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When Griselda stepped into the castle, what she saw was the bloody black-suited Devil half-kneeling in front of the King. Her footsteps paused, and she subconsciously stopped at the entrance of the hall.

At that moment, she felt as if she saw a very ancient wasteland, where crazy and ruthless monsters were wary of each other but also truly provided companionship to each other. On the King and the Devil, time seemed to stand still, and the world flowed past them like water, while they remained unchanged from the birth of the sun to the death of the sun.

What kind of agreement could create such a bond?

Griselda didn't know.

The Devil whose clothes were still dripping blood stood up, and the King threw the bone scepter at him. The pale Devil held the bone scepter and passed by Griselda who came in. When the two approached, Griselda subconsciously reached out to push up her glasses, and looked at the Devil as if inadvertently.

The moonlight flashed across the lenses of the glasses, and the Devil suddenly turned his head slightly, and glanced at the witch casually.

He looked at her casually, but Griselda's face suddenly changed in an instant, and she subconsciously took a few steps back.

At that moment, Griselda felt that she saw…..the side of the world that fell into darkness!

A poisonous snake-like chill slid down Griselda's back. She had been in hell for so long. The witch had never felt too deeply that she was in hell, but when she met the pure black eyes of this unknown devil, she finally felt that she had truly seen hell. Buried in the depths of the pupils were endless corpses, and the world was destroyed and sinking in the corpses.

"Miss Griselda." 

A faint voice came from the high seat, pulling the witch out of the hallucination. She found that the Devil had left, and she stood there in a particularly rude manner. She shuddered and hurried forward a few steps to apologize for her rudeness.

After listening to Griselda's report, the King pondered, tapping on the armrest with his fingers.

"What do you think of the Dragon Wing Battleship?"

Compared with the territory successfully captured as expected, the King cared more about the Dragon Wing Battleships that were put into battle for the first time. After the ghost ship was repaired and restored to the appearance of the Dragon Wing Battleship, Griselda finally had a little freedom and was able to leave the Jenny briefly.

Griselda carefully described to the King the main attack methods of the current Dragon Wing Battleships, and finally gave her own evaluation: "If we can have a whole dragon wing battle fleet, then there is nothing to fear in the Holy Court at sea. But…..it is very difficult to build such a battleship nowadays."

Hearing this, the King smiled slightly.

"The military industry department has sent in a request to me to keep a battleship in hell. They want to study the Dragon Wing Battleship. You can discuss with Hawkins and decide who will be staying." The King said, then paused, "Before leaving hell, I need you to do one thing."

"Your Majesty, please give me an order."

Griselda bowed her head respectfully.

"Accept the escaped witches, and….."

The King's voice was low and gentle.

"Launch an assault on the Lowland Alliance."

Griselda was startled. She looked up at the King, and found that the King was not joking.

………………

The Dragon Wing Battleship was met with a group of somewhat weird people.

"So beautiful!"

Mr. Raul circled the battleship, his eyes falling on the metal joints of the black iron dragon wings. His eyes were wild as if an extremely lustful ghost laid eyes on the beautiful dancers in the red light district.

"Oh my god, look at the lines, look at the gears, look at the design of the ram....."

The voice of Mr. Raul's right-hand assistant was a little trembling. He stretched out his hand as if he wanted to caress a lover, wanting to touch the hull of the battleship.

The dragon wings flapped, and a strong wind blew up, blowing away the group of…..perverts surrounding it.

The Walway pirates on the battleship laughed heartily.

"Hey, Jenny is going to be angry."

The Walway pirates were leaning on the railing, looking at the military weapon designers who continued to gather around despite falling on their butts.

Hawkins chewed a piece of grass and sat on the mast. Watching this scene, he couldn't help laughing gloatingly. Captain Hawkins was somehow comforted by Jenny's impatience with these lunatics more than with him.

The sail suddenly swayed, and Hawkins, who was gloating just now, was thrown off the mast.

He rolled twice on the deck and stood up grinning.

When he got up, he saw Griselda board the ship with a serious expression.

"What's wrong?"

Captain Hawkins asked.

Griselda whispered the King's order to him, paused, and asked, "Why does His Majesty want to attack the Lowland Alliance all of a sudden?"

Captain Hawkins chewed the piece of grass, slightly restrained his frivolous expression, and looked at the sky thoughtfully: ".....The Lowland Alliance? The Holy Court…..Ferri III?"

He seemed to have made some guesses.

………………

The sky was gray and rainy.

