"Your Majesty...... Voter ......"

George XIII bowed his head respectfully, to hide the consternation in his eyes. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Whether it is "crown" or "chosen person", they should be two words that have nothing to do with demons, but now, he heard a description of them from the mouth of a demon baron projection.

"You're going to ...... Gods?"

The doubts in my heart were so strong that the city government that had been cultivated for many years was shattered under the impact of this desire to explore. George XIII looked up sharply, stared intently at the smiling devil, and asked his guess in a trilled voice.

"It's not me, it's us. ”

Mephistopheles replied lightly, as if she were introducing the guests to today's dinner.

"Shhhh

George XIII gasped, his heart pounding violently in his chest, as if at any moment he would break free from the restraints of flesh and blood, and jump out of it to meet him.

The king knew very well that the "we" in the Demon Baron's mouth did not refer to the other party and himself, but to this Demon Baron and other high-level demons.

In other words, the participants in this plan were not just a peculiar high-level demon, as he had guessed at the beginning, but an entire group of demons behind them.

In this way, the plan is no longer a fool's dream, but a crazy case with real feasibility.

"Whatever you need me to do, you can tell me. ”

Compared to just now, George XIII's words were a little more sincere, not that he had changed his mind, but that he understood that after knowing such important news, if he could not show his loyalty and the value of his life as soon as possible, death would soon become his only destination.

"What you have to do is very simple, strike the temple as much as possible and expel them from the imperial capital, as for the rest, that's our business. ”

The more crude the lie, the harder it is to debunk, especially when the suspicious person's worries have long been blasted by the buzzing news.

"It's not easy," George XIII said with a wry smile: "There are forty-two large and small temples in the imperial capital, and in each temple, not to mention the demigods, there are also a few legendary ranks, which force them, and I don't even know how they died." ”

After a pause, the middle-aged man, who couldn't guess Mephistopheles' mood change, continued to complain: "You may not know that just a few days ago, the Temple of Dawn openly killed a legendary rank knight under me, and they ......"

"I know. ”

"Ah, what?"

"I know something about it. ”

Mephistopheles looked at George XIII with a look of pity, and his words were filled with contempt for the ignorant: "Do you think the purpose of the Temple of Dawn is really Olivia?

George XIII's face turned pale with a series of rhetorical questions, and he suddenly realized that he was so sad that he had completely forgotten to analyze the risks hidden behind the matter.

Didn't the temple dare to openly kill the king of the empire?

Yes, but the cultists dare.

Remembering what had happened before he became king, a cold sweat wet the shirt behind George XIII.

"I will do what you have told me to do, and I hope to hear your gospel one day. ”

Now that he has become a thorn in the side of the temple, George XIII, who is unwilling to sit still, decides to throw himself into the arms of the devil without hesitation, just as the Duke did back then.

"Don't worry, you'll be fine. ”

Mephistopheles, who knew that the other party could no longer escape from his palm, didn't mind writing some more empty checks: "A new era is coming, the demon will become the ruler of the new era, and you will become the only king on this continent." ”

"I would rather be your humble believer than a king. ”

George XIII behaved more and more deferentially, he knew that no matter who could win the god or the demon, it would not change the fact that he became the puppet of the other party, the only difference was that following in the footsteps of the demon, he still had a chance to live until the end of the war, and if he chose the camp of the gods, he would immediately die on the spot.

"You don't have to," the devil reassured, "neither we nor the gods lack time, so it will be a very long time from the preparation of war to the attribution of victory, perhaps longer than the alternation of new and old gods." ”

"Time is on our side, and victory will be in our hands after all. ”

"And," Mephistopheles looked at George XIII for a long time before he continued, "I am not talking about a puppet of an extraordinary being, but a ruler who can control his own destiny. ”

The demagogic words reached George XIII's ears, and his heart, which had finally regained its composure, trembled violently.

"I ......"

The itching sensation that ran from his neck and heart was the natural reaction of his body when he was thrilled to the extreme.

"It's been a long time since a griffon has flown over the Empire, you ...... Don't you want to be the next 'Lionheart'?"

"Or is the king's blade not loved by you, and you yearn for the majesty of the 'tyrant'?"

"Lionheart" Ryan Reese, the first human king on the Material Continent, is also the commander of the Alliance Army.

He led the soldiers of all races to respond to the call of the ancient gods and set off a wave of freedom against the giants.

After the war, he signed a friendship alliance with the leaders of various races, and established a kingdom of his own on the Twilight Plains.

In the long history of the development of the material continent, there have been various kings, but few people deny the merits of Ryan Rees and his place in human history.

To this day, there is still an oil painting from the Griffon Empire in the royal treasury, which is based on the banquet after the signing of the Covenant of the Hundred Tribes:

The floor of the hall is decorated with gold, and flames dance on the crystal base on the table.

A human with long, pale blond hair picked up a goblet and gestured to the rest of the room, a friendly smile on his face.

He is Ryan Reese, the "Lionheart", and the initiator of this banquet.

Behind the king's back, swords and shields were hung from the walls, signaling the success of the Covenant of the Hundred Tribes and its intent to bring friendship and peace.

The leaders of the races that have now perished or are not yet extinct sat on either side of the king, with expressions of gratitude and humility on their faces.

The parchment scroll, which symbolized the covenant, was held to their chests, as if only in this way could they resist the servile instinct developed when they were oppressed by the giants, and sit peacefully until the end of the feast......

George XIII certainly knew that the depictions of the paintings were unusually exaggerated, but this did not prevent him from having a great admiration for Ryan Reese.

Becoming the next "Lionheart" is the ultimate dream of any king, and George XIII, who has been a puppet for forty-two years, is certainly no exception, if you don't hear the word "tyrant".