"Fire. Is it slightly under control? ”

"Who was that woman just now?"

"I don't know, but what is certain is that it must be a noble god, such a fire, only a god can extinguish, and only a god can have such mercy to save us!"

At this time, the tens of thousands of victims who had come to safety had gradually gathered together from all directions.

They didn't know Moregan, but despite her strange behavior, her talk of slaughtering Ulster and her incessant efforts to rescue the victims, everyone agreed that she was a merciful god.

It's just a little bit of a mouthful.

Just as the survivors of the disaster had cheered up a little and were in the mood to discuss Morrigan's identity, a sudden sound of a harp was heard on the high platform of the palace not far from the gathering place.

"This is"

Some nobles quickly heard the tune.

It was the tune that had been heard at the pre-war banquet in Cuchulainn.

"This is the Ulster March! The person who played seems to be called. Jiang Ge or something. ”

As soon as he mentioned this song, the people, who were still a little dazed, reacted instantly.

They had heard of the song more than once, but because the ceremonial leader had not yet had time to compile and distribute it, everyone had only heard of it, but most of them hadn't actually heard it.

Now when they hear it for the first time, they are instantly immersed in this majestic and powerful music.

At this time, after the catastrophe, the tragedy and depression of the prelude suddenly let them into it, and the release after the repression made their original numb and sad emotions become high-pitched and excited, full of anticipation for the future.

So everyone was attracted by the music coming from the palace, and all their attention was focused on the high platform that needed to be looked up to see the whole thing.

No one spoke, and all of them were solemn, acting as faithful witnesses.

An inexplicable emotion connected everyone, and at this moment, all the Ulsters seemed to be one, and their backbone was the high platform.

"Ulster, all of you who have survived, congratulations on proving your resolve in this god's catastrophe."

The sound of the piano disappeared and was replaced by a young male voice.

"Sure enough, it's Jiang Ge."

A nobleman recognized him and wondered, "What is he doing there?" What about Smite? ”

"I believe you are still very confused, and I don't know why you suddenly suffered such an unjustified disaster."

Jiang Lu, who was standing on the edge of the high platform, spread his hands, like a seasoned orator:

Of course, this is not for nothing, and I think many people should have felt that this unquenchable flame is definitely not in our world.

Yes, the gods sent down a fire, and he wanted to use it to warn everyone, or rather, hint.

I, as a bard, was fortunate enough to be able to communicate with the gods through music, so I was given the opportunity to act as an intermediary to convey the intentions of the gods. ”

The people below were in an uproar.

They didn't doubt that Jiang Lu was communicating with the gods, after all, bards were mysterious, and they were not incapable of accessing unimaginable beings like prophets or druids.

It's just that they expressed their confusion about Jiang Lu's Riddler behavior.

"What are we hinting at?"

"Why do we have to pay so much just by hinting?"

People asked loudly.

"Don't be impatient, don't be impatient."

Jiang Lu stretched out his hand and pressed it twice, and said with a smile:

"This is actually a misunderstanding, the god has misunderstood everyone, he thinks that the curse on your body has not been lifted until now, it is disrespectful to him, and it is his slackness, which is why he made such a hasty decision.

As for the root of the misunderstanding, it is your king, Concierbert! ”

"King Concierbert"

"What's wrong with him?"

"Actually."

Jiang Lu explained loudly:

"The gods had already given Ulster the treasure to lift the curse, but Concierber, who coveted the divine power of the treasure, had evil thoughts and greed in his heart.

So, he took the treasure for himself, thus betraying the whole of Ulster and the will of the gods.

He should undoubtedly feel guilty about Ulster, because he not only attracted the curse of the goddess Macha, but also ruined the opportunity to remedy, which is why everyone is now unable to defend their homeland! ”

"It can't be!"

The nobles and the fanatics of Concierge did not believe this at all, and although Jiang Lu had already applied a slight hypnotic and psychological suggestion with the sound of the piano, their loyalty to Concierge was obviously beyond Jiang Lu's imagination.

But there are also sensible people who take it with reservations and ask, "Do you have any proof?" ”

"The first evidence, of course, is that everyone survived such a large fire unscathed, and gathered here together as if fate had guided them."

Jiang Lu smiled: "The gods are merciful, he will not kill them all, all this is just as I said, a small warning."

But let me say that you have indeed suffered an unjustified calamity, and in the final analysis, even if it is a punishment, it is to punish Concierber, not you.

In this way, the curse, the inability to lift the curse, and the fire have made them suffer a total of three losses from Concier, and he is really a complete villain. ”

"It's not like what you say is what it is!"

Although he showed appreciation and friendship to Jiang Lu at the banquet, when it came to Concierber, these nobles who were still standing today naturally stood on the side of their masters unconditionally.

"We want tangible evidence!"

"Don't worry."

Jiang Lu turned around, bent down, and took out a huge container from the ground behind him.

The container was filled with a viscous, dark red liquid.

This is naturally Concierber's blood, in order to prevent him from losing blood too quickly and dying, Jiang Lu cleverly chose to draw venous blood, although the efficiency is poor, but it is safe, otherwise the nutrient solution made of holy water will not be able to hang his life.

