Chapter 1379 Bad News

The explosion occurred suddenly.

It was like a surprise, blurred on everyone's faces.

Among them, Yeats, who reacted the fastest, seemed to be electrocuted. The moment the praises of 'Holy Lord' sounded, layers of light began to rise and envelope him.

I only had time to say a dirty word.

Then, the curse words were covered by loud noises.

The terrifying flames spread, and the flames filled with countless curses and malice condensed into the real substance. They opened their mouths to bite everything like an amorphous beast. The metal vapor rose into the sky like a sea wave, glowing with waves of dazzling light. Fierce light.

Wherever the shock wave passed, the solemn palace was burned by fire, and then it was shrouded in darkness.

The darkness was like a blowout, erupting from the center of the explosion, surging, spreading in all directions, and finally turned into sharp gray crystals.

Like a flower of glass, it suddenly bloomed from the sacred city, forming a solidified scar.

If so, it sends a signal of destruction.

Under careful arrangements, a chain of "death explosions" rose from all over the city, and the continuous loud noises overlapped in one place, playing a vague and strange melody.

The climax of the "1812 Grand Overture", under the invisible baton, parades generously and heroically in hell, leaving behind dazzling fireworks and solidified crystals.

In the end, the entire city was completely engulfed.

Terrifying shocks spread throughout the realm of hell, and the instantly rising source of energy signals could be heard clearly even in the current situation, like a festival fireworks show.

The ground shook.

Flames soared into the sky.

Everything was shrouded in destruction.

Only in the distance, the dark pupils of the beast of the end were illuminated by flames.

Breathe deeply in the breath of ashes blown by the storm.

A ferocious smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

It's like conveying his greetings to the abyss.

A silent smile.

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When the earth-shattering waves swept past, the furious holy light rose from the ground again, covering everything that was devastated. Under the miracle of the God of the Abyss, the devastated ruins disappeared.

The power of God moves in the abyss, and the light flows. Wherever it passes, new cities and temples emerge from the void. Even the conquest angels who were completely evaporated in the explosion are also blessed by the sea of ​​chaos. He was reborn and enthusiastically praised the holy name.

In an instant, the traces of destruction disappeared.

Like a bubble.

Under the control of divinity, the city of Purgatory was created again.

But this time, the scarlet light with cold and murderous intent was like a line of sight, stretching across thousands of miles, plowing through the soil inch by inch, not missing any suspicious spots.

In the end, nothing was achieved.

Above the sky, the opened giant eyes slowly closed.

Only in front of the church, Zhengyi knelt on the ground to receive the holy instructions and orders, sweating profusely.

In another dark hall, all participants fell into silence.

Even with the strength of those present, they would not be damaged in the sudden attack, but in the turmoil, everyone would inevitably be disgraced.

Originally, I didn't expect to be able to kill any heavyweight ruler with this method, but the lethality was completely abandoned, and the humiliation was doubled.

"I said, Huai Shi is a threat at any time."

Yeats, the representative of the senior victim Golden Dawn, said coldly: "It won't work unless we get rid of it."

For a time, not only the high priest of the Elysian Land, but also the participants who were originally gloating about the misfortune nodded their heads in agreement.

Everyone was singing songs and having a meeting, but suddenly they were blown away by Huaishi.

Where can I go to reason?

Besides, even if you can't be killed by one explosion, you can't stand it if it happens every two days. It is inevitable for people to eat, sleep and go to the bathroom while they are alive. No one wants to be caught off guard and be disgusted.

Otherwise, if things go on like this, life will not be able to survive?

Besides, who doesn’t have a few relatives? Even if I go to hell and eat all by myself and not be hungry, there must be a few people bringing tea and water, right?

When the words "confidant" and "serious trouble" were organically combined in Huai Shi, the same disgusting feeling that originally appeared in the situation actually appeared in everyone's mind after super doubling.

After a long period of wrangling, everyone finally put aside the dispute and reached a consensus on the matter of Huai Shi. I have to say that this thing is too outrageous.

At least Zhengyi never thought that one day, he would need to rely on the genealogy of the Kingdom of Heaven to unite the abyss.

But now, after everyone has identified the culprit, they can't help but look at Yeats with a bit of resentment in their eyes - if it weren't for your Golden Dawn fooling around, would the current situation be able to put that mad dog into hell?

The work was done very well, don't do it next time.

For a moment, Yeats had mixed feelings in his heart. He really didn't know whether he should be grateful to Huai Shi for his timely intervention to help Golden Dawn clear Erwu Zai's unfair grievances, or whether he should hate Huai Shi for copying his homework.

However, it is expected that the plan will encounter obstacles. As long as the current network does not lose control, a mere Huaishi cannot make much waves in the abyss.

Does he still dare to show his face openly?

At best, it's just like a mouse secretly wreaking havoc.

He suppressed the uneasy premonition in his heart, comforted himself for a few words, and focused on the matter in front of him - even though a consensus had been reached, everyone unanimously decided on 'fire prevention, theft prevention, and locust prevention poetry', but it can be implemented in detail. Still difficult.

Even if they really have a way to find Huai Shi.

