The cold wind over the sea roared past the shield, the sky and the sea background kept retreating in view, the outline of the land was getting closer and closer, and the communication with the Beigang Hub became clearer.

Melita obviously speeded up.

"Maybe it's just the Mithril Ring that broke," although he was concerned about the changes in the situation between Cecil and Tifon, Gao Wen said to Miss Dragon casually, "Although Tarrond's skills are high, they are not as immortal as everything."

"Probably," Melita seemed a little absent-minded, "Anyway, we must hurry up... There is really something big going to happen this time."

Gao Wen did not respond, but turned his head and looked at the direction of the Beigang coastline from a distance, without saying a word for a long time.

Not far away beside him, Veronica, who was resting with her eyes closed, suddenly opened her eyes. The "saint princess" stood up and looked thoughtfully towards the direction of land, with a hint of confusion on her face.

But her expression did not last long. After a few seconds of gaze, she withdrew her gaze and returned to the gentle but lacking human temperament of the past.

...

Deep in the wasteland, trees gather around the impact craters formed after the urban explosion of ancient empires.

A blue and white light column that seemed to be able to penetrate the heaven and earth gushed out from the center of the impact crater. The bright light illuminated the dark and dirty land. In the large "tung forest" surrounding the impact crater, similar blue and white light flows are constantly jumping and flowing between the branches and vines that are moving closer and closer, tangled and fused. Countless strange-shaped "plants" are tangled into huge aggregates like synapses in some giant organism, and spread for several kilometers with the ancient imperial capital as the center. The energy stolen is like chemical substances and electrical signals transmitted between synapses, flowing over and over again in this huge and entangled system.

But suddenly, this tense and busy "flow" came to an abrupt end. The light that jumped and flowed rapidly between the branches of the plant and the vines instantly froze, and flashed a few times as if it was bad contact. After just a few seconds, the entire huge "forest" dimmed in pieces and turned into the shape of a black forest again.

In the center of the forest, in the buffer zone connected to the edge of the ancient explosion pit, large tracts of thick smoke rose with several violent flashes. More than ten thick vines were blown off and flew up in the air, retracting back into the forest like a fast-retracted elastic rope. The "master" Bolken, who was controlling these vines, looked at this scene and shouted angrily: "Temini! What are you doing?!"

A strong wind blew, and the figures of Firna and Lerna appeared in front of Bolken. Their hands were still wrapped with the undissipated magic afterglow. The two elves spoke in unison: "Save your life, Grand Tutor."

On the inner wall of the impact crater not far away, the remaining plant structures that were blown up have turned into ashes, while a huge energy pipeline is becoming brighter from dullness.

Bolken's branches made a thud, and his wrinkled face emerged from the bark: "What happened?"

"The operation efficiency of the Ophelia matrix is ​​recovering. She began to scan and reset various energy channels. My respected Grand Priest," Lenna said the first half, and Firna immediately followed the second half without delay, "It seems that she is 'back'. If we don't plan to start a war with the Ironman Corps now, then we'd better leave this place immediately."

"What..." Bolken was shocked, and then his face showed an angry look, "Damn, damn... Why is it so early... it's almost there, the catalytic process is almost there..."

His branches were shaking angrily, and the entire twisted "Black Forest" was shaking. A terrifying clamor came from all directions, as if the whole forest was roaring, but Bolken did not lose his judgment after all. After realizing that his anger was useless, he still decisively issued an order to evacuate. The twisted plants began to pull out their roots and disperse the vines and branches that were entangled with each other. The entire black forest instantly disintegrated into countless pieces in the clamoring sound, and began to evacuate everywhere in the wasteland.

"Be optimistic, Master," Leerna looked at Bolken, who was angrily directing the evacuation, with an indifferent expression on her face. "We didn't even expect that we could extract so much energy from the catheter and catalysis was not completely completed, but we have completed most of the work, and subsequent transformations can be carried out slowly. Before that, ensuring safety is the most important thing."

Bolken turned his face, and the pair of brown eyes embedded in the mottled bark looked at Lern ​​and Firna, and after a moment he nodded: "What you said makes sense."

The evacuation of the Black Forest was in an orderly manner. The Grand Priest Bolken and several major principals quickly left here, but Lerna and Firna did not immediately follow. The pair of elves just stood quietly at the edge of the impact crater, looking at the huge pit that was sunken and sunken like a crater in the distance, as well as the huge crystal vertebra at the bottom of the giant pit, and the blue and white energy beam.

They could feel that the "non-human soul" deep in the crystal vertebra was gradually waking up and not fully awakened, but they had already opened one eye.

"Did she find us?" Leerna suddenly said as if she was talking to herself.

"The direct detection module of the Ophelia matrix should not have been permanently damaged hundreds of years ago. Now, in addition to the most basic damage to the alert system, she can only rely on the Iron Man Corps to understand the situation around the impact crater," Firna also replied as if she was talking to herself. "We are very cautious in our actions and are always in the blind spots of the Iron Man Corps and the alert system."

"...It's so sad," Lerna looked at the crystal vertebra in the distance, and said in a hint of sarcasm or self-deprecating tone. "What a glorious star star, the most beautiful and wisest empire pearl... Now it's just a dead soul trapped in ruins and graves and unwilling to die."

"Those who disobey are unwilling to bow their heads and do not want to die," Firna said quietly, and then Lenna also spoke, and they sighed in unison, "...it's so sad."

The strong wind blew, and the withered leaves rolled into the air. After the wind and the fallen leaves dissipated, the figure of the elf Gemini had disappeared at the edge of the impact crater.

...

The solemn triple spire covers the wide parliamentary hall, and in this magnificent room, members from the aristocratic class, wizards, scholars and wealthy businessmen are sitting on rows of fan-shaped backrest chairs.

