Chapter 482 Have You Ever Heard the Sound of the Wind?

The time and airflow in Franklin Hall were almost frozen. The nobles clenched the handrails in their hands, many of their knuckles turned white due to tension, and the expressions on their faces were firmly controlled by fear.

The light reflected from the floor-to-ceiling windows in the distance became dim, isolating everything here from the world.

The timid dignitaries lowered their heads to avoid looking directly at Morotian, fearing that he would be the first to notice them.

They are both imperial aristocrats, but they know very well that at the biological level, Morodian is a terrifying and powerful man who is completely different from them and closer to a god.

“I didn’t expect that we would have to come to this point today.”

Morodian still smiled like that, but his aura had completely changed.

The most sacred and supreme place in the Protos Empire, the ancient immortal crystal beam roof, the spacious hexagonal interior space and the gorgeous mosaic floor were all eclipsed. Due to Duke Morodian's attack, it seemed to be plunged into a strange world. space.

The accumulated corpse energy fills the ground, as if it can connect the space channel to the abyss of hell at any time, swallowing up everything around it, and even light cannot escape, like a black hole.

For people below the seventh level, once they are swallowed up, only bones may be left in the next second.

In this oppressive and dim barrier, sizzling corrosive sounds erupted from time to time, and everyone could feel the powerful and irresistible original breath of Morodian's undead magic.

The former Duke Morodian Berenhard was perhaps a little worse than the Cardinal of the Resurrection Church.

Now, in a short period of time, his true strength has improved by an unusual leap for some unknown reason. He can even erode the barrier of the great sage Isis!

"Bishop Amiles, do you want to intervene on behalf of the Church of the Resurrection or the Mourning Branch?"

Morotian glanced at the mourning bishop Amiles and asked.

"The Resurrection Church will not interfere in the internal affairs of your empire. Sigrid represents herself, and I represent the Pope."

Amiles shook his head and replied coldly.

She believed that she had made her words very clear, and the people of the Empire could also see that no matter what the final outcome was today, they would not be responsible for the Church of Resurrection as a whole.

Now that the Protos Empire is in a mess, no matter whether she helps or not, or who she helps, it is of no benefit to her.

If Duke Morotian wins, the Church of Resurrection and this country will no longer have anything to cooperate with. She is not a lunatic like Asksan who likes to fight with tigers.

If Duke Morotian loses, the winner of today's bishop's vote will also be Sigrid. There is no need for her to take risks to help Sigrid, a cardinal who obviously has a conspiracy against the Pope.

"very good."

Morotian nodded, indicating that he would not interfere with the mourning bishop.

The mourning bishop said nothing, and his body turned into water and disappeared into the Franklin Congress Hall.

After a long time, all the powerful men stared at Duke Molotian and reached a stalemate. They could all be sure that the unstable factor of mourning the bishop was far away.

Veins popped out on Sigrid's fists, and she clenched her teeth but was unable to take action.

The great sage Isis, who was in a battle-ready posture, still continued to strengthen the barrier with a solemn expression to protect all the Imperial people sitting at the table.

Defending is always harder than attacking, let alone protecting so many people.

Now the only ones who have room to fight Morotian are Sigrid and her three demon summons.

But the problem is that once the fight starts, even if Isis tries her best, the barrier may not be able to withstand it.

Among the three demon summons, only one is good at defense, but she can't stop Duke Morodian's offensive at all.

In the battle, even if Sigrid and the other two summons can defeat Duke Morodian together, in the end, not only the Capitol Building, but also the entire Helrom, there will be no one knows how many people will be killed or injured!

At this moment, all the nobles at the highest point of the imperial capital Herom and the nearby residents have all become Molotian’s hostages!

"Isis, swear to me with your elf contract that you will let me leave today and stop all those who want to stop me. In addition, you must also swear that as long as I let these people in the Congress Hall go, you will You can never attack me."

Morodian looked at Isis and said with a cold smile.

"..."

Isis's expression was calm, but the magic power fluctuations on her body began to lose its stability, and her anger could be clearly felt.

Morotian's conditions were clearly unfair.

Especially the second one, which means that if she fights Morodian again in the future, she will have no choice but to be at his mercy.

But if he doesn't agree, Morotian will kill everyone here today!

And she, Isis, would also break her agreement with Emperor Franklin and fail to protect the descendants of the empire on this land.

"Don't agree to him, Lady Isis!"

A bloody imperial noble shouted.

Looking at the overall situation, Duke Morotian's conditions must not be agreed to.

The next second, his neck was pinched by Morotian from a distance, as if it could be broken at any time.

"Lady Isis, I don't want to do this, but my patience is limited. I'll give you the last ten seconds to think about it."

Morodian looked at Isis.

He knew very well what kind of character Isis, the protector of the Protos Empire, was.

Although this elf seems cold and heartless.

In fact, she cares about the short life of human beings more than anyone else, and she is an old-fashioned person who values ​​commitments more than her own life.

He believed that Isis would agree to him.

Downstairs of the Capitol, watching the top floor covered in deep purple, the surrounding police officers began to urgently evacuate citizens and reporters.

"Nine--"

"Don't be stupid, Great Sage!"

"Morodian, you scum of Protoss!"

"Is there anyone who can come to save..."

At this time, around all the giant screens between the buildings, in addition to the chaotic crowds, there are still people under the screens calling anxiously, shouting loudly, and even praying with fists.

If at this moment.

It would be great if there was another cardinal-level strongman on the scene.

The balance would be broken in an instant, blocking the conspiracy and momentum of Duke Morodian!

But they didn't think anyone would come to help them.

On the top floor of the Capitol, a few seconds had passed in a flash.

"Three--"

Morodian lowered his voice and stood in the center of the hall, like a black monarch, ruling this area shrouded in fear.

His countdown was like a death knell, knocking heavily in everyone's heart.

Everyone present became his captive, unable to escape, and could only feel the impending omen of death in their hearts.

"Two--"

Morodian's countdown finally made Isis, who was struggling and about to pinch her palms, look up.

Her eyes were full of helpless apology.

But it was not directed at the group of imperial hostages, but at Sigrid, meaning-sorry, I can't defeat Duke Morodian with you today.

Although Sigrid's heart was almost roaring with anger, facing Isis's choice and seeing the sad tenderness in Isis's eyes, Sigrid could only respond with respect. She respected the choice of the great sage.

At this critical moment, Duke Morodian's eyes were full of confidence in escape, flashing with perfect calculations, and every step he took had been carefully considered.

He came here today, and there was no possibility of defeat, because his identity, status, and power had already laid the foundation for everything.

At the same time, the panic of other people in the Congress Hall was increasingly replaced by anger.

They were indignant at Duke Morodian's crimes, but felt powerless in the face of his powerful strength, and felt remorseful and guilty for dragging down the great sage.

Today, they could only watch him prepare to escape, but could not stop him.

"I..."

Just as the great sage gritted his teeth and spoke, Morodian finally smiled.

In the closed congress hall, a gentle breeze blew for some reason.

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There is still one chapter, and it is almost finished. It will be done before 9:30.