Chapter 152: My Stupid Doudou

"Have you noticed that the black fog seems to have faded a little, is it my delusion?"

"Is it? It's so dark, you can see it clearly?"

"Don't say it, I feel this way too, it seems to have really faded. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 ļ½‰ļ½Žļ½†ļ½ā€

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In the night, the black fog that shrouded the western region was gradually dissipating, and I don't know if it was too much to maintain, or if something else had changed, but anyway, it was good news for the investigation team, if there were no insects.

At this time, it has been a short time since the discovery of the black fog in the West District, from the discovery of the anomaly to the submission of reports layer by layer, attracting the attention of the above, and then issuing orders from top to bottom, organizing manpower, testing and investigation in different batches, the hourglass reversed again and again, ordinary people had already fallen asleep at this time, but the whole city was filled with a turbulent and chaotic atmosphere, and how many people could really sleep.

In the middle of the moon, the brilliance of the full moon was finally able to shine on the appearance of the West District at this time, but this only lasted for a moment, because pieces of "dark clouds" rose from all over the West District, once again rejecting the soft and bright moonlight, and the people on the edge of the West District looked at the increasingly thick "dark clouds" and gave birth to a strong uneasiness in their hearts, and gradually a noisy humming sound resounded through the world, making people feel chills down their spines.

At the same time, thousands of monsters on the ground flocked to the edge of the West Sector like a tide, they were no longer the vulnerable appearance when they were born, and after devouring a large amount of black liquid, all kinds of powerful monsters began to appear frequently in the monster group, and some fused together to become more and more deformed giant conjoined monsters.

This sudden outbreak of insect plague and monster tide caused many elite investigation teams to be buried in it, but there were still people desperately bringing back important information, Augustus's mage tower and academy have begun to mobilize in large numbers, and the information is still being transmitted upwards, and finally reached the hands of a slender and fair-skinned man.

Edward III looked at the concise information in his hand, sighed, handed the paper in his hand to the chief of the guard on the side, and after giving a few orders, said to Donald, who was sitting across the long table: "Let's go, it's time to end this farce." ā€

"Yes, Your Majesty!" Donald got up and walked down the deep corridor with Edward III, the palace was now as silent as death, indeed, because there were so many deaths here tonight, and even in the middle of nowhere, you could smell the thick smell of blood.

Edward III walked expressionlessly, unhurriedly, stepping over corpses, both his men and Richard's, and he did not look at the young faces lying in pools of blood, and knew that they were the most valiant and loyal knights, who died with glory to defend their respective kings.

In the past, Edward III would have lowered his head and carefully groomed them, and he would have been able to recognize their faces, their names, when he had been bestowed knightly glory with him, and when he had followed him.

But ah, now he forgot all this, he can't remember everything!

There are some sighs, but this man will not regret it, if there is, then he probably only has one thing in his life, it can also be said that he hates, hates himself for being too weak!

The bloody gas is getting thicker and thicker, and the number of people who fall naturally increases, almost filling the entire aisle, and the blood stains have been spreading out, like a scarlet carpet. Edward III did not deliberately avoid it, the blood soaked his ornate brocade shoes, but he did not care in the slightest, his eyes were always fixed on the front, cold and calm.

Soon, he came to a heavy door, the chamber and main hall of the palace, and the man was in it at this moment, perhaps sitting on that ridiculous throne. Edward III thought about this, his eyes still cold, without the slightest fluctuation.

Two quaint heavy wooden doors were slowly pushed open by the guards, revealing the scene inside, and only one person stood quietly in front of the throne in the large and ornate council hall with his back to the crowd.

Leaving bloody footprints in the hall, Edward III waved off the guards who were nervously guarding him, came to the back of the lonely figure, and said calmly, "I thought you couldn't wait to sit on it." ā€

The tall figure snorted coldly and turned to face Edward III, revealing a rough face stained with blood, which was none other than Edward's brother, Prince Richard.

"Not everything you can expect!"

But he had almost expected everything, or rather, it was all going according to the script he had written, and his self-righteous behavior these days was like a clown, a clown who was being manipulated by him like a marionette. He thought he had the sword of the Royal Knights, but in fact it was this sword in his name to cleanse the court of decay and cancer, which is indeed what he wanted, if he sat on another throne in the future, but he had no future, all the loyal knights died for glory tonight, but they still could not protect their king.

Overnight, loyal subordinates, vast wealth, and a low-hanging throne all left him.

"Even if I sit on the throne, I will be an incompetent king. Richard sighed, this was his last assessment of himself.

"I didn't expect you to be able to give up even the Brenda family so easily. Richard looked at the old man in the intricate and ornate dress, as if he wanted to ask all the doubts in his heart.

Donald shook his head and said: "Only the Brenda family in the Holy Duchy is the Brenda family, Your Majesty's sword is naturally measured, remove those corrupt rotten meat, and the Brenda family will have a more brilliant future." ā€

"What if you win? Can you withstand the attack of the Gallaice Alliance?Can you keep the Holy Duchy alive on the continent?" Richard roared hysterically in the face of Edward III, there was no need for him to be decent in front of him, how could a puppet who was played with at will have any dignity and dignity.

His tone was full of anger, jealousy, and unwillingness, and he asked loudly, but he was afraid that the other person would speak.

Edward III shook his head slightly, watching Richard's face gradually raise a sneer, his voice was still flat, but it revealed a thick sense of majesty: "Not the Holy Duchy, but the Holy Empire." You could have seen the empire return to its former glory, but you have been blinded by those falsehoods, and you have disappointed me......"

"My stupid brother. (To be continued.) )