Chapter 336 How could Lanqi be the governor of the empire?

In the southern continent, the dominant Kremer Empire is located south of the Knox Mountains.

Located in the southern hinterland of the empire, the imperial capital of Blierda is as prosperous and beautiful as any other city along the mountains and coasts of the empire. Towering classical-style buildings can be found in every corner of Blierda. The memorial square in the center of the city-state is surrounded by white monuments and dark gray heroic statues of different styles, with a strong artistic atmosphere.

Every March and April, when the warm spring arrives, the climate becomes warm and bright, and the air begins to be filled with the fragrance of flowers and deep music.

From time to time, a glimmer of evening light, a whiff of rose-bush fragrance, or a piece of soft music played by a troubadour wafted through the spacious streets, like the chirping of birds in a greenhouse. Even at sunset, the city-state looked like a pure paradise.

As night fell, the town hall was illuminated by lights, and the sound of music covered the dry sound of the gold-decorated side door opening.

Walk through the corridors in the luxurious interior, go downstairs, until you reach the inner side of an office on the first basement floor, open another door, and walk inside.

The narrow passage is not friendly to tall or strong people. After turning a few bends and taking about three or four hundred steps, the sound finally dissipated and was isolated, revealing a new space.

Deep beneath the ground of the Kreming Empire lies a palace forgotten by time. It is the center of power buried deep beneath the ground, and only magic subtly casts a hazy starlight over this foggy space.

On both sides of the stone street, buildings are built of rocks deposited by history, and at the end, a castle stands, its obsidian exterior walls gleaming with a cold light.

A figure passed through the ancient city isolated from the outside world and approached the castle gate. After passing through the intricately carved corridor, he slowly pushed open the black iron door and came to the magnificent meeting hall.

The hall was cold and dim, with candlelight on the dome replacing the sunlight.

The banquet table occupied the center of this magnificent hall, and on both sides of the thirteen high-backed chairs, scarlet gem totems symbolized their owners.

Marquis Helitier sat in the seventh chair, with his fingers flat on his legs, his eyes tightly closed, silent as a rock. The only candle was not enough to illuminate her, but instead turned her image into darkness. Only the teardrop mole under her eye was clearly visible.

"Why haven't you woken up yet today?"

The visitor took off his military uniform stained with incense, looked at the face of Marquis Helitier, and asked.

"A battle occurred in the north of the Protoss Empire that shouldn't have happened."

Marquis Helitier murmured, as if he was still peeking at something through the hazy fog.

"Major General Fan Leiku and Bishop Silent?"

The sturdy young man who came to the hall leaned on the eighth high-backed chair on the side opposite to Marquis Helitier, with the corners of his mouth raised with a hint of arrogance and madness belonging to an absolutely strong man.

He had heard from Marquis Helitier that there would be a critical node in the short-term turmoil in the northern continent.

After Major General Fanreku of the Protoss Empire was killed by Bishop Asksan of Annihilation, if no one in the empire noticed this incident and the truth was buried, then it is very likely that this would be the beginning of the gradual destruction of the Protoss Empire.

However, in his opinion, such changes in a country of inferior races were nothing surprising.

Even though those guys called Cardinals of the Church of Resurrection in the world today are very powerful, they are just pitiful creatures that will turn into dust in just a hundred years. They are not on the same level as them.

The only thing worth paying attention to is the group of people who are behind the scenes guiding Bishop Silent to kill Major General Fan Reku.

When the Marquis of Somerset woke up, he found that the world ten thousand years later was divided into two continents, north and south.

After they made the blood moon reappear on the southern continent, the next step would be, sooner or later, a clash with the really troublesome creatures on the northern continent.

However, both sides now know that at this point in time, there is no need to expend too much energy interfering in another distant continent, and they should focus their strength on what is in front of them.

"Major General Fan Reku should have been killed by Asksan. This time, it was Bishop Asksan of Annihilation... Sigrid of Tyranny... The apostles should have also intervened... In the end, everything ended in flames."

Heritear corrected in a cold voice.

“…”

The Marquis of Somerset, who was sitting opposite, fell silent.

"Like the eighth-tier epic spell [Great Destruction] of the Southern Continent's Destruction Bishop Ivanos..."

The last words that Marquis Helitiel added were also full of uncertainty.

Because there is no reason for Ivanos to appear in the Northern Continent at this time.

If Bishop Ivanos of Destruction stops keeping watch on Loren, the high priest of the Church of the Goddess of Fate, Loren will most likely go to the central part of the southern continent and sneak into the Kingdom of Alolan to help the Undead Sword Saint Julianna eliminate the Corrupt Bishop Farmer, which will create a new imbalance.

"Did you fail to foresee this situation in your previous divination?"

The Marquis of Somerset asked again.

Divination magic will naturally cause the divination content to deviate from the actual results in the real world due to various complex interferences.

Helitea's prediction of the situation in the southern continent will be much more accurate than her prediction of the northern continent. In addition to the geographical distance increasing the consumption of magic and limiting the content, it will also cause deviations due to the interference of the prophet in the northern continent. There is just a sequence. If Helitea sees it before the prophet takes action, it may be seriously inaccurate due to the influence of the prophet's actual actions. If Helitea sees it after the prophet takes action, it will most likely be more accurate in the short term.

This battle should be considered a major event in the Northern Continent, but until it happened, Helitiel had never seen any trace of it in her predictions.

This made the Marquis of Somerset wonder if the prophet had become stronger again, and could even deceive Heritil.

Marquis Helitier pondered for a long time, then slowly raised her head, her deep red eyes flickering slightly in the darkness.

"It doesn't matter. No matter what happens in the Northern Continent, it won't affect Duke Lachar."

Both her and the prophet's divination are ineffective against the ninth level. All ninth-level existences are special factors outside of divination spells.

