"Ye Qingxuan, what you did was too out of line. ”

In the tuner, an old voice came: "At this point, the Secret Keeper School can no longer be suppressed, and the Ministry of Faith and Reason will soon react." ”

"If you can't hold it down, you don't have to press it. ”

Ye Qingxuan lowered his head and trimmed his nails.

The old man's voice froze for a moment, and then became suspicious: "Are you ready to face the wrath of the Holy City? Even we are unlikely to have any influence on the investigation. ”

Ye Qingxuan couldn't help but smile: "Master Heisenberg, are you concerned about my safety, or are you worried about paying such a big price but not clearing the portal?"

Heisenberg was silent.

Ye Qingxuan folded and put away the short quick knife, and looked up at the tuner: "Don't worry, cooperate with me, just like you cooperated with the House before."

You see, you need someone to take the blame, and I need him to die. I am sure that our cooperation will have a good outcome. ”

"I hope so. ”

Heisenberg cut off communications.

Ye Qingxuan lowered his head and coughed violently, blood spouting from between his fingers. Lowe stretched her hand and pressed the back of his heart, his gasp like a worn-out bellows.

"You're continuing to reconstruct music theory again?" Lola frowned, "You're too anxious." ”

"I know, Lola. ”

Ye Qingxuan waved his hand: "I will be cautious." ”

"Even if there is a Philosopher's Stone, rebuilding Xiaoyuan will not be completed overnight, now your body is simply a ruin, those messy music theories don't want your life, do you dare to reactivate them?"

"If I have to wait for the blood to metabolize, I will have to wait at least half a year. ”

Ye Qingxuan shook his head: "I don't have time." ”

"Take a break. ”

Luo stretched out her hand and gently rubbed the back of his head, rarely, in a gentle tone: "Xiao Yezi, you have done well enough, don't put too much pressure on yourself." ”

Ye Qingxuan closed his eyes, leaned back a little, and leaned into Lola's arms like inches, enjoying this rare gentle treatment, and after a long time, he said lightly:

"Lola, when you are so warm, you can quietly use hints to modify your heart to a person who has no resistance? ”

Lola's fingers stiffened for a moment, and she sighed, her slightly hooked tail finger returning to its original shape.

"Don't worry, I'm sober. ”

Ye Qingxuan opened his eyes and said lightly: "Moreover, it's not just me who is under pressure. ”

"I'm afraid Maxwell won't be able to sit still now, right?"

Anglo, the Privy Council under the Palace, smoky, Maxwell picked up the ashtray and emptied the mountain of cigarette butts into the trash.

"Enough is enough, Maxwell. ”

Under the light, the prime minister looked at him and said in a low voice: "He has gone too far." Although the Order is a neutral organization, under the Fifth Amendment Act, all churches are the direct territory of the Order and act in accordance with the canon.

What he did was legally equivalent to invading the territory of a country. The Holy City is not going to sit it alone!"

"To be honest, I didn't expect him to do that. ”

Maxwell scratched his head and sighed softly, "But, young man." Who hasn't gone crazy when they're young? Older gentlemen should be understanding and understanding. ”

"Crazy?"

The Prime Minister was silent for a long time and sighed softly: "I'm just a little worried, our future sword-bearer...... It's not just crazy. To be honest, I regret signing the appointment of the sword-bearer.

If I had known today, even if Her Majesty the Empress had used the seal, I would have resolutely opposed him taking over your position. ”

Maxwell rolled his eyes: "That's not how the hindsight is not put like this. Besides, the sword in the stone is a sword of supreme goodness, and he gets along well with the sword in the stone, are you still worried that he will really degenerate and become a black musician?"

"Why not?"

The prime minister took a deep breath of cigarette, burned it to his fingertips, and spit out a thick smoke: "The so-called human beings, isn't everything possible?"

In this crazy world, all the saints who are known as perfect people will fall, let alone mortals like us?"

He raised his eyes to the fresco on the dome, a painting from the legendary Battle of the Heavens, on the ceiling, where the dragons and the knights fought, dyed their robes red, and set the earth and the heavens on fire.

That's destruction.

In the Sacred Scroll, it is said that the monster that would bring the end of the world, the Calamity Dragon, was an angel by the throne of God before the Fall.

It is holy and majestic, and is known as the bright morning star and the vice-monarch of heaven.

The more noble and determined the angel, the more crazy and terrifying the ******** becomes.

"Maxwell, you can open the devil's door for him, but if you want to close it, it's not that simple. ”

The Prime Minister snuffed out his cigarette and got up to leave.

On the barren forest road, the foaming horse was whipped by the coachman, and pulled a straw cart with all his might.

Dark red viscous blood dripped down the wheels, leaving a trail of scarlet along the way.

The driver was draped in a dirty coat and bent over, and as the carriage jolted violently, the wound on the back of the hand holding the reins cracked, and the moist blood slowly poured out from the dry blood.

"Master, we're almost there. ”

Colt's voice was hoarse, like sandpaper.

Half of his messy hair had been burned off, and his once handsome face was covered with scars and scorch, as if it had been burned by fire, and the healing wounds were full of hideousness, looking ugly like a demon.

No one recognized this guy as the hero who was once full of ambition, but more like the ghosts and demons hidden in the cellar, and the ugly ghosts that children would cry when they saw them.

"It's only a few hours away from the Knights Templar's station, and that bastard will definitely pay for what he did!"

There was no response in the grass cart.

The damp straw was stained with dirt, almost stained dark red with blood. Master Philip lay in the straw, panting as hard as he could, blind in one eye and a hoarse sound coming out of his throat.

He closed his eyes and prayed, but the sound of the prayer could not be heard even by himself, and the sound of water was in his heart, and the faint murmur was like the roar of a beast.

Confusion.

The man-made Leyline riot destroyed the entire church in an instant, destroying everything completely.

The aether of the riot engulfed everything.

In one fell swoop, an entire elite army was buried.

No one would have thought that Ye Qingxuan, that dog mongrel, would be so bold and reckless, disregarding the dignity and anger of the Holy City, and daring to bury the church and dozens of clergy in a despicable attack.

If it weren't for the activation of the Divine Punishment Chapter on Master Philip's body at that moment, saving the lives of the two of them, they might have been burned to ashes by now.

It's a pity that they are still alive.

Still alive......

The reason why they chose this path is not just because of secrecy, but because of ...... This road is a stone's throw from the Knights Templar's quarters.

The Knights Templar, who were about to return to the Holy City, were only a dozen kilometers away from them for their final stationing and replenishment, and if Master Philip were in his prime, it would even be within reach.

Ye Qingxuan dared to attack the church and slap the Holy City in the face in the face, but no matter how mad he was, Anglo would never support him to attack the Knights Templar, even if it was only one part of it.

It was a behemoth that gathered the power of various nations, and if it had received the order of destruction, it could have scorched thousands of miles of borders overnight.

No one wants this sword aimed at the demon to hang over their heads.

When the time comes, Ye Qingxuan will have no way to take himself again......

"Haha, hahahaha, hahahahaha......"

He grinned, laughed hoarsely, and laughed and laughed, and choked violently, coughing up scarlet blood, which ran down his chin and fell onto the placket of his clothes, vaguely drawing a grim face.

Colt was stunned.

"Cursed?" (To be continued.) )