Can all parties be allowed to let go of the secret ritual and allow the Golden Dawn or Elysium to inspect it?

Not to mention anything else, Xuan Qing, the representative of the subjugated country, looked absent-minded, glancing at everyone who dared to pay attention to him with a half-smile.

As for the Sea of ​​Thunder, it won’t even come.

Does anyone dare to come to your door and ask me to look for you in your home?

I'm afraid Huaishi will die laughing on the old crooked neck tree just after saying this. Besides, who can be sure that others will not do something in the process?

The moment Er Wu Zai's existence was confirmed, a rift had quietly appeared in everyone's hearts. Perhaps, this is the real purpose of Huaishi's attack? Do you just like to see them in a state of chaos and chaos?

In this way, the meeting once again came to nothing amid prevarication and stalemate.

Everyone parted unhappy.

as always.

Yeats sat there and watched everyone else leave before leaving the sacred city.

As the pages of the book opened, flowing water appeared in the void, and a small boat stopped quietly beside him, as if the spirit of the matter carried him away silently.

However, after walking a short distance, he saw a huge carriage parked in the wilderness, as if waiting for him.

The emblem of the subjugated country hung on the solemn and luxurious carriage frame, which made Yeats slightly startled. He immediately understood. He stopped in front of the carriage and saw the figure of the ruler behind the curtain.

"It seems that Mr. Xuan has some advice?"

"It's not about giving advice, it's just something I want to say upfront."

Xuan Daoqing said calmly: "The subjugated country is not interested in your plan, but I hope that Golden Dawn can take care of the troubles it has caused and prevent such outrageous things from happening again.

You know, His Majesty has high hopes for this war. "

"The same applies to me."

Yeats replied: "It's just that now it seems that the threat posed by Huaishi is still beyond expectations. I hope that the subjugated country will not have the illusion of staying out of the matter."

"Why, Golden Dawn doesn't have enough confidence in itself?" Xuan Daoqing seemed surprised: "It's really a strange news."

"A subjugated country should also be aware of the threat of the lineage of the Kingdom of Heaven."

Yeats was expressionless: "Once the ashes rekindle, it will turn into an uncontrollable wildfire - until now, it's just Huaishi, and the real fox is still hiding behind the scenes."

"Ha, you always value these, but ignore the opponents in front of you... long-term plans, complex strategies, and blueprints for the future. You are guarding against someone who will not appear in front of you, but the person who determines victory or defeat never... Maybe hiding behind the scenes.

Yeats, one day you will understand this truth. "

The short conversation ended here, and Xuan Daoqing's chariot disappeared into the distance amidst the blood-red crowd.

But Yeats remained expressionless, just staring at the afterimage going away.

He sneered and moved forward again.

However, after walking a little further, a diffuse fog enveloped him.

In the mist, a solemn and luxurious mask emerged.

The ruler of the Dark Eye, Qingmu, has been waiting for a long time.

"You're late, Yeats," he said.

"I met another guest on the way, who seemed to have smelled something and came to find out the details."

Yeats smiled slightly: "Don't worry, Your Excellency Qingmu, Golden Dawn's position and attitude have never changed, and the covenant between us remains the same.

Hegemony will not allow a second voice in the coalition. If the Dark Eyes are willing to stand up, we are naturally happy to support them.

When the time comes, we will do our best to cooperate. "

"I hope so."

In the sound of turbid water, Qingmu said: "Following the covenant, the first batch of finished products will be sent to the land of nothing in two days. I hope Golden Dawn can show enough sincerity."

"Of course."

Yeats nodded.

Soon, the mist dissipated and the green eyes disappeared, and a lone boat continued to move forward in the free flowing water.

But while walking through the wasteland, it seemed that he met another visitor. The jester, who had been waiting for a long time, took off his hood, swept away the disgust and resistance from the previous meeting, and smiled brightly and enthusiastically.

Yeats seemed to have a different look, with a warm smile, and the two of them had a great conversation.

Soon, after the new deal was reached, the two shook hands and said goodbye.

As the other party left, the smile on Yeats's face slowly disappeared, and he fell into deep thought.

However, this time he still didn't give him much time to think. In front of him, a sacred light descended. The archangel from the Elysium stood solemnly, waiting for a long time.

Yeats was startled for a moment and asked curiously: "Since we have reached an agreement, then the Golden Dawn will naturally not have two ends. Why is Elysium so impatient?"

"Things have changed, and there are abnormal developments in the current situation."

The archangel waiting there reported: "Russell, the Lord of the Heavenly Lineage, has been assassinated and will die soon."

"What did you say?!"

Yeats was stunned and couldn't react for a moment. He subconsciously widened his eyes and asked, "What are you talking about?"

"Therefore, Your Highness the Righteousness, please ask me to bring you a message——"

The archangel calmly conveyed the holy teachings, and smoothly pulled out a wolf hammer from behind his buttocks, and then smoothly hit Yeats on the forehead.

There was a loud bang.

In the sudden attack, Yeats' vision went dark, and he only heard an enthusiastic and familiar voice ringing from his ears.

Deliver the real bad news:

"——Friends of the Golden Dawn, I miss you so much!"