My name is Akatosh,

This is ~the golden theater of swaggering~

—4E, 201, Moon of Fire, 26th, 4:17 a.m.

Astod finally decided not to wait for dawn and instead chose to rush back to the sanctuary in the darkest hours before dawn.

The Sanctuary is surrounded by dense Black Forest, and it is overgrown with shrubs, even if someone can judge the general location of the escape based on the whereabouts of her old suspicious array, it is impossible to accurately determine the specific location and arrange a large number of men to set up an ambush, the reason is simple, the movement of the army takes time, and the movement will never be small, in the current situation of the Imperial Legion and the Storm Cloak, if the sharp-eyed eagle dares to move troops in large numbers, the civil war that was originally slightly subdued will start again.

This kind of thing would not have been taken into account by her, strength is the guarantee of completing the task, and a favorable environment can only play a role as icing on the cake, and if there is no it, it will have no effect.

However, after being completely crushed in terms of strength, Astod finally discovers that there is a fatal flaw in what he has been doing: if a victim wants to capture or eliminate them at all costs, the Dark Brotherhood has no means to confront them head-on.

The only way to deal with this is to flee and transfer, and to lie dormant completely before the Emperor leaves the skyrim.

Although it didn't make sense, she still couldn't help but think that if she assassinated those guys who had a way to die according to the list conveyed by the [Night Mother], wouldn't she be hunted down by this kind of almost overwhelming force?

"What is the most beautiful music in the world? The voice of the Black Gate rang out.

"Silence—" A somewhat distracted Astrid opened his mouth to reply, but was suddenly covered by Ainberjourn, and then a cold sweat broke out.

She's not even close to the Black Gate! So who exactly is there to answer the question?

In the next second, a somewhat familiar voice answered her question.

"Her Royal Highness Princess Emilia, of course." Tuka Yagmi replied: "How well-behaved she was when she was a child, she sang and sang like a lark, but now that she has grown up and become silent, it must be all the fault of the civil war in Skyrim Province!" ”

"[Wrong answer—] "Kuromon doesn't have a chat function, and after giving a response, it fell silent.

Can the Grand Commander fly? And with such precise positioning? But she wasn't wearing that strange armor now, and she didn't have a greatsword in her hand, if only she was there......

"Big, big sister~"

Another sharp-eyed eagle soldier appeared in Astrid's field of vision, and although he looked tired and unmotivated, he also dispelled Astrid's bold idea.

"Please don't play with that black door, it's so noisy that the brothers can't sleep." The sharp-eyed eagle soldier said with a little trepidation.

"Oh? Tell me, 'What's the best music in life?' Jagmi asked the soldier.

"Yes, it's silence!" The soldier roared like a broken jar.

Astrid tried to rush out again, but this time Joan of Arc and Ainburnjourn grabbed her at the same time.

The code to open the door is "Silence", yes, and it must be followed by a "My Brothers", but looking at the guy's context, you can know that he may say the correct answer at any time.

"Heh, I'll listen to you this time." Jagmi stared at the sharp-eyed eagle for a moment, until he began to tremble, and then Shi Shiran said a word and turned to leave.

——4:21——

"I don't know how they did it, but it's clearly ambushing us," Ainburnjourn said in Astord's ear, "Let's leave for a while?" ”

"Why do you think she's ambushing us?" Astoride lowered his voice and pointed to the small pond on the side of the Black Gate, "Most of the people didn't have time to evacuate. ”

"What's there?" Joan of Arc asked, somewhat confused.

"It's not 'what', it's 'nothing,'" Astrid frowned, "I barely left a mark to indicate my absence when I went out, only the two of us and Gallus, and as for the clown pattern......"

