Sworn allegiance

Chapter 6

After entering the palace for a long time, Wujo Wutiao pulled at the neckline, feeling uncomfortable anywhere.

The main hall of the imperial palace was resplendent and magnificent, and the long table was already full of people.The knights in charge of the guards filed in, five of them lined up between the knight commander and the squad leader, like meat sandwiched between two slices of lettuce in a sandwich.

That's right, he didn't even come as "royalty".The invitation sent to the Knights Templar only said "carry the elite", and there was no mention of the five, let alone an invitation to send him a single person.It's a pity that the knight commander always carries five pieces with him wherever he goes, so he naturally let him follow him this time.

When he found the guard point and stood up, Wujo couldn't help but look at the handsome and handsome emperor on the main seat, thinking that he might know in his heart that he would come.Since he didn't write his name in black and white on the taboo list, it means that Emperor Haixi thought about letting Wutiao come—or he did it on purpose, just to let Wutiao come.

It is not appropriate to speculate without a factual basis.Gojo stood upright and exchanged glances with the knight commander beside him.Most of these dinners were not dangerous. They were said to be guards, but in fact they just walked the Templars like pet dogs to show the mainland that "we can properly control the spread of divine power and prevent ignorant people from using magic to do evil."

Of course, because all the real wizards were dead, the angels also canceled the covenant and left the territory, completely isolating the complacent Vogo Empire.

The princes and nobles walked in and out with wine glasses, and their laughter and laughter went straight to the chandelier, falling on the top of Wutiao's head together with the fine golden light.He was bored and simply looked around, trying to number the jazz players he hadn't seen in ten years.

"That's the first princess Livli Hessie." The team leader leaned over and said, "The one standing on His Majesty's left——she is the protagonist of the banquet tonight, we just need to stand here and watch."

Gojo looked in the direction he pointed, and saw a blond woman in a gorgeous dress having a hot fight with the duchesses.He squinted his eyes for a long time, and finally got the right number: "Can you actually recognize it? It's really amazing."

His perfunctory compliment obviously failed to resonate.The team leader sympathizes with Wutiao's life experience, but also doesn't want to comment on the royal secret, so he can only pout his mouth and say "it's useless to recognize him".

The dinner went on as usual, and the guests from all parties chatted happily, and there was no sense of crisis that the third celestial-sphere convergence would soon destroy the world.Looking at the red wine on the trays of the waiters, Wujo secretly guessed whether the wine merchant's carriage pulled by the headless Kinporan had arrived smoothly.

Although the knights can't drink alcohol.

"...here to celebrate the 35th birthday of our eldest daughter, Livli!" Halfway through the meal, the old emperor began to give a speech.The guests applauded enthusiastically, and the middle-aged woman surrounded by roses grinned and saluted repeatedly, holding the knife and fork in her right hand, and her left hand was still tightly pressed on several large gift boxes and refused to let go.

The exaggerated speech continued, and the traces of poor imitation in the empress's expression were so obvious that Wu Tiao's eyes were hot.

Apparently, even if they adorn themselves with bling, civilians are civilians.The poverty brought by the working class still hangs over the heads of everyone in the Haixi family, just like the title of "usurpering the country", it is a fact that they cannot get rid of or cover up no matter what.

Perhaps because of this, the imperial family hated Wujo Satoru even more.The calm elegance, leisure and confidence in his gestures are talents that cannot be imitated by a generation of nobles, and it also shows the blood inheritance of the "true master" of this country.

Francis V Vogue, "Immortal Tyrant", "Founder of the Empire", "Three Sages", "Man of the Age of Gods"... He has too many titles, but he cannot be easily summarized by any adjective.

The head of the long table, the emperor continued to praise the eldest daughter impassionedly.With the movement of his hands, the two eyebrows also began to twitch nervously towards his forehead.The crown of his bald, shiny head resembles an oversized light bulb ready to spew fire at any moment.

"In order to celebrate Woge's freedom from tyranny and regaining freedom, it is now decided to hold a purge ceremony in front of the people, and execute all the relics of the tyrant! May we continue to be the overlord in the new land!"

A stone stirs up a thousand waves.The conversation stopped, and the nobles turned around one after another, looking at the same position in tacit understanding.It's like a colluding stage play - the voice falls, the noise stops, the sinner is executed, and everyone holds their breath.

Even the Haixi royal family turned their heads, their eyes were vicious and fearful, as if they were about to stab a poisonous snake to death.They are afraid of being burned to their fingertips, but they forcefully put on a sense of righteousness, like a dry hanger with a thin coat on it.

