Bright red blood flowed on the sky blue film spreading on the ground. This visually impactful picture is no longer a new thing for everyone standing by.

"Is it another?" The Archbishop waved his hand and asked the servants on the side to clean up the girl lying in a pool of blood and the adhesive film. Then, under the gaze of the Archbishop and the second bishop, he quickly left.

At the same time, a pretty figure accompanied by several attendants, walked up from the steps and passed by the attendants carrying the adhesive film.

"It's already the first one?" The Archbishop said, looking at the hollow ring device in front of the platform where they were standing.

"It's the tenth one to start using this now. In this way, we will run out of few organisms." The second bishop standing beside him took the topic and answered quickly.

"Is it already the tenth? I didn't expect that the singer, known as the name of the Galaxy, would be so terrible. In just half an hour, we consumed all our organisms. We deserve to be the goddess we hope for." The Archbishop laughed a few times in self-deprecatingly. Then he turned around and looked at the second bishop with bright eyes and said, "Where is our perfect body?"

"I'm still debugging. I'm afraid I don't have to go on stage." The second bishop hesitated for a moment and said a little hesitantly.

The Archbishop's eyes were on the attendant who was laying a new sky blue adhesive film, and the pretty figure standing beside him, thinking silently for a while, then he said firmly: "Send the order! Bring the perfect body up!"

"Yes! As you wish! Archbishop!" The second bishop bent down and stroked his chest. Then, the second bishop raised his hand and waved it several times. Several shadows flashed out from the darkness of the corridor, saluted the Archbishop and the Second Bishop, and disappeared in the corridor again.

The adhesive film was laid again, and the pretty figure stepped on the adhesive film under the guidance of the servant. As the lips opened and closed, a singing sounded. The ups and downs of the singing made a vortex slowly turning white and purple vortex appear quickly in the ring device in front of the platform. When the Archbishop saw this scene, he knew that the remains were operating again.

"What's going on?" the Archbishop asked withdrew his gaze at the ring device.

"Yes! At present, the globular nebula has occupied a large majority by us, and all life planets are also controlled by the Messengers of Song. However, Ragna is still in a state of war, and the Knight and the First Bishop are still in a state of inexplicable stalemate with He." The second bishop's voice was full of jokes, as if it was a very beautiful thing to see his opponent suffer.

"After all, it is natural to be in a stalemate when facing that man. If it goes too far, I will still suspect that there is a fraud." The Archbishop said indifferently.

According to the current plan, the methods of the Hope Goddess Cult in advance have begun to appear effective. Since the Hope Goddess Cult entered this spherical nebula, it has been managed with the purpose of establishing a base camp. The epidemic discovered by He Wuming and Mark before is actually the derivative that has been studied by Hope Goddess Cult in the Hope Goddess Cult has been studying how to influence people's thoughts through singing. After this derivative was born, there was a fierce struggle within Hope Goddess Cult. Finally, under the order of the Archbishop, this derivative was placed on various life planets of the globular nebula based on the idea of ​​being prepared for no eventuality. As a result, it is used today.

As the Archbishop was thinking about the situation in front of him, a muffled sound rang again.

"Did you fall again?" The Archbishop frowned, finding that time seemed to be too fast. Looking up, in the falling hair, the Archbishop saw the whole face covered with white dead skin. A trace of blood kept flowing out from the cracked skin, quickly gathering on the ground, forming a pool of blood.

"What's going on?" The second bishop was also puzzled. The organism before could last for five or six minutes, but why did this organism collapse after only four minutes?

"That's it! My friend!" Just as everyone was confused, an old voice rang out from the corridor.

As the archbishop and others looked at each other, figures holding guns quickly ran out of the shadows in the corridor, quickly controlling the guards who were also in the dark.

"Click!"

"Click!"

Suddenly, the sound of the bullet loading continued to flow. Brand new and shiny muzzles were extending from all directions, pointing to the Archbishop and others on the high platform.

"Is that so? My old friend, King Windermere, no, the leader behind the rebels, Emiles Nerisy Windermere!" The Archbishop raised his hands calmly at the face of many guns, turned around and looked at the dark corridor.

A slightly chaotic footsteps sounded, and a figure sitting in a wheelchair holding a micro-device was pushed out by the attendant. As the light became brighter, the Archbishop and others also saw the true face of the visitor.