"What is this?"

"Crimson. It can't be blood, right? ”

"Impossible, how many people have to drain such a big can? Even for livestock, I'm afraid it's not so easy. ”

In the face of the discussion of everyone below, Jiang Lu did not answer.

He simply tossed the container into the crowd, and then used Hasmol's feathers to pop out a small spark.

Because of the distance, this little spark is not enough for the people below to recognize, this is the kind of flame that cannot be extinguished.

All they saw was a strange flash of light, and the half-human-tall container exploded in mid-air.

The liquid in the container spilled down and hit everyone's heads.

They subconsciously want to dodge.

But the sound of the piano sounded abruptly again, and the steps that people had intended to take were put back again, and the soles of their feet seemed to be completely attached to the ground.

In the next moment, Concierbo's blood was on top of their heads.

It was either from head to toe, or it was glued to the stars, but in short, everyone successfully received this baptism.

Smelling the smell of rust coming from their noses, the brave and combative Ulsters, who never lacked scars on their bodies, finally determined that this was blood.

But before they could come back to their senses, they clearly felt as if something was being stripped from their bodies.

Soon, a little black mist began to rise above everyone's heads.

"Spell! It's a sign that the spell has been broken! ”

People's eyes widened.

There is a black mist on everyone's head, which means that the spell on everyone's body has been broken.

While the sign of any spell being broken is the same, not everyone is being bound by the spell, and all Ulsters have only one curse, or curse.

"Is Macha's curse really gone?!"

Everyone looked left and right, observing the appearance above the heads of the others, and their faces were in disbelief, and their mouths could not be closed.

"Of course." Jiang Lu opened his hands, and there was an uncontrollable smile on his face: "Macha's curse has disappeared, if you still have doubts, you can go to the battlefield at any time to verify, now that Ulster is surrounded by the Three Kingdoms Alliance, it is easy for me to find a chance to verify." ”

"But. . . Why? Didn't you say that the treasures of the gods had been taken by the king for himself? ”

"Could it be that the treasure is this unknown blood?"

"No, no, no." Jiang Lu shook his head lightly: "The treasure has been exhausted, and this is not an unknown blood."

As he spoke, Jiang Lu turned around again and lifted the half-dead Concierge up.

"That's . That's"

"That's it, King, King Concierb!"

They couldn't imagine how the king, who was usually high in the sky, could become like this now.

But for some reason, it stands to reason that people should be angry when they see this scene, but at this moment, except for a little gloomy, there is not the slightest wave.

Before they knew it, they had begun to believe Jiang Lu's words.

Did King Concierge really betray us?

If not, then why is what this man named Jiang Ge said so reasoned and true, and even he really helped us lift the curse?

But despite the fact that most people think so, there are still some extreme faithful believers who break the defense at the first time.

"What have you done to our noble king?!"

Jiang Lu said unhurriedly: "As you can see, the blood just now was drawn from his body, in your words, maybe this should be called noble blood?" ”

Without waiting for the people below to be either angry or shocked, Jiang Lu continued to throw out heavy news.

"This is the fourth deadly sin of Concierbert."

Jiang Lu said solemnly:

"In fact, even without the treasures given by the gods, his blood can be used to lift the curse, because he single-handedly contributed to Macha's death.

And Macha's curse goes hand in hand with her own resentment against Concierber, and since it is a blood debt, it will be paid with blood!

But he, your king, chose to flee.

He has concealed the truth and has been laying his own faults on you for years, leaving you under a curse that you cannot save yourself.

You have done nothing wrong, but you have to help him pay off his debts, and you have to help him repay the price of his rights when you have not enjoyed his rights.

Is this really reasonable?

Are you really willing? ”

The ability of the bard, Jiang Lu's passion, and the [incitement] skill have long been integrated into the bones, and the [dang and standing] that can be like an arm and finger can be used without active triggering.

These words alone were enough to make them suspicious, not to mention that the curse that had plagued them for years had just been lifted, and the evidence was thrown in their faces.

Is there anything else to doubt about this?

And people have a herd mentality, Jiang Lu doesn't even have to let everyone believe it, as long as some people believe it, others will quickly join in, and even justify it through self-brain supplementation.

Besides, this is part of the truth, not only is the brain supplement exempted, but even the most suspicious person can't find any fault.

In a few words, Concierge's staunchest supporters turned their attention to the object of their support.

"So."

Jiang Lu lifted up Concierge and said a little frantically:

"Then it will be the most enjoyable time for you to see the death of the betrayer."

"Do you want to put him to death?"

Some people have a little unbearable in their eyes.

Others are worried.

At this time, at the time of internal and external troubles, the king is gone, which is a major event when the sky has fallen.

But soon someone shouted: "Kill him, and replace Cúchulainn as king!" He will not betray us like Concierber, but will be able to carry us through this crisis. ”

This sentence seems to have lit a fuse, and everyone has opened up.

Yes, and Cúchulainn!

He didn't become a king, he was so accomplished, he dragged Connaught for so many years, if he became a king, wouldn't it be just around the corner to take the whole of Ireland?

