Chapter 976 Mud Can’t Hold up the Wall

Let’s not talk about whether David’s statement is reliable or not...

Okay, I'm kidding if I say it's reliable. However, the factual effect is obvious here.

The whole place was petrified!

To use an inappropriate analogy, this is like playing online games in this world and pushing dungeons. After finally arduous journey through mountains and rivers, I reached the last level of the dungeon and faced the final boss. This big boss is also very powerful. His origins are unpredictable. His performance on the stage is beyond shocking, and his combat power is off the charts... As a result, while the people here are frightened, the big boss's harsh words never come out again. Already...

Is this the end?

Don't you want to slaughter all the people in the world?

How the hell can we still have fun together...

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A single move affects the whole body.

In fact, there is no need for Tang En and others to feel ridiculous. Because the oolong situation is not limited to this one, almost at the same moment, the intensity of some incidents is far more than the absurd scene they are experiencing... …

Brandu City, the royal castle under the drizzle.

In the slightly cold king's palace, the heavy curtains swayed left and right with the cold wind that sneaked in, swirling the spicy medicinal smell throughout the room, and also swirling some inexplicable and unexplained undercurrents. As the most powerful man on this continent, Old King Bran is really old now. Lying on the hospital bed, his face was sallow, his body was thin, and his withered chest was rising and falling... No matter how he looked at it, he looked like the king of beasts who was dying, and he didn't have long to live.

However, compared to the bleak ending of the dying beast only to die at the claws of other similar beasts, King Bran is still relatively happy even though he is getting older. Because to this day. Still no one dared to raise their claws to him. Also because he is standing next to the bed holding a medicine bowl. He is his direct descendant. His Royal Highness the eldest prince.

When you are old, you can take care of yourself, and your children and grandchildren will serve as filial piety. With such a heartwarming scene, who can say that he is not happy?

Silently waving away the servants and waiters around him, the eldest prince stood quietly by the bed, silently looking at the weak-breathing old king, his father, with an unpredictable and complex expression.

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

After a while, he took a slight breath, seeming to decide something, and leaned closer and called softly,

"Father, father...it's time to take medicine."

"It's you, cough...Have you already taken care of all the state affairs? Why are you free to bring me medicine today?" Calling softly, the old king slowly opened his cloudy old eyes and looked at the eldest prince beside the bed. Somewhat surprised. Then with the support of the latter, there was a pillow under his body. Coughing and lying on the head of the bed. "I haven't heard my father's teachings for some time, so I came to see you after handling the state affairs early today." The eldest prince lowered his head, leaned over to tuck the corners of the quilt, and explained.

"Yes." The old king nodded happily when he heard this, and raised his hand to reluctantly pat the eldest prince's arm, obviously very satisfied with his filial piety. Then he thought of something and asked slowly, "After all these days, has there been any progress in your brother's negotiations with the Gray Army? Now that the empire is in danger, only by appeasing the Gray Army can the Empire Have enough energy to free up your hands to resist the invasion of the Northern Wilderness tribe. Ahem... You must keep this in mind when dealing with state affairs. Do it well and cooperate with your brother. The throne of the empire, huh... the throne is yours after all... "

Haha, Father, you said this a few years ago... A few years later, you still said this...

Raising his head gently, the eldest prince picked up the medicine bowl and respectfully agreed: "Father, please be at ease, and the children know it. Well, the medicine is almost cold, so please drink it while it's hot, father. It's important to take care of yourself."

"Well... By the way, how is the Sword God's health now? If I have any medicine here that he can use, ahem, feel free to go anywhere."…

"Master Sword God is recovering, just like his father."

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

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Or Brandu City, or Royal Castle.

Outside the Royal Sanatorium, "Junior brother, you called me out for a walk, right? Or on a rainy day? If you have anything to say, it's okay to say it." While walking side by side in the drizzle, Haita turned to look at him in confusion and walked forward with his head lowered. , Wen Silin, who seemed to be a little distracted, said, "Master, there is no shortage of people. Please finish your words quickly so that I can go and take care of you... eh? Junior brother?"

"Eh? Oh..." Wen Silin paused, seeming to have come out of his trance. He wiped the rain off his face and inadvertently turned his head to avoid Haita's surprised gaze, "That's it, His Highness the Second Prince has gone. To the north, I heard that his negotiations with the Gray Army were not going very well, so I sent someone to send a message back, hoping that Philip could go there again. He relied on his personal relationship with the Gray Army to negotiate a deal in order to break the deadlock."

