Chapter 313: Choice
"You'll be fine. "This is not a dry consolation, but a powerful promise."www.biquge.info
And this was enough for Ekarina. A warm current entered the heart, and a light smile bloomed on the girl's lips, but she only felt her nose sore, her heart was beating so that she could not control the trembling of her body, and her vision became foggy, and it turned out that tears had wet her long eyelashes at some point.
As if out of strength, Ekarina suddenly buried her face in Conseidante's arms, her face wrinkled together, and she began to cry out loudly.
Originally, she still covered her whimpering, but the tears were not controlled at all, so she had to go to tears, which made the girl's crying out of control. But Consdante's face was calm, and he understood how much fear had hurt the child.
"Really...... Are you sure? Ekarina was still sobbing and crying, the mecha was a nightmare to her, and it had already left a deep imprint. When she knew that she was going to be abandoned, Ekarina was terrified, but in the end he came to save her.
"Well, that's a matter of course." Constance Dante replied in a low and short voice, without any hesitation.
"Hmm." The girl in front of her was still sobbing, but she wasn't sobbing like she used to be. The tear in her chest was like a mixture of pain and joy, the moment when Ekanna wanted to say what she had buried for a long time.
An unpleasant voice rang out behind Constance Dante.
"It's a little disturbing, but my time is over."
Who?
Rose's guards watched warily in the direction of the voice, and in the darkness a tall woman was watching with interest, which made Ekarina, who was in Consdant's arms, blush slightly. It was not the first time they had met, it was Elenno whom she had met in Warsaw, and Ekarina remembered that this woman had been engaged to Consib-Dante.
Wiping away her tears, trying to break free from Constance Dante's arms, Ekarina didn't want the other party to see her embarrassed appearance. But now the injury on her leg does not allow her to do so.
"It's better to be honest now." Constance Dante looked at the girl in his arms and said angrily.
In front of him, Elenor looked at it with a smiling look, as if she wanted to see something on his face, but it was not enough to see from Constance Dante's subtle expression.
Just an hour earlier, Constance Dante and Sylvia had parted ways, but in the midst of a panicked street, Constance Dante had met the woman. It seems that the Pope has fulfilled his promise, and since Elenor is here, it means that the aid given has also arrived.
"Miss Elenno, I hope ......"
However, before Cons Dante could speak, he was interrupted by the other party, and Elenor shook his head and flatly refused: "No way, my purpose this time is just to get you out of here." The Pontifical See, at great risk, could not clash head-on with the Inquisition and the Knights of the Apocalypse. Perhaps the use of Leviathan this time will already make Cardinal suspicious. I can't agree to your request. β
"What a joke!" Constance Dante cried out in a voice, he was already on the verge of despair, and the appearance of the other party had made him think that things could finally turn around, but now Elenor said that he would stand by and watch.
"You can't do that!"
"Why? His Holiness only said that His Royal Highness the Venerable Knight King had the value of existence, but he did not say that he would have to bear unpredictable risks. Elenor's answer was not personal, it was her, some said that this woman was very much like her father, but in fact she was more "rational" than the Grand Duke of Alfonso. All for the sake of profit, without any dragging. That's a promise, and it can turn into an empty word at any time. Moreover, Constance, Dante and herself were strangers, and she was entrusted with no obligation to help him.
"What about the Origin Species? Does His Honcy Ingwe want that? Constance Dante said with a trembling voice, knowing that nothing else could convince him now. But even so, will the other party take the risk this time? In fact, now, the Knight King also feels confused in front of him.
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"Block!" The royal guards of the underground shelter tried to fend off the invaders from outside, but seemed to be to no avail, as they were now facing the Inquisition's enforcers. Anyone should understand that when those black angels spread their wings, everything was already meant to be over.
"Vulnerable." Kicking away the corpse on the ground, the executor had a look of disdain on his face, Herod was indeed too naΓ―ve, but it was like a fish to be slaughtered.
The guns in the hands of the executive officers opened fire along with the bursts of fire from above, and the barrage immediately enveloped everything around them. Dense blood splattered from the royal guards' bodies, and the sound of metal striking was deafening. These executives don't show any mercy. Their obligation is only to keep encircling and suppressing.
"Get out of the way! Move! The guards roared, reminding each other of their companions.
The two sides continued to exchange fire, and at the very end, King Angros and General Merides were silent.
At the first moment when the alarm sounded, only these two men reacted, both of whom had a fairly rich military career and also served in the special ranks of the New Roman Empire. Naturally understood what that meant, and at that moment their common reaction was to get up, to step back, to look frightened, and to act as if they were the same person. Not because they were timid, but because they had been through that horror.
"It's the people of the Holy See, and even the Inquisition has been used passively, it seems that it is really fanfare!" Merides had lived like a rat in Constantinople for ten years, and he certainly knew what that meant. It's not once or twice to deal with those black angels.
"Get out of the way!" One of the soldiers yelled.
Then, the other shoulder of a papal executive shook, and the shells of the inter-fire cannon he was carrying made a flaming trajectory and shot accurately through the doorway into the church. The shock wave of the flames threw more than a dozen royal guards directly and slammed them against the wall. The next moment, another shell crossed the hallway, followed by a wave of explosion that threw another group into the air. Just a little bit, General Merrides and King Anglos were affected.
