Book of Gods and Demons

In the corner of the huge hall, golden gold, colorful gems, various rare metals shining with gorgeous light, etc., piled up into hills.

The hills are really not exaggerated in the slightest.

Nearly one-tenth of such a huge hall is filled with gold and silver jewelry.

Joe roughly estimated the price, Mia and Mike caused such a big disturbance, and the military expenses for the abyss stolen from the headquarters of the Royal Bank of the Empire were probably less than one percent of here.

According to estimates based on the supplementary military expenditures of the countries of Medland once in ten years, the wealth here can allow the coalition forces of the various countries in the battlefield of the abyss to fight for thousands of years!

Of course, the wealth here cannot be counted like that.

Because among those gold and silver jewelry, there are many gold and silver coins with very poor casting technology, as well as various armors, shields and weapons forged with precious metals. In those objects, they are inlaid with large blocks of gems, pearls and other Precious baby.

These gold and silver coins, these armors, shields, etc., should be valued in terms of ‘antique’ and ‘artwork’, rather than simply measuring their value based on the market value of their raw materials.

Calculating this way, the value of this pile of gold and silver jewelry will soar more than ten times!

"Treasure of the Knights of Suffering!" Joe took a deep breath, and looked at Ferdinand who had plunged his head into a pile of gold coins with a sullen look.

By blood, this guy is Joe's grandfather!

But Joe wanted to say that he didn't know this guy, he had nothing to do with this guy!

Take a look at this virtue of Ferdinand-half of his body plunged into the pile of gold coins, and his legs were shaking desperately outside, shaking, struggling, struggling, trying to push his body a little bit. Go deeper into the pile of gold coins!

"It's like a hungry dog ​​rushing for food!" Margaret III glared at Ferdinand in disgust, and quickly buckled a black pot firmly on Mata XIII's head: "My dear, Look, this is the good son you taught..."

Mata XIII's face was dark, with blue veins bulging on his forehead, and blue veins bulging on the back of his clenched fist.

He smiled dryly: "Anyway, he can't take over the throne, right?"

Margaret III looked at Qiao Xuan.

Qiao Xuan and the janitor No. 7 looked at Qiao at the same time.

Margaret III said simply and neatly: "Of course, he has no chance...Salian, no chance...The throne belongs to Joe."

Joe shrugged his shoulders.

Throne?

He is not interested in that stuff.

However, since it was the exchange of interests between Qiao Xuan and Margaret III... Then, for the peace of Medland and the happiness of the people of the empire, he can only reluctantly do it!

He said neatly: "His Royal Highness Salian can be the Auxiliary King, and Hesse can be the Prime Minister of the Empire!"

Margaret III and Mata XIII rolled their eyes at the same time.

Let Hessian be Prime Minister of the Empire?

Ah……

The gatekeeper 7 gently waved his four arms, and he said calmly: "Okay, okay, these trivial problems, you will negotiate and solve them by yourself in the future... Compared with these things, you don’t have any concerns about Medland’s axis. Any curiosity?"

The janitor strode on the seventh, and walked towards the huge round stone table and the seat facing the entrance of the hall.

That seat, only the size of an ordinary throne, was inconspicuous beside the huge stone conference table.

But among the 108 seats, according to the traditional etiquette inherited by Medland, this seat is located in the most important position of all seats.

A three-foot-square, simple workmanship, a bit rough craftsmanship, and a smooth surface without any decorative patterns on the bronze box, is placed in the middle of this seat upright.

Joe and the others followed the janitor number seven, around the huge conference table, and came to this seat.

Then, everyone's footsteps suddenly stiffened.

Behind this seat, the sights of Joe and the others were blocked. Behind this seat, dozens of knights with strong faces and sturdy faces, clad in war armors covered with scars, were neatly kneeling.

they……

They knelt there quietly as if they were seeing a certain supreme being toward the seat.

"They, why are they kneeling in this position?" Medica murmured, "Really, weird..."

The gatekeeper 7 whispered: "Of course, they kneel behind the throne... They don't enjoy the much-anticipated glory. They kneel behind the throne, they kneel in the shadows, and they use their shoulders to support the throne. ."

"All the glory belongs to those who sit on the throne, and the Knights of Suffering... they don't need anything."

While saying this in a low voice, the janitor No.7 took a step forward gently.

There was a muffled ‘hum’.

Dozens of suffering knights kneeling on the ground, they opened their eyes at the same time.

Their eyes are like the best sapphires carved, jetting out a faint blue light.

There were huge power fluctuations in their bodies, and on the dome and floor of the hall, in the complex star map, the stars continuously lit up with their power.

The star map on the dome and the star map on the ground mirror each other, and the wisps of starlight roll down and turn into a huge web of light ~www.readwn.com~ covering everyone.

These suffering knights slowly stood up.

According to the legend of the Knights of Suffering, these knights of suffering are here, at least maintaining this posture for more than a thousand years.

Their limbs were already stiff, and when they were moving, their joints made a loud noise at the same time.

As they stood up, their aura grew stronger.

Soon, their aura surpassed Margaret III and others who had just been promoted to gods.

The face of Margaret III and his party changed suddenly, and Medica muttered in a low voice, "Ah, it's amazing. They are on the edge of life and death. They are dead, they are alive again... They have maintained a powerful force, they Able to move, but they are already dead...what a magical state!"

The gatekeeper number seven continues to take a step forward.

The white-bearded knight who was kneeling in the front slowly pulled out the saber behind his back. He raised his two-handed epee almost as high as his body, and pointed the tip of the sword towards the gatekeeper No.7's heart.

"Why are you here?" The white-bearded knight's heart made a dull sound like thunder.

The language he uses is very obscure and incomprehensible, a bit of the charm of today's lingua franca in Medland, but the wording and grammatical vocabulary are 50 to 60% different.

"We are guarding the last human beings." Gatekeeper No. 7 responded to the White Beard Knight in the same obscure language.

"The world is dark." In the heart of the white-bearded knight, the voice sounded again.

"We are among the thorns, trying our best to maintain the last light." Gatekeeper No. 7 bowed to the white-bearded knight.

In the eyes of the white-bearded knight and other knights, the dark blue light was flourishing, turning into sharp, extremely bright rays of light, nailed to the vital points of the gatekeeper number seven.