Bang!

First there was a thunderbolt, and then the torrential rain fell overwhelmingly, and the magnificent King of Ancient Regus, under the power of heaven and earth, was like a small boat, chasing the waves, and it would completely overturn if it was not careful.

Luo Ya. James stared at the rainstorm outside the royal city, his gloomy middle-aged face with a delicate short beard and mature charm reflected in the glass.

Guregus crumbling.

Thinking so in his heart, he looked beyond the magnificent five walls of the royal city, and seemed to see the boundless rebel army.

The royal city was built in the center of the mountain range, and the four huge territories of Guregus could only be connected to each other through the royal city, and if it was still when the ancient leggs were strong, this centralization and ability to control the main transportation routes could make the royal city never fall, even if it was surrounded on three sides, it could still get enough resources from the last territory and counterattack.

The enemy, in the process of not being able to communicate with each other on three sides and can only use uncertain factors to communicate with difficulty, will inevitably take care of one and lose the other, so that the royal city can counterattack.

But......

Our last piece of territory that could provide resources, the domain of the great 'City Defender Oslov', was given to our 'more' great Queen Alison. Ed VI was forced to rebel.

Shit.

… Luo Ya. James shifted his gaze to the palace, where the white mass built on the mountains was finally dyed black, and an uneasy, ominous aura crept through it.

He was silent, and after a moment he squeezed out a grim smile, and sighed and whispered:

"Maybe in a few days, when there is a new king or queen in the royal city, Ed VI will be called the Mad Queen...... Unfortunately, she is still the queen now. ”

……

……

Royal Palace, Inner Sanctum.

Another corpse was carried out of the temple, blood already filling the huge pit in the center of the inner sanctum, and the ministers stood uneasy while guards with red pointed hats and red robes and silver armor beheaded another struggling prisoner.

The smell of blood pervaded.

A large gate carved out of stone, standing empty among blood and skulls.

A blue-robed, higher-ranking guard glanced at the number of prisoners left and walked over to the 'door'.

In front of the 'door', a lady who was delving into some crazy runes that were hard to read turned around, she had golden eyes and black hair rarely seen in Gregs, she was tall and good-looking.

The lady held the book in one hand, and there was no emotion in her beautiful countenance, and she said in a cold voice:

"What's wrong? Captain of the Guard. ”

Her voice frightened the captain of the guard, and so did the captain of the guard in her eyes.

Captain Charlie swore to heaven that this woman must have been some kind of ghostly change, as rumored in the market...... Otherwise, it is difficult to explain why a weak woman would make him, a battle-hardened warrior, fearful.

Charlie took a deep breath and whispered:

"Prime Minister, there are not enough prisoners......

He didn't finish his sentence and got stuck, because the Prime Minister, in this Guregs power is only under the queen alone. Morton, looking at him with an imbecile look.

Prime Minister Evelyn. Morton raised his chin slightly, his expression indifferent:

"Guregus is in crisis, and you're bothering me over such a trivial matter, Captain of the Guard? Wangcheng is a city with hundreds of thousands of ...... Oh, in a big city with a population of hundreds of thousands, there are not enough prisoners, so you can arrest them. ”

The Prime Minister gave the order and turned his attention to the door, gesturing to the court wizards to strengthen their magic.

She raised her hands and shouted to the restless ministers and wizards:

"Soon, the door will open; Soon, we'll be able to save the Gurregs and make the land shrouded in the Queen's glory once again! ”

And on the throne, the mad queen wore long hair and laurels, and smelled blood with an indulgent face.

In the dim light, her face seemed to be shrouded in darkness.

But when I looked closely, I could see her crazy eyes, like a nightmare that could not be dissipated.

……

……

Just a hundred kilometers outside the city of King Gregus, in a place called Sunset, the leaders of the rebels are meeting in their tavern-turned-headquarters headquarters.

"Storming the royal city? You must be crazy! Amos, who had coordinated logistics and brought a touch of order to the rebels, had a serious face, "Gentlemen, you are thinking of attacking a royal city that has not been breached in a hundred years. ”

Behind the table where the map was placed, a sturdy man in knight's costume said in a deep voice:

"There has never been an uprising that requires no sacrifice, Mr. Amos, and if you doubt my resolve, I can be at the forefront of the attack and be the first to ascend the city."

"I'm not questioning you, Julius." Amos averted his gaze, "The royal city has been surrounded, we can surround it and force that mad queen to surrender, as long as she surrenders, then we can take advantage of the situation to hang that evil prime minister, we ......"

