Chapter Twenty-Five: It's Not Fun to Fight and Kill

The battle in the council hall continued, and with Dominic's holy magic blessings, the Praetorian Guards, who were unable to use their numerical superiority in the closed council hall, were unable to gain an overwhelming advantage.

"I didn't expect your Holy Spirit form to be so like, well, cute. ”

Gilbert said to Dominic with a funny expression trying to hold back his laughter as he dodged Dominic's attacks like a snake.

"Don't bother with it, the old man can't love this body~"

Dominic, however, replied to Gilbert as if he were not at all ashamed. The Holy Spirit Form is a contract of faith for the Holy Sorcerer, a powerful skill to reshape the body with holy light, generally speaking, the Holy Spirit Form will only make the caster stronger, and it is not for nothing that completely changes his appearance, but like Dominic, it is completely outside the theory.

"It's a pity that I can only 'spicy hands destroy flowers'!"

Gilbert didn't expect this appearance to be Lori, but the heart was a seventy or eighty-year-old gentleman** could be affected by his mind with just a few words, although the Holy Wizard was not good at fighting, but in the face of the privy bishop of the Holy See, Gilbert did not dare to take it lightly.

"Thor's wrath. ”

Gilbert, who had been chanting silently for a long time, pointed to the sky, and a thick layer of black clouds suddenly shrouded the roof of the closed council hall, completely covering the light of the magic energy crystal lamp, and in the next second, the ferocious thunder covered the entire council hall, and the sudden and indiscriminate attack caused heavy casualties on both sides of the battle.

"Are you crazy?"

Dominic coughed up a mouthful of blood from her mouth, and she spread her scattered wings to reveal the two bear children hugging each other underneath.

"Haha, God has mercy, but I don't!"

Gilbert gave a maniacian smile as he pointed his rapier at the badly wounded Dominic, shouting.

"Then go die, Soul Fade!"

Gilbert, who had just been arrogantly making a big statement, was hit in the face by Nagichi's flying kick from the sky, and his slender neck clicked crisply, and the whole turned backwards one hundred and twenty degrees, almost breaking his spine.

"I'll leave it to us here, you can concentrate on treating everyone!"

Nagi licked her upper lip with her tongue and walked towards Gilbert, who was kicked by herself.

"Okay. ”

Dominic, who is a holy magician who is good at healing, and receives attacks in the form of a holy spirit that far surpasses that of humans, even if she is seriously injured, she can still get up strong and continue to bless everyone with holy arts.

"Please come with me, both of you. ”

Covered with scorched black burns, barely breathed by Dominic's holy arts, Diana, the head maid, almost crawled to reach Elizabeth and Derick's side, but Diana, who was just a half-hung magician, had a bloody face, but squeezed out a smile that she thought was kind to the two of them, but actually looked very terrifying, and said softly.

"Ahh

Elizabeth was startled by the electric inhuman Diana, she stretched out her hand, but found that the other party had no place to let herself touch, so she had to take it back and ask timidly and pitifully.

"It's okay, it's too dangerous here, please follow me to the back room. ”

Gilbert dares to put AOE once, there is no guarantee that he will not dare to come again, if these two royal seedlings die here, Diana will really have no shame to face Her Majesty the Empress under the Yellow Spring, even if she is so seriously injured now, but she still has to complete her mission.

"I'm not leaving. ”

Dyric shook his head at Diana.

"Please don't be willful!"

Although Diana still wanted to use Derick as a hostage to blackmail Gilbert before, the situation is different now, so Diana knelt down directly towards Derick.

"After today, I will judge myself and apologize to you, but at least for now, I will follow the servant first......"

"Take Elizabeth with you. ”

Derick pushes Elizabeth to Diana.

"Brother!"

Elizabeth looked at Darik in bewilderment.

"Eggs can't be put in one basket, and these loyal ministers who fight for us need the encouragement of the royal family, I can't go, I stand here, I am the battle flag of the Yangyan royal family, the battle will not stop, the battle flag will not fall. ”

Darik explained to Elizabeth indifferently, and although his hands were shaking violently, he was still standing straight.

