Ye Mingyu didn't think of this possibility.

It's just too small, so it's ignored.

How can the corpse of his previous life be preserved until now?

That huge reserve of magic power, let alone two thousand years, will collapse on its own in two years.

Dust returns to dust, and those who should go can't stay.

"Imperial luck... It turned out to be used in this kind of place. Ye Mingyu muttered.

I'm afraid that not only the luck of the Blue Empire, but even the luck of the Holy Maiden herself, has all been put into it.

And yet—

If this is my past life, then where did the bodies of the saints of the past go?

Why did the nineteenth generation of saints lie to themselves?

At this moment, Ye Mingyu figured out the answer, although there were still other possibilities, but his intuition told him that this answer was correct.

Although it will be given in vain.

But Ye Mingyu still did not hesitate at all.

Just like two thousand years ago, the guy found himself and asked him how he could drive away the sinking undead, and he didn't hesitate to say the answer.

History always repeats itself in astonishment.

Ye Mingyu was very happy, and this happiness lasted countless years later.

If it's one step later, one second later.

Everything will be very different.

"Maple Leaf, just do your best, the seven generations of monarchs will be resurrected when they are resurrected, don't care!"

"Mingyu ......"

Beiyao Maple was stunned for a moment, then understood and nodded.

"Leave it to me." She said.

......

The Forest.

The Holy Maiden was posthumously independent.

"I want to resurrect an old man."

She leaned against an ancient tree, and the affinity of the natural school made her like a fairy in the forest, almost one with everything.

"The deceased?" Shousuke didn't understand.

The nineteenth generation of saints has lived in the temple since childhood.

Claustrophobic solitude in the temple and not in contact with outsiders.

It wasn't until after the death of the eighteenth generation, when the succession ceremony was held, that everyone saw that the door was opened, and out of it was the young nineteenth.

In this case, where will there be the old man's saying.

Unless—

"You ......" Shoufu was like a fish in his throat, unable to speak.

Juggernaut is not good at words.

But at this moment, he also thought of this possibility, and suddenly held his breath, he had been cultivating his mind for many years, and he was in a state of mind.

"You're eighteen?" The knight's heart is like a mess.

"It's not just the eighteenth generation," the saint shook her head and said gently, "I am the first generation, the second generation, and the third generation, and each generation of the saint is me, and I have never died." ”

Never died.

The Holy Maiden remembered the rituals, spells that only dark wizards and the Fallen would use before the Era.

Free the soul from the shell and create a new one.

The blood stained during this period is really sinful.

The saint laughed mockingly, laughing at her own sorrow, the hero praised in the epic, today, two thousand years later, is nothing more than a fallen wizard.

"Kill me, as I wish."

The saint gave an order to Shousuke, and her tone was irrefutable.

But Shousuke hesitated.

He smiled wryly, a little unable to get his hands on it.

But Shousuke also understands that this is the best way to solve the problem.

The saint died, the empire changed, the army was transferred back to the imperial capital, and the undead continued to be locked in the limestone area.

"The Fifth Diet has not yet been convened, so let it be held here," Shousuke closed his eyes, "and the execution of the Holy Maiden is now to be voted on...... I, yes. ”

Shousuke was ruthless, and the hand that clenched the staff trembled slightly.

"Yes." Juggernaut whispered.

"Abstain." The knight muttered.

"Yes." The priest made a cross on his chest.

Shousuke slowly opened his eyes, and he walked up to the holy woman.

In front of him is not only the nineteenth generation, but also the eighteenth generation who gave him a favor when he was young, and he once swore to assist him for the rest of his life.

"I'm sorry." Shousuke bowed his head and said.

"For the sake of the Empire," said the Holy Maiden calmly.

As if it was not her who was executed, but an unrelated person.

"Let's do it."

Shousuke raised his hand.

The water vapor condensed into ice in his hands, and finally turned into a sharp dagger with lethal magical powers.

[Verdict].

Sixth-order spells.

The person who created this spell didn't think much about it, but just wanted to give all the guilty a decent way to die.

Shousuke didn't say anything more.

He is old, and he is past the age of justice.

If it was him a few decades ago, looking at the holy woman at this moment, I am afraid that he would accuse angrily, and then ignore the thirty-seven twenty-one, and directly fight to the death with the knights of the temple and the undead clan.

Even if it does, more people will die.

Shousuke stabbed the dagger forward, very hard, leaving no trace of life.

And yet—

Just stabbed out, but couldn't take a step forward.

He looked at the dagger in amazement, caught between two fingers, and then a sharp pain in his wrist came, and the dagger was snatched away and thrown into the distance with a clatter.

"Who?"

Juggernaut draws his sword and confronts him.

Next to the Holy Maiden, a guy shrouded in a cloak whispered:

"Fifth vote, rejection of the proposal...... I remember it was written in the Imperial Constitution that, as a founder, you have the right to refuse the implementation of an act or policy. ”

The saint looked at the comer in a daze.

Unbelievable.

She didn't dare to make a sound, she didn't dare to make a sound at all.

She had already guessed the possibility, but she didn't dare to say it, as if as soon as she said it, the dream would be shattered.

"The founding martyrs have long since incarnated as heroic spirits," the Sword Saint was unmoved, and said in a condensed voice, "Who are you, you must not dare to reveal your true body in secret." ”

"It's all made into a landmark of the central square, where do I have ...... to hide"

The cloaked man muttered, as if unwilling to talk nonsense, and said directly:

"In short, I have taken care of your holy daughter, not to ask for your opinion, but just to say it...... Let's go, it's been a long time. ”

Ye Mingyu's hand stretched out from under the cloak and shook hands with the saint.

The saint wanted to cry a little.

But in the end, I laughed.

It's him.

It's really him.

"Aren't you dead?" The saint raised her hand and hammered Ye Mingyu's chest.

"I thought you were dead, but you're not alive now."

"I... I am a special case and cannot generalize. The saint replied in a panic.

"Whose reincarnation is not a special case?" Ye Mingyu was speechless.

The saint lowered her head for a while, rubbed the hem of her clothes with one hand, and was speechless.

It's a very innocent look.

The doghead of the Juggernaut was stunned.

Flashed Shousuke's dog eyes.

Even the chief knights and priests were stunned.

The majestic character of the saints of the past generations who have been established for many years has collapsed extremely completely, and there is not even a scum left.

Or Shousuke is more clever, has lived a long time and is well-informed, seeing the expression of the saint, and thinking of the landmark building in the central square, he was shocked:

"You're nameless... Predecessor? ”

"That's good, the son can be taught," Ye Mingyu said approvingly, and then the conversation changed, "Are you rich?" ”

"Well, I didn't have it with me." Shousuke didn't react for a moment.

"Well, what about you? Rich or not? Ye Mingyu looked at the Sword Master again.

"I—I've got a hundred here, cash."

The Sword Master took out his pocket and presented a hundred yuan in both hands.

"What about you?" Ye Mingyu looked at the chief knight and the chief priest.

The two took out twenty and fifty, respectively.

Ye Mingyu accepted the filial piety of his juniors with satisfaction.

One hundred and seventy yuan, barely buying a new skin, is not a trip in vain.

However, he is really poor, such a powerful person does not carry as much money as Chen Bujian...... Ye Mingyu thought disdainfully.

Suddenly, a pillar of light rose to the sky in the center of the temple.

Several people suddenly looked solemn.

The boiling magic power rushed towards the pillar of light, and due to the excessive density of the mana, it even formed a color band visible to the naked eye.