind like a tide, and fragments of memories from the distant future exploded in the depths of her consciousness -

On a night of torrential rain, the ancestor of gods, Xia, used his cloak to build a shield for her, and the rain dripped down his golden hair onto her trembling eyelashes; on the battlefield of the gods with corpses everywhere, his bloody fingers gently stroked the ends of her bloody hair, with the burning bones of gods behind him...

And those gentle whispers hidden deep in her memory were now like a tide, constantly rolling in Hillina's mind and impacting her cognition.

"I take the Holy Spirit Tree as my witness and the blood of the gods as my oath." Xia raised his head slightly and met Hilina's eyes. "Are you willing to be my bride?"

Hearing these words, Hillelina's body trembled slightly.

"I"

When she came to her senses, she found that her left hand had been gently raised and slowly extended towards the blond boy.

At this moment, the ring in the palm of the God Ancestor Xia suddenly burst into a brilliant light.

The crystal clear petals slowly unfolded under the moonlight, each petal emitting a star-like halo, contrasting with the faint silver-white mark on Hillina's collarbone.

The warm light passed by like a spring breeze, creating ripples in her heart, as if thousands of stars were flowing through her blood, and finally turned into a gentle sigh in her heart.

The ring inlaid with the blood-red gem was also smoothly put on the ring finger of Hillina's left hand.

According to the traditional customs of the Saint Laurent Empire, when a woman wears a ring on the ring finger of her left hand, it means that she accepts the other party's proposal.

The atmosphere was easily pushed to a climax by the God Ancestor Xia, and the ambiguity between the two reached its peak.

The God Ancestor Xia stood up naturally and wanted to embrace Hillina, who had become his fiancée, in his arms.

But before he could put this action into practice, his eyes suddenly flashed with a hint of anger, and then dimmed.

Just when everything was about to reach the final moment, the damn arrival deadline finally arrived.

As the last wisp of consciousness slowly separated from this body, the God Ancestor Xia returned to where He was one hundred thousand years later.

The halo of the Holy Spirit Tree gradually dissipated, and the boy's outstretched arm suddenly froze in mid-air. The divine light faded like a tide, and Xia's body fell forward uncontrollably, and the whole person fell heavily on the ground covered with petals.

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Faced with the sudden change, Hillina was unable to come back to her senses for a short time. She was still staring at the ring on her finger, and a rosy halo was flowing in her eyes.

The throbbing that he had never experienced before spread in his chest, and even the tips of his ears were dyed the crimson color of the sunset.

She clearly remembered that when the ring was slowly slipped onto her ring finger, a warm current spread along her fingertips and throughout her body. It was an indescribable feeling.

It was unknown how long it took before Hillina slowly calmed down, took a deep breath, and calmed her violently beating heart.

Looking at Xia lying on the ground unable to move, to be honest, it is indeed difficult to connect him with the Xia just now.

But through the fragments of future memories transmitted to her mind by the God Ancestor Xia, Hillelina gradually learned some things.

She also believed that what had just happened was not a dream but real.

Hillina stroked the ring on her left hand, a hint of joy and excitement emerging in the depths of her eyes.

Although the young man, lying on the ground unable to move, looked a little embarrassed, his posture of kneeling on one knee just now was deeply engraved in her heart.

On the other hand, Xia, who was omnipotent a second ago, was now so weak that he couldn't even lift a finger.

This is the aftereffect of being possessed by a god across the long river of time.

At this moment, he regained control of his body and had full memory of what happened tonight.

Although he felt a little regretful that he could not successfully embrace Hillina in his arms, looking at Hillina's blushing face and the blood-red ring on her left hand that symbolized intimacy, the depression caused by Tia's betrayal was immediately swept away.

After all, Tia is just the Saint of the Church of Silence.

And Hillelina is the eldest princess of the Saint Laurent Empire. With his assistance, she will surely ascend the throne in the future.

So in Xia's opinion, Hillelina is superior to Tia in every aspect.

Not only that, at the last moment before the God Ancestor Xia left his body, he told him a secret.

A dark secret that shocked him immensely.

The ring given to Hillina actually holds a secret.

