David's statement, whether it is reliable or not, will not be said for the time being......

Well, that's a joke to say reliable. However, the effect of the facts is also obvious.

Petrochemical!

To use a very inappropriate analogy, this is like playing an online game in the present world and pushing a copy. Finally, I worked hard to push to the last level of the dungeon and face the final boss. This big boss is also very powerful, the origin is unfathomable, the appearance table is shocking, and the combat power is even higher...... As a result, while the side was terrified, the big boss stacked up a cruel word, and there was no follow-up......

And that's the end of it?

Isn't it to slaughter the whole world?

Can we still have fun together......

......

Domino effect.

In fact, Don and the others don't need to feel ridiculous. Because the oolong situation is not limited to this place, almost at the same moment, the intensity of some events is far greater than the absurd scene they are experiencing......

Brando, the royal castle in the drizzle.

In the slightly cold king's bedroom, the heavy curtains swayed from side to side with the cold wind sneaking in, rolling the spicy medicinal smell all over the house, and also rolling some indescribable and inexplicable surging undercurrents.

As the most powerful man on the continent, King Bran is now truly old. Lying on the hospital bed, his face was sallow, his body was emaciated, and his shriveled chest was slightly undulating...... No matter how you look at it, it looks like the dying king of beasts, and it doesn't seem to be long before he lives.

However, compared to the bleak ending of the dying beast that could only die under the claws of other kinds, the old king of Bran was still relatively happy, although he was old. Because to this day. Still no one dared to hand a claw at him. And because now he is standing by the bed with a medicine bowl. He is his direct descendant. His Royal Highness the Grand Prince.

The old are supported, and the children and grandchildren are filial piety. With such a warm scene, who can say that they are not happy?

Waving silently and dispersing the servants and waiters around him, the eldest prince stood quietly by the bedside, silently looking at the old king, who had a weak breath, that is, his father, his expression was unpredictable and complicated.

Hesitation, struggle, resentment, pleasure...... Just like the porcelain bowl in your hand. The medicinal juice in it trembled slightly, and it couldn't calm down for a long time.

Half a sound, he took a slight breath, as if he had decided something, and leaned in to call softly,

"Father, father...... It's time to take your medicine. ”

"It's you, ahem...... The state affairs have been taken care of on my behalf, why do you have time to serve me medicine today? In a soft call, the old king slowly opened his cloudy old eyes and looked at the eldest prince beside the bed. I was a little surprised. Immediately, with the support of the latter, a cushion was placed under him. Cough and lie reclining at the head of the bed.

"It's been a while since I've heard my father's teachings, so I'm going to come to see you early today after I finish handling state affairs. The eldest prince lowered his head and explained while leaning over the corners of the futon.

"Yes. The old king nodded with satisfaction when he heard this, raised his hand and reluctantly patted the eldest prince's arm, obviously very satisfied with his filial piety. Immediately thinking of something, he slowly asked, "After all these days, what progress has been made in the negotiations between your brother and the Gray Army...... Now that the empire is in danger, only by pacifying the gray-clothed army, the empire has the spare strength to resist the invasion of the Northern Wilderness tribe. Ahem...... You must keep this in mind when dealing with state affairs. Do well, cooperate with your brother, the imperial throne, and ...... The throne is your ...... after all"

Oh, Father, you said that a few years ago...... A few years later, you're still saying that......

Raising his head and tapping, the eldest prince picked up the medicine bowl and respectfully agreed: "Father is relieved, and the children know it." Well, the medicine is about to get cold, so drink it while it's hot, take care of your body. ”

"Well...... By the way, how is the sword god's health now? If I have any medicine on my side, he can use it on his side, ahem, where to go. ”

"The Sword God-sama is recovering, just like my father. ”

"Ahem...... That's good, that's good......"

......

It's still the city of Brando, or the castle of the royal court.

Outside the Royal Sanatorium, "Senior brother, didn't you call me out for a walk, or on a rainy day?" While walking side by side in the drizzle, Haita turned his head to look at Wen Sling, who was walking beside him with his head down, as if he was a little distracted, "There can't be a shortage of people on the master's side, you can finish quickly and I'll go and take care of it...... Brother?"

"Uh, oh......" After a pause, Wen Sling seemed to have just come back from his trance, wiped the rain on his face, and inadvertently turned his head to avoid Haita's surprised gaze, "That's the case, didn't His Royal Highness the Second Prince go to the north, I heard that his negotiations with the Gray Clothes Army were not very smooth, so he sent someone to send a message back, hoping that Philip could go again." Rely on his personal relationship with the Grey Army to maneuver through it in order to break the deadlock. ”

"Then go for it...... Why, Philip doesn't want to go?"

