Chapter 564 Need Hope

In Bue City, the sound of wind is getting stronger and stronger, and an invisible undercurrent is surging.

The disappeared Black Church resurrected and directly occupied the kingdom's important mining city of Sol. The queen's brother Carman died. The king's right hand, the commander of the Golden Fire Cavalry, Dion, led the army. King Jordan of Thalia Ir officially announced the start of selecting the crown prince. Each of these events would have been a big deal in normal times, but now they happened together.

In the Qingliang Hall, the residence of the Third Princess, the pair of masters and disciples, Sean and Semiya, were drinking tea.

"Semia, you are upset."

Looking at Semia who straightened her waist and looked calm but was actually tense, Sean poured her a cup of Thalia's unique sand fruit tea.

"Teacher, my father is ready to take off his crown."

Semia's voice was hoarse as always, but Sean could hear a hint of excitement in it.

"Then?"

Picking up the tea cup, Sean took a sip. It was very bitter at first, but when the tea filled the tip of his tongue and passed through his throat, he could feel the rare sweetness.

"If I can become the new king, I can..."

"The premise is that you can become the new king, and even so, unless your father fails to break through, you still can't do anything."

Looking directly into Semia's eyes, Sean interrupted her.

Through Semia's relationship, Sean already has some knowledge of the inside story of the Kingdom of Thalia. There are generally two situations when the king of Thalia takes off his crown. One is when his life is approaching, and the other is when he is about to break through. Mia's father, King Jordan, obviously belongs to the second type.

In an extraordinary world like the yellow sand world, power ultimately belongs to oneself. In the Kingdom of Thalia, when the king reaches the limit of the six transformations, he will take off his crown and prepare for the breakthrough wholeheartedly. Jordan is In this way, once Jordan truly succeeds in breaking through, without his permission, even if Semiya truly becomes the new king of Thalia, she will still be unable to do anything to Queen Patra.

Hearing this, Semiya's expression suddenly froze.

"Yeah, what can I do?"

Clenching her hands, veins appeared on the back of her hands, and Semia's waist bent down at this moment.

"Semia, the thing is actually very simple. As long as you become the sixth level, you can kill the person you want to kill.

It doesn't matter even if your father succeeds in breaking through, as long as you are stronger than him, then those in power in your royal family will naturally stand on your side. "

After taking a look at the slumped Semia, Sean spoke again.

Hearing this, Semiya's spirit perked up for a moment, but then she fell down again.

"The sixth transformation is too far. By the time I get there, that woman may be dead."

Although Patra's face looks very young, like a charming young woman, in fact her real age is about the same as Jordan's, already over 200 years old. In the yellow sand world, a five-transformation extraordinary person's Lifespan is usually around 300.

"That's not necessarily the case, Semiya."

Thinking of Patra's weirdness, Sean narrowed his eyes.

Hearing this, Semiya said nothing more.

In the Kingdom of Thalia, or in other words, the seven major kingdoms in the yellow sand world all have a common feature, that is, the strength of the royal family is far stronger than that of other nobles. There is a qualitative gap between them. Even if all the nobles unite It doesn't threaten the royal family, because so far only the royal family has six-level powerhouses sitting in, at least on the surface.

Understanding Semiya's thoughts, Sean did not dwell on this topic. When it comes to controlling the country, the royal family here is indeed much stronger than the Boya World.

"Semia, since you can't wait any longer, go and fight for the throne. As long as your father fails to break through, you can get what you want."

Returning the topic to normal, looking at Semia, Sean spoke.

Hearing this, Semiya was a little confused. Sean didn't seem to agree with her idea before.

"Teacher, I am not liked by my father, and without the support of a strong force behind me, I am afraid it will be difficult to obtain the throne."

After thinking about the practical problems that needed to be faced, Semiya frowned. She had to admit that she did not have much advantage in the fight for the throne this time.

"Semia, the two things you mentioned are indeed important, but they are only auxiliary and not necessary."

Looking directly into Semiya's eyes, Sean's expression became particularly solemn at this moment.

Looking at Sean, Semiya thought of some possibility.

"Teacher, is this possible?"

When she said this, Semiya's face was full of doubt.

"Nothing is impossible, you must know that you are a genius."

Compared to Semiya's lack of confidence, Sean is very confident in her.

"I understand, teacher."

Her back was straightened, and at this moment Semia's red eyes were filled with flames.

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Sol City has become the headquarters of the Black Church. This time, the Black Church no longer behaves like a gutter rat that gnaws a piece of meat and runs away. Instead, it has taken root here.

In the early morning, the sun rose as usual, and its blood-colored light enveloped half of the sky at some point, like the most beautiful sunset.

"coming."