At this time, another dark-patterned ring on Xia's slender ring finger was glowing faintly.

This pair of rings is guided by divine blood and bound by time, and can even sense each other's moods across time and space.

If Hillina's feelings for Xia waver in the slightest, the ring on his finger will gradually dim.

And if one day she breaks her oath and falls in love with another man, Xia's ring will be completely turned into dust along with the divine power contained in it.

In other words, this is actually a surveillance camera that monitors Hillina's feelings for him at all times.

With Tia's example in mind, even the God Ancestor Xia was unwilling to repeat the same mistake.

To some extent, he didn't really like Hillina, but perhaps it was more of possessiveness at work.

As Tia's eyelashes trembled slightly, the silver moonlight was wandering along the gilded patterns of the altar, and finally gathered in her body.

This is the residual power of the moon goddess Beatrice, which is restoring her broken body.

The next second, her consciousness gradually regained consciousness.

At the same time, the magic matrices embedded in the church dome suddenly rippled, like silver foil crushed by invisible hands, and tiny spots of light fell on her pale cheeks.

After a moment, Tia finally saw where she was.

This is the Moonlight Altar inside the Church of Silence. Even for her, a saint of the church, it is difficult for her to set foot here.

At this moment, she was lying on a bed made of moonstone. The crystal clusters inlaid on the bed frame were like solidified galaxies, and every edge reflected distorted moonlight.

And around her, there were densely packed figures standing.

The outermost layer was the guardian knights from the Inquisition wearing silver armor, and closer in were familiar faces wearing moon-white robes.

Looking around, all of them were high-ranking officials from the Church of Silence.

The scene before her was something Tia, a saint, had never seen before.

Sister Grete was standing beside many high-ranking church officials at this time. Everyone focused their eyes on her, which made her feel a little flustered.

She didn't know how long she had been asleep, and even if she woke up now, she was in a very bad state.

In the end what happened?
The next second, accompanied by a dizziness in her mind, she subconsciously covered her forehead, followed by countless fragments of memory rushing out.

Moonlight Scripture, Beatrice, Devil Boy, Chaos, Guardian.
The last moment of memory was spent on the wounded Lin En.

Finally, everything that happened that night gradually came to mind.

Tia's fragile little heart suddenly began beating violently.

First of all, she was very sure that her former self, the Moon Goddess Tia, who had descended into her body 100,000 years ago, had completely disappeared at this moment. Only a trace of divinity that originally belonged to Beatrice remained flowing in her body.

One hundred thousand years later, the God Ancestor Xia came across the river of time and space, and an unprecedented battle broke out between him, Miss Witch and Lin En. As for the ending, Tia was not clear. Just a trace of the battle leaked out made her faint completely.

Thinking of this, her heart seemed to skip a beat, and she subconsciously went to look for her beloved.

Just a trace of the aftermath was enough to almost kill her on the spot as she was possessed by the god.

That guy is so weak, could it be that...
Tia hurriedly got up. An intense sadness surged into her heart, making it almost impossible for her to breathe. She even ignored the onlookers around her.

But what she didn't expect was.

It was just such a small action, but it instantly caused the surprise of everyone present.

"Your Highness, you."

Especially the middle-aged man in the lead, who was wearing a priest robe and had a solemn and majestic face. He couldn't help but clenched the scepter inlaid with the relief of the moonlight angel in his hand, and seemed to be hesitant to speak.

His name is Stel, he is the unified archbishop of the Glostin Diocese and the most powerful person in the entire Silence Church except for the Goddess of the Moon.

Moreover, he is one of the few men in the church.

According to rumors, he seems to have half forest elf blood, which can be seen from his pointed and long ears.

Perhaps this is why Beatrice, the perverted goddess who advocates aesthetics, chose him to be the Pope.

Seeing Archbishop Stell taking action, Sister Grete also took two steps forward. Her somewhat old eyes stared at Tia, with complex emotions flashing in them.

After all, in a sense, the girl in front of her was the vessel she had chosen for the goddess not long ago, but now a change comparable to a reversal of positions had taken place.

