Chapter 482 Have You Ever Heard the Sound of the Wind

Time and air flow in Franklin Hall almost froze. The nobles tightly grasped 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 nobles lowered their heads and avoided looking directly at Morodian, fearing that he would be the first to target them.

Although they were all imperial nobles, they knew very well that at the level of living beings, Morodian was a terrifying and powerful being completely different from them and closer to a god.

"I didn't expect it would have to come to this today."

Morodian was still smiling, but his aura had completely changed.

This most sacred and supreme place in the Protoss Empire, with its ancient immortal crystal beam roof, spacious hexagonal interior space and gorgeous mosaic floor, was all eclipsed because of Duke Morotian's attack, as if it had fallen into a different space.

The smell of accumulated corpses filled the ground, as if it could connect the space channel to the abyss of hell at any time, swallowing up everything around it, leaving even light unable to escape, like a black hole.

As for people below level seven, once they are swallowed, only bones will be left in the next second.

In this oppressive and dim enchantment, the sound of corrosion could be heard from time to time, and everyone could feel the powerful and irresistible original aura of Morotian's undead magic.

The former Duke Morotian Berenhard was perhaps slightly inferior to the Cardinal of the Church of Resurrection.

Now, in such a short period of time, his real strength has somehow achieved an abnormally rapid improvement, and he can even erode the barrier of the great sage Isis!

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

Morodian asked, glancing at the mourning bishop Amiles.

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

Yamiles shook his head and replied coldly.

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

The Protoss Empire is in such a mess now that it won't benefit her no matter if she helps or not, or who she helps.

If Duke Morodian wins, there will be no more cooperation between the Resurrection Church and this country. She is not a madman like Asksan who likes to take advantage of the tiger.

If Duke Morodian loses, Sigrid will be the winner of today's bishops' vote. There is no need for her to take the risk to help Sigrid, a cardinal who obviously has rebellious intentions 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 a stream of water and disappeared in the Franklin Congress Hall.

After a long time, all the strong men stared at Duke Morotian and fell into a stalemate. They were all sure that the unstable factor of the mourning bishop had gone away.

Veins bulged on Sigrid's fists, and she clenched her teeth but was unable to strike.

The great sage Isis, in a combat-ready posture, continued to strengthen the barrier with a serious expression to protect all the imperial people sitting there.

Defense is always harder than attack, let alone protecting so many people.

The only ones left to fight Morodian now 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 was good at defense, but she was completely unable to withstand the attack of Duke Morodian.

If the battle starts, even if Sigrid and the other two summons can defeat Duke Morodian together, in the end, not only the Capitol, but also the entire Helrom, will suffer countless casualties! At this moment, all the nobles and nearby residents at the highest point of the imperial capital Helrom have become hostages of Morodian! "Isis, swear to me with your elven contract that you will let me leave today and stop anyone who wants to stop me. In addition, you must swear that as long as I let these people in the Capitol Hall go today, you will never attack me again."

Morodian stared at Isis and said with a cruel smile.

“…”

Isis's expression was calm, but the fluctuations of magic power in her body were beginning to become less stable, and one could clearly feel her anger.

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 let him slaughter her.

But if you don't agree, Morodian will kill everyone here today!

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

"Don't promise him, Lady Isis!"

A passionate imperial noble shouted.

From the overall perspective, we must not agree to Duke Morotian's conditions.

The next second, his neck was pinched by Morodian in mid-air, as if it could be broken at any time.

"Lady Isis, I don't want to do this, but my patience is limited. I will give you ten seconds to consider."

Morodian looked at Isis.

He knew very well what kind of personality Isis, the protector of the Protoss Empire, had.

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 ​​her promise more than her own life.

He believed Isis would agree to it.

Downstairs in the Capitol, looking at the drastic changes that had taken place on the top floor shrouded in dark purple, the surrounding police officers began to urgently evacuate citizens and reporters.

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

"Nine--"

"Don't be stupid, great sage!"

"Morodian, you scum of Protoss!"

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

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

If at this moment.

It would be nice to have another cardinal-level strongman present.

The balance would be broken in an instant, blocking Duke Morotian's conspiracy and momentum! But they didn't expect anyone to come to help them.

On the top floor of the Capitol, a few seconds 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, striking heavily in everyone's heart.

And everyone present became his captive, unable to escape, and could only feel the impending death deep in their hearts.

"two--"

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

There was a look of helpless apology in her eyes.

But he did not surrender to the group of imperial hostages, but to Sigrid, meaning - I'm sorry, I can't defeat Duke Morotian with you today.

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

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

Now that he has come here today, there is no possibility of him losing, because his identity, status, and strength have already laid the foundation for everything.

Meanwhile, the horror of others in the halls of Congress was increasingly replaced by anger.

They were indignant at the crimes of Duke Morodian, but felt powerless in the face of his great power, and they also felt remorse and guilt for dragging down the great sage.

Today I could only watch him prepare to escape, but I couldn't stop him.

"I……"

Just as the great sage spoke through clenched teeth, Morodian finally smiled.

In the closed congress hall, a gentle breeze blew for some reason. ——There is one more chapter, almost finished, to be finished before 9:30

(End of this chapter)