Listening to the question of the man in black, the old man smiled, but only laughed and did not answer.

Shaking his head slightly, the old man said slowly: "You don't need to know why, I will personally help you do this matter, you just wait patiently." ”

"Remember, patience is our greatest friend. The old man spoke, and walked out of the study.

The man in black watched the old man leave, his eyes were confused, but in the end he became firm and chose trust.

......

The moment of approaching dawn.

The hideout of the Emperor of the Union, Pyotr Romanov.

Some muffled footsteps sounded, and the old servant Lan Li appeared, walked up to Pyotr Romanov, who had been waiting for a long time, with old steps, and reported: "Your Majesty, those people have moved. As you might expect, they really went a little too far, and in order to climb up, at all costs, even in the interests of the alliance. ”

"Hmph!" Pyotr Romanov said in a deep, nasal voice, and there was no anger or mockery on his face, "I knew it would be like this." Then, let them get the 'reward' they deserve, inform the troops, do it immediately, and if they can admit their mistakes in time, give them a chance, catch me and confess." If they fight to the end, then don't hesitate to be executed on the spot!"

After speaking, Pyotr Romanoff waved his hand, and when he gestured, the whole person had a lot of evil spirit.

"Yes. The old servant answered, but did not move.

Pyotr Romanov blinked, looked at the old servant and thought of something, and added: "Oh, by the way, contact Oscar to see me, I need his assistance in handling some follow-up matters." ”

"Yes. The old servant nodded, but remained unmoved.

Pyotr Romanov looked at the old servant and couldn't help frowning, and then the old servant slowly raised his head, revealing a pair of red eyes, and looked at Pyotr Romanov.

Pyotr Romanov's eyes widened suddenly, he took a step back guardedly, his whole face turned cold, and he made a questioning voice: "You are not Lan Li. ”

"Yes, I'm not. The old servant had a smile on his face and said slowly, "Your Majesty, please call me ...... Death. ”

Pyotr Romanov pursed his lips abruptly, stared at the old servant, and the next moment he snorted coldly, and three black shadows flew out of his body, divided into three directions: left, right, and up.

"Whew-whoa-"

The air in the underground hall fluctuated violently, and the position where the black shadow rushed forward, the air was first compressed, and then shattered, and even the space seemed to have cracks, and strong brilliant energy light gushed out, blasting towards the old servant.

The three black shadows, each of which has the strength to be inferior to a fourth-level wizard.

After all, this is the Emperor of the Alliance, although he is only an ordinary person, it does not mean that he is as fragile as an ordinary person.

The three secret guards have been closely protected like shadows, and their strength is enough to solve almost all the dangers in this world. With them, the Alliance Emperor is almost invincible - unless there is something wrong with him, he will hardly be attacked by outsiders.

Unfortunately, the three secret guards encountered the near-zero chance of an accident today, and they encountered one of the few Ringmasters of the Order of Truth, the Red Moon.

The energy released by the three black shadows shattered the camouflaged clothes, revealing the light gray moon phase robe that Red Moon wore on her body.

Under the energy attack, the robe kept swinging, but there was no damage, at this time, the red moon stepped forward, ignored the three powerful shadow guards, looked directly at the alliance emperor Peter Romanov, and let out a cold voice: "My majesty, what are you afraid of, what are you resisting? Don't you know, death is something in this world that no one can resist, so ...... Let's accept it!"

"Whoa!"

As the words of the red moon fell, suddenly a sound similar to the breaking of glassware sounded around him, as if he had knocked over a container, and immediately after, the contents of the container flowed out.

Suddenly, the entire underground hall was illuminated by the blood-red moonlight that was projected from nowhere.

The three shadow guards were in the blood-red moonlight, their bodies first stiffened slightly, and then "bang, bang" three times in a row, one after another, exploded, turning into three clouds of blood mist.

In the blood-colored moonlight, the blood mist gradually dispersed, like a large puff of water vapor rising on the surface of the river, and the Emperor of the Alliance, Peter Romanov, suddenly felt a little damp, and when he looked down, he found that there were blood beads on the skin of his body.

The beads of blood were partly from the three dead shadow guards, but more were oozing from his body—the blood was being forcibly pulled out of his body, more and more, faster and faster, until it drained.

Feeling the rapid disappearance of the life force, Pyotr Romanov swallowed hard in his throat, glared at the red moon and wanted to say something, but only uttered a short syllable, and fell to the ground in front of his eyes.

"Dry ......"

"Bang!"

As Pyotr Romanov fell to the ground, the blood-red moonlight in the hall flashed and faded quickly.

Red Moon glanced at Pyotr Romanov's corpse and smiled lightly, then coughed, his face a little pale, as if the attack just now had consumed him a lot.

But it's all worth it.

"Whew-"

Red Moon let out a breath of turbidity, walked up to the corpse of Pyotr Romanov, pressed his hands, and the corpse disappeared out of thin air, before turning around and leaving the place.

The underground hall was back to its former empty appearance, and it was as if nothing had happened - no one died, and no one came.

"Boom!"

At this time, dawn came on the ground, and the bronze bell on Char's bell tower was struck.

......

"Boom!"

Three days later, on the fourth day of the five days promised by the Union Emperor Pyotr Romanov, a dull bronze bell rang in the city of Char.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

A full thirteen bronze bells, one after another, rang out from the large and small bell towers in Char's city, which represented the beginning of the state funeral.

Voices collide and converge on each other, eventually pouring into the palace in the center of the city.

The voice passed through the palace gate, and there were soldiers in black armor standing here.

The sound passed through the palace, and the inside and outside were filled with servants with weeping faces.

Eventually, the voice reached the front of the dormitory, deep in the palace, which was filled with court officials and members of the royal family.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

The aftermath of the bell echoed, and a corpse wrapped in a golden blanket was carried out, the body of the Union Emperor Pyotr Romanov.

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, the body was carried by several princes into an ornate coffin, which was then carried onto the carriage. The carriage was driven to the outside of the palace amid the sound of wailing and mourning, and surrounded by the crowd.

At this time, the sky was covered with dark clouds, and the whole city on the earth was silent.