On the other side, noticing the expressions of the crowd, Tia instantly realized the problem.

At this moment, everyone present looked at her with hesitation and awe, as if they wanted to verify a guess in their hearts.

The reason is simple.

The Moonlight Scripture is a ritual performed by Beatrice, whose body has been polluted, in order to plunder Tia's body.

However, no church member was present to watch the entire process, so naturally no one knew whether the ceremony was successful or not, and whether the real Moon Goddess Beatrice had replaced the former Saint Tia.

This is an unknown to everyone in the church.

But as loyal believers of the Bright Moon Goddess, including Archbishop Stel, no one dared to ask at this time, because in their view it was undoubtedly a blasphemy and offense to the gods.

After realizing this, Tia took a deep breath.

Perhaps she had completely escaped her original fate of death, or perhaps everything that happened that night allowed her to grow up in a short period of time. In short, faced with such a situation, she did not show any panic or flaws like before.

As a saint of the Vatican, her depth of study of divine texts far exceeds that of 90% of cardinals. Those obscure knowledge are like transparent crystal in her eyes.

So in some aspects, Tia's understanding of miracles and history is actually no less than that of Archbishop Ster.

But even so, she still believed that what happened in Shenyue was absolutely unimaginable to these people.

After all, killing gods is too absurd.

Even if she had not witnessed the incident, she would never believe such a thing.

So at this moment, all the church leaders present, including Sister Gerrit and the Archbishop, believed that with the strength and status of the Moon Goddess Beatrice, even though there were some minor incidents in the process, she still achieved her goal and occupied Tia's body.

As the most loyal believers of the Moon Goddess, they firmly believe that She possesses supreme power.

While ordinary believers were still trying to figure out the deeper meaning behind the moon's changes that night, these devout believers believed they already knew everything - that was the holy sign of the coming of the Moon Goddess, enough to attract the attention of the gods.

They had no reason to think that the Moon Goddess would fail.

In other words, in their eyes, the girl who appeared before them at this moment was no longer the silent saint Tia of the past, but the bright moon goddess whom everyone worshipped devoutly.

No one knows what really happened that night.

No one knows.

After realizing this, Tia felt relieved.
She knew very well what she had to do at the moment.

It was not just to protect himself, the main purpose was to see Lin En as soon as possible.

Lin En has not yet escaped the fate of being wanted, and his current strength is weak, let alone the fourth level. Even if he is a sixth-level demigod at this time, plus the identity of the Silent Saint, it will be difficult for him to help Lin En in the shocking storm brewing by those enemies.

For the second time in her life, Tia felt so insignificant.

As for the first time, it was naturally during the gap between the gods and the moon.

We must master more powerful power, only in this way can we help him!

This thought suddenly came to my mind.

Tia is not stupid. She naturally knows that the situation before her is not only a hardship for her, but also an unprecedented opportunity.

A chance to take charge of the Church of Silence.

Thinking of this, Tia stood up from the moonstone altar and instantly brought her acting skills to their full potential.

The panic and confusion on his face just now disappeared in an instant, replaced by a superior indifference and majesty.

What needs to be done is actually very simple.

She would play the role of Beatrice, pretending that she had been possessed by another spirit, and face the church's top leaders as a god.

Only in this way can she directly or indirectly control the Church of Silence and have the right to speak that is enough to subvert the situation in the turbulent undercurrents of the imperial capital.

The more she displayed her unquestionable dominance at this moment, the more she could prove her identity.

At this moment, dawn broke in the sky, and a ray of morning light passed through the stained glass, casting a holy halo on Tia's face.

She tiptoed lightly and walked slowly towards the altar, with the bright and pure moonlight lingering behind her.

Archbishop Stel behaved extremely piously. He bowed to the ground the moment Tia stepped down from the altar. The core members of the Church of Silence behind him immediately followed suit.

Although the Church of Silence, the Church of Heavenly Principle, and the Church of Plenty are known as the three major churches in the Saint Laurent Empire, the Church of Silence has not had an easy time in recent years. The number of their believers has grown extremely slowly, and their living space has been constantly squeezed by the Church of Heavenly Principle and the Church of Plenty.

