At the moment when the Shining stepped on the button in Halba's hand, the Eternal Flame cultists who were ambushed in the tavern outside the palace immediately received the news, and everyone was stunned.

"Lord Harba has a letter!"

Sver jerked his head up, clutching the magic communicator in his hand.

In this operation, except for Halba, Svir was the supreme commander, and the rest of the informants were under his control.

At this time, beside him, there were several Eternal Flame Responses who had also been ambushed by Virjma for a long time.

One of them asked him worriedly: "Father Swell, didn't the Pope say to stop acting?" Isn't it...... What happened to Lord Halba? ”

"Do you think Harba-sama is you?"

Hearing them speak, Swell's face suddenly turned grim, and his tone couldn't help but become a little heavier.

"Lord Harba, a pious man who has been tested by heresy in the Church, and who is still able to remain sober, is willing for him to be happy with death for the sake of eternal fire."

"Even if he is in danger, Lord Halba will not let the activation button fall into the hands of anyone else."

"As for why this is happening,"

Sver looked out of the wooden window on the second floor of the tavern in the direction of the Virgin Palace.

"Presumably, Lord Harba got some news about that man......"

“...... Right? ”

Hearing Swell's words, the other Nei Ying suddenly looked ashamed.

That's a heretical trial test!

What kind of broken arm, cut it off and feed it, find a group of meat big men to dispose of it like this and that, the whole process will take several days and nights.

After a normal person has gone through the whole process, I am afraid that he can't even maintain the most basic three views, and that adult can still stay awake.

Presumably, only the most devout believers in the eternal fire can do this.

It is so unreasonable that we should be suspicious of such a saint.

With this in mind, several of them should immediately take action, relaying information to others through different magical communication channels.

Just two minutes had passed, and I heard a violent explosion in the southern city of the Virgin Palace.

"Boom ———"

Nhil looked up.

The explosion was close at hand.

Yeager immediately approached Nhil and isolated Margarita from him.

Borch moved faster than Yeager, and teleported to Han Baiyi in a very fast step, vigilantly acting as a guard.

"Your Majesty! It's a magic bomb! ”

"The southern wall of the palace has been blown down, and the palace guards have many dead and wounded, and now they are mobilizing manpower to that side."

The old eunuch who had always followed Enshier didn't know when he appeared beside him, his voice was not small, and Han Baiyi next to him could hear it clearly.

Enshir frowned, and scolded indifferently in his voice: "Who made them change?" Let the palace guards tighten the protective ring, remove the right to transfer troops under the command of the palace today, and replace them with others, and the rest of the people will search the palace for magic bombs. ”

The order was decisive and swift, one ring after another.

"Yes, Your Majesty." The old eunuch leaned over and agreed, "In addition, for your safety, please move to the inner sanctum." ”

"No, I don't."

Enhil shook his hand to refuse the old eunuch's suggestion, and slowly bowed to Han Baiyi, who was sitting on the sofa and had not moved.

"In this huge palace, there is no safer place to come except for you, sir."

Han Baiyi silently put down the compilation summary in his hand and said with a smile: "Then, this is your first transaction request." ”

"Sir, I said that in Nilfgaard you can make any request that is within my power - even if it is for my throne."

Enhill's posture is still very low, but it is not humble,

"Besides, my life may indeed be as small as a mayfly in your eyes, but it is not comparable to a few cartloads of strange entrails in a mere place to stay."

"You can totally ask for more."

If only you can save my life.

Enhil kept a slight bow, but did not say the words.

Borch was well aware of this, but looking at his husband's flat smiling face, he knew that he had seen everything clearly.

Sir just didn't bother to say.

Suddenly, Jayger, who was guarding Enhil's side, turned his head and looked in the direction of the door.

"It's close."

Five fingers resting on the hilt of the sword.

......

......

......

The walls of the tall and heavy Vijma Palace, under the huge power of the magic bomb, collapsed as fragile as sand, and a huge explosion crater with a diameter of more than 100 meters appeared on the ground.

There were scorched marks everywhere.

"Poof...... Ahem, ahem. ”

In the crater, a figure struggled to get up from the ground, shaking off countless dust.

After straightening up from the ground with difficulty, he could see that his back seemed to have been cut off by something, revealing a huge wound mixed with blood-red and scorched black marks, and the iron armor on his body was almost melted on his body in the high temperature, but he didn't feel the slightest feeling, as if he had even lost his sense of pain.

He sat on his knees, his crooked sword clutched tightly in his hand.

"Palace Guard!" The charred figure paused, his voice almost hoarse, "Still alive, stand up!" ”

There was a shout, but no one in the field answered except for the hot wind that was left over from the explosion.

Looking behind him from a distance, it seemed that he could vaguely see the figures of the palace guards running towards him, and his vision was full of double images.

My ears were buzzing, too.

"Have mercy on the world, eternal flame."

Just as he was in a daze, an inexplicable sound suddenly sounded in his head.

It was as if thousands of people were singing in unison.

The man slowly looked up, and saw a white-haired old man with a mediocre appearance, even a completely bald head, standing in front of him.

The wrinkled palm gently stroked the top of his charred head.

The voice is as warm as a loving father.

"A pure and supreme flame that heals our hearts."

The old man held one hand to his chest and stroked the man's head on the ground with the other, then raised his hand and passed him.

As soon as he walked by, he saw the whole head of the man on the ground burning, like the brightest torch, destroying everything.

"Enemy Attack ———"

Some guards saw this scene from the watchtower, and shouted vigorously against the bronze bell, and the soldiers guarding the palace gathered in this direction.

However, the old man had a peaceful and kind attitude, his hands clasped in front of his chest, his head slightly bowed, and every step he took left a deep charred black burning footprint on the bluestone brick floor.

The flames are endless.

As if seeing a young life passing away beside him, the old man let out a long sigh and chanted aloud like a believer on a pilgrimage.

With that pious chanting, all the city guards who approached the old man along the way burned from the inside out like humanoid self-propelled coal.

Looking at the pious chanting, there was no fire around him, and the ground was charred black, like a hellish scene, and suddenly someone recognized the old man in the center.

"It's the Holy One!"

"Quick! Take Your Majesty away! ”

"Retreat!"