Battlefield Priest's Diary

Chapter 104 Killing Putin 5
"The Empire's lifespan is only one year longer than mine~"

The man in the black robe stood in the very center of the crowd, holding Russia's most beautiful woman in one hand and raising a bottle of poison in the other, uttering words that were almost blasphemous.

Like pouring a bucket of cold water into a pot of soup, the crowd that was having a heated discussion suddenly fell silent, and the guests at the banquet suddenly felt as if they were in a coffin shop.

The empire is only one year older than you?
So how long can an empire actually exist?
50 years?
30 years?
still is……

Prince Yusupov's face turned ashen, while Grand Duke Dmitry pointed a trembling finger at the man before him, exclaiming, "He's insane! He's a madman! This is all nonsense!"

The poisoned wine has already been drunk, and this guy could die at any moment. Does this mean that the empire will also come to an end in a year?
Think about the situation on the front lines, think about the turbulent political situation at home, and think about the uncontrollable anger in the eyes of the people and soldiers.

The nobles who had formed a network of connections were actually somewhat afraid.

They looked at each other with suspicion and uncertainty, and people began to feel at a loss.

The head maid was the calmest at this moment. She pushed up her glasses and asked again in a deep voice.

"Father Putin, is this all the prophecy you have?"

"Ms. Anna, didn't we just make an agreement?" The man in black robes drank the poisoned wine again, smiled mysteriously, and opened his hazy eyes. "The more jewels you have, the more of my prophecy you will have."

The head maid's face darkened. She clapped her hands, and a servant behind her uncovered the cushions on the velvet fabric.

The Assumption of Mary egg, the Alexander III riding a horse egg, the Royal Pelican egg, and the newest St. George's Banner egg are arranged in order.

The priest in black robes, supported by Irina, walked slowly over. With a gentle wave of his black sleeve, the four priceless treasures disappeared from sight once again.

The man pushed Irina aside and staggered forward, softly chanting.

"When the ice and snow melt, what seeps out is not water, but the blood of the dynasty."

"Under the blazing sun, the chess pieces on the board were swept away one by one, leaving only the lonely king."

"The hourglass suddenly reversed direction, twelve grains of gold fell to the ground, and footsteps echoed in the corridors of the Winter Palace."

"As the bells of resurrection tolled, the blade in his hand reversed direction, ultimately piercing his master's chest. And then..."

The priest in black robes threw his wine glass to the ground, the gilded precious object rolling and clanging like a small hammer striking everyone's heart.

"And then it all ended."

Whispers rippled through the crowd, like faint prophecies, weighing heavily on everyone's hearts.

The head maid walked over, dissatisfied, and took out another bag of loose gold. "Father Pugin, please explain more clearly!"

The priest in the black robe took the gold, examined it, and then gently shook his head.
"Sorry, I don't have time."

"What...you..."

boom! ! ! !

A gunshot shattered the silence of the night, the black figure jolted, and smoke billowed out.

People were horrified to see a pistol pointed at Father Putin's back, and the gun was held by Grand Duchess Irina.

"You wicked monk! You wicked monk! You spouting nonsense and bewitching people! Go to hell!" The Grand Duchess gripped her pistol, her hand trembling slightly.

"Wait!" "Don't shoot!" Voices rang out from different directions at the same time, one from the head maid and the other from Prince Yusupov.

But it was too late.

Bang bang bang bang bang! ! ! ! !
Gunshots echoed through the hall, and the priest in black robes trembled uncontrollably.

The next moment, something even more terrifying happened: Father Putin, who had been shot multiple times, slowly stood up. He looked around with hazy eyes and then walked out step by step.

People parted in fear as the black-robed priest slowly advanced. "Damn it! Is this guy immortal?!" Grand Duke Dmitri gritted his teeth.

The prince standing to the side shook his head, gesturing for his companions to look over.

As the priest moved about, drops of blood fell from his fingertips, blooming into glaring plum blossoms on the carpet.

After drinking poisoned wine and being shot seven times, it's impossible for anyone to survive under such circumstances.

The nobles involved in the conspiracy looked at the prince; although they had weapons, none of them dared to step forward.

"Follow him!" Prince Yusupov said with a dark face, leading his men to follow the black-robed priest out of the palace step by step.

A huge full moon floated in the sky. Under the cold moonlight, the man walked step by step toward the Moika River. The blood flowing from his body turned from drops into small streams that splattered on the ground.

Blood left a long trail on the ground.

The man in the black robe suddenly lost his balance and knelt on one knee on the ground.

"Is he dead?" the person following him asked anxiously.

The next second, black wings unfurled from the man's back, nearly scaring the timid person into fainting.

Gua! ! !
A black bird cried out loudly as it took to the sky, followed by more crows that flew up from the woods. They circled in the sky, cawing mournfully, their black silhouettes almost obscuring the moonlight.

At this moment, the man surprisingly stood up again and slowly walked towards the Moika River once more.

The prince frowned and gestured for the guards beside him to raise their guns and aim at the people in front of them, but the soldiers remained silent and none of them dared to look up.

The man walked onto the frozen Moika River, seemingly unable to hold on any longer. He knelt on the ice, his upper body motionless, as if in prayer.

Phew~ Looks like he's dead.

The prince sighed deeply, but felt no joy in his heart.

"Send a few men to bring him back." The prince waved his hand, signaling the guards to step forward.

Click~
???

What was that sound?! The prince thought he was hallucinating, but when he looked up at the river, he saw a scene he would never forget.

Click!Click!Click!
One loud noise after another rang out, and terrifying cracks appeared on the ice of the Moika River.

Click! ! ! ! !

With a loud bang, the ice within a radius of about ten meters shattered, and the surging river water instantly swept the black-robed priest's body into it.

Quack! Quack! Quack!
The crows began to caw again, and then the whole city echoed with the sounds of various animals cawing in the night.

Waaaaah!! Waaaah!!
As the animals cried out, the previously dim riverbank lit up as citizens who had heard the strange noises lit lanterns and went out to investigate. More and more citizens arrived, and more and more lights appeared as people gathered together, discussing the matter animatedly.

At this moment, the strange sight reached its climax—the bells of St. Petersburg Cathedral were actually rung.

Clang~~~~ Clang~~~~ Clang~~~~~
The bells tolled through the night sky, but no one knew for whom they were tolled.

As dawn broke, the residents along the river came out of their homes and discovered that the ice was scattered with sparkling gems and fragments of gold, while a blood-stained black robe lay quietly on the ground.

An old woman walked over unsteadily, slowly knelt down, and held the black robe in her arms.

River sand slowly dripped from the blood-stained hole.

(End of this chapter)