In the middle of the night, the lights in the palace still shine, illuminating the dark clouds and the endless ocean beyond.

In the muffled sound of the elevator, the carriage entered the silent palace square, and immediately a servant ran in small steps, leading the way for the dignified-looking man in the carriage.

"When?" asked Lancelot.

"Two o'clock in the morning, sir. ”

The servant responded respectfully and pushed the door open for him. Lancelot walked through the door in silence, but the servant remained where he was, not daring to look in the direction he was leaving, and closed the door for him.

As he went, doors opened in front of him.

Eventually, there were no more ornate decorations and delicate paintings and carpets, and the hallway was left with a cold atmosphere.

Lancelot pushed the door open.

In an empty conference room, the chandelier is always on, and there is only a table and a few chairs. The chairs were already full, except for Lancelot's one.

On the table were an iron box and several ashtrays, which looked unpretentious, and in the ashtrays there were many cigarette rolls that had been extinguished, piled up like a mountain.

When I heard the door being pushed, someone came to see me.

Most of the men were old, well-dressed, with glasses and solemn faces. They sat in this unadorned, cold and monotonous room, but it was not at all obtrusive, like a stone statue that should have been here.

In silent waiting, they did not speak to each other, but smoked cigarettes, thinking in silence and without showing any agitation.

This is what all the Anglons love to call the 'Chamber of Secrets', the heart of the Empire, the place where many intrigues, bloodsheds and secrets are said to have been born.

- Anglo's Privy Council.

Originally, it was the highest information agency responsible only to the emperor, and it was composed of the emperor's think tank, which formulated the political and diplomatic strategies, the beginning and end of wars.

Later. The emperor delegated more and more power to them...... By now, it has become the highest administrative body of Anglo, a political body appointed by the royal commission and composed of ministers of defence, foreign affairs, interior affairs, and the Keeper of the Seal.

The last time so many people were summoned by the royal family late at night was decades ago. Same as last time. Everyone's expressions were solemn. It's just that this time there is a faint depression.

Intentionally or unconsciously, everyone's eyes fell on the iron box in the center of the table, with unease and coldness, as if looking at their enemies.

On the table, the box, which looked like a solid piece of iron, had no lines or insignia on it, it was smooth and sharp, without any joints or gaps.

But after a long time. It will make people feel that the iron box is wriggling, exuding an unsettling atmosphere.

"I'm afraid everyone has already understood the purpose of summoning everyone here today. ”

Maxwell was the first to speak, and said bluntly, "Then I'm not going to waste any time, let's take a look at the worst of the day." ”

Maxwell reached out and pressed it against the iron box, raising his eyes to look at the others.

The Secretary of State was silent for a moment, then reached out and pressed it. This was followed by the Foreign Secretary...... Finally, Lancelot took off his gloves. A scar across the palm of his hand was revealed, pressed against the iron box.

When the identities of the five people were verified at the same time, a crisp sound sounded in the iron box, as if the gears were rubbing, and the complex pivot was opening and closing.

In the slight tremor, the smooth surface suddenly opened up one after another. It quickly shrank downward, and in the end, it became something like a pedestal.

And what was originally sealed in it was finally exposed to the miserable white light.

On the pedestal of the black iron was a crystal prism that looked crystal clear—the purest metal that alchemists had smelted from iron sand and silver. It was transformed into a glass gold that looked like crystal, but even the explosion and impact that were close at hand could not damage it in the slightest.

It was used to make windows and glass for dignitaries, and the good lighting allowed people to see the scenery through the glass, and it also gave people an indescribable sense of security.

Only now, in the whole room, no one will feel safe.

In the sound of inhaling cold air, only the creepy feeling spread from the whole body.

In the cold light, what was sealed in the prism was a bloody face......

That face can't say what it looks like, like a human being rather than a human being, like a face that has not yet grown, not pleasing to the eye at all, but looking at it...... But it makes people feel that there is a beauty of life.

That terrible beauty frightened the human soul and made it impossible to move.

It was frozen in the glass as if it were sleeping, but the wriggling flesh and blood sprawled from it, eroding and permeating the entire crystal prism, transforming it into a heterogeneous flesh.

The tiny veins resemble purple-red tentacles, in which they slowly grow and wrap around the prisms, and the exposed parts of the air rise and fall slightly, as if they are alive......

This damn thing, breathing!

"A few days ago, it was just a piece of minced meat the size of a fingernail, shriveled and withered. Maxwell said, "Now, as you can see, it has been called by the Being, and it has come back to life......

Those present looked at it in astonishment, and finally woke up after a long time. Even if they were prepared before they came, they still couldn't believe it when they saw all this.

The Foreign Secretary stared blankly at the prism in the iron box and reached out to touch: "Is this true?"

"Don't touch it!"

Maxwell's eyes were quick and he grabbed his wrist, his fingers almost touching the slightly wriggling tentacle before he was pulled away.

"This is nothing new, Your Excellency. Maxwell's eyes were terrifying: "To a living thing, it is only nourishment...... It's going to drain. ”

The Foreign Secretary withdrew his palm as if he had been electrocuted, took out his handkerchief, and wiped his fingers over and over again, his eyes frightened.

