Ember Skywalker - Chapter 334: Hot blood in the neck can be used to make wine
Ember Skywalker
Chapter 334: Hot blood in the neck can be used to make wineChapter 334: Hot blood in the neck can be used to make wine
The ministers were speechless and could not help but admire Mayer's cunning.
"In my opinion, the Prime Minister's plan is feasible. Harber, you should quickly select a suitable envoy to set off overnight."
"Lord Meyer, the last thing you mentioned, granting several lords in the East the right to forcibly recruit soldiers, is that too rash?You should know that even during the founding war, His Majesty did not grant such rights to the lords. "Chief Silva of the Yiyun family spoke.
“Once this is done, each duke can impose conscription at his will.
Their power will expand rapidly, and will not be restricted by the number of private armies. By then, several independent kingdoms will be born, which will cause great harm. "
"Duke Silva, your Excellency is right in what he is worried about.
But have you ever thought about this? If Poincare has really jumped, when the gate of the world is reopened, the surrounding areas will be devastated, including tens of millions of Dante's people. "
"What the Prime Minister said is absolutely right. The world after the jump to Poincare will be the same as Qinglan's.
By then, our opponent will no longer be a certain country, but the entire world! So no matter how we deploy, it won’t be too much.”
Marshal Gay-Lussac said categorically, pointing to the east with his remaining arm, his expression excited:"Although the indigenous people there are still very backward and have no demon-reincarnated armed forces, their numbers are terrifying, and most importantly, they are all real warriors!"
At this point, even he showed a hint of admiration.
A heavy sigh was heard in the hall.
"Oh, I hope Prince Salon can come back alive." Archduke Roentgen said worriedly.
Thinking of the stunning young prince, the ministers couldn't help but sigh with emotion.
The prince has been gifted since childhood, and his wisdom, martial arts, and military strategy are rare in the world. What is even more valuable is that he and Your Majesty have a deep bond and there is no estrangement between them.
However, on the day he came of age, the prince suddenly vowed to build a vast world for Dante as a foundation for generations to come and as a gift to his brother.
So he ignored the advice of His Majesty and other ministers and insisted on entering Poincare.
He hasn't returned for ten years since then.
"Saron, my brother..." Titus murmured.
"Your Majesty, there is one more thing we have to prepare for the worst. On the day when the World Gate is reopened, I don't know how many Apocalypses will come out. How will we resist then?" Duke Silva said.
There was another silence in the hall, and there seemed to be a cold wind blowing.
"In my opinion, Your Majesty can go to the temple to meet with His Holiness the Pope. If His Holiness is willing to help, I believe that one or two Poincare Revelations will not be able to cause much trouble." The old marshal said after consideration.
"No! With Your Majesty in charge, Yuandu is impregnable. If you go to the eastern border and Master Cosi is not here, once the enemy's apocalypse giant attacks, Your Majesty and Yuandu will be doomed!" Finance Minister Andre objected.
"I will ask your opinion on this matter," Titus said after careful consideration, "No matter what, I will go to the Gate of the World in person."
"Absolutely not! Your Majesty is worth a lot of money, Dante's foundation, how can you put yourself in danger!" Andre shouted.
"Since I founded my country, I have fought hundreds of battles, big and small. Even the powerful Turan could not do anything to me. What can a mere Poincare do to me?"
"This time is different. It's a whole prologue. Your Majesty, please listen to my advice!" Andre actually knelt down and banged his head on the ground.
Harber also slid off the chair and lay on the ground to dissuade him.
Most of the important officials in the hall also knelt down.
"What are you doing?" A powerful aura rose from Titus, exuding majestic authority.
"Dante came from a barbaric background. His ancestors wielded swords and led the army. That's why we have such a prosperous country. Now our country is in ruins. As the king, I should die for it."
He pointed to his neck and said:"I am over fifty years old this year, but the hot blood in my neck can still be used to boil wine. I have made up my mind, and you don't need to say anything more."
