The aristocratic floats drove into the Square of Truth, and the crowd of onlookers erupted in cheers from time to time, and the cheers reached their climax as several dark blue cars that were noticeably larger and crawling forward like giant beasts.

In the eyes of many people, these families belong to the declining aristocracy, and I don't know where they built such a magnificent float, which is even bigger than the Duke Clark's family headed by them, just like the legendary mechanical giants that the Muyi people are best at.

Someone secretly flaunted what he knew, saying that this group of nobles had accepted the patronage of wealthy commoners, and this was the only reason for this.

There are also people who are stunned by this, such as Mr. Philip, who is crowded in the crowd. He was explaining to his female companion and court, the water magician Master Dewin, that it gave him a bad feeling that it had taken place in the Colossus of Mamba, and that the Impole had taken Mamba City by hiding in such a colossus, and that the latter laughed that he was just an occupational disease left over from his time as a scout.

Duke Clark, who was already seated on the other side, also spread out his perception and carefully searched the huge float, but he didn't find anything unusual, so he simply put his thoughts aside for the time being.

He looked up and looked west, slightly uneasy.

That was the direction of Jialan Academy, but Lu Xi'an hadn't arrived yet.

More than that, Samuel, Barry...... None of the future heirs of the council families have appeared.

In fact, what disturbed him the most was Mu Yan, and that guy hadn't appeared until now.

He has also felt the recent changes in Falan City, and if this flood of accumulated pressure needs an outlet, then it is the perfect choice today. His Royal Highness Ferro, who appeared next to the king at the moment, also illustrated this very well, and his sharp eyes were like him, and he immediately spotted a ring on the latter's hand.

Once on the hand of Lawrence II, the ring was created by the first Council of Six to protect the king 700 years ago, and has been passed down through the generations.

Although they don't have to ask about such a thing, as a parliamentary family, they still have the most basic right to know, and when did His Majesty the King become so bold?

Gain's eyes narrowed slightly.

In addition, the silence of the tower also made him curious, although there were two chief priests standing behind the king, but such a big thing was always done by the Pope in the past, and at this time only two main priests were sent, is it too unreasonable?

All kinds of doubts are intertwined, which makes Gain, who has always been accustomed to controlling the overall situation, feel a little apprehensive, especially at this juncture.

But it was more of a novelty, and he had a hunch that he would experience the end of the old era and the arrival of a new one, and that his name would be remembered by posterity anyway—he hoped that it would be more famous.

As the cheers came to an end, the half-hour entry of the nobles came to an end. The dukes and marquis, who were at the center of the empire's power, took their seats one after another, and the remaining nobles could only hate to stand on the periphery even if they had a large number of counties, after all, the square of truth was so big, and there was still enough space for the king.

As in previous years, Lawrence II held up the Stick of Truth in the shape of an old tree root.

Under the invisible majesty, the square fell silent in an instant.

There is no need for anyone to command the dispatch, there is no need for any advance arrangement, everything is spontaneous and unanimous.

Even if they are rotten and degenerate, they still retain their reverence for the truth in their hearts.

That was the source of their motivation to break free from the quagmire of the Morning Star, and it was also the most holy and undesecrated piece of pure land in the bones of the Jialan people.

Just like this Staff of Truth, it was nothing more than a piece of wood that had been permanently entrenched, an ordinary piece of wood that was casually broken by the mage leader who had chosen the site of Fa Blue City. It implies that there is only a thin line between the ordinary and the eternal, just like human beings, who are born ordinary, but have infinite possibilities. Obviously the weakest, but fortunate enough to occupy the most lush piece of land in Lokan.

"We fear the truth."

"We seek the truth."

"We are born of the truth."

"We died for the truth."

The King held the Staff of Truth aloft, and the voice rang through the corners of the square in a circle of magic amplification.

The king of the night seemed to be in great spirits, as if he agreed with this sentence from the bottom of his heart, and did not read it from the book as he had done in the past.

But then, he made a move that everyone didn't expect......

He gave the Staff of Truth to Fellowo!

Unlike his father, the young prince held the Staff of Truth in one hand, and stood as straight as a sword unsheathed.

Then, he turned around sharply and slashed downward!

In the midst of an exclamation, the Staff of Truth landed firmly on the shoulders of one of the priests, but did not make a sound.

It was clear that Fello had regained his strength when he fell, but despite this, the priest was controlled by a force in fear and knelt down, his body completely unresponsive, on the one hand, frightened by Fello's sudden blow, and on the other hand...... Someone's playing tricks!

But in the eyes of the crowd, it was like a sudden attack, and the priest fell to his knees in a panic and bowed before Fello.

The square fell silent again, and tens of thousands of people almost held their breath in unison.

Fello's cold voice sounded at this moment:

"In the 57th year of the Faith Calendar, when the Jialan Mage Association left the Morning Star, the patriarch of the Elven Night Whispering Family, Xian Jir, promised to lend a helping hand through the mouth of the Tower Pope. As a result, they reneged on their promises, the association waited for reinforcements to be hopeless, and the twelve seven-ring mages blew themselves up one after another, fighting for a glimmer of life for the establishment of Jialan......

Over the next three years, several elven mages joined the tower to fight against the mage guild, which had lost its upper powers, and the latter never recovered......