The bright light from the magic crystal lights shone from the dome and shone on the faces in the parliament hall. Perhaps due to the light, the faces of these big men looked paler than usual. Against the backdrop of the black dresses that the MPs loved, these pale faces seemed like pebbles shaking in the black mud, blind and meaningless.

An atmosphere of tension and depression envelops this place. Although it is depressed most of the time, the depression here today is even more than ever before.

There was a constant buzzing sound in the hall. The members were talking in a low voice, and there were small groups of familiarity discussing some sensational news, but more members were paying attention to the most special position at the front of the hall. The seats for the royal representatives were now empty. Only two fully armed knights and several servants stood not far behind the seats.

Earl Duller sat in his position, turning a luxurious ring with a huge gem in some annoyance. He turned the side with the gem to his palm and held it hard until he felt a slight sting. He turned the gem over and then turned it over and did such meaningless things. All he heard was full of pessimism and frustration, or a blind self-confidence and enthusiasm.

The Empire and the Cecils suddenly entered a state of war... It seemed that traitors were hidden among the noble groups at all levels... The Church of the God of War was infiltrated by blasphemers, and Pope Marm Dunit's death was full of doubts... The army seemed to be investigated and cleaned, or had already started cleaning...

The sky above Aldnan was shrouded in darkness, and the ignorant lower-class people did not know what the truth behind the recent suppressed and tense atmosphere in the city. The representatives of the nobles and wealthy citizens on the upper level had the opportunity to get in touch with more internal news. But in the eyes of Earl Duller, these nervous whispering guys around him were not much better than the civilians.

Just then, a voice came from a distance, with several seats separated by: "Mr. Earl, do you know that the Knights of the Nation guard entered the inner city yesterday?"

Earl Duller subconsciously frowned, but before turning his head, he adjusted his expression. He looked in the voice and saw a fat bald man smiling at him. The other party was wearing a tight dress, a thin gold bracelet hanging from his chest pocket, and another thin chain hung with a pair of gold glasses, which were worn on the other party's nose bridge, or in the fat flesh embedded on the other party's face.

"Of course, this news has spread among the members of parliament." Earl Duller nodded to the fat man and said with a not far or near attitude.

"What's going to happen really is going to happen, Mr. Earl," the fat man shook his head, and the flesh near his neck shook twice. "The last time the Knights of the National Protection Order entered the inner city was more than ten years ago..."

Earl Duller maintained a decent and polite smile, and echoed a few words, but he was very dissatisfied.

Polberg, a speculative businessman, just took advantage of the hot wind of the Magic Industry, but his net worth doubled in the past two years. Except for his father who was also a relatively successful businessman, such a person has no family heritage that he can show since his grandfather. However, even such people can appear under the triple spire of the parliament...

Earl Dull would not question the emperor's decree. He knew that such a special "seat" was needed in the parliament, but he still did not like speculative merchants like Polberg...Money really made such people expand too much.

Such speculators have no longer even added "Your Excellency" when facing a nobleman like themselves, but have called him "Sir". In the eyes of any upper class who respects tradition and attaches importance to etiquette, this is obviously a destruction of good order.

But even with such thoughts in his mind, Count Dulle still maintained a decent etiquette. He casually talked to Polberg about some irrelevant things. Half of this was done was for the necessary politeness of the nobles, and the other half was because... the cotton plantation and several factories in Count Dulle still had to do business with Polberg.

Fortunately, this conversation did not last long. From the corner of Earl Duller's eyes, he suddenly saw a golden door at the front of the hall being opened.

The MPs immediately calmed down, and the buzzing sound in the hall came to an abrupt end.

Wearing a long black palace dress and long black hair vertically around her waist, Princess Matilda, who was dignified and elegant, walked out of the gate. She turned her head slightly and looked at the direction of the hall, then walked towards her seat without looking sideways.

Some guards and soldiers also walked in behind the princess.

Many people's eyes fell on Matilda, and they watched the pearl of the empire and walked forward, but the Count Dulle's eyes quickly fell on the warriors who appeared with the princess. After seeing the appearance of those warriors, the eyes of the Tifeng noble changed slightly in an instant.

The whole body is covered with dark armor, the breastplate is inlaid with obsidian crystals used for amplification of magic, the helmet has royal emblems on it, and the enchanted sword and amplification ball are worn around the waist.

Obsidian Imperial Guard!

This is the first time since Count Dulle became a noble MP that he has seen the Obsidian Imperial Army step into this place!

He immediately instinctively turned his eyes to the golden door, and saw one obsidian imperial guards enter the hall, quietly replacing the guards who were originally standing guard in various parts of the hall. After the last imperial guard entered the venue, he saw a heroic young black-haired man walking in as expected.

Prince Hadillon.

Earl Duller saw the prince who commanded the Obsidian Imperial Guard walk into the hall, and then stopped there as if he was guarding the gate. He glanced at the entire hall as if he was selecting the number of people.

I was originally trapped in the quiet parliament hall, and at this moment it seemed that I was even more dead and in the quietness at this moment... something else seemed to have appeared.

Earl Dulle suddenly remembered what the speculative merchant said when he was talking to him.

This time...it seems that something really is going to happen.

The next moment, Matilda sat down in her own position, and she gently tapped the table in front of her, and all the eyes in the hall fell on her instantly.

"Dear members," she cleared her throat and looked at the faces that were increasingly pale in the lights and black dresses in the hall, "Today, we need to discuss a major bill that concerns the future of the Empire.

"According to the emperor's orders, according to our sacred and just laws, and the vital interests of all citizens of the empire, considering the current state of war facing the empire and the various disturbing changes that appear in the aristocratic system and the church system, I now propose the following proposal on behalf of the Imperial Royal Family.
Chapter completed!