Chapter 139 Shock

Just as the small town in the southern border was gradually recovering, various dark tides in the empire were also slowly flowing.

Eastern border, Red Mountain Province.

The dark trees are undulating between the mountains, and the soil below is different from other regions. It is a rare red color, which is why it is named Hongshan Province.

In a castle in the mountains, it is now brightly lit, and all kinds of carriages are parked on the mountain road and in the castle. Today is Count Angen's birthday. He has invited many friends, and some wealthy businessmen and nobles around him also came to celebrate.

During the banquet, the gongs were staggered, and the transparent glasses swayed in different colors under the illumination of the lights. The crisp clinking of glasses is so sweet, and inside this splendid castle, everything is so comfortable and warm, and there is no sign of winter at all.

The rich and powerful Earl Angen arranged multiple arrays of wind insulation and thermal insulation for the castle. In the inner hall, you can also see many small charcoal stoves burning quietly, adding heat to the place.

After another dance song was over, the men and women in the hall took an intermission. Everyone raised their glasses together and thanked the Count for his warm hospitality.

Afterwards, the crowd continued to talk and have fun until late at night.

The carriages with the lanterns began to leave one by one, and the loyal servants escorted the master, boarded the carriage, bid farewell to the castle, and drove slowly down the mountain.

"I'm very sorry, the master below is already drunk, I will say goodbye to the adults on my behalf."

At the gate of the castle, the butler pressed his hand on his chest, bent over to apologize, and then let the servant help the master beside him to board the carriage.

Not long after, the carriage gradually entered the cold night, it was dark all around, and even the slight chirping of insects in the grass could be heard.

The dim yellow lantern roughly reflected the road ahead, and the driver drove his horse slowly along the spacious mountain road. The road here is very good, so there is no need to worry too much.

The housekeeper checked the situation of the owner of the house, Earl Gekuan, and felt relieved when he saw that he was only drunk and fell asleep.

Away from the lively and noisy castle, the road between the mountains is extraordinarily clean, and you can even hear the squeak of wheels running over small stones.

The rather tired butler also leaned on the sofa, closing his eyes and resting. Anyway, there are two servants in the carriage, so he doesn't need to pay attention to the whole process. Besides, there will be nothing wrong with this. He has traveled this road many times with adults.

In a daze, the carriage shook gently, like a soothing lullaby, making people gradually forget about time.

There was another wheel jump, and the carriage swayed. At this time, the butler opened his eyes again, briefly scanned the surroundings, and prepared to continue closing his eyes and resting.

wrong!

He suddenly opened his eyes, only to find that Count Gokuan, who was resting on the sofa, had disappeared.

"Stop! Stop!" the butler shouted loudly, then two slaps woke the two servants who were also dozing off, anxiously and shocked to search inside and outside the carriage.

The lord he served is gone.

In the dark and cold mountain forest, Earl Gekuan, who was resting on the carriage, woke up leisurely. This middle-aged man with a slightly bulging beer belly was wearing a red-lined aristocratic dress on a white background. He was lying down at the moment. In the damp and cold red soil mountains and forests.

Because the surroundings were a little cold, the nobleman who was drunk and lethargic woke up leisurely, grabbed the surroundings randomly, and prepared to cover something, but when he touched the surroundings, there were hard gravel, rough branches and soil.

Surprised, the man suddenly woke up.

"Where am I?" As for the housekeeper and the servant, many questions arose in his heart, and then he slowly climbed up cautiously.

Although it looks a bit potbellied now, this army commander who was also a leader in the past was only dismissed by the new emperor due to standing in the line.

Fortunately, he was born in an earl, with a noble status and a deep relationship, which saved him from the brutal cleansing of the coup d'état that year.

But even so, I don't have to think about entering the military in the future, I can only stay in the countryside of the East, and have fun with a group of nobles around.

Fortunately, the status of the Earl is still very high. In the East, except for the Grand Duke of Landsworth, no one can stabilize his head, so he is still alive and well, and his body gradually loses shape.

Count Gekuan stood up cautiously in the dark, and touched his waist with one hand. Seeing that the sword he was carrying was still there, he calmed down a little.

