The jagged towers and platforms were lit with many bonfires and magic lamps, and even a huge primitive searchlight made of a hemispherical shape as smooth as a silver bowl, which swept through the wooded clearings and rocky roads beyond the moat, and the firelight that danced against the background of night was a pair of castle guards walking back and forth.

Most of them are composed of first-class warriors and spellcasters who carry spell equipment, coupled with the usual strict training, they suddenly form a powerful combat group, enough to deal with the prying eyes of all kinds of enemies, and the wizards and priests who have a large number of [True Knowledge] guards, not to mention spies, even a virtual undead, don't want to sneak into the castle unknowingly.

It is a modest residence not much more modest than the Czech Prague Castle (66,761 square meters, which is still the residence of the Czech president).

Twenty-five meters below the ground.

Inside a tall and wide dark chamber hall.

Grand Duke Edmund Dundees, dressed in a scarlet gold-threaded formal suit, sat proudly on his throne with the armrest of a king's armrest, and listened in silence with a stern and deep expression—an old man in a dark blue robe spoke.

If you look closely at the splendid priest's robes, embroidered with treacherous lines of undead, mist, and terrifying hints of blood-dripping blades, it gives people a terrifying feeling of intrigue, killing, and death.

The hooded old man with a scar on his cheek like a fold of dried vegetables and fruits, like a smile but not a smile, raised his hands to the Grand Duke with a happy expression, and closed his eyes slightly with emotion, as if he felt the great will transmitted from the void: "It's been more than 20 years in a blink of an eye, and I think it was in this place back then." It's just that it was your father who sat on the throne back then, and you are the one who sits on the throne today! Hehe, this cycle of fate is really wonderful, maybe it is the same as the three bitches of fate said - unpredictable. ”

Between the old man's words, he seemed to have no sense of reverence for the three goddesses of fate, and even had a faint grudge and hatred.

The Grand Duke who was on the throne turned his head with a hoarse chuckle.

He was dressed in a dark curly coat with a lion tiger motif on his chest.

The triple sleeves inside the smock of the gold silk tulle are faintly visible, and the gold silk reflects the dazzling low-key luxury and wealth hidden in the reflection of the two rows of ceiling magic spotlights around it.

Under the metallic sheen reflected by the throne and the two gebras that creep around it.

Even on those robes, the gold lines shone like streamers, which were extremely gorgeous and dazzling.

The pride of Edmund Dundees, which was often shown on his face only when he was young, is also reflected in the majesty: "The noble blood and the supreme power have been passed down from generation to generation." Isn't it the power of the noble blood to rule over the people that is the greatest proof of natural divine endowment?"

"However, using a conspiracy to slaughter the people and treating them as cannon fodder is not a divine gift, right?" The old man looked at the grand duke who had been cut off and demoted on the surface, but in fact he still had hands and eyes to the sky.

The graceful and luxurious Dundee's eyes were cold and cold, but his tone was calm and indifferent, without showing any anger: "Don't talk nonsense, there have been a lot of cult activities outside the city recently, even if something happens to those moth-like fart people...... What does it have to do with me? But~ Bishop Caleb, your church still has a lot of eyeliner. No matter which continent is in turmoil, you can make a last yellow finch in advance. If it weren't for your old friend, I would have found an assassin to kill you. Hehehehehe......"

The old bishop thought to himself: Only by believing in you can there be ghosts. Eighty percent of them made money and promises together, and let the casters of the cult use them as white gloves and black pots for you, and clean up the surplus farming population through massacres. How could this happen without the tacit consent of your nobles? Besides, you hereditary nobles are no worse than any professional politicians in playing politics and conspiracy, and it is not once or twice that you have done this.

Caleb smiled casually when he heard this, but suddenly immediately put away his smile and sighed slowly: "Timoses is also a generation of immortal heroes. It's a pity!~ Although he also has the posture of a hegemon, he does not have as much help as we have now. The top management of the syndicate has never liked to stand in the front desk and 'occupy the land of a country'. That would make them set up an obvious target and become the target of the nobles of all continents. Therefore, the act of encroaching on the AIDS kingdom will definitely not have the support of many of their parliamentarians, and it should be just a one-man show of some marginal faction that advocates itself. And ~ now they are still with the behemoth of the Cartel Federation, and they are also facing up in various commercial fields and regions, and I am afraid that there will be nothing else this time - they want to curry favor with the Syndicate and their small and medium-sized forces, help them fight the front station, and be cannon fodder!

He smiled at the Grand Duke again and said, "In this way, it will not be long before you can sit on the throne of the king and be shouted long live by the mountains." Demand power, power, money, and money. How many people have to look at your eyes and lick your toes all their lives. It's like a few old guys from our Chaos Church, who either live a hard life in a remote desert area, or they are nested in the shadows without sunlight, and they can't walk to the front desk to accept the cheers of all eyes for the rest of their lives. Hey~~~ May the great god of a thousand faces, the master of conspiracy, killing, and death, Nyarlathotep, forgive me for my sins of disrespect!~"

The Grand Duke thought in his heart: If you really come to the forefront, what will happen to us aristocrats, politicians, officials, and gangs~~~

He didn't show any actual thoughts on his face, and laughed again: "After all, I am also a devout disciple of the great God of Thousand Faces. After I succeed in ascending to the throne, the Church's mission in the country will be unimpeded. Although because of the rejection of the Church of the Gods, it cannot be directly established as a state religion on the surface. But the growth of the church after that is also due to the great contribution of your archbishops~! When the time comes, maybe it will be like more than ten years ago, the second prince who planned the Oriath Kingdom was attacked by the assassin spells played by his own men. After winning the sympathy of the people, he bribed the minister to accuse the first heir of murdering his siblings and succeeded to the throne. Therefore, my god was overjoyed, and he descended a great grace and directly promoted a legendary priest of the 12th order. ”

The old man's orange-skinned face was full of red light, but while waving the rose-gold gorgeous scepter, he pretended to sigh and said: "Oops~ Thunder, rain and dew are all divine graces, how dare you ask for half a little." This is the next ~ all need the life of the Duke's soldiers. The old man is just secretly contacting some allies and planning the tricks of everyone's mobilization and cooperation. “

The Grand Duke looked thoughtfully through the void, as if looking at the imposing center of the royal city in the northeast, and asked in a deep voice, as if cautious, "Are their fleets and allies ready?"

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