As archbishop, Stir faced extremely severe pressure.

It's not that he didn't come up with corresponding countermeasures, but the results were minimal.

Now that the great God has come to the world, all the obstacles and difficulties that once stood before us will be swept away.

This gave Stell an indescribable feeling of joy!
"Goddess is on top!"

Stell raised his arms and shouted, taking the lead in acknowledging the great existence before him, which set the tone for the whole thing.

He raised the scepter inlaid with the relief of twelve-winged angels, and the holy light at the tip of the scepter instantly burst out, reflecting a holy moonlight totem on the dome of the church.

At the same time, outside the church, countless church members who were kneeling on the ground, ready to listen to God's will, were inspired and began to sing hymns.

The endless power of faith gathered into a silver thread and finally gathered into Tia's body. She could clearly feel that her strength was rapidly rising at an incredible speed.

Is this the authority that remained in Beatrice after her death?
Tia was a little surprised.

However, recalling the fact that she had already become the second generation Moon Goddess one hundred thousand years later, she fell silent again.

But no matter what kind of confusion she has in her heart right now, the play must go on.

Judging from the results, she had already conquered all the church leaders present with her acting skills, except for one person.

Sister Gretel!
Although she had already humbly bowed to the people around her, her eyes were still filled with some hesitation.

In the entire Church of Silence, there is probably no one who knows Tia better than Sister Grete. After all, she was the child she raised since she was a child.

So at this moment, she still had some doubts.

Because the expression a person shows when they just wake up is a subconscious reaction, not false.

The strange look on Tia's face when she woke up just now is still vivid in my mind.

After weighing the pros and cons, out of loyalty to the Moon Goddess, she decided to stand up and said something that was somewhat inappropriate.

"My Lady Goddess, your aura at the moment seems to be a little..."

weak.

This blasphemous word could not and dared not utter it out of her own mouth.

But even so, the words just now were enough to anger the gods.

Archbishop Stell, who was in an excited state, had never expected Sister Grete to do such a thing. He turned his head in shock and anger and stared at the senior nun in front of him.

What are you doing? !

What do you want to do?!

Just as Archbishop Stell was about to reprimand Sister Grete for daring to offend the majesty of God, Tia took the first step.

She had already noticed the strangeness of Sister Grete in the crowd and had made corresponding preparations.

If it were in the past, living in the shadow of Sister Grit, she would never have thought of resisting her.

But now, when she puts the safety of her beloved boy before everything else, those previous psychological traumas are not worth mentioning.

The next moment, Tia raised her hand slightly, and the entire church was immediately engulfed by the endless stream of bright moonlight, with a hint of divine fluctuations in her every move.

In an instant, the church dome suddenly cracked with starlight, and the moonlight condensed into a solid body that wrapped around Tia, emitting a white halo, which was amazing!
That was the power that Beatrice had left in her body, which she was now using.

The higher the rank of the being, the more they can appreciate the power contained in this force, and the more humble they will be.

Sensing that hint of divine aura, Stell's body suddenly trembled violently, a look of emotion emerged on his face, and his already lowered head lowered a little further.

Sister Gerrit's expression froze on her face instantly.

The next second, the moonlight poured down and solidified into words under her feet:
“The humble have eternal life!”

This miraculous scene shocked everyone present. They all prostrated themselves on the ground and prayed devoutly to the great moon goddess Beat Alice.

Especially Archbishop Stell, who now wanted to kill Sister Grete.

"Great goddess!" Sister Grete regretted her reckless behavior and turned pale in an instant. "I have never blasphemed or offended you. Please forgive the sins of your devout believers."

At this moment, everyone bowed their heads in fear and trepidation, not daring to look directly at the god.

Seeing this, Tia did not continue to attack, because she knew very well that she was acting and it did not mean that she possessed the complete power of a god.

So some things have to be kept in moderation.

"Goddess is on top!"

“Silence forever!”

"Glory to the Moon Throne!"

Archbishop Stel raised his hands high and kept worshipping Tia, with a pious and fanatical expression on his face.

