Chapter 388: A New Round of Games

"Kill her!"

"Kill her!"

......

In the midst of the boiling voices, the executioner waved the butcher's knife without mercy. With a crisp "click", a large number of photons also fluttered. In this world, that means death. As a result, the spectators, who surrounded the execution ground, burst into enthusiastic cheers.

In the small room in the perfect position, the man who had witnessed this scene from beginning to end, the Prime Minister of the Empire, Rossbill von Clesim, nodded with satisfaction, lowered the curtains, and turned to look at another person sitting at the table, who was obviously sullen, and the archpriest of the Angel Sect, Sorasius.

However, since Rossbill himself is in a good mood, what does it matter what the others do?

"In this way, we can suppress the situation that is out of control a little. With that, Rossbill took a few steps back to the table, picked up the red wine and made a toast towards Solasius.

"Hmph!" Solasiu sneered, and then sneered in a deep voice, "I have long heard that His Excellency the Prime Minister is so kind, but I didn't expect it to be so kind." It's also a woman who went to bed with herself last night, not to mention a little sad, but you don't have to smile so well, right?"

"Hahaha. Rossbill smiled indifferently, "As the saying goes, a small amount is not a gentleman, and it is not a husband." To put it nicely, she is a saint, but in fact she is just a high-ranking prostitute. You and I both know that, don't we? So, I don't feel sorry at all. But your Excellency is quite uncomfortable. You really haven't had a relationship with her!"

"Impudence!" cried the archpriest angrily, "how can I, the priesthood who serves the angels, be immersed in such depravity!

"You brought it upon yourself, too," replied Rosebill, "if it weren't for your broken prophecy, we wouldn't be where we are today!

"The price we have paid is not just Elennu, but the idol of the Holy Maiden! What have you paid?"

"What do you mean by that?"

"We should use Miridrian as well, so that it is fair. Anyway, today's situation is inseparable from his defeat!"

Solasius's words made Rossbill look like an idiot, and then mocked: "You want his head, you can." And then what's going to be -- who's going to lead the troops? You or me?"

"Nuo is a big empire, I don't believe that I can't find someone who can replace him!"

"But that's the truth! Or do you think I like to put a lowly and filthy commoner in front of me all the time! So, don't tell me anything and make me pay too!

Immediately after the roar, Rossbill smiled slyly and continued, "And, did you really pay the price?"

"What do you mean?"

"The people under your hands move frequently, don't think I don't know? Could it be, it wasn't the woman who was beheaded just now, just a stand-in, right?"

"Hmph. Speaking of this, Solasius snorted unhappily, "I don't need her to warm the bed like you, what good is it for me to let her go." ”

"Hmm. I think so. Still, how do you explain your little actions. ”

"In the current situation, our church also needs to pack up its property, don't say like you didn't move things from all over the place. ”

"Hmm. Rossbill nodded in disbelief, then turned back and walked over to his chair, "Be happy." Miridrian has been working on a counteroffensive plan lately, and if it goes well, we won't have to do anything more. ”

As he said this, he didn't notice that the archpriest was clenching his fists fiercely under the table.

Soraceius, of course, did not protect Irenu, who had become infamous and was known as the "Holy Maiden". He wants to find her and strangle her with his own hands!

The dust was blowing above the wilderness, and a carriage was running with all its might, driven by the coachman. The curtain of the carriage trembled under the action of inertia, vaguely revealing the figure of a person, a very beautiful woman with a fierce expression. If Rossbill had been here, she would have been surprised, because she was none other than the former Angelic Priestess Saint Irenu, who should have been executed.

"Damn! Damn! Damn! Rossbill, Soraceius, you two bastards! Brute! Especially you, Soracio, as a high priest, betrayed me as a saint!" Remembering her misfortune, Elanu couldn't help but scold, but soon she laughed smugly, "Ahahaha! Since you took what belonged to me, then I will take what belongs to you." ”

As she said this, Ilenu couldn't help but cast a gaze at her feet. Reflected in her eyes was a fainting girl bound by ropes, with a bright silver and delicate countenance, but emaciated and thin, and dressed in crudely ragged linen clothes.

However, such a girl was an incomparable treasure to the archpriest of the Angel Sect, Sorasius, because of the pair of snow-white wings on the thing on her back.

I wonder what Solasius's expression will be when he learns that his treasure has been taken away?

"Hahahaha!"

Thinking like this, Elenu smiled even brighter. However, without laughing for a moment, she showed a resentful look at the silver girl. Because, if you calculate carefully, the fact that Ilenu will fall to this point is inseparable from this girl. You see, the prophecy actually came out of her mouth. If it weren't for those words, how could the Prime Minister Rossbill and the High Priest Soracio have planned this war, and how could they have ended so badly that Elennu had to be dragged out as a scapegoat!

Therefore, it would be a big mistake if the girl woke up thinking that Ilenu would open up because she had added a lot of depression to Sorasius. Instead, what Irennu really thought about now was how to torture the girl to make her feel comfortable.

It was at this kung fu that the mutation was born.

In front of the galloping carriage, a figure suddenly appeared from the place where there was nothing. The man was tall, dressed in a black crisp coat-style combat suit, but his body was surprisingly thin, as if he had advanced cancer, but he also had a bright golden length, but it was matched by a terrifying face as gray as a dead man. Of course, the most terrifying thing was the long, sharp and glowing horse chopping knife he held in his right hand.

The combination of various characteristics finally leads to only one identity, and that is a close confidant of the masked man who calls himself "Moriarty", also known as "Jack the Ripper".

He, Jack, stood there locked on to the oncoming carriage with a pair of eyes as sharp as a knife, and his ears were deaf to the roar of the coachman. He watched the distance of the carriage like this, and the moment it crossed the line in his heart, he swung the long knife in his right hand with a thunderous force.

"Boom!"

The sword flashed and exploded, and the entire carriage flew into the sky with a single blow, and the two meters displayed in Jack's field of vision were also zeroed, one was the coachman's HP, and the other was the durability of the carriage. Neither of them lasted for a second before shattering into light chips, and the two people who had been in the car, Irenu and the silver girl, also fell from mid-air to the ground.

ps: The pavilion is officially deceitful. Actually, that's not true, this book is not dead yet. However, after the Chinese New Year, as the main business is on the right track, it is really busy and busy, and the word "stable" for stable updates may probably not be done at all. If you have to say it, it's probably the monthly change, ahaha. However, the pavilion is reluctant to be a eunuch, so friends who have a place on the bookshelf can still throw it in with peace of mind. Oh yes, I'm embarrassed to say that. Ladies and gentlemen, I'm really sorry!