Bright red blood gushed on the sky-blue film spread on the ground, and this visually striking picture was nothing new to the people standing on the sidelines. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

"Another one?" The archbishop waved his hand and asked the attendants to clean up the girl lying in a pool of blood along with the glue, and then quickly left under the gaze of the archbishop and the second bishop.

At the same time, a pretty figure, accompanied by several attendants, walked up from the bottom of the steps, passing by the attendants carrying the adhesive film.

"How many are you already?" The archbishop looked at the hollow ring device in front of the high platform on which they were standing, and spoke.

"Counting the fact that I have started using this now, it is already the tenth. If we do this, we will run out of organisms that we don't have. The second bishop, who was standing aside, took over the topic and replied quickly.

"Is it already the tenth? I didn't expect the singer, who is famous for the name of the galaxy, to be so terrifying. In just half an hour, our organisms are consumed. She is the goddess we are looking forward to. The archbishop laughed self-deprecatingly. Turning his head again, he looked at the Second Bishop with blazing eyes and said, "What about our perfect body?" ”

"Still debugging. I'm afraid I won't need to play. The Second Bishop hesitated, then said with a bit of a slurry.

The archbishop's eyes were on the attendant who was laying the new sky-blue adhesive film, and the pretty figure standing on the side, and thought silently for a while, and then said with a firm gaze: "Pass the order!" Bring the perfect body with you! ”

"Yes! As you wish! Your Excellency! The second bishop bent over his chest and said. Immediately, the second bishop raised his hand and waved it a few times, and several shadows flashed out of the darkness of the corridor, saluted the archbishop and the second bishop, and disappeared into the corridor again.

The adhesive film was laid again, and the pretty figure stepped into the adhesive film under the guidance of the attendants. As the lips opened and closed, a burst of singing rang out. The ups and downs of the song caused the ring device in front of the high platform to quickly appear a slowly rotating white-purple vortex. When the archbishop saw this, he knew that the ruins were working again.

"How's it going?" The archbishop asked as he withdrew his gaze from the Ring Device.

"Yes! At present, globular nebulae have taken up the majority of us, and all living planets have been controlled by the messengers of song. It's just that Ragnar is still at war, and the Knight Chief and the First Bishop are still in an inexplicable stalemate with He. The second bishop's voice was full of amusement, as if it was a beautiful thing to see his opponent suffer.

"After all, in the face of that man, a stalemate is a matter of course. If it goes too well, I'll suspect there's fraud in it. The archbishop said unconcernedly.

According to the current plan, the means laid out in advance in the Goddess of Hope have begun to take effect. Ever since the Goddess of Hope Cult settled in this globular nebula, it has been operating with the purpose of establishing a base camp. The epidemic discovered by He Moming and Mark before is actually a derivative of the Goddess of Hope Cult that has been studying how to influence people's minds through singing. After the birth of this token, the Goddess of Hope also went through a fierce battle within the Cult, and finally under the order of the archbishop himself, this token was put on the various life planets of the globular nebula with the idea of being in danger. As a result, it is used today.

As the archbishop pondered the situation before him, a muffled sound rang out again.

"Did it fall again?" The archbishop frowned, realizing if time seemed to be too fast. Looking up, in the strands of hair that had fallen, the archbishop saw the appearance of a face covered with white dead skin, and a trace of blood continued to flow from under the cracked skin, quickly gathering on the ground, forming a pool of blood.

"What's going on?" The second bishop was also puzzled. The previous organism could hold on for five or six minutes no matter how bad it was, but this organism only lasted less than four minutes before collapsing.

"That's it! My friend! Just as everyone was confused, an old voice sounded from the hallway.

As the archbishop and the others looked at them, figures with guns quickly ran out of the shadows in the corridor, quickly controlling the guards who were also in the dark.

"Click!"

"Click!"

Suddenly, the sound of bullets loading continued. Brand-new muzzles of guns were sticking out from all directions, pointing at the archbishop and others on the high platform.

"Really? My old friend. King Windermere, no, the leader behind the Resistance, Emiles Nerisi Windermere! The archbishop raised his hands calmly at the muzzle of many guns, turned to look at the dark corridor.

There was a slight confusion of footsteps, and a figure in a wheelchair with a miniature device in hand was pushed out by the attendants. As the light brightened, the archbishop and others also saw the true face of the visitor.

"Oh, it's you! My old friend! The archbishop smiled unsurprisingly, as if he were greeting an old friend.