Pulling out this long sword that he had not used for many years, he looked around in the dark, ready to inquire about the situation.

Soon the earl discovered the nobles who had been reduced to the same surroundings as him.

That's Viscount Silverline, this one's Baron Bray...

Compared to him, these people were still asleep, and after a while, they woke up leisurely, and were as surprised and nervous as Count Gekuan.

The sound of small conversations in twos and threes rang out in the mountains, and then everyone woke up. There were six of them, and it seemed that they were all returning from the banquet this time.

"Where is this place, does Baron Bray have any clues?" Baron Bray's home is closest to the castle, in a small town 4 miles away.

"Here, I'll take a look." Baron Bray was in his 30s, with a thin stature. He grabbed the tree trunk and stood in shock, looking at the scenery and environment in the distance.

It's a pity that there is no moon now, and the night is dark and hazy just by the light of the stars, making it difficult for him to distinguish it for a while.

Time passed in depression and silence for about ten seconds, the baron wiped his sweaty forehead, still not sure where he was now.

Just as he was about to confess that he was powerless, the sound of birds flying over the forest leaves came from not far away.

In the darkness, a few leaves from the swaying branches

Fall, dry and light.

"Good evening everyone."

I don't know when, a figure wearing a deacon's dress appeared in front of everyone. I saw that his body was straight and well-proportioned, and it could be seen that he had received strict training.

Because of the darkness, the deacon's face was blurred, and only the pair of red gloves were so conspicuous and prominent.

With an elegant and standard gesture, he bent over and saluted, and then the shadow raised his body.

"I'm sorry to invite all of you adults in the middle of the night." Through the afterglow of the starlight, everyone realized that he was wearing a mask on his face. It was a smiling white mask with slightly exaggerated lines outlining his eyes and mouth.

"Who are you, and what are you doing? Do you know the identities of us? If we disappear, the entire Eastern Territory will be turned over tomorrow." A noble threatened unpleasantly.

"After the origin, you will naturally know about it, and I naturally understand your identities. Please be patient."

After speaking a few silent winds brushed the nobleman who spoke, making his ears and neck cold, he touched his neck in surprise, not knowing when a bloodstain appeared.

"Ah ah ah!" He took a few steps back in horror, and didn't stop until he hit the tree behind.

"Now everyone should be able to calm down and listen to what I have to say." Even through the mask, the people below could still perceive the weird smile in the darkness.

"Then let's listen to you patiently, hum." Count Gekuan swung his sword, and the wind of the sword cut off several grass clippings, and the air exuded a cool smell of grass juice.

"This is the best way." After speaking, the shadow jumped from the rock like a flash and came to the crowd in an instant.

"Now, come with me, everyone, and I will take everyone to see our new king, who should be your allegiance."

"The new king, what are you joking..." Several people were about to mock and refute, but suddenly got stuck.

In a sway of fine grass and trees, a group of figures in dark red windbreakers appeared silently beside them. These figures in dark red windbreakers were like ghosts, and they walked silently. It made the hearts of several nobles chill.

There are nearly 50 people in red, and none of them are lower than Sequence 6. The cold and secluded demonic Sequence magic power, like a delicate blade, slides across the skin, making people tremble.

As the upper-middle-class nobles of the empire, they have a lot of knowledge. Looking at the distinctive style, they remembered the name that was drowned in memory.

Darkmoon of the Empire

An intelligence and assassination organization directly under the emperor's command, specializing in monitoring the empire's assholes and traitors, while taking revenge on those past enemies. These people are the eyes and the blade of the emperor, used to deal with all kinds of shady things.

At this point, the group of people finally fell silent, followed them silently, and walked through the mountains.

Passing through the long narrow valley, they walked into the depths of the forest step by step.

I don't know when, an ancient stone ladder buried in the grass and dead branches appeared in front of everyone.

It seems to be the ruins of an old castle in the past, and the broken stone brick steps are faintly visible in the weeds and soil.

Rotating up this step, they discovered that the end of it turned out to lead to a cliff.

Among the undulating mountains, this peak protrudes diagonally to one side, forming a natural steep cliff, and this step wraps up just below the cliff side. If you look to the side, you can see the view of the empty foot of the mountain.