"Then let's go...Why, Phillip doesn't want to go?"

Wen Silin nodded: "It should be about the last negotiation. Those congressmen turned back without his consent, which made him a little frustrated... I tried to persuade him, but the effect was not good. Philip only said that he missed that opportunity and was disappointed. It is impossible for Yi Jun to offer any favors during formal negotiations, so he does not want to go through this trip in vain."

After a pause, he spread his hands to the speechless Haita, "So I think, senior brother, you can try to persuade him again. Maybe he will agree..."

"How can I do that?" After passing through the arch at the end of the road, Haita shook his head with a wry smile, and then frowned in annoyance, "How long have these damn members of Congress only cared about their own safety... Oh, that's all! So be it, I am now Go find him and give it a try, junior brother, go back and take care of the master."

"Okay, I'll see you off. My carriage is parked outside the castle gate, and the coachman knows where Philip is now..."

Waving his hand, "What's there to give you? It's not like I don't recognize your carriage. It's better for you to go 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, that’s strange, where are all the royal guards here?”

"But... maybe it's a temporary change of guard." Wen Silin's expression paused, and then he looked left and right, as if he replied casually.

"Yeah?". Although he had doubts, Haita didn't think much about it. Waiting to say goodbye to Wen Silin. His feet suddenly stopped. His expression changed drastically. Huo Ran raised his head, "Who? Come out!"

Before the fierce shouting, a mysterious rune formation suddenly appeared out of thin air above them. Under the hood, it instantly surrounded the two people, Haita and Wen Silin, who were caught off guard. Immediately, the light of holy magic soared into the sky!

"Light magic?! How dare you—"

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Rumble——

In the palace, the old king had just put down the porcelain bowl, frowning and not yet completely dissolving the bitter concoction in his mouth. Suddenly there was a loud explosion outside the house, and I was stunned: "It's thundering outside?"

It was drizzling outside, and it was not surprising that there was thunder. But as soon as he finished speaking, there was another continuous loud explosion beside his ears, and this time it was mixed with a faint roar and a muffled roar when a building collapsed, which was obviously not like thunder.

The old king is indeed old, but he is not stupid. In other words, even if he has Alzheimer's disease, at least he is awake at this time.

He was stunned again, with an angry look on his face: "What's going on? Does anyone dare to do something in the Royal Castle? Ahem..."

The eldest prince did not answer. Or to be more precise, he couldn't hear any sound at all at this time, including thunder and the old king's questions... His eyes were fixed on the empty porcelain bowl. His expression seemed to be crying and laughing, and he was in a trance and complex.

"Come on, come on... Damn it! Where are these idiots..."...

Suddenly interrupted, "No need to shout, no one is here." Taking a deep breath, the eldest prince raised his body and bowed slightly, as if a heavy burden had been lifted off in an instant, his back was straight without any bend. He looked down at the stunned old king, his eyes were slightly pitiful, and he said quietly, "Father, there are only you and me here now."

"Then why are you still standing here? Why don't you go quickly..." After saying this, the old king's reclining body suddenly shook. He realized something. He raised his head in disbelief and looked at the eldest prince who looked straight at him without giving in. , like looking at a stranger you have never met.

"you……"

He interrupted again, "Father, do you want to know the source of these abnormal noises? Haha, there is no need to investigate, I can tell you now." The corner of the eldest prince's mouth raised slightly, "This should be an ambush set up by the Temple of Light to kill the Sword God. Disciple, you don’t have to worry about the noises made by Mr. Haita, they will disappear after a while.”

"What are you talking about! Ahem... How dare they..." 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 they have an internal agent, and because..." The eldest prince raised his chin slightly, with an arrogant expression, "They have obtained the secret of Bran's next king. permit!"

"You want to rebel!" After hearing this, the old king couldn't understand the meaning, and he shouted angrily.

At this point, the eldest prince seemed to have completely relaxed, wagging his fingers: "No, it's not about thinking. It's about doing it and almost succeeding. Haha... don't be excited, father. Because excitement will make the blood in your body The faster the flow speed will make the things mixed in the concoction spread throughout your body faster..."