General Johan got off his horse and hurried into the Rose Palace. Just like the previous Duke of Buckingham, General Johan also had a room in the Rose Palace, but like his father, he rarely lived in the palace. When the guards saw the young General Johan striding in, they hurriedly saluted him respectfully.

Some time ago, the King accidentally became "ill" and the political affairs were temporarily handed over to General Johan.

However, only a few people knew that the King was not actually in the palace.

Although the news was blocked well, the nobles in the upper class almost all have dog noses. They keenly sensed that other important matters were hidden under the King's illness, so they surrounded the Rose Palace quietly like a pack of wolves who smelled the scent of blood, and circled the Rose Palace like vultures, trying to spy on something of value.

General Johan had cut off many hands trying to reach into the Rose Palace these days.

But fortunately there was also the Queen Mother Eleanor, who once guarded Legrand's heart after William III's expedition, so had rich experience in this area, making up for General Johan who was better at military affairs.

However, at this moment, General Johan felt how convenient his cousin's reputation as a "tyrant" was.

——The courtiers were afraid of the King who would throw people to the guillotine at every turn. Despite their doubts, no one dared to disturb the "sick" King directly.

However, the King had been away for so long, and it was almost at the limit.

If it stretched any longer, he was afraid something would happen.

Pushing open the door of the study, General JohAn finally felt relieved after seeing the familiar figure beside Queen Mother Eleanor.

"Your Majesty."

General Johan was relieved, and looked the King over a little rudely, confirming that he hadn't suffered any harm in hell, and then let out a long breath.

"Don't be so nervous."

The King laughed a little and called General Johan to sit down.

During the few days when he went to hell, his cousin probably felt anxious every day, wishing to send three letters a day to hell to confirm his safety. Before General Johan arrived, Eleanor was laughing with the King about how General Johan was calm and solemn in front of people during this time, but he subconsciously paced around like a hunting dog when away from eyes.

In fact, the King should have stayed in hell for a while longer. The power of authority had just been taken back, and the castle still had a lot to be done.

But something happened at this time. The news reached the King before the banquet started. After learning about it, the King decided without hesitation to leave the rest to the Devil after the banquet while he himself rushed back to the Rose Palace immediately.

The decision to "raid the Lowland Alliance" that surprised Griselda was also made after learning about this incident.

"How is the situation?"

The King asked.

General Johan's face was serious. He shook his head slowly: "It's hard to say. I don't know if it's true or not."

He took out a letter and handed it to the King.

The letter came from overseas.

During the period when the King was in hell, the Holy Court seemed to be very "tolerant" and did not take any major actions against the rebellious Legrand, but concentrated on stabilizing the order in the Holy Empire, eager to replace the Bressi Dynasty's old framework by the new cross frame of the Holy Court.

The Holy Empire seemed to want to unify the eastern bank of the Abyss Strait before raising troops to conquer Legrand in the west.

During this period, one thing happened:

The life or death of Ferri III had become unknown.

When the King was at war with the lords of hell, on the other side of the Abyss Strait, the Holy Court was also planning a war under the vigorous "witch hunting campaign" on the surface——the purge campaign.

On the surface, it seemed that the Holy Empire was busy burning all the witches in the country, but in fact, during the witch hunt, the Holy Court further controlled the various areas of the original Bressi Kingdom. Then, at the beginning of February in the Holy Empire, the Knights Templar suddenly appeared in the northwest of the empire, piercing the extreme north like a dagger.

The Holy Court shredded its tolerance for the stubborn forces of Ferri III in the north. With iron-blooded methods, it overcame the severe cold weather and rugged terrain, destroying all the castles loyal to Ferri III along the way, and bombarded all the fortresses that did not hang the banners with the cross symbol. This thunderous war campaign caught Ferri III by surprise.

Fortunately, Ferri III, who was able to lead his personal soldiers to successfully withdraw from the royal city and was still safe after the establishment of the Holy Empire, was not some incompetent person.

After reacting, Ferri III immediately launched a counterattack. He took advantage of the thick snow and high cold terrains in the extreme north, and fought three battles with the Knights Templar in the Pennines. The first two battles were won with extraordinary courage and military talent, but the outcome of the final battle near the glacier was ambiguous.

The Knights Templar had to withdraw temporarily from the snow field due to the consuming of rations and grass. Ferri III himself fled into the primeval forest with an army of less than a hundred people.

A ridiculous situation.

Legrand and Bressi had been sworn enemies for so many years, but now it was Legrand who sincerely hoped that Ferri III would survive.

Because, if Ferri III died, it meant one thing——

The Holy Empire no longer had any worries, and could go west at any time.