Wouldn't that soon be able to recast the glory of the past and point to the whole world, as described in the march?

Wonderful, really wonderful!

Listening to the loud discussion below, Jiang Lu said to himself helplessly: "But it's a pity, he is also a part of your suffering, but relatively speaking, he is indeed innocent." ”

As he spoke, he tilted his head and looked at a desperate Concierge Urchieber.

"It looks like they all want you to die, but you originally planned to train Cú Chulainn to be your successor, so you can be considered to have fulfilled your last wish, right?"

"Hmm! Not! ”

Concierge writhed with all his might.

Until now, he still didn't know that the person in front of him was not the Luge he had in mind at all.

He dragged his weak body, overcame the pain all over his body with a strong mind, and tried his best to open his mouth.

Sting!

A tearing sound rang out.

Jiang Lu, who was about to throw him down, looked up in surprise and happened to see his bloody mouth.

"Huh? Can it be torn apart when welded with molten iron? Is willpower so strong? ”

Concierber's eyes were bloodshot, and a mass of pus and blood was flowing from his mouth, but even so, he rebuked in a muffled voice:

"Dare to deceive me with my relationship with Luger, you will not die well! I will curse you as Macha cursed me, and you will be enveloped in the worst and most painful curse for the rest of your life! ”

"Okay, okay, got it."

Jiang Lu laughed, obviously not taking it seriously at all, and then showed a ruthless look:

"If you don't say it, I almost forgot to tell you, in fact, I don't care if you betray tyranny or tyranny.

Your real crime, the cause of your death, is that you fucking want to fuck me Nantong! ”

"I, you." Concierber was stunned, he never dreamed that this would be the real cause of the collapse of Ulster, which he had worked so hard to run for many years.

"Don't mess with me in front of me, whatever you say, but you're wrong, and you hit the abacus on me!"

Jiang Lu gritted his teeth:

"Even Zeus, he didn't dare to become a swan in front of me, how dare you, how dare you make a fuss in front of me?!"

With that, the Heavenly Flame instantly covered Concierge and caused him to let out a series of screams.

According to Jiang Lu's hatred for him, he should have used the three flavors of true fire.

But after all, it was a real ketone in front of him, Jiang Lu was a little scared, and he didn't dare to resist taking out the real guy.

"In the next life, I will be reincarnated in the United States and be a Brother Ni, I will do whatever you want!"

Jiang Lu issued a declaration of independence and then threw Concierber out.

But just when Jiang Lu sneered, thinking that he was going to see him fall to pieces, an accident suddenly happened.

The Heavenly Flame had burned away something in Concierber that even he didn't know existed.

In an instant, the withering of his life was known to some powerful god far away in the other world.

A big hand wrapped in crimson light actually poked out from Concierbo's chest and grabbed straight at Jiang Lu.

The people who had been staring at the place fell silent for a moment, holding their breath and not daring to blink their eyes.

The aura emanating from that big hand was even more sacred and powerful than Morrigan, who was extinguishing the fire in front of them, and it made people involuntarily have the desire to bow and worship.

And Jiang Lu, who felt the breath of death, didn't feel that there was anything sacred about it at all.

He only felt his scalp tingle, and he felt like he was going to die.

"I'm super! Stand-in attack! ”

Jiang Lu subconsciously stepped back, and at the same time released his most powerful skill, the Three Flavors True Fire, as quickly as possible.

At the same time, all the evil god bodies were awakened at the same time, trying to resist the seemingly frivolous grasp.

But no matter what means Jiang Lu tried, it seemed that he couldn't stop the advance of the big hand.

Jiang Lu knew that the Three Flavors True Fire and the Evil God's left hand had a certain impact on him, but he didn't know what drove this big hand, in short, it just came towards Jiang Lu's neck.

And the closer that dangerous aura got, the more Jiang Lu felt the blood veins stagnate, not only did his reaction become sluggish, his movements became slow, and even his thoughts seemed to be frozen at this moment.

"Ruger"

Jiang Lu's eyes widened, just like all villains, one second he was still talking nonsense to his heart's content, and the next second he was "Nani? "Masaka?" "How can it be repaired!".

"Ruger, huh? Fuck I remember you! ”

Jiang Lu put down a cruel word and planned to leave directly.

Anyway, the main line of lifting the curse has been completed, and this spiritual domain can be regarded as a strategy.

I didn't have time to say goodbye to Dectiel, I didn't have time to talk to Cúchula, and I didn't have time to talk to Morrigara, but now, none of that mattered.

However, what shocked Jiang Lu was that

I can't get out of it now?!

[Warning: You have been locked by the main god, and you cannot break away from the current state, cannot use resurrection coins, and cannot use skills]

"Huh?"

Jiang Lu was stupid.

How can there be such a hidden setting?

Whether it's on the forum or hearsay, I've never heard of such a thing?

Falling from heaven to hell in an instant, Jiang Lu, who had an explosive mentality, only had time to ask from the bottom of his heart:

"I'll test your code! The Lord God is your father?! ”

(End of chapter)