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Chapter 690 Death's Kiss

"Is this the Grand Duke's plan? Hold a bloody wedding banquet?"

Fang Yuan did not feel any self-conscious about being pinned, but instead looked around.

I saw that around Grand Duke Stan, many nobles gathered, Floren, Messiah, Lance... Almost all the nobles of the principality were here.

Among them, the lowest one is also the title of viscount, who is with the country, and has accumulated huge wealth and influence.

Of course, as time goes by, the loyalty of the Knights was not much left on them, but most of them colluded with overseas forces.

‘Although there is a reason to ensure the stability of the country before fighting foreign countries, what gave Stan so high confidence? Can suppress the country in one fell swoop and there will be no riots?’

A unified country can naturally gather strength and resist foreign invasions.

But if civil strife occurs due to active cleaning, it is tantamount to opening the door to invite thieves.

‘In this regard, just relying on a church of death, it is still difficult to catch it…’

Fang Yuan watched coldly.

As a true god church, even if it declines a lot, it will definitely produce a legendary combat power. Perhaps this is the source of the faith of the Grand Duke?

Fang Yuan, who has been promoted to the legend, can clearly know the lethality of the legendary.

At this time, I saw some soldiers secretly mobilizing their posts, forming an encirclement.

Floren and other nobles seemed to have noticed it. Not only did they bring private soldiers here, but they also looked bulging in their waists.

In this surface calm but in the dark but turbulent environment, the voice of the Pope's crown still echoed slowly: "... Here, in the name of the true God, I witness you becoming husband and wife!"

Slap!

Around the aristocrats gave warm applause with hypocritical smiles on their faces.

In the venue, many fireworks soared into the sky, exploding bright lights of fire.

"Now, you can kiss your bride!"

As many nobles watched, Timo had shyness on his face and stepped forward and kissed Mirilai's lips gently.

The atmosphere in the venue reached its peak instantly, and many civilians cheered and hustled, covering everything up.

"It's really... so dazzling!"

Fang Yuan blocked his eyes and suddenly felt that the festive colors and noisy atmosphere around him were full of unreal feelings, like dreams, splitting him from the environment: "Is this...spell?! Is Grand Duke Sta's arrangement?"

He quickly looked at Grand Duke Stan, but found that the other person's face was also shocked: "What's wrong!"

"ah!"

Just then, a scream came.

The Pope's eyes hopped, looking at the newcomer in front of him.

After the kiss, their faces turned into a terrifying purple color, and ferocious blue veins appeared. They covered their throats with their hands and entered a suffocating state.

"Divine arts dispel!"

As the thought moved, the pope golden crown above his head suddenly shone with a dazzling light.

As the leader of the True God Sect, Pope Galette is naturally a legendary spellcaster. Not only that, he also holds the artifact given by the True God. The mere magic interference was broken in an instant.

Immediately, he looked at the new man who was almost in desperate situation in front of him. With a flash of his finger, many advanced magical techniques spread to it:

"Repel the toxins!"

"Treat serious injuries!"

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Chapter completed!
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