"Then let me stand! I'm a sister, my soul is weak!"

Elizabeth rushed forward, grabbed Darik by the shoulder, and yelled at his expressionless face.

"Sister, as a man, there will always be times when he needs to take responsibility, my father has fallen, and I am the number one man in the Yangyan royal family. Derick only shook Elizabeth's hand.

"What's more, you are the future empress of the empire, and the empress can't risk her life. ”

Derick took off the crown from his head and placed it on Elizabeth's head, then bent down and kissed her on the cheek.

"I ......"

Elizabeth took Diana's hand, accompanied by several black-clad warriors, and made her way through the chaotic crowd and hid in a secret room hidden behind a pillar.

"I did it......"

Pushing Elizabeth into the secret room, Diana, who was exhausted, breathed a long sigh of relief, lay face up on the ground, and despite the killing around her, she still slept peacefully, in her dreams, she went back in time, and took the young Elizabeth II to play by the pond, making a lifelong promise to protect each other.

"Why?"

Elizabeth leaned against the sturdy door of the chamber, slid down a little, and finally sat down heavily on the floor.

The secret room was filled with portraits of emperors of various generations of Yang Yan, and on the large bed opposite the door, the cold corpse of Elizabeth's mother was lying at this moment.

"Just because you chose me?"

With tears on her face, Elizabeth walked over to her mother's corpse, which she didn't even have time to see for the last time.

"Or is it because I have your so-called 'noble' blood in my veins?"

She looked up at the portraits of the emperors who looked in high spirits, and asked in a choked voice.

"I'm not a spring day, I'm not a chosen one, I'm just an ordinary person, how can I have the talent to become an empress?"

Elizabeth looked down at her hands, which were very white and a little childlike. What a beautiful pair of hands, but Elizabeth felt that they were stained with blood, stained with her father's blood, Diana's blood, the blood of countless nobles and the Praetorian Guard, and it seemed that she would be stained with the blood of her own brother and even Nagi in the future.

"Ahhh

Elizabeth grabbed her hair, crouched down, and screamed hysterically.

"It's not me, it's not me, it's not me!!!!!"

But they are bleeding for you, and although they scream, there is a voice in Elizabeth's heart that reminds her.

What am I going to do, Elizabeth calmed herself, and here she was crying to, and to whom was she calling? There was no one around her who could continue to protect her, her supporters were fighting for her outside, and her brother was risking his life to cheer her up.

"Mom, I, I'm really a waste, I read the kings who galloped across the battlefield and the world in the history books, I just think they are so bloody and terrible!"

"I can't become the Ming Jun you imagined, but since you chose me, I have no choice but to escape. ”

Elizabeth grabbed the long sword that had been placed beside her mother, gripped the ruby-encrusted hilt tightly, and slowly drew the sword. The scorching flames surrounded the silver sword body, burning, containing surging power, the holy sword, the joy of fire, to be able to pull it out, is recognized by it, and has the qualifications to become a king.

"Do you approve of me, well, then come with me to end this farce. ”

Holding the hilt of the sword with both hands, she held the burning sword in front of her, the heavy blade of the sword made Elizabeth's shoulders sore and painful, and then she still tried her best to keep the holy sword in front of her on the tip of her nose, not even shaking.

Do you want to be a coward for the rest of your life, or a hero, even for a few minutes?

Pushing the door of the secret room open, Elizabeth appeared in the battle-packed meeting hall with the holy sword, and the holy sword released a force belonging to the king as if it had a spirit, so that everyone present couldn't help but look here.

"Everyone, everyone. ”

Because it is important, repeat it twice.

"I, Elizabeth III, take my mother's name and proclaim to all of you with the noblest blood in my body. ”

Elizabeth slowly walked to her mother's throne at the end of the chamber, then stuck her sword on the ground in front of the throne, holding the hilt of the sword with both hands, and holding the sword to look around.

"In the name of the Empress of the Yang Yan Empire, I order you to stop fighting. ”