Chapter 564 Need Hope

In the city of Buai, the wind is getting tighter, and an invisible undercurrent is surging.

The disappearing black church revived and directly occupied the kingdom's important mining city Sol. The queen's younger brother Kaman died. Dion, the king's right hand and the commander of the Golden Fire Cavalry, led the army. Yier officially announced the start of the selection of the crown prince. All of these events, which would normally be considered a major event, have now happened together.

The residence of the Third Princess, Qingliang Hall, a pair of master and apprentice, Sean and Semiya, are drinking tea.

"Semiya, your heart is disturbed."

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

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

Semiya's voice was as hoarse as ever, but Sean could hear a hint of excitement from it.

"And then?"

Picking up the teacup, Sean took a sip. It was very bitter at first, but when the tea permeated the tip of his tongue and rolled down 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's breakthrough fails, you still can't do anything."

Looking directly into Semiya's eyes, Sean interrupted her narration.

Through Semiya's relationship, Sean already has some understanding of the inside story of the Kingdom of Talia. There are generally two situations when the king of Talia takes off his crown. Mia's father Jordan obviously belongs to the second category.

In an extraordinary world like the yellow sand world, after all, the great power belongs to oneself. When the king of Talia Kingdom touched the limit of the six changes, he would take off his crown and prepare for the breakthrough wholeheartedly. Jordan is In this way, once Jordan really succeeds in breaking through, without his permission, even if Semiya really becomes the new king of Thalia, she still can't do anything to Queen Patra.

Hearing this, Semiya's expression froze.

"Yeah, what can I do?"

Clenching his hands tightly, blue veins appeared on the back of his hands, and Semiya's waist bent down at this moment.

"Semiya, the matter 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 successfully broke through, as long as you are stronger than him." Now, when that time comes, those in power in your royal family will naturally stand by your side."

After glancing at the slumped Semiya Sean, he spoke again.

Hearing this, Semiya's spirit lifted up a bit, but soon sank down again.

"The six changes are too far away. By the time I reach that step, that woman may already be dead."

Although Patra's face looks very young, like a charming young woman, her real age is about the same as Jordan's, and she is already over 200 years old. Lifespan is usually around 300.

"That's not necessarily true, Semiya."

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

Hearing this, Semiya didn't say anything.

In the kingdom of Talia, or in other words, among the seven major countries in the yellow sand world, there is a common feature, that is, the strength of the royal family is far stronger than that of other nobles, and there is a qualitative gap between them. It does not seem to be a threat to the royal family, because so far only the royal family has the powerhouse of the six-transformation level, at least on the surface.

Knowing Semiya's thoughts, Sean didn't get entangled in this topic. When it comes to controlling the country, the royal family here is indeed much stronger than the Boya World.

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

Returning the topic to the right track, looking at Semiya, Sean said.

Hearing this, Semiya was a little puzzled,

Sean didn't seem to approve of her idea before.

"Teacher, I'm not liked by my father. In addition, I don't have strong support behind me. I'm afraid it will be difficult to get the throne."

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

"Semiya, the two things you mentioned are really important, but they are only auxiliary, not necessary."

Looking directly at Semiya, Sean's expression became extraordinarily 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 suspicion.

"Nothing is impossible, you are a genius."

Compared to Semiya's lack of self-confidence, Sean has great confidence in her.

"I see, teacher."

Back straightened, at this moment, there was a flame burning in Semiya's red pupils.

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Sol City, this place has become the stronghold of the Black Church. This time, the Black Church no longer behaved like a shady gutter mouse, nibbling a piece of meat and running away. Instead, it took root here.

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

"coming."

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

Sigh, the blood was bleeding, and the blue lightning was shining on the scepter. Garza's expression was extraordinarily solemn at this moment. Seeing such a scene, Deen, who was standing aside, let out a silent sigh.

The Judgment Scepter, the blood treasure handed down by the Church of Flame, is made of the blood of the disaster beast Thunderbird. It has the power to control thunder. It is the top five-changing blood treasure. With this blood treasure, Garza can Playing a power comparable to the peak of the five transformations, but the corresponding price is not small, not to mention that Garza is already very old, no matter what the outcome of this battle, he will die.

Rumbling, thunderbolt from the blue sky, the blue-purple thunder was swimming in the sky like an electric snake, and soon covered the other half of the sky, competing with the blood light.

"Heretics will be judged by God."

Holding the scepter in both hands, the blood drained at an accelerated rate, 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 dark lock, the accumulated thunder gathered into a huge judge's gun, and launched a trial against Dion.

The blood was scattered, and the sky suddenly darkened. At this moment, there was a violent collision far away from Sol City.

"does it worth?"

Looking at Garza, who was full of white hair, hunched over, and could barely stand by relying on the scepter, Deen couldn't help asking again. Sometimes he really didn't understand what Garza was insisting on? For God? Does God really exist? As the current deputy head of the Black Church, Deen knows very well that at least God does not exist now, because He has never answered the prayers of believers, and if there is a God, the church will not decline, fall Up to this point, the most important thing is through some secret records of the church. Deen knew that the church was probably founded in the name of God, and did not really receive the favor of the gods. And what he knew, Garza naturally also Know, even better.

"It's worth it, Dern."

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

"This is for you."

There was a sound like thunder, and a bloody spear pierced through the void.

"It really isn't that easy."

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

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

"Garza."

His expression changed drastically, and Dern put a layer of protection on Garza as quickly as possible, but unfortunately, compared to the sharp blood spear, the shield he can provide is still too weak.

Hum, the blood-colored brilliance bloomed, the azure shield was easily pierced, crashed into the city wall, and destroyed most of the block. Garza was nailed to the clock tower in the center of the city.

"Garza."

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

"Dern...the world needs...hope, we civilians need hope...so the gods exist."

Not a drop of blood flowed out, and the flesh 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."

Knowing Garza's thoughts, Dern gave his assurance.

Hearing this, Garza showed an ugly smile on his mummy-like face.

"Take them and go, it's all worth it."

Raising his hand tremblingly, Garza handed the judge's scepter and a silver ring to Dern's face.

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

Looking at the things in his hands and the flying ashes of Garza, Dern said nothing. At this time, the terrifying killings had already enveloped Sol City.

The bloody arrows rained down, and the entire city of Sol City was enveloped in it. Both civilians and black believers were attacked indiscriminately, and blood flowed into rivers for a while.

His expression was indifferent. Looking at such a scene, Deen didn't try to stop it, because Deen knew the truth of the matter when he got the judge's scepter and silver ring. Everything was just a transaction. The lives of Sa and other black believers and civilians are the bargaining chips offered by their church, and what they get is a secret method that can increase the chance of contracting blood treasures and a potion formula that can prolong life provided by the so-called angel.

A long time ago, the church actually possessed a secret method of prolonging life. This is one of the foundations of their ability to suppress an era, but this secret method has long been lost. Being able to use it with their own lives is also one of the important reasons why they have never been able to compete with the nobles.

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

His figure blurred, ignoring the howling Sol City, Deen left here without looking back, the stage here did not belong to him.