Before he finished speaking, "Pfft--" The old king, whose face was flushed, suddenly stood up tremblingly, spitting out black blood from his mouth, and his face quickly turned gray.

The eldest prince was stunned when he saw this, and wiped a little blood spattered on his sleeves, feeling helpless: "I told you not to get excited, Father."

"Ahem... You're a traitor, you're a traitor... You're going to die a good death..." With this monk's power, the old king suddenly reached out and grabbed the eldest prince's arm, his face twisted ferociously, and he couldn't help but gasp and curse.

Under the long-lasting power, the eldest prince couldn't help but retreat in fear, but because his arm was grabbed, he rushed back to the old king, struggling in panic: "Let go... I am a traitor, and you didn't force me to do so!" He didn't know this. Where did the old king get his strength? He was obviously in a dying state. But the eldest prince, who was tall and strong, couldn't open his palms that were like dead branches.

"I am the eldest prince! I am the first heir to the empire! I should have ascended the throne long ago, but you, the old immortal, keep blocking and delaying it - let me go, let me go - you just won't let go! Look, you are He wants to occupy the throne and refuses to give up. Watching me and the hypocritical guy called my brother constantly fighting secretly is like watching two wild dogs fighting for a bone - OK! Don't you want us to compete? Let's divide now Come out, that hypocritical guy will not come back from the north. Let me tell you, at this time he has been destroyed by the attack of the temple! Haha——"

The harsh and crazy laughter echoed in the hall, even suppressing the distant roar, "There is no need for you to choose, and there is no need to fight with that hypocritical guy... You are dead, and he is dead too. , I am naturally the next king of the Bran Empire! You, you, please let me go——"

Looking at the old king who was vomiting blood and speechless, but still holding on to his right arm with his palm, his eyes were as furious as a tiger's. The eldest prince panicked and was frightened. He subconsciously stretched out his left hand and scratched randomly, and caught the porcelain bowl placed on the bedside. Without thinking, he suddenly raised his hand and smashed the old king's white-haired head.

“Let me go, let me go, let me go!!!”…

Bang bang bang—crash—blood splattered and broken tiles flew!

After a short moment, everything returned to silence, with only the sound of heavy breathing echoing in the empty hall...

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Similar to silence.

In the square of Wangting Castle, a fine drizzle fell one after another, falling on the ruins of the walls, on the many temple knights and magicians, and also on the motionless Haita who was surrounded by the crowd.

Tick ​​tock, tick tock...

He lowered his head and stared blankly at the familiar spear passing through his heart. Blood mixed with rain slowly dripped down the arc of the tip of the spear. at some point. Haita's expression suddenly dawned, remembering the strange situation in such a large square without a single guard, the apparent distraught of the person behind him, and the excuse he had made to take him out of the nursing home and away from his master...

Bang, get down on one knee.

The long hair on his forehead obscured Haita's face, and all he could hear was a gentle question, as gentle as ever: "Why?"

"Yes, I'm sorry..." Haita didn't turn his head, and naturally couldn't see Wen Silin's panic behind him. He subconsciously let go of the spear in his hand, stepped back and waved his hands randomly, "I don't want to, senior brother, I really don't want to... You have to forgive me, you must forgive me..."

The blood flowed more rapidly, instantly staining the large bluestone floor beneath Haita. After gasping for air for a few times, Haita suddenly shouted, "I ask you... Huchi... why! What! What!"

"Why, why...because I have no choice, I really have no choice! Senior brother, you and the second prince are too close...The eldest prince has found my family, and the temple has also found my family...Master is like this now, Senior brother, what do you want me to do? Tell me what to do..."

Wen Silin, who was grabbing his hair and looking crazy, couldn't help but retreat. The temple knight on the side frowned and stepped forward, intending to kill the dying sea tower with his sword and end the siege. But before he got closer, his expression was startled.

"That's it...hehe..." He shook his head and laughed, coughed, and suddenly gasped a few times as Haita, who was kneeling on one knee, raised his hand to grab the tip of the gun, and slowly pulled it out of his body, inch by inch, along with Blood splashed everywhere, "Wen Silin... Wen Silin..."

"ah?"

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

With a faint regretful voice, he waved his gun, and the pure green light suddenly burst out violently from around his mutilated body, like a river with a huge embankment, sweeping across the entire place in an instant,

"Not good - back off, back off -"

Boom...boom...boom...

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