The land is not very large, and the national strength is not very strong, but almost no country is willing to provoke.

In the eyes of many historians, he was an invader of the Roman Empire, and after occupying Rome, he brazenly named himself "holy" on the basis of Rome and called himself "Holy Roman Empire".

Scholars believe that the state's continued existence was not due to a strong military or diplomacy with other countries, but to slavery. A kind of enslavement that spiritually ruled most of the continent, and with the spread of such enslavement came supreme rights.

And this right is called religion.

The history of such a country is colorful. Of course, this is a decorative statement, and if you want to be more subtle, it means that the country is big and there is everything.

Some things are not allowed to be known by outsiders, so the parties will do their best to silence other people's mouths, but there are some major things that cannot be hidden.

The historians of the Holy Roman Empire did not eat the Holy Roman system at all. Although they served in the Empire, they served history. They are upright, silently recording what they have seen and what has happened as if they were dead, and then desperately guarding history, even if the Pope orders them, they are unwilling to change their records. They are guarding everything they see with their lives, carrying out their justice. Passed down from generation to generation. Even if someone is killed because they anger the church forces, the next one will still faithfully record history.

There have been times when kings tried to falsify or even destroy the annals of the historians, but the annals of this family were specially made. History will not be recognized without verification, and the person who did so was eventually forced to step down in the world for "trying to falsify history", but saved his life.

The family name is full of mythology, and the origin of this surname is the great king of the ancient Jewish kingdom: Solomon.

The Solomonic family has recorded history for the Holy See for generations. The history they recorded was the history of Christ, and as long as it was a kingdom of faith in Christ, Solomon recorded his history.

The aristocracy hated Solomon because their accounts were often accurate.

Their positions have always been passed down from one line to the next, and they are filled by members of the same family. Therefore, the family was respected in later generations, but it was hated in aristocratic circles.

They are people to be respected, without whom we would not have the history we see today, but the price they paid was also dearly.

Today, another Solomon historian is about to be hanged.

Because the historian ran into the king of the Holy Roman Empire and pushed a nun against the wall, and his face was already on the nun's face. The nun resisted, but seemed unable to break free from the king's power. This scene was faithfully recorded by the historian, and then named it "disrespectful to the gods".

The emperor had a hard time arguing, but he did not have the courage to kill the nun, so he had to kill the historian.

The historian accepted the death sentence calmly, but held the recorded history book in his hand, and did not let go even if the guards punched and kicked him, until the successor sent by his family came, and after the history book was handed over, Solomon Historian passed out and died in the cage.

When the noose was around his neck, he still faced death indifferently, without a trace of fear.

The hanging began, the moving plank under his feet was loosened, and he fell.

The noose was around his neck, and the force of his weight drop was enough to tear his neck apart.

But he fell straight to the ground, embarrassed, and the dust stained his white robe.

Before he could react, a sword cut the rope off his hand.

"Stand up and follow me." After one of the silver-armored knights finished speaking, he didn't care if he followed, and left straight away.

The historian didn't know what was going on, but he followed the knight away.

He didn't know who the knight was, but he could only see the outline of a sword and a shield on the black cloak behind him forming a golden family emblem, and under his helmet, a wisp of white hair was exposed.

They walked straight out of the gallows, and the Roman guards who had been the guards at the beginning were all pushed to the ground without being killed.

The knights were all dressed in the same attire, with silver armor and black cloaks, and golden sword and shield family emblems.

"On the orders of the regimental commander, this will be returned to you." A knight returns a book of history to the historian. The historian glanced at it, and it was his own one.

"You're free now." Without any more words, all the knights let go of the suppressed Roman soldiers, turned on their horses, and galloped away.

The historian opened the annals and took a look, and there was no shortage of things recorded. He was free.

But he won't leave. He would return to the palace and continue to serve as a historian. Even if death.

There is a group of people who like them more than they respect.

That group of people came from Destiny.

Because what historians have seen, heard, thought and judged is what the Mandate of Heaven wants to know and reveal to them. Therefore, they have no idea that their eyes and ears have long been blinded, and the ignorant generation after generation has passed on the history that has long been revised, desperately under the "death threats" disguised by generations of popes, and they are terrified all day long, but they insist and proudly record the history of a century after a century.

Those who do not know the truth are honored to them, until the truth is full of mercy to them.

Because someone has to do such a job.

Many of the true truths have long been wiped out by invisible forces, because they are secrets that cannot be revealed, and those secrets, each of which contains unrivaled horror, and the record of every secret is stained with the blood of unsung heroes. Every word was stained with blood, and it was all piled up with the lives of countless Destiny soldiers.

Those secrets from the Honkai should be forever, hidden in the dark, so that they can never be turned over.

There are more poor ordinary people like the chroniclers, and in the Holy Roman Empire, there are many, many such people.

This historian was dutiful, but what he didn't know was that the nun was the A-rank Valkyrie of the Mandate of Heaven. If that emperor wants to overthrow her, ten more will not be enough. This is just an elaborate frame-up.