Wujo stood in the corner of the main hall, bathed in countless vicious or surprised gazes.

"Wait here for me, no wonder." He smiled softly, and looked at Emperor Haixi without fear, "You keep saying you're going to punish 'sinners', but you don't even dare to say their names? I see you beheading wizards and come here Shi looks very proud, what's the matter, this time there are people around besides the dog, so you don't even dare to bark?"

Several princes jumped up at the table at the same time, and the porcelain plates, knives and forks jingled.They pointed straight at Wu Tiao, looking like they wanted to yell, but they couldn't help but flinched and glanced at the father, hoping that he would come forward to show his sincerity.

Crystal chandeliers refracted candlelight, and shattered glass beads swayed throughout the palace.Gojo stood in those swaying lights and shadows, his tone was extremely indifferent, as if he was not talking to creatures of his own equal, but more like talking to a group of wild dogs who could only bark wildly.

He said: "You have no right to decide my life or death, I am the orthodox heir of the Vogo Empire."

From the corner of their eyes, many members of the Knights quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

Under the silent gaze, the aged emperor sighed heavily.He stood still, but spoke clearly: "Gojo Satoru, you have never been supported by any faction, so you have not been recognized as the heir."

"You grew up in the court, so you should be very familiar with these rules. Although it is one of the wills left by the tyrant, the 'Prince' without supporters is just a paper tiger no matter what, and cannot be recognized by the goddess Woolworth. That being the case, your personal rights are in the hands of the royal family, and the royal family judges you as an ominous object and should be eradicated as soon as possible.”

After the words fell, Wujo swore that he heard at least dozens of people gasping for air.Very well, it seems that not all the knights invited tonight are fools, at least some of them can still think with their own brains.

"It's ridiculous. Ulwoch is just the god of etiquette, what can he do in the war years? The confluence of the heaven and the earth is about to bring about a catastrophe. What you think of is not a countermeasure, but a way to preempt the only one that can save the world. Execute your people?" Wu Tiao scoffed.

"No wonder you only follow the scriptures dryly, and dare not touch the decree left by the old emperor. Even the damn witch hunting order can continue to be kept, are your minds full of bread crumbs? In the teachings of the goddess of etiquette Ulwach But there is no such thing as 'burn the heretics', why, could it be that the Haixi royal family claims to be beyond the gods, and dare to tamper with the decrees of the gods?"

The princes who were ridiculed by riding on their faces suddenly became furious, arguing with him incoherently, causing the whole audience to watch the joke.

As the stalemate passed by, Wujo noticed that the shadows around the porch had deepened, probably because Emperor Haixi had summoned the executioner's troops directly under him.He knew that he had little chance of winning in the predicament, but he didn't even have a one in ten thousand chance.

Since there is still a possibility, his Gojo Satoru will create a miracle for himself.

The shadow moved slowly, and Wu Tiao took out the crow's skull from the cover of the corner of the wall, bent his ring finger and tapped three times.

"Jay, I hope I don't disappoint you."

He doesn't expect the other party to respond, this action is more of a psychological suggestion, like reminding himself that "Mr. Xia You, who didn't catch up with him, is still watching, so don't let him down."

Emperor Haixi sighed and shook his head in disbelief.So, before the knights knew it, the shadow on the floor suddenly swelled and lifted, as if the night had materialized.Dozens of burly cloaked men holding iron chains were dissociated from it, and they all surrounded the five at the moment they escaped from the shadows, and the iron chains were intertwined into a net.

The superposition of wind magic and gravity magic, even if the sun disk necklace and saber were handed over during the palace search, the incomparably proficient sacred power still opened up Wutiao's ability to move above everyone else.He leaped ten meters high, avoiding the pursuit of all the chains, and quickly rushed to the long table along the wall, even dispelling the spell originally used to protect the torso, and merged it into the speed-enhancing magic.

The second round of iron chains pierced against the ankles, and five of them escaped most of them. The cheeks and waist were still rubbed a few times, and the flesh and blood were blurred immediately.He continued to accelerate as if he couldn't feel the pain, using most of the sacred power in his body as fuel, he jumped over the guests in an instant, and smashed heavily on Emperor Hai Xi's back.

"What...!" Before he had time to react, the emperor, the first princess and the three princes were all included in Wutiao's attack range.

The moment he landed, he wiped the wound twice, and then activated the blood line magic, turning the sticky blood in the palm of his right hand into a thread of fire, extending it into a circular arc centered on himself, covering several members of the royal family.