Despite some concerns, the group slowly climbed the stairs and moved forward.

Until finally reaching the top of the mountain, which is the flat land on the cliff.

The night wind was blowing, carrying some dead leaves and making a faint whimpering sound. When the six people climbed the steps exhausted, they found that the people in red were already standing neatly.

They stood on both sides, their heads bowed respectfully, silently, their figures were hidden under the crimson hood and cloak, only the hem of the clothes floated gently in the mountain wind, swaying constantly.

Everyone looked up the hillside, and finally saw a figure with his back to them at the end.

The back was not tall, and even a little thin against the dark moon in red around him.

The 'red glove' who had greeted them at the moment was standing beside the back, and at this moment he took a step forward, bent over and saluted again, and then spoke.

"Welcome to this moment, everyone, and we will right the distorted order and return the empire to its rightful master."

"The true heirs of the previous emperor, the brothers of the prince, Ans El, Ans Roy, and the one standing in front of you at this moment is the only blood descendant of Prince Ans Roy."

After finishing speaking, the figure slowly turned around when the six people were shocked before they could digest the huge news.

He wore a cloak as black as night, with a dark red lining under the dark back, reminiscent of the oldest nobleman among mankind.

Just as in historical legends, King Cang Yue inherited part of the True Red Empire's heritage, and in the ancient past, they also considered themselves to be the descendants of the original blood, enjoying the power of blood, and the king of the devil sequence.

The young man holding a scepter was only 14 years old, but he had short hair of cold silver ice and bright red eyes like jewels. Under the eyes of these eyes, the nobles finally lowered their heads one by one.

They moved forward step by step, kneeling on the ground with the most humble attitude in their lives, kissing the heirs of the oldest human blood on this earth.

"We will always be loyal to you, the true master of the empire, the monarch of the Crimson Moon."

"Maybe one more sentence." A woman with a soft and moving voice also raised her head at the moment, she was the other person standing beside the king.

"The king of the smog that never dies."

As the words fell, the vast land that spanned thousands of miles began to drift through gusts of cold wind. It was clear that there was no snow, and the vegetation and branches and leaves in the mountains began to condense small ice flowers.

The rolling mountains that were originally pitch-black began to be covered with a layer of white rime and frost under the blowing of this perpetual freezing wind.

These frozen frost flowers are dotted with everything that can be seen, and step by step this world is turned into a frozen white world, so beautiful and so cold.

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The cold wind in the east is gradually blowing, and the southern part of the empire has not stopped.

Just when many nobles and commoners thought that the Baska family was extinct, the continuous sound of dragon roar resounded through the mountains again.

Four powerful dragon knights that the world has never seen appeared in the sky. They rode black and red dragons and slowly descended to the center of the southern border, the capital of Chixin Province. After expelling and defeating the local garrison and the governor, an impressive The unexpected girl appeared in front of everyone again.

A pair of black halberds were raised and crossed on both sides of the street, and then they were separated one by one to welcome the true owner of this southern dragon heart capital.

"Kneel down and repent of your past mistakes. The blood of the supreme red dragon may forgive your past mistakes."

Gersmi, who was wearing a dress, stood on the high platform and shouted loudly, like an aria. That loud voice was like a goshawk swept across the earth, reaching the ears of everyone in the city.

"Then swear again, forever loyal to your true master, the daughter of Lord Leodore, the only heir of the red dragon on a black background, the dragon of Ehsien, the Duke of Basda of this generation, His Royal Highness Charanlot !"

With the sound of the dragon roar resounding in the sky, the girl with light pink hair stepped up to the top of the high platform step by step and sat on the throne of the dragon head.

The gorgeous dress she wears is clearly divided into black and red in the middle, and the sleeves and skirt are also decorated with black and red decorations.

The girl sitting on the throne was Lottie who had been away from Loren Hill for more than a month, or she should be called, Charanlot Cang Baska.

The sound of the dragon's roar was endless, circling in the sky, and in the noisy giant city, the original blood-colored rose flag fell, and the flags of the red dragon on a black background were raised again.

The black and red dragon of evil thoughts still roars in the wild.