Wen Silent nodded: "It should be the matter of the last negotiation, and those councilors turned back without his consent, which made him a little disheartened...... I tried to persuade it, but it didn't work well. Philip only said that he missed that opportunity, and that it was impossible for the Grey Army to say anything more during the formal negotiations, so he did not want to make this trip in vain. ”

After a pause, he stretched out his hands to Hai Tower, who was a little speechless, "So I think Senior Brother, you can go and persuade him to try again, maybe he will agree......"

"How can I do that?" said Haita shook his head with a wry smile as he crossed the arch at the end of the road, then frowned in annoyance, "When are these damn members of Congress still only concerned about their own safety...... Well, that's it, let's go to him now, and you go back to take care of the master. ”

"Okay, I'll send you. My carriage was parked just outside the castle gates, and the coachman knew where Philippe was......"

Waving his hand, "What is there to give here, it's not that I don't know your carriage, you better hurry back and take care of the master......" After a pause, Haita suddenly turned his head in confusion, looking back and forth at the empty square, "Hey, strange, where have all the royal court guards gone here?"

"Yes...... Maybe it's a temporary change of guard. Wensling froze for a moment, then looked left and right as well, as if he replied casually.

"Really?" Despite his doubts, Haita didn't think much of it. Just waiting to be Bevenslin. There was a slam on the ground. His expression changed dramatically. Huo Ran raised his head, "Who's coming out!"

Before the drink fell, a mysterious rune circle suddenly appeared out of thin air above, and when the hood was underneath, it instantly besieged the unprepared Haita and Wenslin. Immediately, the light of holy magic rose into the sky!

"Light magic?!, you dare—"

......

Boom Boom

In the dormitory, the old king had just put down the porcelain bowl, and his brows had not yet completely melted into the bitter medicinal juice in his mouth. There was a loud explosion outside the house, and I was stunned: "Outside...... Thunder?"

It's not surprising that the sky outside is drizzling and thundering. But as soon as the words fell, there was another loud explosion in my ears, and this time it was faintly mixed with the roar of anger and the rumbling of the collapse of the building, which was obviously not like thunder.

The old king is old, but he is not stupid. Or even if you have Alzheimer's disease, at least you are awake at this time.

He was stunned again, and his face was faintly angry: "What's the matter? Does anyone dare to do anything in the royal castle......?"

The eldest prince did not answer. Or more accurately, he couldn't hear anything at all, including thunder, or the old king's questioning...... His eyes were fixed on the empty porcelain bowl. His expression seemed to be crying and laughing, and he was in a trance.

"Someone, someone...... Damn, where are these idiots......"

Interrupted, "No need to shout, no one is coming." Taking a deep breath, the eldest prince raised his body and bowed slightly, as if he had unloaded some burden in an instant, and straightened his back without the slightest bend. Looking down at the stunned old king, his eyes were slightly compassionate, and he said faintly, "Father, there are only me and you here." ”

"Then what are you doing here, why don't you go ...... quickly" After a pause, the old king reclined his body and shook suddenly, realized something, looked up in disbelief, and looked at the eldest prince who did not let him look at him at all, as if he was looking at a stranger he had never known.

"You ......"

Interrupted again, "Father, do you want to know the source of these abnormal noises?" hehe, I don't need to look it up, I can tell you about it now." The corners of the eldest prince's mouth raised slightly, "This should be the movement of the Temple of Light setting up an ambush to kill the great disciple of the Sword God, Mr. Haita...... Don't worry, it won't take long for the movement to disappear. ”

"What are you talking about...... They dare to ......," the old king was shocked and furious when he heard this.

"Of course they dare, and they will succeed easily. Because they have been preparing for this for a long time, because there is still an internal response, and because of ......" The eldest prince raised his chin slightly, and his expression was proud, "They have the permission of the next king of Bran!"

"You want to rebel!" Hearing this, the old king didn't understand the meaning, and he was even more angry.

At this point, the eldest prince seemed to have completely relaxed, and shook his fingers: "No, I don't want to." It's been done, and it's almost done. Hehe...... Don't get excited, Father. Because excitement will make the blood flow in your body faster, and it will also make some of the things that have just been mixed in the potion spread all over your body faster......"