"Oh," Joan of Arc nodded, "When the Night Mother asked me to go to rescue you, they also asked the people of the Sanctuary to move, but it seems that they had just sent the Night Mother's coffin and Cicero away, and this side was blocked inside. ”

The Black Gate became quiet all around, but in Astrade's eyes, it was a dead place with no entry and exit, although there was a high chance of escaping by turning around, but that would represent the complete destruction of the upper echelons of the Dark Brotherhood, although there were still Gallus and his daughter outside, how could an organization that was fully wanted by the Empire continue to exist and develop? What's more, if she doesn't save her when she dies, the "we are a big family" on her usual lips will become a complete joke.

"It's impossible, even if they use flying ones, they shouldn't have come so quickly from Dugu City." Astoride felt like his head was in disarray.

"Let me ask, who did you send when you sent me a black letter? What about channels? Joan of Arc asked.

"The ...... of Phocles," Astrid realized what the problem was in the middle of his speech, and in normal times, the rats in the shadows might be afraid of the Dark Brotherhood and do things for them or cover them, but in front of the sharp-eyed eagles, whose power has been greatly increased by the Emperor's presence in the sky, their traces of wanting to hide are as obvious as torches in the night.

"So, these people are just sharp-eyed eagle spies who came to the sky first, not really powerful combatants, and the only thing to worry about is the Grand Commander of Jagmi," Astrade's mind regained clarity, "I don't know how she did it, but it must not be easy for her to travel such a long distance, so we have ample opportunity to sneak in." ”

"Then I'll turn into a giant wolf and fend off those sharp-eyed eagles, and you take the opportunity to open the door and call them out, and then run away." Ainburn said with two strokes of his shoulder.

"No, they're worried that the scam will take a lot of time and we confirm our identity," Astode felt like he had never been clearer: "We'll rush straight in, and the Black Gate will temporarily block the sharp-eyed eagles for us." ”

"But......" Ainburnjourn hesitated.

"The necessary conditions have been met," Astrid stared at Joan of Arc, "you can teleport us away with some kind of spell, and that's what you did with the 'dead and no corpse' commissions, right?" ”

"Of course." Joan of Arc lifted her chin slightly; "Leave it to me."

——4:35——

"What is the most beautiful music in the world? 】”

"It's silence, my brother."

"[Welcome home-]"

The deep voice of the Black Gate was deafening in the middle of the night, and unsurprisingly attracted the sharp-eyed eagles who were ambushing, but as Astrid judged, these people were only scouts scattered to various cities, and their combat effectiveness was completely ineffective until the Black Gate was closed again in front of them, and they were unable to break through the defenses of Ainberjourn inside the gate.

"[In the world-]" "Boom! ”

Before the Black Gate's questioning could begin, it was interrupted by a loud bang, and even if he didn't see it, Astrade could imagine the two-handed greatsword slashing at the Black Gate, and the entire underground sanctuary could feel trembling.

"I'm sorry, Leader, but I've slowed you down in order to sort out the information you need to carry." Nazr had two large bookcases by his side and immediately apologized when he saw Astod appear.

"No, it's my fault that Cicero was too ostentatious to get noticed." Gabriela bowed her head.

"Hah, what are you guys? I set off quite a big firework. Festus looked very proud.

"......" Savis, the Argonian, was silent as he held his twin swords.

"Astrade, are there any reinforcements you can call? I can go and ask for help for you, if not, I can show my true body and be very combative, as long as you don't get scared. Babette stood in front of a vent and looked at the three men who walked into the hall.

As for the few newcomers to the Brotherhood, they are not qualified to speak, but they also show their firmness with their eyes.

"As I said, we are a family," Astord said as he stopped in the middle of the hall, "We will not do or should do anything to abandon our families, or put them in a mortal situation, but today is a reminder to all of us that after we escape, we will have to completely change our way of doing things." ”

"Can you still escape!?" A newcomer suddenly spoke, his face flushed and he bowed his head and was silent after attracting onlookers.