"Ha, it's you! My old friend!" The Archbishop smiled without surprise, saying as if he was saying hello to his old friend.

The current king of the Kingdom of Windermere, Emils Nerisy Windermere threw the micro device in his hand aside, and slowly stood up in the wheelchair handle. After refusing the support of the attendant, he walked slowly to the platform under the protection of the guards who followed him.

"It's been so many years! Since I took over the authority from my dying father, I have always wanted to come here and take a look with my own eyes." After the old king walked up to the platform, he stood on the film and followed, looking around and said.

The old king's eyes slowly shifted from the surrounding scenery to the figure lying in a pool of blood, and a few suspected sarcastic laughter came out: "Is this the wind singer my son said?"

"I'm afraid that's it!" said the servant next to him with his head down.

"My son is still too young!" The old king sighed, looked up at the Archbishop, pointed to the figure on the ground and asked, "My friend, don't you explain it?"

The Archbishop said calmly without moving at the gun pointing around him: "Since you already know, why do you have to repeat me again?"

"Haha! I just want you to admit it in person!" The old king looked at the Archbishop with a sharp look and said with gritted teeth.

"Right? Star Songist. There is your legendary Star Songist." The Archbishop said without hesitation under the coercion of the Windermere Guard.

"Haha! Is that true? Then today I was the right bet! Come and bring her up." The old king smiled, his face full of satisfaction.

"She?" As soon as the old king said, the archbishop keenly captured the key information. Before the archbishop could figure out the key, the old king took the initiative to solve the archbishop's doubts.

"Haha. Your perfect body has fallen into our hands. From this moment on, the legend of our Windermere Star will come again. And you, you hope that the Goddess will pay the price for the tragedy eleven years ago, a fatal price!!!" The old king said at the end, looking at the Archbishop gritting his teeth. Eleven years were too long for the Windermere people. During this period, the new generation of Windermere people, under the deliberate concealment of the Goddess, knew nothing about the case that caused the death of nearly one-third of the Windermere people that year.

If he had not taken over the authority from his dying father and learned all the roots, he would not have kept his back and established a rebel army, nor would he not inform He Wuming to take advantage of the situation where the large troops of the Hope Goddess Cult were stalemate with him and took the opportunity to invade the headquarters of the Hope Goddess Cult.

"Finally, in my limited time, I stood here, where the Windermere Stars ancestors stood, and also found the Star Songist who fought with the ancestors. For this, I am very grateful to you, the hateful human!!" The old king laughed furiously.

The Archbishop shook his head, obviously not wanting to chat with the old king. When the old king saw the Archbishop's appearance, he didn't care. He raised his right hand and waved it for a while, and then walked down the platform step by step with the help of the attendant coming up. The Archbishop and others were also held hostage by the dark guns, and followed unwillingly.

As everyone walked down the platform, several figures appeared in the corridor again. A group of beautiful Windermere maids surrounded by a beautiful figure and walked out. The figure had long purple hair and was wearing a white robe with a very Windermere star-like style. A trace of agility flashed in the ruby-like eyes. As the eyes flashed, a trace of sad light disappeared in an instant.

"Welcome to you! Our Star Song of Windermere! Through countless eras, our Star Song of Windermere finally welcomes your return again!" The old king looked at the figure with a little excitement. The guards around him also raised their right hands and spread them in front of their chests to salute to the Star Song of Windermere.

"What do you want me to do?" The purple-haired girl opened her mouth and said a little awkwardly.

The old king winked at the maids and said respectfully: "Please ask the Star Song to climb up the platform and sing the Star Song again."

Before the purple-haired girl could answer, the maids were half-coerced and half-pushed and pulled the purple-haired girl up to the platform. The moment they stepped onto the platform, the servants who had just packed the platform carried the heavy film and passed by the purple-haired girl. In an instant, the purple-haired girl once again showed a ray of sadness and extreme grief and anger in the eyes of the purple-haired girl. But this time no one noticed it, because all the maids stopped at the last step in front of the platform.

"My friend! Do you know why your organisms have always failed before?" The old king looked at the purple-haired girl standing on the platform and said with a smile.

There is still silence waiting for the old king.
Chapter completed!