At the same time, the first ray of sunlight pierced through the blood-red clouds, illuminating the entire Grosstin, and then fell on the dome of the church. The originally bright sunlight finally turned into silver-white moonlight pouring down, penetrating the statue of the Moon Goddess in the center of the church.

"When the moonlight pierces the holy images, when lies become holy words, the real war has just begun..."

Listening to the countless believers chanting hymns outside the church, Bishop Stir stood up and walked forward holding the damaged "Book of Silence".

Tia's face was calm and indifferent.

At this moment, she has already taken over the behemoth of the Church of Silence, and the ray of light that penetrates the gap of the Divine Moon will also become the thread for her to weave the warps and wefts of power and intrigue.

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At the same time, at Bart Leon Manor.

"elder brother."

Eleanor knelt on the carpet beside the bed, her clothes already soaked with tears. She clutched the corner of Lynn's clothes tightly, as if he would disappear again if she let go.

At this moment, the young man was covered in blood, lying on the bed with a pale face, motionless, as if he was dead.

At first glance, his body was covered with wounds so deep that the bones could be seen, as well as hideous marks that were constantly healing but then being burned again by invisible forces.

No one could recover from such horrific injuries.

If Her Royal Highness the Princess had not been using her own strength to hold on to Lin En's last breath, he would have probably died on the spot during the Divine Moon Gap.

The last time Lin En was in the Sauron Mountains, he was also seriously injured, but his current condition is dozens of times worse than that time.

"how so……"

Afia's eyes were misty with tears and her fingers clenched unconsciously.

Morris stood aside silently with a complicated look in his eyes.

He had never seen Lin En so weak. Even when facing a Level 0 Sealed Object, the boy always had a nonchalant smile on his face, as if everything was under his control.

But now, it's like a body with the soul sucked out.

And in this chaos, only Yvesette never let go of Lynn's hand.

The luxurious dress had already been soaked with blood, and dark red bloodstains formed hideous patterns on the hem of the skirt.

"do not do that"

She begged with a trembling voice, her whole body broken.

Yvesette's slender white fingers tightly hugged Lynn's back, wanting to rub this man who always disappeared without permission into her bones and blood.

At this moment, she looked like a lost little girl, afraid that her beloved things would fly to a place where she would never be able to catch up in the next second.

It was not until Lynn's almost imperceptible breath brushed her neck that Yvesette realized that her silent tears had wet his shoulders.

The healing light flickered in her palm.

She was already in poor physical condition, and her face became even paler as she treated Lin En's injuries.

But even so, Yvesette was stubborn and refused to let go.

Why do you always leave her alone?

Her heart was as dry as a dead tree.

She thought that after their separation at the Sauron Mountains, she would never see him again in this life, but the boy in front of her acted so recklessly once again, deeply hurting her heart.

Yvesette looked at Lynn's bloodless lips in dismay, and her trembling fingertips touched the shocking wound on Lynn's chest.

This wound was deeper than any before, and it flamed ominously at the edges.

Even if she poured her treasured moonlight liquid on it, it would make a creepy sizzling sound.

The scene in my memory suddenly became blindingly clear.

At the Moonlight Scripture, he was clearly the weakest among those present, but he stood before the person he held dear without hesitation.

Yvesette suddenly clenched her slender fingers, her nails digging deep into her palms. Warm liquid dripped through her fingers, but she couldn't tell whether it was Lynn's blood or her own.

"You guys go out first."

When Lynn's temperature dropped again, Yvesette suddenly said this to everyone present.

Hearing this, Eleanor looked at the woman in front of her with tears in her eyes, as if she wanted to say something, but in the end, with the support of Afiya, she slowly left the room.

After everyone left, she stared at the unconscious Lin En infatuatedly and gently stroked the boy's pale cheek, as if she was showing the tenderness between lovers.

"Don't worry, the master won't let you die."

The whispers echoed faintly in the room, and then gently dissipated into the air.

After an unknown amount of time, Yvesette slowly leaned down, her smooth forehead pressed tightly against Lin's, while she whispered some obscure spell.

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The next moment, a red light suddenly appeared around Ivisette. She poured her blood into Lin En's mouth, but her face turned pale at a speed visible to the naked eye.