The Secretary of State smoked in silence, and after a long time, he spoke:

"Is it really?"

His voice was hoarse, not pleasant, but with a somber and solemn aura.

"That's right. ”

Maxwell bowed his head and stared at the flesh-and-blood prism: "One of the four living creatures of the Scourge." A monster entangled with the fate of the Kingdom of Anglo - Leviathan.

Ladies and gentlemen, we are in trouble. ”

If anything, if there is anything that can frighten this group of people who wield so much power, it is definitely the first thing to do.

Since the founding of the country, a huge shadow has hung over this country, a natural disaster within a natural disaster, a monster within a monster - Leviathan. The resurrection has begun!

This situation was just solved after the infiltration and conspiracy of the evil god was solved......

Just, it sucks!

Lancelot reached out and took a cigar from his colleague's cigarette case, hesitated, but did not light it, and finally put it back down. He covered his mouth, coughed twice in a low voice, and asked in a low voice after the blood from the corner of his mouth coughed up from his lungs:

"How long do we have left?"

"Archbishop Mephistopheles told me. With the power of Westminster Abbey, it can be extended for another five years at most...... Five years from now, we will have to face this enemy, which has caused countless sacrifices for our ancestors. ”

Maxwell's expression was solemn: "A natural disaster that has truly befallen the world." ”

As soon as the words were spoken, everyone's faces became ugly.

Five years?

Where is enough......

Five years is enough for a person to rise to prominence, earn countless amounts of money, and become a significant wealthy person. It is also enough to train a group of elite soldiers, enough to make a group of apprentices achieve something, and make the best of them become musicians.

Five years can be used to craft countless weapons. Wage several wars and plunder countless city-states. Accumulate untold wealth...... But what can a country do in five years?

But for a natural disaster, five years is a short time.

For humans, this is even more so.

"Too little. ”

The Minister of Defense snuffed out his cigarette and lowered his eyes: "There is too little time. ”

Three sages, three pillars of gods, four living creatures...... This is the monster that stands at the top of all natural disasters.

If compared to the 'phenomenal' natural disasters of ignorance and ignorance. They may be a little inferior in pure destructive power, but if they can be at the top of all natural disasters, there must be something terrible about them.

As one of the 'Four Living Creatures' along with the Hundred-Armed Giant, the Leviathan does not possess the ubiquitous divinity of the Three-Pillar God, but it also does not need to take the long steps of descent or risk crossing the Aether Sea.

They do not exist in the Aether. Rather, it is a behemoth that runs rampant in the material world.

Once it is truly resurrected, the first thing Anglo will have to face is the equivalent of a god who has completely descended into this world, and can wield all his power at will, even regardless of any limitations.

Imagine a monster that can easily inflict the destructive power of a Scourge movement......

"Is there no way to stop it?" someone asked.

"Manpower is poor, sir. Maxwell shook his head with a grim expression: "We don't live in a world where two bloody slogans can do everything. ”

"What about Hermes? He takes so much of our consulting fees every year, is he just going to watch?"

He said that he had a way, but His Majesty forbade him to check his hands, and he couldn't help it. ”

"Why?"

“......”

Lancelot and Maxwell looked at each other and explained: "Hermes is grotesque, untrustworthy, and not loyal.

If he intervenes in this, I'm afraid it will get worse. ”

"Can we just wait for war?" asked the Secretary of Defense.

"That's right. Maxwell bowed.

"So...... The lifting of the seal on the Royal Fleet should be on the agenda. I can imagine that when I go to fight against the Plague, I will have a bunch of landlubbers behind me. ”

"The royal family is ready. Except for the crucial Zero, the Stein Chamber will open one after another. ”

"After so many years of savings, let's start to gradually transform them into strength. Complete the complete repair of the Avalon Barrier within this year, and restore it to its power during the Heavenly Temporal Period. Otherwise, we simply don't have any position. ”

"The Holy Spirit of the Masters should also begin to awaken, and in five years they should be restored to the extent they were at that time. How many more Sage bodies can we scrape?"

"When it comes to the entire western defense line, the Three Kings should not stay out of the matter. If we fail, no one can laugh. ”

Someone thought for a moment and asked, "What about the sword in the stone?"

"Still in the Jianlan Underground Palace, the last time I forcibly dispatched to tell the truth was already very reluctant. ”

Maxwell rolled up his sleeves and showed them the terrible cracks in his wrists and arms.

There was a burning glow in those cracks, stinging people's eyes, like carbon burning in a furnace: "It's not just me, it's already at the limit." ”

"So, where do we look for the final word?"

"-Returning to the Ruins. ”

In the long silence, Lancelot suddenly said, "The spear of St. George is still sunk in the ruins, should we negotiate with the Holy City to retrieve this artifact?"

"Return to the Ruins......

Everyone was silent, and in the silent room, the hollow wind in the whirlpool echoed.

Sometimes, in order to recover things from the past, it is necessary to dig up the secrets that have been buried in the past.

But once the grave is dug up, will anyone still want to look at the bloody dirty secrets? )