Since the beginning of the 114th year of the Faith Calendar, four statues have been added to the Square of Truth, which are the four main priests of the Elemental Tower. They died in the encirclement of the Grey Lord Mahiz, on the grounds of 'blasphemy', for which no specific explanation has been given so far. And the latter, before his death, participated in the repair of the Silent Enchantment in the whole field......

"In the year 179 of the Faith Calendar, the statues of the twelve mages in the Square of Truth were replaced by the successive presidents of Jialan College, at first there were only four, and then gradually increased, and the Lord Anthony Clarke was the last one......

"In the year 274 of the Faith Calendar, the textbooks of the magic department of Jialan Academy began to be 'updated' every 50 years, and the content involving the twelve mages who died in battle was changed and deleted one after another, and finally only their spells remained......

In 391 AD, part of the Jialan Library's collection was borrowed by the Elemental Tower, claiming to have been copied and returned, but it has not yet been "copied". A year ago, part of the collection was discovered in the Tower of the Morning Star.

"478 years of faith......

"604 years of faith......

"Faith ......"

Every word, every incident, is like a tearful accusation, and like the awakening Honglu bell, the sound hits the eardrum of the Jialan people, deafening. The listeners all bowed their heads in shame, their fists clenched and released......

Once upon a time, their fathers, fathers' fathers, were still reminiscing about this history, and they were still warning their children and grandchildren not to forget the inheritance of the Jialan people...... But in the blink of an eye, the inheritance has been wiped out, those who should never be forgotten have been wantonly abandoned, and those thick histories have been smeared, trivialized, and nihilistic......

The two main priests of the Elemental Tower trembled, not from fear, but from struggling. The self-proclaimed strength of the white robe made them unwilling to be pressed by a mere prince, but there was a force in the shadows that restrained them, making them unable to stand up, let alone resist.

“…… There are no more people in the slums. Fallo's gaze swept over everyone present, revealing a look of sadness. There are no old people or children left. ”

"The 'untouchables' whom you despise and who you despise are slaughtered like sacrificial animals by the people of the Tower, offering their souls and bodies to their gods. Then, they were ready to use the power of this sacrifice to threaten and destroy Jialan, so that everyone who did not wish to become a believer would bow down, surrender, offer their loyalty and faith, and voluntarily put on a collar and become a livestock in their captivity.

"There's a secret passage underneath Elemental Alley that has been filled, and if you're interested, you can check it out for yourself after the Tower fell today. The blood stains in the corridor may not have dried up completely, and the smell is as strong as that of a slaughterhouse. ”

As soon as these words came out, the crowd was in an uproar, breaking the oppressive silence for the first time.

"How is it possible, how can the tower be ......"

"Did I hear me right? His Highness said that the tower was destroyed......"

"Destroy the Tower? He's crazy, isn't he? He ......"

"You can't do that!"

Sure enough, an elderly nobleman stood up and shouted a loud scolding, and suddenly, a large number of people followed him and stood up.

All of them are devotees of the goddess.

This group of people is born with wealth and status, but there are always some unsatisfactory places in a person's life, and the Tower is such a place that they can get everything they want through a reasonable exchange...... Such as lifespan, such as health, such as the caster's talent. They see it as a gift from God, and they take it for granted and believe in it as a "faith" that they take for granted.

"Your Highness should not judge the Tower from the standpoint of the untrustworthy, and what you say is doubtful."

The old man retorted, drawing a chorus of echoes.

Seeing this, Philo raised his eyebrows, "Do you think your belief in the goddess is unwavering?" ”

"Yes, Your Highness. Your so-called 'the mages who tampered with history and persecuted Jialan' have always been a statement, and it still needs to be verified for a long time. And if what happened in the slums is true, I don't think it's a kind of purification...... The goddess is fair to everyone, and it is also a relief for those untouchables who should not have come to Fa Lan City, but they have been blinded by greed, and their souls have long been lost. But in the kingdom of the goddess, they will receive eternal life. Isn't Your Highness being bewitched by some villain to use this as an excuse to do something to the tower? ”

Philo looked at him slightly, and did not pay attention to it, but asked rhetorically: "Let me ask you again, do you think you have a firm belief in the goddess?" ”

The old nobleman was angry for a while, but he still said sonorously: "Yes! ”

"Even if it costs with your life for it?"

The old nobleman hesitated a little, but the black crowd behind him seemed to give him confidence, and he simply stiffened his neck: "That's right, my faith is more real than real gold!" Stand up to workout! ”

"Good!"

Philo snapped his fingers slightly.

In an instant, three dark blue cars parked in the inner circle of the square began to twist and deform! In a burst of "clanging", their blue shells spread out and shrunk and assembled, revealing the secrets embedded inside! It was a row of swarthy and delicate repeating heavy crossbows! The crossbow blade was sharp, the thickness of a bowl, made of stainless steel, and shimmered in the light of the Square of Truth, stabbing the eyes.

At this moment, dozens of sturdy men jumped down from the cart, manipulated the heavy crossbow to turn around, and aligned the old nobleman and the believers behind him.

With a "plop", the old nobleman fell to the ground, his face turned pale.

At the same time, the nobles who were still imposing a second ago and stood up for their beliefs all subconsciously shrank back......

Pointed at by the sharp crossbow blades that stretched for tens of meters by the three that could be fired at least a hundred in an instant, who would be scared of the pee.

"It seems that your faith is not strong enough, at least not to the point of dedicating yourself to it."

Fello scoffed.