This was a taboo method of transferring vitality, and at a time when she was at her wit's end, Iviste used it without hesitation.

Every drop of blood flowing out of her body was squeezing Iviste's already dried up life, but she seemed to feel no pain and instead hugged Lin En tighter.

Her fingertips trembled slightly, and her heart seemed to be grasped tightly by an invisible hand.

But as time went by, a hint of redness appeared on Lin En's originally pale face.

A tug-of-war seemed to be going on inside his body.

The causal punishment of being a "prisoner of fate" and the supreme power of the God Ancestor Xia constantly oppress Lin En, making him like a candle in the wind, on the verge of collapse.

However, Ivester's actions were actually prolonging this process infinitely, constantly adding vitality.

Fortunately, the remaining power of the God Ancestor Xia was eventually weakened by the long river of time and space, and the strange power from the "Prisoner of Fate" was not intended to put him in a deadly situation.

Therefore, Lin En, who should have died, was brought back to the brink of death due to Yvesette's all-out healing.

This meant that tonight at Bart Leon Manor was destined to be a sleepless night.

On the other hand, Grosstin is not as peaceful as it seems.

The fact that Lynn Bartletleon, the first suspect in the serial murder case, appeared in the Church of Silence could not be concealed after all.

With the spread of rumors by those with ulterior motives, it soon spread across the entire imperial capital in an unstoppable manner.

Because the changes that occurred in the Moonlight Scripture that night were so shocking, many forces, including the court, the Tenli Church, the Substitute Punishers, and the military, all turned their attention to Bartleon Manor, trying to find out what happened that night.

"How dare he show up so openly?!"

"Is that freak Third Princess crazy? She's actually protecting a murderer!"

"I heard that some kind of forbidden power erupted inside the Silent Church that night, and even the Archbishop of the Heavenly Principle Church was alarmed..."

Although the specific inside story is unknown, some people witnessed the seriously injured Yvesette taking Lynn back to her manor.

As the prime suspect in the limb-joiner serial murder case and the one who murdered the fourth prince Joshua in public, everyone began to speculate whether he was related to the changes that occurred in the Church of Silence.

The court was furious about this, and Saint Laurent VI directly ordered Yvesette to hand over Lynn immediately, otherwise she would be charged with treason.

Other forces heard the news and took action. The Mandated Punishers Organization and the military mobilized elite troops to surround Iviste's manor.

For a moment, the situation became tense, but no one was the first to take action, as if everyone was afraid.

The next day, under the scorching sun at noon, the captain of the court guard of Saint Laurent VI rode his horse to the gate of the Bartlett estate.

When he unfolded the gold-embossed edict, the parchment shone with a dazzling golden light in the sunlight.

"In compliance with His Majesty's order, Princess Yvestre is ordered to immediately hand over Lynn Bartleron, the 'limb-joiner'. Otherwise..." The captain of the guards' voice was calm and solemn, "She will be charged with treason and executed without mercy."

However, at the moment he finished reading the contents of the parchment, a sacred feather arrow with a silver edge suddenly broke through the air and accurately hit the guard's long leg three inches in front of it, creating a deep pit.

The captain of the palace guards froze in his tracks, and he looked up along with the Punishers and military personnel gathered at the gate of Bartleron Manor.

Afiya was seen standing on the top of the bell tower, holding a sealed longbow in her hand, and the bowstring was still vibrating slightly.

Different from her naivety in the past, after Lin En returned from serious injury this time, she became silent and taciturn, and her emerald green eyes were filled with cold murderous intent.

Obviously, facing the envoy sent by the court, she had the instruction of the third princess Ivester to make such a rebellious and bold move.

This action made everyone present's eyes shrink, and they knew very clearly what this meant.

"Your Highness said," Afia spoke softly, but her voice was clearly heard throughout the manor, "If you don't want to die, get out of here."

This sentence was like a thunderclap, causing an uproar among the various forces watching.

"Crazy. Your Highness the Third Prince is crazy!"

A military colonel in charge of command looked horrified and almost dropped the telescope in his hand.