Holding the blue-purple bird-headed scepter and looking at the changing weather in the sky, Garza, the current Pope of the Black Church, had a dazzling brilliance in his cloudy eyes.

Alas, blood was flowing out, and blue thunder and lightning shone on the scepter. Garza's expression looked particularly solemn at this moment. Seeing such a scene, Deen standing aside let out a silent sigh.

The Judge's Scepter, a blood treasure handed down from the Church of Fire, is made from the blood of the disaster beast Thunderbird. It has the power to control thunder and is the top five-transformation blood treasure. With this blood treasure, Garza can Exhibiting power comparable to the peak of the Five Transformations, but the corresponding price is not small, not to mention that Garza is now too old. No matter what the outcome of this battle is, he will die.

Rumbling, thunderbolts from the blue, blue-purple thunder swam in the sky like electric snakes, and soon covered the other half of the sky, competing with the bloody light.

"Heretics will eventually be judged by God."

Holding the scepter with both hands, blood loss accelerated, locking onto Dion's figure in the distance, Garza waved the scepter in his hand.

Boom, the blue-purple light surged, splitting the blood like a sharp sword. Following the lock in the dark, the accumulated thunder gathered into a huge judge's grab, and launched judgment on Dion.

The blood light dissipated, and the sky suddenly darkened. At this moment, a violent collision occurred far away from Sol City.

"does it worth?"

Looking at Garza, who had white hair and a stooped waist, and could barely stand by relying on a scepter, Deen couldn't help but ask again. Sometimes he really didn't understand what Garza was insisting on? For God? Does God really exist? As the current deputy leader of the Black Church, Deen knows very clearly that God does not exist at least now, because He has not answered the prayers of believers once, and if there really is a God, the church will not decline. At this point, the most important thing is that through some secret records of the church, Deen knows that when the church was founded, it was probably just in the name of God, and did not really receive the blessing of God. And he knew that Garza naturally also Know, even more clearly.

"It's worth it, Deon."

Even though his life had come to an end, Garza's answer was still affirmative without any wavering. It was at this time that a strong smell of blood that could not be resolved enveloped the entire city of Sol.

"This is returned to you."

A sound like thunder sounded, and a bloody spear pierced the void.

"It's really not that easy."

Sensing the bloody spear coming through the void, Garza raised the scepter in his hand again, but instead of defending, he chose to continue attacking.

Boom, thunder exploded again, but compared to the first time, the momentum this time was much weaker. Garza was really exhausted.

"Garza."

His face changed drastically, and Deen put on a layer of protection for Garza as quickly as possible. Unfortunately, compared to the sharp blood spear, the shield he could provide was still too weak.

Buzz, bloody brilliance bloomed, the azure shield was easily penetrated, the city wall collapsed, and most of the city block was destroyed. Garza was nailed to the clock tower in the center of the city.

"Garza."

Wearing a gilt ring inlaid with sapphires on his hand, and stepping on a stream of blue water under his feet, when he came to Garza's side, Deen had a look of sadness on his face.

"Deen... This world needs... hope. We civilians need hope... so gods exist."

Not a drop of blood flowed out, and the flesh and blood dried up at a speed visible to the naked eye. Looking at Deen, Garza's cloudy eyes shone with hope.

"I know, Garza, I will lead the church to find that hope."

Understanding Garza's thoughts, Dern gave his guarantee.

Hearing this, Garza's already mummified face showed an ugly smile.

"Take them and hurry up, it will all be worth it."

Raising his hand tremblingly, Garza handed the judge's scepter and a silver ring that he clenched tightly to Deen.

Letting go, with a smile on his face, Garza turned into a pile of ash and dispersed in the wind.

Looking at the things in his hands and Garza's flying ashes, Deen said nothing. At this time, horrific killings had enveloped Sol City.

Bloody arrows rained down, and the entire city of Sol City was enveloped. Both civilians and black cultists were attacked indiscriminately, and rivers of blood flowed for a while.

Looking at this scene with an indifferent expression, Deen did not try to stop it, because when he got the judge's scepter and silver ring, Deen knew the truth of the matter. Everything was just a transaction, Gal. The lives of Sa and other black cultists and civilians were the bargaining chips offered by their church, and what they got was a secret method provided by the so-called divine envoy that could increase the chance of contracted blood treasures and a potion formula that could extend life.

A long time ago, the church actually mastered a secret method of extending life, which was one of the reasons why they were able to suppress an era. However, this secret method has been lost long ago. Even if the current church members contract blood treasures, they can only Being able to use it with their own lives is one of the important reasons why they have never been able to compete with the nobles.

"Garza, I will not let down your expectations, and I will lead the church to seize this glimmer of hope."

His body became insubstantial and he ignored the wailing Sol City. Deen left here without looking back. The stage here did not belong to him.

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