Outside the city of St. Faralus, the Count of Neulais followed the emperor,

He placed his left hand on the hilt of his pistol, and stroked the hilt of his saber with his right hand, ready to protect his monarch, and when he saw the other man's face up close, his expression looked rather disgusted.

"Fuck, this old guy looks so disgusting, I'm going to throw up."

The stand-in in front of him is exactly the same as the face of the deity,

The Dark Patriarch Diamond Shespal had a wrinkled, weather-beaten face.

Just like the martyr terrorists I had seen before, the white twelve-pointed star circle tattoo on his forehead was very conspicuous, and the thick iron earrings on his ears seemed to drop the earlobes to his shoulders.

The acne-ridden nose looks like a rotten strawberry, which is disgusting.

His dark brown skin was covered with age spots and sarcoma, and his blood-red eyes were full of sin written in them.

The two sides did not say a word, and confronted each other in silence for more than ten seconds, and the first to speak was the leader of the former slave rebel army,

Andy Whitefield pointed to the Dark Patriarch:

"Cult leader, you sacrificed tens of thousands of slaves, and you have to pay for it, sinner!"

"Oh, isn't this the famous leader of the slave rebels, Mr. Andy, what a surprise to me that such an unruly figure as you should have surrendered to others and become the loyal dog of kings and emperors."

"%Your mother!" Andy scolded, and he pressed his hand on the hilt of the sword: "You try it again?" Although it is a stand-in, killing it can also relieve anger! ”

"You are really a gentleman, Mr. Andy, when you open your mouth, you will spit fragrant mouth, and besides, it is amazing, someone can see through my blinding witchcraft, and it must not be a mortal who can do it."

As he spoke, the Dark Sect set his gaze on the Emperor.

"A demigod."

The iron hook tied to Salantos' severed arm was placed on Andy: "Don't worry, friend. ”

Leclerc, the Prime Minister of the Kingdom, asked, "Cult leader, are you here to surrender?" ”

"Duke Leclerc," the Dark Patriarch turned his head; "You are an old-fashioned nobleman of Solan, you should speak politely, I am the regent of Solan, you should use honorific titles, not slander."

"You're no longer the regent, Shepar, your army has been defeated, the land is gone, and now Solan has a new king to rule."

"Prince Ingram Lafalit, that young man with a greasy face and a pimple, except to find a woman is gambling, it's a pity that you can only find such a man to be king."

"You are not qualified to judge our king! You're not of Solan ethnicity, you're from the Tropics, Sheppar! ”

"Don't get excited, Leclerc, being angry is not good for your health, an old man of our age should learn how to maintain his health, since Solan has a young new king, then why doesn't he come out to negotiate? Is it scared? ”

The Duke of Leclerc's face looked very ugly; "His Majesty King Ingram is not feeling well, so he sent me, the Prime Minister, to attend the meeting on his behalf."

"It's sad that a cowardly king, who has no successor to the Lafalite family."

The Dark Sect smiled and sighed, his gaze falling on the other:

"Your Majesty, your body is weak, and my opponent is also worried, honestly."

"Humph!" Empress Salantos looked down contemptuously at her arch-enemy, who was a head shorter than herself:

"It doesn't matter if you die, old man, it is enough to live until the day when you are destroyed."

Diamund's tone was like a viper, and his tongue was actually forked, nailed to it, and poured out a vicious threat:

"Your Majesty, our Voodoo Church has the world's top assassins, who can hide their bodies and kill people quietly."

Count Neulai angrily stepped forward and drew his pistol: "you...... ¥%! You're an old immortal! How dare you threaten our majesty! I ......"

"Stand down! Neulai, you don't have a place to speak! ”

Sarantos' face did not change, and his tone was calm:

"Assassins can kill old and fat politicians, but unfortunately, I am in the prime of life, and you are facing a warrior who threatens the monarch of the empire with such inferior means, aren't you ashamed?"

Diamund's face changed, whether in terms of eloquence, personality, or aura, he had completely lost to the empress, but he was unwilling to admit defeat;

"Why do you refuse to serve the true God? We can let go of hatred and move to cooperation. ”

"Because I don't believe in God, there is no savior in this world, but only relying on myself is the right way."

As soon as the emperor said this, the cardinal of the Church of Valstad Templar behind him looked very faceless,

Now that the monarchy is supreme, the divine power is declining, and the tide of secularism is unstoppable,

Even if he was as noble as a cardinal, he was only a tool used by the emperor to rule, so he put on a casual appearance and pretended not to hear.

Diamund: "It's ridiculous, you don't believe in God, but you can't deny the existence of God, because you yourself have the blood of a pagan god in your veins. ”

"Originally, I had been troubled by this question for a long time, and if you had asked earlier, you might have been able to stump me, but unfortunately,

My son Constance answered all these doubts, the so-called gods are nothing more than powerful intelligent beings," she pointed to the sky: "Visitors from beyond the stars. ”

"Fallacies do not deny the existence of miracles."

"Dark Patriarch, do you know the philosopher Epicurus?"

"Of course you know, the famous scholar of the ancient Valstad Empire, the atheist of two thousand three hundred years ago...... Hmph, that's ridiculous. ”

Diamund, snorting contemptuously, said, "His writings are all nonsense. ”

"If you have read his book, you must know this classic statement;

If God is willing to stop evil, but can't, then He is not omniscient.

If he can do it, but he won't, then he's malicious.

What if he could do it, and would he do it? Why is evil still everywhere in the world?

If he can't do it and doesn't want to, then why do you call him God? ”

Diamond Xespar wanted to say something, but he was at a loss for words, fanning his lips but unable to open his mouth, looking extremely embarrassed.

Seeing this, a high-ranking priest behind him hurriedly relieved the siege of his master:

"Let's get down to business, ladies and gentlemen,

We are ready for a sacrificial ritual on an unprecedented scale, with blood and soul to provide energy,

The entire kingdom of Solan will become a twelve-pointed star circle, and we will summon a space-time rift as high as the mountain.

The great body of the true God will come, He will destroy the decaying world, return everything to the primitive and pure chaos, and we will be reborn from the cocoon and live in glory and wonder. ”

"Bang Bang!" The Emperor applauded: "What eloquence, Mr. Priest, you are all right to deceive the believers, but it is a pity that you are surrounded by educated gentlemen and ladies, you shameful charlatan!" ”

Diamund's brows furrowed, and his murderous intent suddenly rose:

"You're going to keep fighting, you're going to let the blood flow?"

"I refuse peace talks, let the cannonballs and spears go for debate! Dark Sect, we have nothing to talk about, the purpose of our army is to punish and eliminate evil, and you are the mortal enemy of human civilization! ”

The emperor's eyes were like torches, and a long sword with a pitch-black body was unsheathed,

The blade of the Sword of the "Dark Veil" completely pierced the body of the Dark Sect, completely destroying the heart of this stand-in, and after a terrible scream, the rotten flesh began to fall apart.

The emperor shook off the blood in a dashing gesture and returned the sword into the sheath.

"Voodoo cultists, today I am very gracious, allow you rats to go back alive, tell your masters, don't send stand-ins to talk nonsense, we'll see you on the battlefield."

"Well done, Your Majesty! You're so handsome! Neule clapped his hands and stomped hard at the shirt of the Dark Sect's stand-in:

"Fuck old immortal dog thing! I'm going to drink soup with your skull! ”

(Note: The Epicurus mentioned in this chapter is indeed a person, 341-270 BC, an ancient Greek philosopher and atheist, who is considered the first atheistic philosopher in the West and the founder of the Epicurean school.) ）