A rough man with blond hair at the table said coldly:

“… Can we put Ed VII on the throne? I heard that the girl was also crazy, like her mother. It's great that we've got a new mad queen. ”

Julius, dressed as a knight, slapped his hands on the table and said in a low voice:

"But that's legitimacy! Alex. ”

The blonde man, known as Alex the Brave, glared at his partner:

"We shed too much blood for legitimacy! Besides, can you guarantee that Ed VII is truly a royal bloodline? She's an illegitimate daughter! And the biological father is unknown, I have heard rumors......"

Amos listened in silence to the eternal quarrel.

No dynasty can easily fall, and legitimacy is the most dear thing in all of Ancient Regus.

Rights, from Orthodoxy.

Power also comes from jurisprudence.

Even Ed VI, known as the Mad Queen, Her Majesty Alison, will only end up abdicating and becoming a mad baroness. And the next queen or king will never be born from the rebels, but will only be selected from the Ed bloodline with 'legitimacy'.

"I won't continue arguing with you, Julius, but that illegitimate daughter of Ed VI is never allowed to inherit the throne, and I would rather choose a side king than a second mad queen, that girl, but with her mother, she can smile and watch Lord Oslov's two sons and one daughter being burned alive."

Alex stepped in and ended the long debate.

Julius, on the other hand, took a step and silently accepted the result of a slight deviation from legitimacy.

Amos breathed a sigh of relief, and then heard Julius ask:

"By the way, what about our holy woman?"

In the tavern, the voices were boiling:

"She's not been there."

"I seem to have seen her go to the lookout."

"She carries a sword, and she carries a squire."

“……”

In the midst of the noise, Amos shouted:

"My friend Julius! I'll go find her for you? ”

He really didn't want to stay here.

……

……

Breathing in the cool forest air, the starry sky and the pure moonlight at night, the beauty and comfort made Amos breathe a long sigh of relief.

How one endures failure does not mean how one enjoys success.

Now that the rebels are close to victory, all kinds of voices are being revealed.

Orthodox, unorthodox; royalists, royalist bloodlines; Reformist, industrialist...... Amos never imagined that there would be so many factions within the rebel army, whose goal was simply to 'save the whole country'.

Today it may just be Alex and Julius arguing, but tomorrow there will be someone else arguing, and the day after tomorrow there will be a new quarrel.

Amos looked at the bright moonlight, and his heart was heavy.

"We're not yet victorious...... he thought, driving his horses on.

Along the way, he met a lot of rebels who were resettled anywhere, and along the path, he came all the way to a lookout where he could see the royal city from afar.

Under the red-brick tower, the young man named Allen, the servant of the Holy Maiden, was sitting on the steps with his sword in his hand, half-closed eyes and pretending to sleep.

Seeing Amos coming, he quickly stood up:

"Mr. Amos!"

Every time he saw this righteous and passionate teenager, Amos was extremely happy. The heavy heart seemed to be driven away a little, and he smiled:

"Alan, you look like you're almost asleep."

"Hey......" Alan smiled and looked away, turning his head back and saying, "Ahem, sir, are you looking for Miss Vera?" ”

"Well, Command is looking for her too." Amos walked into the tower.

"She's up there." Alan pointed upwards.

After exchanging pleasantries, Amos walked up the tower and down the spiral staircase to the observation room on the top floor.

I don't know when it started.,The Holy Maiden Vera is getting more and more dislike to be close to people.,Often appearing alone in this kind of inexplicable place.,Even carrying an entourage was told countless times by the leaders before she was reluctantly willing.。

Walking into the observation room, the dilapidated place made his brow furrow.

In the wreckage of the half-collapsed, open-air observation room, a woman wearing a ribbon helmet, silver-scale armor, and a white and gold cloak sat on a brick wall.

She heard the voice and turned her head.

She must not be very old, her delicate face is still immature, her long black hair is scattered on her body, and her fair skin has the beauty of a girl's life.

Vira della Maggio.

This young girl, who always leads the way and always wields the holy sword 'Vivaldo', has a hollow look in her eyes:

"I heard the voice, shhhhh

She stretched out her hand wrapped in a silver-chained glove and shook it in the direction of Wang Cheng:

"There was a voice calling to me, and it had been growing stronger ever since. Mr. Amos, my headaches are getting more and more pronounced and getting more ...... It hurts, me, I feel like my head is melting. ”

The Sick Saint ...... Amos fell into guilt, and he relieved:

"Vera, you can rest well, didn't the doctor say? You can be cured with a good rest. ”

"Rest......," the saint repeated in confusion, and then, with a sunny smile, "I will." ”

I don't know if it's an illusion, Amos thinks......

The beautiful sky-blue eyes of the Virgin Vera seemed to be faintly glowing, and ...... The color seems a little lighter?

What diseases can make the color of the eyes lighter...... Or is it my delusion? Amos thought so.