As for why Destiny can meddle in the politics of this religious country?

Very simple. Because the Vatican, the center of world religions, is in the Holy Roman Empire, and the headquarters of the Mandate of Heaven is in the Vatican.

It is a majestic building and the center of the entire Christian faith, built by order of Constantine the Great and designed by Michelangelo himself, as the headquarters of the Mandate of Heaven.

And the current pope is Pius II, but this is nothing more than a pseudonym. His real surname was Apocalis.

This pope was actually a poor man, the previous pope died unexpectedly. The Mandate of Heaven claims to be dead of exhaustion and old age to the outside world, and to die from the invasion of Honkai internally. But if Honkai can invade the Mandate of Heaven Headquarters, then the Mandate of Heaven will have no point in sustaining it.

Destiny obviously doesn't want to explain too much, and this kind of rhetoric has only one meaning: tell everyone not to ask too much, not to know why.

But the position of the pope could not be vacant, so he was forcibly put on the pope by the Apokalis family, but he did not have any real power. He was nothing more than a godfather who sang the Bible aloud and praised the Lord with a large number of cardinal knights.

But to be honest, it's more like a real pope.

Lucent Apokalis was a middle-aged godfather. He himself did not have the combat power to fight Honkai head-on, but he was able to get into the position of cardinal archbishop with his excellent eloquence and slick manner. Now he has the privilege of following the meeting along.

Now the few people who really hold the real power in the Mandate of Heaven are all sitting peacefully at the council table of the Mandate of Heaven.

They were all young, and they looked almost all gray-haired old men. In Luxent's eyes, they usually just beat their waists and legs, cough and cough. Even when they were in a meeting, they looked lazy, lazy, and unmotivated, and looked like bad old men who were about to do anything.

But this is a group of people who stand at the pinnacle of power. If they want to destroy any country, it's just a matter of waving their hands. All of Europe's Christendom would do as long as they wanted, and then the Allied armies from Europe would flood that country like a tidal wave. So if anyone underestimates these old men and dares to provoke them, he will see what real horror is.

And such a group of people, a group of old people who are usually lazy to get together in meetings, are sitting neatly at the long table today, well-dressed, and sitting in a precarious position.

Their waists were straight, and their eyes were as sharp as eagles. Their eyes were very unified as they looked at the door, their expressions were solemn, and some of them were still clenching their fists tightly, and the bruises on their dry and wrinkled skin were full of bruises without realizing it.

They were waiting for a man to arrive.

Lucent was very curious about what kind of person he was.

The sound of cowhide boots came from the corridor in the distance, like the beat of a drum before the start of the war, slow and powerful. The footsteps were louder and louder, like the war drums getting louder and louder, and in the end, although some people were brought out of their eyes with a fighting spirit, as if they were standing on the battlefield again, riding a BMW under their crotch and holding a sword in their hands. The order is given, and you will not be able to move forward!

Whether it was the old man or Luxant, their eyes were glued to the closed door. They waited, waiting for the owner of the footsteps to push open the door.

Click...

In the midst of all the attention, the door was finally opened, and the first thing everyone saw was the gray hair that seemed to reflect the brilliance of silver.

Kaslana? Luxent thought to himself. But when he saw the face of the visitor, he bowed his head respectfully, and looked away from him, not daring to look at him again.

It was an old face with wrinkles and age spots, and eyes as sharp as knives.

If the wrinkles are smoothed out, you can see his sharp and angular face and facial features, and his sword-like eyebrows seem to be extremely sharp

。 He looks like a peerless sword, and anyone who comes close to him will be cut by the edge.

His name was Arthur Caslana.

When Lucent saw him again, he felt as if he had become unresponsive. There has always been only one person who can make all the councilors and elders so close to the enemy, and that is the person who was the head of Kaslana's family, and who once beat all the officers of the First Knights, the most elite force of the Mandate of Heaven, to lie down in the camp. Half of the old people here are the officers who were beaten down.

Now that he was old, no one dared to challenge his majesty. No one dared to try to challenge him because he was old, because he was already the childhood, the shadow of adulthood and the shadow of old age of all the people of Destiny... Well, it's the shadow of a lifetime.

This former iron-blooded general once led the Mandate of Heaven to victory over many Honkai invasions with his tough style and irascible style. His incomparably glorious exploits and incomparably tough style have made many people shy away from him. Because this old man is so difficult to get along with.

But Luxant still felt very strange, no matter how strong he was, it was also before. Why do all the people here take him so seriously?

"Arthur, you're late. Are you old enough to make it impossible for you to remember things? ”

"I think I can still remember something. At least I'm here. Arthur replied without the slightest intention of stopping, and went straight to an empty seat and sat down calmly, and looked at everyone calmly.

"Alright, since we're here, let's start the meeting." The ruler on behalf of the House of Apokalis spoke, "From ... Arthur, you said that the factor that is important enough to create a new Knights, let's get started. ”