On the red nameplate above the door, a line of gilt letters is engraved in flowers: "Royal Navy Fleet Command of Valstad".

A Valstad Guards officer pressed his body against the door of the cabin.

This person's breath is dead, he is dead, and he has not fallen.

He was nailed to the door panel with a sharp, straight-edged short knife, and his stiff fingers gripped the doorknob so tightly that he couldn't pry it open.

Before he died, he screwed the brass key in the lock cylinder, and at the cost of his own life, he stood the last shift.

Palladia II bowed slightly to the corpse, "I'm sorry, this hero, if there is any disrespect, please bear with me." ”

Then he lifted his heavy iron boots and kicked them so hard that the door shaft snapped instantly, and the officer's body flew out along with the door panel.

The Pope led the way and strode into the cabin, followed by the others.

This cabin is luxurious to the extreme, and as soon as everyone enters, they feel the soft plush carpet underneath their feet, which is so soft that it is almost unstable to stand on.

In the center of the carpet is a lavish round table of nanmu with a map on the top and a circle of high-backed chairs around the table.

Half of the roof of the cabin had been destroyed by cannon shells, and when you looked up, you could see the hazy sky above, the wind that had gradually abated was still howling, but the raindrops were getting denser.

A rush of lightning suddenly burst through the clouds, illuminating half of the sky and the massive throne in the dark corner of the cabin.

With the help of this electric light, the intruder saw a tall, slender figure perched high above the throne, surrounded by a dozen other figures.

A high-pitched and magnetic female voice came from the direction of the throne:

"You guys are really a bunch of rude guys, you don't say hello as a guest, and you even kick open the door of the lord."

The voice was so familiar that Palladia II was shocked, and he clenched a pair of steel-armored fists, completely oblivious to the others on the other side, his eyes condensed in the shadow of the throne.

Again, another bolt of lightning struck, and in the midst of a loud rumble, the electric light once again illuminated the throne in the dark corner of the cabin, and this time he saw the other party for what it really was.

Salantos Midnet, Emperor of the Valstad Empire, was leaning lazily on a leather backrest with his long legs crossed and his slender body.

She scrutinized the uninvited guests in front of her with those unsettling, piercing silver-gray eyes, playing with a pair of silver dice in her hands.

"Adoptive Mother, let me fight them off!" The young man standing at the head of the throne spoke.

This man looks rather eccentric, with a boy's face, but with an adult body, and his speech is also childish.

He was fully armed, wearing a light leather armor, with a knight's hand and a half-sword hanging from the sword belt, the back of his hand was bruised, and his face was grim, and he looked ready to draw his sword and fight.

Empress Valsta, who was on the throne, smiled, and said to the young man beside her:

"My dear Victor, good boy, you are still too now, and there will be opportunities to make contributions in the future, but not now."

"Yes, adoptive mother, then I will be in charge of guarding and protecting my adoptive father."

The young man was already on one side, clutching the hilt of his sword in his hand, standing in front of the other.

Behind the young man was a man dressed in silk robes, who looked to be of little age, about fifty or sixty years old, with a rather ugly face, apparently wounded, and a royal medical officer was bandaging his arm.

The Pope immediately recognized this Rao's identity and said:

"It turned out to be Lord Langford Onassis, the Prime Minister of the Valstad Empire, fortunately, fortunately."

Duke Langford snorted angrily, he had just escaped and was still unwell, so he didn't say anything.

Palladia II said in a slightly playful tone:

"This young man must be the famous Guardian of the Holy Sepulchre!

A descendant of the Strondhall family, and the adopted son of your two - Lord Wicktingstrondhalt.

It's a pity that none of your five biological heirs are around, otherwise you would have had a happy family reunion. ”

Empress Valstad scrutinized the intruder back and forth in front of her, and those who met her gaze tensed, clutching their weapons in self-defensive instincts.

"I've noticed that you've brought a lot of talented people, Palladia.

I know them, they are all big names in the cold weapon shooting circle.

I also noticed that you put your Flandia's trump card-

The strongest Knight Captain and the strongest Templar Assassin Nun have also been brought, and it seems that you are quite jealous of my strength, is that right? ”

"Hmph, you tyrant of the Valsta Peninsula! Female Devil! Now do you feel fear?

The righteous men of the continent of Ulassis have gathered in front of you, and it is still too late to surrender, and I can consider leaving you a whole corpse. ”

"Hahaha!"

Empress Sarantos Midknight, who was sitting in the shadows, let out a hearty laugh, and then said:

"Palladia, you're such an arrogant fellow! In my opinion, it is not certain which of us will die!

And I heard you right, you and I are the female devil? Am I a tyrant?

It was you who plotted to kill my father and brothers, and now you still have the face to claim to be righteous? It makes me sick! ”

"Don't quibble! You wicked woman!

Your Midnight family is the one who started all the disaster!

It was your father, Duke Easter Midknight, who started the Peninsular War, destroying the long-standing peace on the continent of Oracis.

His ambition has killed thousands of innocent lives, so what is it if it is not evil?

And you, as his daughter, the duke's successor, do not reflect on repentance, but instead expand the scale of the war and put more people in danger, what are you doing not be a tyrant witch? ”

"Palladia, yours is a good talk.

But don't forget, it's you who have been the great powers that keep us divided on the Valsta Peninsula and force us Valstad people to kill each other on our own soil.

This is what peace you call it? Build happiness on his pain? You hypocrite! ”

"Humph! I don't have time to fight with you woman!

Surrender quickly, don't bother your family, I noticed that your husband is very good, and your adopted son is not very old, I don't want innocent people to be buried with you, the tyrant witch. ”

"Threatening me again? I'm so scared! ”

Empress Valstad made a mischievous expression:

"Gracious Pope Palladia II, do I have to kneel down and beg you so-called 'righteous men' to spare my family?"

Palladia II sneered, "If you are willing to kneel down and beg me, I may really be able to let your husband and adopted son go."

The empress waved her hand violently and said:

"Oh! That's enough!

Let these meaningless jokes end here!

You have deliberately brought so many capable people to me, presumably to solve the problem with a sword, then I will reluctantly give you a little face, and take out one-tenth of my strength to play with you. ”

As soon as he finished speaking, the tall and slender figure rose from the throne and walked forward slowly, slowly stepping out of the shadows.

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