"Ahem." The smoke and dust from the fall choked people, but Merides was calm now, as if he had accepted his fate.
Outside, the scuffle continued, and the royal guards tried to break out, but the rain of bullets dragged their bodies to dance, blood stained the walls, and more and more people fell. Obviously, the Inquisition had more firepower, and they had no choice but to retreat, and after a moment the boots stepped over their stiff bodies, and no matter how much they could escape, where could they escape.
It's already full of despair.
The same weapon in their hands had a completely different effect than in the hands of the Inquisition's magistrates, the other side fired calmly, the gunfire was not dense, but it accurately overturned the survivors who tried to resist, and the survivors' side of the gunfire was like thunder, but most of them were empty. It's not that the royal guards are negligent in training, it's because they can't calm down because they are so scared that they can't calm down. The executive officers approached steadily, the people at the front were responsible for suppressing the fire, and those who followed behind were armed with military bayonets to examine the corpses, and if they were not dead, they were stabbed in the heart.
Despite witnessing this scene, the slaughtered could only watch each other wield the butcher's knife, unable to do anything meaningful except a roar of grief.
"Damn, Captain, none of us will be able to escape if we continue like this!" One of the guards, who was on the verge of collapse, couldn't help but hold his head and yell, and the gun in his hand had already been thrown to the ground. As a warrior, the most basic self-esteem is long gone.
"What are you mad about? Pick up the gun! Do you think that holding your head and begging for mercy will make others let you go? Don't daydream! The annoyed captain of the guard slammed into his subordinate and roared. But even if they resist, none of them will survive.
This is a fact, and no one can change it.
But at this moment, after the smoke of gunfire, the gunfire gradually subsided, and the magistrates of the Inquisition seemed to temporarily stop attacking.
Just as the royal guards were about to breathe a sigh of relief, a man whispered softly.
"Gentlemen, no matter how much resistance is this, you will not be able to change the fate of total destruction. Let's make a choice, shall we? I don't think everybody is willing to die in vain. β
"That'...... Is that......? The captain of the guard with an incredulous face felt that if he hadn't had a problem with his ears or his brain had broken down just now, that voice would have been-
His Highness Valence ??
The smoke and dust caused by the scuffle between the two sides had just settled, and in front of them was His Royal Highness Valens, the prince of the Kingdom of Trebizond, who was unanimously the heir. But now, this man was standing with the people of the Inquisition, and more importantly, he wore the pendant of the cross that belonged to the Holy See around his neck.
"How is this possible?" The muttering captain of the guard was still hard to accept.
But at this moment, a dying old man came out from behind him. And he is none other than the king of this country, Angelos.
"Valens, you did take that step like your father!" The old man shook his head and looked at his own grandson with a complicated expression. He didn't understand why he was so unlucky, and his relatives would eventually meet him.
"Is it all about the so-called power?" There was a heavy sadness in Angros's voice, and when he saw his grandson turn a gun at him that day, a certain part of his heart was broken.
At this moment, Valence showed an indifferent look and said calmly: "Of course, but I will not be killed by you like my useless father." β
"Sure enough, you're too much like your father, Valens." King Angros sighed, "That's why it's impossible for me to put my place in your hands. See what you've done? β
In the face of his grandfather's questioning, Valence's face sank, and he looked at King Angros with contempt.
It's really unpleasant to always be like that, to always compare that man to yourself! Obviously, how can that kind of person be compared to himself.
Angry and resentful snakes gnawed at his heart, and the sharpness in Valens' eyes grew more and more hideous. That's why he hates the man in front of him so much! Obviously, I have worked very hard. He is bent on becoming a great king, and he has put in practice, which is ten thousand times stronger than that playboy daddy!
Valence always remembered that he was the noblest of the eldest sons, but the old man pinned his hopes on the illegitimate daughter.
"I said I wouldn't repeat the same mistakes as that stupid guy. The Holy See will not let you go this time. And Trebizond will always belong to me! If you don't give it to me, I'll grab it, even if I destroy it. β
Looking at Valence's fierce eyes, Angelos could only sigh silently. It was in this way that another person was devoured by that monster, and the old man understood that this was a swamp, a whirlpool, and no one could escape.
"What do you want? Looks like you don't want me dead just yet. Anglos asked, knowing that there was no need to come out and talk if Valence thought that way, and he knew that his grandson would never do something meaningless.
"Of course, after all, those people at Cardinal Don't want you to die, and I can't help it." The young man grinned horribly.
"But what if I don't want to cooperate?"
"Then my dear sister may not survive today!" From behind Valens, a young girl trapped in her hands and feet was pushed out, it was none other than Sylvia.
Tied with strips of cloth, Sylvia could not whimper even when she burst into tears, and Valence had no sympathy for this cheap half-sister and put the muzzle of the gun to her head.
"Stop!" Angros spoke in a low voice, but anyone could sense the potential violence in it.
Angelos didn't expect Sylvia to fall into the hands of the other party, she shouldn't stay with the Knight King, right? How so?
At this time, it was Valence's turn to look proud, "Grandpa, our king, now make a choice!" Will I use you in exchange for her life or will I end her ugly life as soon as possible? β
The man grabbed the girl's hair and took a deep breath, as if intoxicated, but whispered to Sylvia, "I've been waiting for this day for a long time, and I can finally make your obstructive creature disappear forever." (To be continued.) )