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The conference room in the small building is not small, but now it is full of people.

Most of them were covered in blood, some were wearing full-body armor straight away, and some were wearing bandages, which at a glance knew that they had just come down from the battlefield.

There are also people who keep walking into the small building, into the conference room, and as the number of people increases, the conference room becomes noisy.

At this time, a strong man in heavy armor shouted loudly: "Dean Sophie, you sent someone to tell us to come here after the city was broken, and we came, and you didn't say a word, what does this mean? If there is nothing to do, let me go first, there is a shortage of people at the west gate now." ”

As the strong man spoke, the conference room fell silent, and everyone looked at the girl in white standing in the crowd.

That's Miss Sophie.

Miss Sophie cleared her throat and said directly: "The Divine Spear Martial Saint who appeared in the west is fake, she can't save France." ”

"How do you know? This is obviously the effect that can only be achieved by cultivating the Rose Divine Spear," someone asked in disagreement.

"She is a holy woman of the Holy See, who practices the book of James in the Twelve Gospels, and is best at imitating various martial arts. Miss Sophie explained.

"Holy See, what do they want?" asked a middle-aged man with a bow.

"It's nothing more than the establishment of the kingdom of God on earth, and the plan is basically to help drive out the British, and then support the puppets to take the throne and so on. Miss Sophie's tone was not serious.

"Puppet, His Majesty the Emperor is still in power, how can they support the puppet, how can a puppet be recognized by us?" asked an old man in a noble dress.

"This puppet should be familiar to everyone, it is none other than His Majesty the Emperor's younger brother, Prince Louis. As for His Majesty the Emperor and the rest of the royal family......" Miss Sophie was silent for a moment: "Probably it will be cleaned up." ”

"What??" The strong man in heavy armor was stunned for a moment, and then shouted: "I am going to the Grand Palace to protect Your Majesty, who will go with me?"

"It's too late!" interrupted Miss Sophie. Then he continued: "Presumably, now that His Excellency the Patriarch has brought people to the Grand Palace, it is too late to rush over. ”

"Why didn't you say it earlier!" the strong man in heavy armor rushed into the crown angrily.

"It's useless to say it earlier, the power of the Holy See is far stronger than you think, and with you people, you can't save His Majesty the Emperor. Miss Sophie's tone was cold.

"No, I remember that your Marceau family also supported Prince Louis at the beginning, didn't this time it happened to be the time when your family was on the throne, why did you tell us these things?" the old man in the noble dress was puzzled.

"Our family did not support Prince Louis back then, but supported the Lord, and the Lord supported Prince Louis, so our family will support Prince Louis. Miss Sophie continued.

"Then what did you call us for, to help spread the word and expose the conspiracy of the Holy See?" asked the middle-aged man with the bow in a loud voice.

"Of course not, we still need to use the power of the Holy See to help drive out the British, we can't tear our faces at this time, and with just a few of us, we can't fight the Holy See. Miss Sophie dismissed him.

"What did you call us for?" the middle-aged man with the bow asked everyone.

"Everyone is the most reliable group of people I can find, I hope you can gather all your subordinates and go to a place with me!" Miss Sophie looked around and met everyone's eyes: "Come with me to Elba!"

"Where are you going? why? The island is full of prisoners?" the old man in the aristocratic dress asked.

"France is already in turmoil, and its overthrow is imminent. Now, only that lord can save France!And that lord was not executed in the first place!He is now on the island of Elba!" Miss Sophie's voice grew louder and louder, and finally turned into a thunderclap: "I want you to come with me, to meet our true Emperor!"

The magnificent Grand Palais, the residence of the Emperor of France.

The palace has been completely turned into a hell, and countless black-robed figures haunt the entire palace, setting off a brutal massacre.

The palace guards were desperately resisting these sudden enemies, but they were far behind in terms of numbers and strength.

Guards were killed, blood slowly soaked the ornate carpets, innocent women and children were slaughtered, leaving blood stains on the walls.

As time progressed, the black-robed killers slowly advanced to an ornate door, which was the bedroom of His Majesty the Emperor.

However, a figure stood in the way, wearing pitch-black armor and holding a pitch-black spear, the de facto leader of the musketeers: de Treville.

In the ornate bedroom, His Majesty the middle-aged Emperor was giving a final order to a man in black who was kneeling on one knee: "This is our last hope for France! This letter must be delivered safely and intact to Rocamadour, as well as this ring, this is a token, and when you see it, the adult will meet you." Be sure to give the letter to that sir!"

"I promise, I will give my life to ensure that the letter is delivered!" ......the man in black choked up, his voice choking.

"No, the Holy See is coming for me, and only when I am dead can they carry out their despicable and shameless plan! You, go, go quickly, or it will be too late!" His Majesty the Emperor waved his hand, repulsing his loyal shadow.

The man in black kowtowed three times, then jumped on the ceiling, lifted one of the pieces, and disappeared.

The middle-aged emperor sat for a while, opened the dark compartment at the head of the bed, took out a spear, and sighed: "Alas, I haven't seen you for many years, old fellow, let's have a good fight one last time." ”

Outside the bedroom door, a flaming rose flower burned.

There were black-robed people who had fallen to the ground around it.

However, there were more black-robed people who surrounded this side.

Suddenly, the black-robed people around slowly parted and made a way.

Neither hiding his figure nor his identity, the Patriarch in red with a golden scepter in his hand crossed the path and stood in front of the gate.

"Oh, it turned out to be Lord Trevier, I knew that the three boys under your command were all martial saints, how could you, the captain, not be a martial saint. The white-haired old man smiled lovingly.

"I know, Richelieu, that all this is your conspiracy! You leaked the information! You killed the three of them! You wanted to destroy us France!" the man in the flames roared.

"Oh, I did it, but what about Alamis? The red-robed patriarch was still smiling.

"My duty is to defend the Imperial Palace! Protect His Majesty the Emperor!" a firm and bitter voice came from the flames.

"Well, then I think you can take off this responsibility today and happily accompany the three of them. The bright red robe slipped silently, revealing a bright red soft armor.

"Come on!" the black-armored knight roared in flames, the flames blazing and red.

The Patriarch walked forward slowly, raising his scepter aloft aloft alof.

Fiercely, the golden scepter plunged into the ground, pouring out its furious energy, shattering everything that stood in its way!

The secret of the Holy See, the peerless scepter method.

Moses divides the sea!