This is one of the "curse magic" that Xia You taught him at the end of the course. It is extremely powerful and expensive.The effect is to control the blood outside the body so that it can be combined with fire magic to form a "burning imprisonment", preventing anyone in the circle from leaving.

The nobles burst into screams that pierced their eardrums, and the five royals in the circle did not dare to move for half a step. When they looked carefully, their faces were covered with tears and snot.Li Fuli, who was still sane, yelled and ordered the torturers to rescue her, but was hit by the first prince covering her mouth, as if she was going crazy from fright.

The executioner couldn't advance an inch, because Wutiao used the blood from his left palm to form a short knife, and the tip of the knife was right next to the emperor's aorta.He indifferently listened to the sound of blood flowing through the blood vessels, and with a little force, the tip of the knife pierced the skin, and a few drops of bright red liquid slipped out.

"Execute me?" Wujo laughed, "Okay, anyway, I'm younger than you, so let's see who will lose too much blood first!"

The situation was turned upside down in an instant, the knights were stunned, and the nobles and guests were also stunned.For a while, no one knew what to do, the executioner was staring at him, the ruler of the Vogo Empire was in danger, and the tyrant's legacy was covered in blood, but he smiled unscrupulously.

Even though his trachea was strangled, Emperor Haixi still spoke intermittently.

"You won't be recognized, no one will stand by your side." He said in an old, dying voice, "So what if you kill us? Do you think this country can go back to the way it was before? So much wealth ——A mountain of gold, silver and jewels, a well-established system and system, these things are not something that anyone can easily interfere with..."

"I understand, I understand." Wutiao pushed the blade an inch further, the fragile neck was immediately broken, and a series of blood droplets began to flow out.He laughed in the emperor's ear, cold and crazy: "I understood early on: you are a bunch of stinky shit who only care about themselves, you are not even worthy of being human, and you want to take over the largest empire in the human world? It's ridiculous!"

Fearing that his throat would be pierced by his excitement, the emperor struggled not to speak, but kept picking at the hem of his fine clothes and the jewelry pendant around his waist.After all, Haixi is a family of leakers, and few people can get on the stage. They usually rely on the protection of the guards to fly domineeringly. If death is really imminent, who can laugh.

Of course, even if the wheel of the god of death is really about to run over his face, Gojo Satoru must be the special case of raising his head and giving the middle finger to the opponent, swearing swear words and smashing the opponent with his sword.Just like this dinner, even though the murder against him has already laid a lead, he can still break through a bloody road from many murderous opportunities.

Every path he treads, for better or worse, will be the sunlit avenue of truth.

The situation is at a stalemate, but the blood loss is gradually taking away Wujo's sanity.He used fire magic to stop the bleeding from the waist injury ahead of time, but there was still dripping liquid flowing out from other parts, and his clothes and pants were completely wet.Now I only hope that the executioner's troops can retreat quickly because the royal family has been taken hostage, so that they can clean up and deal with the mess themselves.

In the dead silence, an executioner fell down without a sound.

Immediately followed by the second, and the third... They lay down on the ground in a sleepy posture, their eyes closed tightly, and their bodies gradually turned into pitch-black crow feathers, gradually dissipating as if they were nothing.

No one fled, no one shouted, because the killing happened quietly in the dreamlike void.Only Gojo, who had six eyes, could see everything clearly, witnessing the soft and familiar darkness of the dome encroaching on the light of the fire step by step, dragging the entire castle into the abyss of extinction.

Then, black shadows gathered from afar like a flood, turning into a man with jet-black hair and a cloak.When the candles were extinguished, golden feathers suddenly floated in the air, and every inch of skin glowed with divine light, calling their existence here from the far north, and placing their lightning-sharp golden spears on every guest. shoulders.

Time resumed its flow.

All the people present exclaimed and sighed at what they saw. Even if the blade of death was on their throats, they still couldn't restrain their desire for this ultimate beauty.This is the reverence derived from the ancient secret covenant. Even though the covenant was dissolved for nearly 500 years, the longing for the past has always been deeply engraved in the blood of every human being.

"According to the agreement, we have come to re-conclude the contract." The beautiful two-winged race chanted loudly, and the halo was like a daytime sun wheel, illuminating the huddled royal family.

"According to the agreement, we came to welcome back our only ally."

"According to the agreement, we will support you and watch over you until you regain your former glory."

They bowed their heads to Wujo Wu, with a melodious and solemn voice: "We are your supporters, and you can be worthy of the seat of successor."

Among the hundreds of angels, the original man turned around slowly, revealing a pair of dark eyes.He also looked at Gojo Satoru, like a gentle shallow sea.

"Wu, I've been waiting for a long time."