"Then, Your Majesty, please take me with you. As long as I am here, no one can get close to Your Majesty. If I die, Your Majesty will avenge me." Archduke Roentgen said calmly.
"We do the same." The others knelt down one after another.
After the court session, Titus stood alone at the window until the green moonlight shone down.
"Huntington."
"His Majesty."
"Change your clothes, prepare your horse, I want to go see you."
At the Cathedral of Belon, Titus met the current Pope of the Temple of Wisdom, Aurelius.
"Your Majesty, what do you think about this matter?" Titus repeated his intention.
Countless golden points of light flashed in the Pope's eyes, and for a moment it seemed as if thousands of stars were moving.
Dante the Supreme waited quietly.
He knew that the old man was praying for a sign from the wise creature.
After a moment, the light in the Pope's eyes disappeared, and he said in an old voice: "The great Creator said that everything has its own arrangements."
Titus frowned. “What does this mean?”
"I do not know either."
"Your Highness, can you foresee the outcome of this war?"
"The foreshadowing this time is very vague, and there seems to be a lot of interference."
The Pope shook his head. "Interference, who can interfere with intelligent creation?"
"Perhaps other creatures are paying attention here, which makes the prophecy unclear."
Titus was puzzled: "This war is a matter of life and death for Dante, but how did it get the attention of other creatures?"
"I don't know either, but this should be the reason."
The Pope said worriedly.
"It seems that this war is much more important than you and I thought."
“That’s not a good thing.”
"That may not be a bad thing," Titus stood up and said calmly, "The more chaotic things are, the more chances we may have."
"Your Majesty, please bring someone with you to this battle."
"Who?"
"Raven."
"Him?" Titus was surprised. "Why him?"
"He appeared in the prophecy of intelligent creation." The Pope also looked puzzled.
"In that battle, everything was extremely blurry, except for him."
Titus pondered.
"I wonder what this means?"
"I don't know, but everything I see is what my Lord wants to appear in the world."
The Pope said meaningfully.
"I will." Titus nodded.
"In addition, I would like your Majesty to pay attention to someone."
"Please speak, my lady."
"The Duke of Destruction."
"Him?" Titus was curious, "Why do you care about him?"
"Because of a sense of connection. Your Majesty, please close your eyes and I will show you something."
Titus did as he was told. The Pope raised a finger, which was surrounded by golden light. Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be countless lines of divine laws.
Put your finger on his forehead.
Scenes suddenly appeared in Dante the Supreme's mind.
This is a church of wisdom. A middle-aged priest is kneeling and praying, his back bathed in the green moonlight.
Pious and peaceful.
The door was suddenly kicked open and a woman covered in blood rushed in with a baby in her arms.
The pastor turned around when he heard the voice and saw it was a woman. His eyes suddenly widened and his expression froze at that moment.
It was the young Aurelius.
The woman handed the baby to the pastor, who only had time to say a few words before she died.
The pastor was heartbroken and cried out to the sky while holding the baby.
At this moment, several more people broke into the church, and judging from their attire, they were cavalrymen from the Holy See.
They would snatch any baby they saw.
The grieving priest acted without mercy and quickly killed several people, and then more Order Knights rushed into the church.
The priest was ultimately defeated, fled injured, and eventually passed out by a river.
When he woke up, he quickly looked for the baby and found him looking at him calmly.
His eyes were deep and cold, as if he was looking down at someone from a high position.
A chill suddenly rose in the pastor's heart.
Looking at the baby, without any warning, a doomsday scenario appeared in his eyes.
The earth-shattering explosion, the colorful eruption of fuel, and the endless black waves rolling down...
The world is breaking apart in flames.
The priest suddenly understood that this was a sign given to him by the wise Creator, and he became a prophet favored by the Creator.
The next moment, he looked at the baby with murderous intent in his heart.
(End of this chapter)