Time and air currents in Franklin Hall were almost frozen, and the nobles clenched the armrests in their hands, many of their knuckles turned white from tension, and the expressions on their faces were firmly controlled by fear.

The light reflected off the floor-to-ceiling windows in the distance dimmed, insulating everything from the world.

The timid magnates bowed their heads, avoiding looking directly at Morotian, for fear of being the first to be targeted by Morotian.

They are both imperial nobles, but they know very well that at the level of living beings, Morodian is a terrifying powerhouse who is completely different from them and closer to the gods.

"I didn't expect to have to come this today."

Morotian was still smiling, but his aura had completely changed.

The most sacred place of the Protos Empire, with its ancient monumental crystal beamed roof, expansive hexagonal interior and ornate mosaic floor, all eclipsed by Duke Morodian's death.

The corpse qi permeated the ground, as if it could connect the spatial passage to the abyss of hell at any time, swallowing up everything around, and even the light could not escape, like a black hole.

And for people below the seventh order, once they are engulfed, I am afraid that there will only be white bones left in the next second.

In this oppressive and dim enchantment, the sound of corrosive erupts from time to time, and everyone can feel the powerful and irresistible primordial aura of Morodyen's undead magic.

The former Duke Morodian Berenhard was perhaps slightly worse than the cardinals of the Resurrection Church.

Now, in a short period of time, his true strength has somehow improved by leaps and bounds, and even the enchantment of the Great Sage Isis can be eroded!

"Bishop Amiles, do you want to intervene on behalf of the Resurrection Church or the mourning branch?"

Morodian asked, glancing at the mourning bishop Amiles.

"The Resurrection Church will not interfere in the internal affairs of your empire, Sigrid represents herself, and I represent the Pope."

Ameles shook his head and replied coldly.

She believed that she had made her words clear, and that the Empire could see that no matter what the final outcome was today, there would be no responsibility for the Resurrection Church as a whole.

Now the mess of the Protos Empire, no matter whether she can make a move or not, or who she helps, it will not be of any benefit to her.

If Duke Morotien wins, the Resurrection Church and the country will have nothing to work with, and she's not a madman like Asquesan.

Duke Morodian loses, and the winner of the Catholic vote will be Sigrid today, and she does not need to take the risk to help Sigrid, a cardinal who has clearly developed a heart for rebellion against the Pope.

"Good."

Morotian nodded, signaling that he would not interfere with the mourning bishop.

The mourning bishop was silent, and his body turned into a stream of water, and disappeared into the halls of Franklin's Congress.

After a long time, all the strong men stared at Duke Morotyen, and they were at a stalemate, and they could all be sure that the unstable factor of mourning the bishop was far away.

Sigrid's fists bulged, clenching his teeth but unable to strike.

And Isis, the great sage of the battle-ready posture, still had a solemn expression and continued to strengthen the barrier to protect all the imperial people sitting on the table.

It's always harder to defend than to attack, let alone protect so many people.

The only people who have room to fight Morotian now are Sigrid and her three demon summons.

But the problem is that once the fight starts, even if Isis tries her best, the enchantment may not be able to withstand it.

Of the three demon summons, only one is good at defense, but she can't stop Duke Morotian's attack at all.

In the battle, even if Sigrid and the other two summons can work together to defeat Duke Morotyen, in the end, not only the Capitol, but also the entire Helrom, I don't know how many people will be killed and wounded!

At this moment, the highest place in the imperial capital of Herrom and the nearby residents have all become hostages of Morotyan!

"Isis, swear to me with your elven pact that you will let me go today and stop anyone who wants to stop me, and you will also swear that as long as I spare these people in the halls of Congress today, you will never attack me in the future."

Morotian looked at Isis and said with a grim smile.

“……”

Isis's expression was calm, but the magic fluctuations on her body that were no longer so steady could clearly make people feel her anger.

Morotian's conditions were clearly unfair.

Especially the second one, which means that if she fights Morotian again in the future, she will have to be slaughtered by him.

But if he doesn't, Morotian will kill everyone here today!

And she, Isis, will also break her agreement with Franklin the Great and fail to protect the descendants of the empire in this land.

"Don't promise him, Lord Isis!"

There were blood-filled imperial nobles shouting.

In the big picture, Duke Morotyen's conditions must not be agreed.

In the next second, his neck was pinched by Morotian, as if it could be twisted at any moment.

"Lord Isis, I don't want to do this either, but my patience is limited, give you the last ten seconds to think about."

Morotian looked at Isis.

He was well aware of what kind of character Isis, the protector of the Protos Empire, was.

Although this elf seems cold and ruthless.

In fact, she cares more about the short life of human beings than anyone else, and she is an old-fashioned old man who values her commitment more than her own life.

He believed that Isis would agree with him.

Downstairs in the Capitol, looking at the drastic changes that had taken place on the top floor shrouded in dark purple, the surrounding police officers began to evacuate citizens and reporters urgently.

"Nine—"

"Don't be stupid, Great Sage!"

"Morotian, you scum of Protos!"

"Is there anyone who can come to the rescue......"

At this time, around all the huge curtains in the building, except for the chaotic crowd, there were still people under the screen calling anxiously, shouting loudly, and even clasping their hands into fists to pray.

If at this moment.

It would be nice to have another cardinal-level powerhouse present.

The balance will be broken in an instant, blocking the conspiracy and momentum of Duke Morotian!

But they couldn't think of anyone who would come to their aid.

On the top floor of the Capitol, seconds have flown by.

"Three-"

Morotian lowered his voice and stood in the center of the hall, like a black monarch ruling over a realm shrouded in fear.

His countdown was like a death knell, striking heavily in everyone's heart.

Everyone present became his captives, unable to escape, and could only feel the looming omen of death in their hearts.

"Two—"

Morotyen's countdown finally made Isis, who was struggling and her fingertips almost pinching into her palm, look up.

There was a helpless apology in her eyes.

But not to the Imperial hostages, but to Sigrid, meaning - sorry, I can't defeat Duke Morotien with you today.

Although Sigrid's heart was about to roar with anger, in the face of Isis's choice, seeing the sadness and tenderness in Isis's eyes, Sigrid could only return the respect, she respected the choice of the great sage.

At this critical juncture, Duke Morotyne's eyes were full of escaping confidence, flashing with perfect calculation, and his every step was well thought out.

When he came here today, there was no possibility of defeat, because his identity, status, and strength had already laid the foundation for everything.

At the same time, the horrors of others in the halls of Congress were increasingly replaced by anger.

They were indignant at Duke Morodyen's crimes, but felt powerless in the face of his great power, and felt remorse and guilt for dragging down the Great Sage.

Today I can only watch him prepare to escape, but I can't stop it.

"I ......"

At the moment when the great sage gritted his teeth and spoke, Morodian finally smiled.

In the closed hall of the National Assembly, a gentle wind blew for some reason.

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There's one more chapter, and it's almost good, and it's done before half past nine

(End of chapter)