Among the members sent by the Made Punishers and the three major churches, several high-ranking clergymen exchanged shocked looks.

They knew very well what it meant to disobey the orders of Saint Laurent VI and openly shield a murderer who had angered the whole country.

Not only is it equivalent to completely withdrawing from the king selection ceremony, but it also gives everyone a reason to take action against her!
To go against the army is tantamount to treason!

Outside the manor, the densely packed army was getting agitated and restless.

At the same time, the news that Yvesette had defied the royal family for Lynn spread like wildfire throughout Glostin.

It didn't subside until night fell.

Grosstin hasn't been this lively for a long time.

Saint Laurent VI stood alone at the highest point of the Elochter Palace, his golden robe fluttering in the night wind, his pale beard swaying in the wind, but his eyes never left the besieged manor in the distance.

No one knows what he is thinking at this moment.

All we know is that what is currently surrounding the Third Princess Yvesette and the traitor Lin En is an unprecedented deadlock.

How to break the game?

No one could have imagined it.

At the same time, in the underground secret room of the manor, Yvesette was stroking Lynn's cheek with her bloody fingers.

The hustle and bustle outside seemed to have nothing to do with her, and the only thing left in her world was the unconscious boy.

The severity of Lin En's injuries this time was far beyond her imagination. In the past three days, she worked hard to heal Lin En and prolong his life. She used all her treasured high-level medicines and recovery seals on him without regard for her life, but Lin En still showed no signs of waking up.

"Did you hear that?" She had a beautiful smile on her lips, but she looked so miserable at the moment, "The whole world says I'm crazy..."

so what?

No matter what, as long as I have you, it's enough.

Even if the ending is to fight against the whole world.

So, wake up quickly, your most adorable puppy.

Yvesette buried her little face gently in Lynn's chest, listening to his weak heartbeat.

Perhaps it was because she was too tired, and the injuries she had suffered in the Divine Moon Crack were too severe, so at this moment, there was a trace of fatigue and sadness in the corners of her eyes. She finally lay down beside the young man and fell into a deep sleep.

For a moment, the whole room fell into an unprecedented silence.

Time passes minute by minute.

At a certain moment, the young man held in Ivisette's arms suddenly opened his eyes slowly.

Lin En felt as if he had had a very long dream.

Over the past three days, dozens of conflicts have occurred between the major forces and Ivester's subordinates with the Bartleon Manor as the boundary. Fortunately, both sides have restrained themselves and limited each conflict to small-scale frictions.

But even so, in the dim light of dawn, the lawn in front of the manor was no longer as green as before. Blood soaked every inch of the land, turning this once beautifully trimmed aristocratic lawn into a horrible bloody swamp.

The morning dew mixed with blood condensed into dark red beads on the grass leaves. A crow landed on the blood-stained stone sculpture, with someone's meat still stained on the tip of its beak.

Morris, Afia and the others were already blood-thirsty.

Even Rhine Augusta, who had been tricked by Lin En before and hated Lin En to the core, rushed to the front with Graya this time and fought bloody battles. His right arm was cut by someone. Now he didn't look like a noble young master at all. He looked embarrassed and hideous.

After several days of fierce fighting, few people present were left intact. Morris stood at the highest point of the manor and looked down. The scene before him was so shocking that it was beyond description.

The originally lush green grass had now turned into a bloody swamp, with complete footprints preserved on it - some were deep marks from military boots, some were shallow marks from running barefoot, and there were also long bloody marks left by the dragging of the wounded.

These marks formed bloody paths leading to death.

After this afternoon conflict, there was a rare calm, and the forces surrounding the manor did not launch an attack.

Until the last ray of sunlight disappeared below the horizon, the entire lawn was shrouded in a strange dark red.

Everyone involved in the incident knew that this was destined to be another sleepless night.

As night fell, the earth began to tremble.

At first it was just a slight vibration, like thunder in the distance, but as time went on, the vibration became more and more violent - until the brass wind chimes on the manor tower began to swing wildly, sending out a shrill alarm.

"Is it finally here?"