Before the words fell, "poof-" The old king, whose face was flushed, stood up suddenly, spurted black blood from his mouth, and his face quickly turned gray.

The eldest prince was stunned when he saw this, wiped the little blood splashed on his sleeve, and was a little helpless: "I said don't get excited, father." ”

"Ahem...... Contrarian, inverse ...... You can't die well......" With the strength of this up, the old king suddenly reached out and grabbed the eldest prince's arm, his face was hideously twisted, and he couldn't stop gasping and scolding.

Under the momentum of Ji Jiu, the eldest prince couldn't help but retreat in fear, but because his arm was grabbed and rushed back to the old king, he struggled in a panic: "Let go...... I'm a rebel, and I'm not forced by you!" I don't know where the old king got his strength, and he was obviously in a dying state. But the burly and strong prince couldn't break his palm like a withered branch.

"I am the eldest prince! I am the first in line to the throne of the empire! I should have ascended to the throne a long time ago, but you old immortal keep blocking and delaying it-let go, let it go for me-you just won't let go! Look, you just want to occupy the throne, and watch me and the hypocritical fellow called my brother continue to fight in secret, like watching two wild dogs grabbing bones--yes! Don't you want us to divide the superior? Now that it's separated, that hypocrite won't come back from the north. Sue you, he's already in ashes under the attack of the temple!haha-"

The shrill and crazy laughter continued to echo in the hall, and even suppressed the roaring sound from afar, "You don't need to choose from this old immortal, and you don't have to snatch it with that hypocrite again...... You're dead, he's dead, and I'm naturally the next king of the Bran Empire!

Looking at the old king, who had vomited blood and couldn't speak, but the palm of his hand was still holding on to his right arm, his eyes were as angry as a tiger. The eldest prince panicked and was scared, subconsciously stretched out his left hand and scratched indiscriminately, grabbed the porcelain bowl placed at the head of the bed, and without thinking about it, he suddenly raised his hand and smashed the old king's white-haired head,

"Let me go, let go, let go!!"

Bang bang bang - blood splashes, broken tiles flying!

After a short moment, silence was restored, and only the sound of large gasps echoed in the empty hall......

......

Similar to silence.

In the square of the royal castle, a drizzle of cattle fell one after another, sprinkled on the ruins of the walls, sprinkled on the many Templars and magicians, and sprinkled on the immobile Sea Tower surrounded in the center of the crowd.

Tick, tick......

Bowing his head, he looked at the familiar spear passing through his heart behind him, blood mixed with rain slowly dripping down the arc of the tip of the spear. A certain moment. Haita's expression suddenly dawned, remembering the strange situation of the huge square without a guard before, remembering the obvious distraction of the person behind him before, and remembering that he had made an excuse to leave the sanatorium with him and leave the master's side......

Bang, get down on one knee.

The long hair on his forehead covered Haita's face, and he could only hear a soft inquiry, as gentle as ever: "Why?"

"Yes, I'm sorry......" Haita didn't turn his head, naturally he couldn't see the flustered look of Wenslin behind him, and subconsciously let go of the spear in his hand, stepped back and waved his hand indiscriminately, "I don't want to, senior brother, I really don't want to...... You must forgive me, you must forgive me......"

The blood flowed more rapidly, instantly staining the large bluestone floor under the sea tower. With a few gasps, Haita burst into a gulp, "I ask you...... Whoosh...... Why!!!!"

"Why...... Because I don't have a choice, I really don't have a choice! Senior brother, you and the second prince are too close...... The eldest prince found my family, and the temple found my family...... Master is like this now, what do you want me to do, brother, what should I do? What should I do if you sue sù......"

Grabbing his hair, Wenslin looked like he was crazy, and he couldn't help but retreat. The Templar on the side frowned, intending to swing his sword and slash the dying sea tower to end the siege. But before he got closer, his expression was stunned,

"I see...... Hehe, cough, Heta, who was kneeling on one knee, gasped sharply, raised his hand to grab the tip ......of the gun, and slowly pulled it out of his body, inch by inch, with blood splashed everywhere, "Wenslin...... Wenslin ......"

"Huh?"

"You're really ...... The mud can't hold up the wall......"

With a faint regretful voice, waving a gun, the pure green doumang burst out violently around his broken body, like a desperate river, and instantly swept the audience.

"It's not good-back, back-off-"

Rumble...... Rumble...... Rumble......

............ (To be continued......)