"Hehe, let's start with you." Astrade's head turned to Joan of Arc for a moment, "Miss Dalke?" ”

"Ah...... That gesture is really unpleasant...... Joan of Arc lifted his forehead ornament, took off the black dragon flag behind him with his backhand, and then slammed it into the ground in front of him: "[My Lord is here] (Luminosite Eternelle)!" ”

The black dragon banner turned from black to white at an incredible speed as soon as it touched the ground, and at the same time, the armor and appearance on her body changed, the pale blonde hair color and golden eyes that were originally slightly white instantly turned into dazzling blonde hair and clear blue.

The banner that had turned into a white dragon bloomed with a faint white light, spreading transparent ripples around it, and the newcomer to the Brotherhood who had asked aloud disappeared the moment he touched them.

"Is there usually such a big movement...... "Even Astode, who made such an arrangement, was a little unexpected.

"That's for sinners, and the smaller the movement, the more painful the other person is," the white Joan of Arc blinked, "In this case, I can guarantee that there is no special feeling." ”

"I, me, me! Next to me! Babette, who was ready to fight at the cost of ruining her image, immediately jumped over like a real child, and disappeared after receiving the gentle consent of White Joan of Arc.

"So, ...... next"

"[The most beautiful music in the world is—]"

"Hal van helev!"

Click, click-boom!

A terrifying wave of magic came from the direction of the entrance to the sanctuary, and everyone could clearly hear the sound of the black door shattering, followed by endless flames surging from the entrance.

It ignited everything in the sanctuary almost instantly, and only stopped when it touched the "ripples" of Joan of Arc's banner.

"That guy looks like a swordsman, but does he still have this level of magic......" Astrid looked in the direction of the door, "Why on earth would I assassinate an emperor who is protected by such a person?" ”

"Hmm...... Presumably...... Bad luck? Joan of Arc held up the flag to protect the surrounding Brotherhood members from the flames, and spoke somewhat intermittently.

"Let's go, don't care what order!" Astode took two steps back and stood beside Joan of Arc: "Is there anything I can do to help you?" ”

"Probably, a little power ......" White Joan of Arc held out her hand to Astrid, and she immediately held it tightly.

The vortex, this is Astode's intuitive feeling, just to protect the members of the Brotherhood who are still in the fire, each of them consumes the same power as if they were sucked away by the vortex, and to send them away, this consumption is doubled, Joan of Arc only borrowed a little bit of her strength to make her feel this horror, that Joan of Arc herself......

One by one, the members of the Brotherhood vanished into the white light, and Joan of Arc's protection narrowed and narrowed until they sent away the most occupying Ironbjourn, and in the flames, Joan of Arc and Astoad were almost hand in hand.

"Whew...... At least my decision didn't hurt my family......" The exhausted Astoad whispered, "Fortunately, we have a chance to correct this mistake...... Joan of Arc? ”

"Remember the first time we met?" Joan of Arc didn't try to teleport, but looked up at Astrid: "You ask me what justice is. ”

"There's something to talk about when we leave!" Sensing that something was wrong, Astoride hurriedly interrupted her.

"And this is my justice." Joan of Arc gave her a hard push.

Astrid felt as if she had fallen into some strange passageway that had lost her sense of direction, and Joan of Arc smiled at her just outside the entrance to the passage.

"Jeanne!" Astrade's eyes widened.

"I'm sorry, I can't leave myself," she heard the girl say, "This kind of magic can only teleport to others, and you just didn't ask, don't worry, I can protect myself, even if I am captured by the Imperial Legion." ”

Astode had just put his mind at ease when he saw a large expanse of blazing flames burrowing into the teleportation tunnel.

"Gee, there's a loophole in this teleportation, Zela's idiot," Joan of Arc let go of the banner and clasped her hands together, "Don't forget your promise, Chief." ”

"Wait! Even if that ignition teleports over—"

"La Pucelle! 】”

The last thing that remained in Astrade's eyes was the flames that rolled back, the figure of Na Darch disappearing into the flames, and the faint smile on her face.