Morris stood on the top of the clock tower, his eyes reflecting the approaching black line on the horizon.

It was a torrent of thousands of cavalrymen, and the dust raised by their horses' hooves formed a moving sandstorm in the night.

When the first cavalry square stopped three hundred yards from the manor, the entire oak forest trembled.

The black armor of the heavy knights shone coldly in the morning light, and the gold-plated Saint Laurent emblems on their breastplates hurt people's eyes.

"It's the Ironthorn Legion." Afiya flashed to Morris' side and said in a serious voice, "This was the main force of the military that suppressed the rebellion in the North. I didn't expect His Majesty to even bring them here."

The next moment, Graya appeared behind everyone with a complicated expression.

He had not thought that his own prince would dare to do this. After this, the Augusta family would be implicated unprecedentedly.

No one sees any hope of breaking the deadlock. No, maybe there is still a chance.

If Lin En were here, he would definitely be able to find the only way out of this desperate situation.

Just like countless times in the past.

It's a pity that the other party's life or death is unknown at the moment. As a good friend, he has wanted to ask countless times in the past few days, but was always stopped by Ivester's people.

Looking at the iron-blooded and murderous army, Graya's face turned extremely pale.

Everyone knew that the final moment was approaching.

Morris stood by the window, looking at the army outside who were beginning to build fortifications, and whispered, "They are setting up catapults... and magic cannons..."

It seems that Saint Laurent VI is serious about this.

What's worse is that Ivisette, who hadn't closed her eyes for several days, fell into a deep sleep due to her own serious injuries and the fact that she had to work day and night to remove the causal punishment from Lin En's body.

For a moment, the whole manor was in chaos and no one knew what to do next.

Without the leadership of Iviste, the sixth-order demigod, they knew clearly that they could not hold out against the attack of the imperial army for even half an hour.

It only takes a few minutes, and even with the so-called extraordinary power, this manor will still be razed to the ground by the cavalry.

By then, no one here will have a chance to survive.

Morris was surrounded by shadow power, Afia licked her sharp claws gently, Graya clenched the blood-stained sword in her hand, and Milani calmly packed her suitcase and put the last bottle of poison potion on her waist...

Even Rhine did not flee from the battlefield. He turned the family emblem inwards with a stern expression: "The Augusta family has never known what it means to betray an ally. But in this battle, I only represent myself."

It was obvious that everyone was ready to die.

Everyone looked at each other and couldn't help but smile indescribably.

Perhaps they had some grudges against each other in their daily lives, and they were divided into different factions when they were loyal to the princess.

But until now, no one has chosen to desert the battlefield, but has remained loyal until the very last moment.

In the darkness in the distance, the densely packed magic cannons burst into dazzling light under the infusion of extraordinary power.

With just one command, it can turn into a thunderous attack that falls from the sky and turns the entire manor into a sea of ​​fire.

If someone were here, he would definitely realize very clearly that the inevitable death before him is, in a sense, a punishment from the will of the world.

All those who were originally scheduled to die in the Sauron Mountains will once again be lost in the corrective force of history and cannot be defied.

That's how it should be.

"Do you feel that it's suddenly much quieter outside?"

In the oppressive silence, Graya suddenly spoke.

Everyone was stunned for a few seconds, and then they all noticed something unusual.

For some reason, the manor, which had been filled with solemn sounds just now, suddenly fell silent, as if the originally noisy world had returned to silence.

Morris was the first to look out the window. The scene he saw shocked him. His bloodshot eyes stared out the window, and his bandaged hands unconsciously clenched the window frame. He was unaware of the wood chips that penetrated deeply into his flesh.

Then it was the female members such as Afiya and Milani. They stood there in a daze as if struck by lightning. Then their eyes gradually turned red. They subconsciously covered their mouths and sobbed.

Graya suppressed his pounding heart and waved his fist vigorously in the air.

I knew it, I fucking knew it!
Arriving at the scene faster than death must be a miracle!

It must be that miracle guy named Lynn Bartlett!

Outside the manor, on the battlefield where the night fog had not yet dissipated, a slender figure was slowly walking towards the thousands of troops.

(End of this chapter)