The current king of the Kingdom of Windermere, Emile Nerisi Windermere, casually threw aside the miniature device he was holding, slowly stood up with the handle of the wheelchair in his hand, and after refusing the support of the attendants, he slowly walked up to the high platform under the protection of the guards who followed.

"How many years! Ever since I took over from my dying father, I've wanted to come here and see for myself. The old king walked up to the high platform, stood on the adhesive film, looked around, and said.

I saw that the old king's gaze slowly shifted from the surrounding scenery to the figure lying in a pool of blood, and he let out a few suspicious mocking laughs: "This is the Song of the Wind that Wu'er is talking about?" ”

"I'm afraid that's it!" The attendant on the side lowered his head and said.

"Wu'er is still too young!" The old king sighed, looked up at the archbishop, pointed to the figure on the ground, and asked, "My friend." Don't you explain? ”

The archbishop remained unmoved by the muzzles of the guns pointed at him around him, and said calmly: "Since you already know, why do you want me to repeat it? ”

"Huh! I just want you to admit it! The old king looked at the archbishop with burning eyes and said through gritted teeth.

"Right? Star Songer. Over there is your legendary Star Songer. Under the coercion of Windermere's guards, the archbishop said without hesitation.

"Huh! Is that really the case? So today I made the right bet! Someone, bring her to me. The old king smiled, and his face was full of satisfaction.

"She?" As soon as the old king's words came out, the archbishop keenly captured the key information. Before the archbishop could figure out the key to this, the old king took the initiative to solve the archbishop's doubts.

"Huh. Your perfection has fallen into our hands. From this moment on, the legend of our Windermere Star will come once more. And you, you hope that the Cult of the Goddess will have to pay the price for that tragedy eleven years ago, a fatal price!! The old king said at the end as he watched the archbishop grit his teeth. Eleven years is too long for a Windermere man. During this period, the new generation of Windermere people, under the deliberate concealment of the Goddess of Hope Cult, did not know anything about the case that caused the death of nearly one-third of the population of Windermere.

If it weren't for the fact that he had taken over the authority from his dying father and learned the root cause, he would not have secretly raised his head and established a rebel army, nor would he have informed He Inexplicably at this opportune time to take advantage of the stalemate between the large forces of the Goddess of Hope Cult and take the opportunity to attack the headquarters of the Goddess of Hope Cult.

"Finally, in my limited time, I am standing here, standing where the ancestors of Windermere are standing, and I have also found the Star Singer who fought with the ancestors. For that, I am very grateful to you, hateful human!! The old king laughed angrily.

The archbishop shook his head, clearly not wanting to talk to the old king. When the old king saw the archbishop's appearance, he didn't care, and after raising his right hand and waving it, he walked down the high platform step by step with the help of the attendants who greeted him. And the archbishop and others also followed behind reluctantly under the black muzzle of the gun.

As everyone stepped down the platform, several figures appeared in the corridor again. A group of good-looking Windermere maids walked out surrounded by a beautiful figure. I saw that the figure had long purple hair, wearing a white robe with a very Windermere star style, and there was a hint of agility in his ruby eyes, and in the flickering of his gaze, a trace of sad light disappeared in an instant.

"Welcome! O star singers of Windermere! After countless eras, we at Windermere are back for you! The old king looked at the figure with some excitement. The surrounding guards also raised their right hands at the same time, spread them flat on their chests and saluted the Star Songer.

"You, you think, what should I do?" The purple-haired girl opened her mouth and said a little jerky.

The old king glanced at the maids, and then said respectfully, "Ask the singer of the stars to ascend to the high platform and sing the song of the stars again." ”

Without waiting for the purple-haired girl to answer, the maids took the purple-haired girl to the high platform, half coercively, half by pushing and pulling. At the moment of stepping on the high platform, the attendants who had just packed up the high platform passed by the purple-haired girl with the heavy adhesive film. In an instant, the purple-haired girl's eyes once again appeared with a light that was both sad and extremely sad and angry. But this time no one noticed at all, for all the maids stopped at the foot of the last step in front of the high platform.

"Oh my friend! Do you know why the organisms before you always failed? The old king looked at the purple-haired girl standing on the high platform, and said with a slight smile.

There was still silence waiting for the old king.

"Huh." The old king didn't care, and after smiling, he said loudly, "O star singer! In the name of the true king! Sing the sea of stars! ”