With the third ancestor Duke Lachar in the blood clan, there is no need to worry about the prophet far away in the northern continent reaching out to the southern continent first.

"Soon we will be able to take back the land that belongs to us, and this is just the first step."

Heritear's voice echoed in every corner, cold and powerful, as if announcing the irreversible final outcome to her fellow ancestors who would return here in the near future.

…

Northern Continent, Protoss Empire.

In the imperial capital of Helrom, the lowest level of the Empire's permafrost prison.

The prisoners imprisoned on this floor wear straitjackets, with their hands, feet, and even heads fixed in a blockade barrier. Even the area below their eyes is tightly blocked by a mask, and their jaws cannot be opened at all, with only a few gaps left for them to breathe.

One demon's eye opened.

Even the barrier could not conceal the fluctuations of his magic power that would make ordinary humans instinctively feel fear. There was an indescribable mist in his slender and cold eyes.

“…”

The direction he was looking was the north of the empire.

Then he closed his eyes again.

…

At this time, in the snowfield thousands of kilometers north of Helrom in the Protoss Empire.

The originally silver-white snow has turned black, the ice has turned into steam at the moment of the explosion, the clear lake has been evaporated by the high temperature of the explosion, leaving only a dry riverbed and dead silence, the snow on the mountain peaks has melted, forming silver-white waterfalls that constantly wash the scorched earth.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

The once glorious city of Bandera, located on this border snowfield, has now disappeared.

The towering towers, bustling markets, and magnificent temples of the past were all reduced to ashes. Even though the extraordinary and destructive explosion had ended long ago, the sky was still filled with dust and smoke, and the light was obscured, leaving only a dim glow.

On the ground, lava-like flames spread everywhere, and heat waves swept all around, making the air unbearably hot. Near the original city gate, there was a huge unnatural pit whose depth was difficult to estimate, and the air was filled with a pungent smell of smoke.

Only the sound of the wind was singing, as if it was mourning for all this, or as if the suffering souls trapped in this dead city were finally freed and rushing to the land of heaven.

At the center of the explosion, the soil on its edge was still red, emitting a faint red light. A column of black smoke suddenly rose from the center of the pit, entwined with the surrounding dust, like a black hand trying to grab the last bit of life in this dead land and crawl out of it.

The originally gloomy robe of the black-robed figure is now torn into pieces, revealing the scars on his body. The robe that was originally as white as lacquer is now the color of dust and smoke. Only the complex magic emblems on the robe are still flickering slightly. Even under the mist that covers his face, his eyes that are slightly flickering with a faint light are exposed.

The originally tall and majestic figure of Bishop Silent now looked a little weak, and his deep eyes were now filled with bloodshot.

The scorching waves around the two of them continued, and at the moment of the explosion, they tried their best to cast the most powerful shield spell, and with the help of their life-saving trump cards, they were able to withstand this devastating blow at a very close distance.

Despite this, both of them were seriously injured.

The man in black robe coughed forcefully a few times, trying to steady his breathing, while Bishop of Annihilation clasped his hands together, chanted some uncommon spells, and a faint halo began to flicker around his body, alleviating his injuries.

The distance between the two people was dozens of meters, like a tacit understanding.

Perhaps after such a long time, it is still possible that the Son of Tyrant could be caught up by them, but given their current state, no one knows whether they will be killed in the counterattack.

What makes the two of them afraid is that the Holy Son of Tyrant possesses a seventh-order large-scale wind magic that can safely withstand the explosion.

This mysterious Son of Tyrant has more secrets than they imagined, and there may be a seventh-level mysterious being hidden in him.

At this time, a seventh-level person is enough to take their lives.

"Askesan, I'm leaving now."

The black-robed man's voice became much hoarser.

Now he no longer wanted to go with Asksan.

Although he and Asksan were still uncertain about the winner at this moment, this was the territory of the Protoss Empire after all, and the [Abyss Black Worm] had already fallen into a state of damage. Even if he wanted to repair it, he would probably have to find a top card maker, and it would take a lot of time to repair it. There was no need for him to stay here any longer, as there were more important things to do.

That wolf-shaped summon is too evil. Not only can it seal other summons, but it can also blow up other sealed magic cards.

"After one month, remember to fulfill your first promise."

Asksan still laughed coldly and said as he looked at the receding back of the man in black robe.

"Don't worry, everything is still within the trajectory set by the prophet. It's nothing serious as long as you can complete the finishing work smoothly."

The black-robed man responded.

But he thought about it again and turned his head back for the time being.

"Do you know the true identity of the Son of Tyrant? I can confirm that he is not from the family of Duke Berenhard."

The man in black robe looked at Asksan. He had never heard of such a sealer in the Protoss Empire.

Logically speaking, the identity it disguised in society should not be too high-profile, because as early as a few months ago, the Church of Resurrection was still an evil organization that was severely cracked down by the Protoss Empire.

But someone who possesses this kind of sealing magic talent should not be completely unable to display his or her combat abilities.

Now the bad thing was not only that he escaped with the tyrant Sigrid, but he didn't even get to see his true face.

"It doesn't matter who he is. Sigrid is no longer a threat, and her Son's power cannot be used in the metropolises near the central part of the Protoss Empire."

Asksan shook his head. He wanted to know who the Son of Tyrant was more than the apostles.

"Don't worry, I won't let him escape from the blockade area in the northern part of the empire."

Asksan said to the man in black robe with a cold expression.

The entire northern part of the empire is still the home of his destroyed branch.

Although it is unlikely that the Holy Son of Tyrant has other prominent identities or interpersonal relationships in the Protoss Empire, after all, this has always been the rule of their Resurrection Church.

But all the changes are based on the premise that he can bring Sigrid back to the imperial capital! (End of this chapter)