CH 138 The World Serpent

The Battle of Eagle Mouth Bay was won, and they even destroyed the "Throne of God" pier before the Holy Court was alerted. It seemed that there was no better ending than this.

"Have them evacuate immediately, withdraw back."

The King was so calm that it was almost cold. It was hard to say whether the sacrifices of Griselda and the Jenny touched him or not. After hearing the "Throne of God" wharf, he quickly returned to the desk and spread out an ancient parchment, on which there were many dense markings.

"The Throne of God…..please summon the Earl of Wally."

The lights were dim, and under the light of the fire, the marks on the parchment looked like weapons all over the land.

"Since 1411, the Holy See had promulgated the "Navigation Charter Regulations" for the countries of the Lowland Alliance, giving the Lowland countries commercial asylum and preferential treatment." The Earl of Wally hurried over, bringing a few thick manuscripts with him. His tone was a little excited, "At that time, we speculated that the Holy Court was affected by the rise of the Hopeless Inner Sea chambers of commerce, and the collection of tithes began to have problems. It wanted to obtain new sources of economic income from the businesses of the Lowland Alliance, but it does not seem to be the case now."

"Transporting the holy objects and building the throne."

The King spread out a nautical chart, and Earl Wally discovered that the trade routes of the Lowland Alliance had been marked by the King on the nautical chart.

"Several important ports in the Lowland Alliance are not far from Holy Spirit Bay. They use sea trade to transport raw materials."

"Yes, Your Majesty." Earl Wally flipped through a thick notebook, "The Eagle's Mouth Bay officially became the largest port of the Lowland Alliance after receiving the strong support of the Holy Court after the "Navigation Charter Act".....Found it, in 1408, the Cardinal of the Holy Court once traveled to the Lowland Alliance in the name of ordination."

"They were investigating the suitable location for the Throne of God."

Before the Walway pirates started their raid, the King had already gone through the files related to the Lowland Alliance. His memory was terribly ppwerful. As soon as Earl Wally mentioned it, he quickly recalled the relevant records on Legrand's side.

"Port of Lopez, Swan Bay, Port of Renault, Eagle's Mouth…..The special envoy is Bishop Saar. He has stayed in these places for two years. Eagle's Mouth is the last leg of his missionary journey."

"In 1408, the governor of the Eagle's Mouth Bay was the Bruce family, and two of the bishops in the Twelve Sanctuaries of the Holy See are from the Bruce family." Earl Wally said in a low voice, "This reminds me of a prophecy. Your Majesty."

Prophecy, another prophecy.

The King vaguely thought of the sea again, as well as the witch with a pointed hat, and the Jenny with roses blooming on the wooden railing.

"Actually, it may not be a prophecy." Earl Wally wasn't aware of what the King thought of, he pondered for a while, and then corrected his statement, "Calling it a prophecy is because we interpreted it later and thought it was a prophecy. It was a clay tablet unearthed from the Lower El area, which recorded…..'A thousand years later, the earth will be turned upside down, and the lowest part will be on the top, and the lowly ones will dominate the cemetery…..the birthplace of the gods shall no longer exist in the world."

"We think this not only points to the destruction of the age of the gods, but also to the fate of the Holy Court. They claim that the Holy Lord is the only true god, but in the legendary era, the Holy Lord was also one of the living gods. The gods have fallen, and the last thousand years will completely destroy all the gods. The Holy Court also knows this prophecy, because the Lower El clay tablet was excavated by the Holy Court three hundred years ago."

"What does that have to do with the 'Throne of God'?"

"According to the legend of the Holy Court, there is one ship that needs to be carried on the Throne of God——the holy ark." Earl Wally unfolded another somewhat vague painting, "The holy ark symbolizes the 'blessing of a new life' and "rebuilding the rule after the catastrophe." There may be other reasons for this, but there must be some connection between the story of the holy ark and the prophecy of destruction."

"Maybe it's not just about blessing of a new life."

The King stared at the map, thinking for a while.

"The holy ark has another meaning——it is a warship."

Most of the legends of the Holy Court have two different sides, just like the coexistence of the Lord of the Heavenly Host and the Lord Savior. The Ark was the ship of the heavenly host. In the story of the Holy Court, it once carried an army of angels and brought destruction to a blasphemous country.

"They want to start the war of ten thousand armies."

The King said softly.

"No matter what," Earl Wally let out a long breath, "Now that the throne is destroyed, they can't summon the holy ark."

The King didn't speak. He was still staring at the map, expression not at all relaxed: "They have done no less than us. Now that we have destroyed a Throne of God, who knows what else they are hiding?"

Earl Wally shuddered. In the light and calm voice of the King, he seemed to hear the sound of iron armor clanging and countless blood splashing on the ground. The heavy scent of blood blew at his face, like a wolf pouncing.

"The news of the destruction of the throne will soon reach the Holy Court, and they will not be quiet." The King sighed and called the Head of the Households to come in. "Begin preparing for an all-out war."

"Why are you forcing the Holy Court to start the war soon as possible? Your Majesty."

Before retreating, Earl Wally couldn't help asking his doubts. The later the Holy Court started the war, the better it would be for Legrand.

"Because they established the Holy Empire."

The King gave a strange answer.

He issued two other orders to the Head of the Households, one was to immediately blockade the port controlled by the Mason family, and the other was to contact the Gulundi heavy cavalry.

Before the Head of the Households left, the King seemed to think of something again. He paused slightly, "Ask Charles, Griselda and the Jenny….."

In the end, he didn't continue, but just sighed.

The Head of the Households closed the door gently.

People living in this era must learn to get used to it.

Get used to parting, get used to sacrifice, get used to tombstones and funeral songs. There was not much of a line between life and death, for whoever weeps for a friend today may be buried in the same grave tomorrow.

………………

The territory of the Mason family.

"The King's crows have already been dispatched."

Patriarch Mason did not stay in his mansion, but wore a black cloak and quietly brought a few confidantes to a pier under his control.

A dark-skinned "attendant" silently handed him this secret letter.

After reading the letter, Patriarch Mason shuddered.

He knew what the King's "crows" referred to. The aristocrats had speculated in private for a long time. They believed that besides the "black wings" on the surface, the King had another spy network that penetrated all over the place. They called the King's spy a crow, because this bird was the closest to death, and anyone who was stared at by a crow would eventually turn into carrion.

"Are you feeling regretful?"

The "attendant" asked, his accent was awkward and strange.

"No, no, no, of course I don't regret it, my lord." Patriarch Mason was shocked, groveling to please him, "I'm just worried that these crows will ruin our plan."

The "attendant" gave him a cold look: "All the crows that step into your territory will die tonight, so you don't have to be worried."

Bloody hell, this was even more worrying, okay?

The face of Patriarch Mason was almost distorted, and he tried to pretend to be happy. He suppressed the fear in his heart and led the "attendant" to the pier: "The ship is coming."

In the heavy rain, a ship was vaguely seen slowly approaching from the sea.

In the distance, it appeared huge and strange.

………………

The ancient corpses cast huge jagged shadows, white moon and black bones.

The Devil walked in the depths of the end of this world. Holding a black umbrella, he felt as relaxed as if he was taking a stroll in a garden. Not far in front of him, a majestic and stretching wall of ice and snow finally appeared. It might not be right to say that it was a wall, because how could there be such a majestic wall in this world, it was thousands of meters high, and there was no end in sight.

A person standing in front of it appeared no bigger than an ant.

The Devil trekked for so many days in the extreme Arctic Ice Field just to get in front of it.

"Sure enough, it's still there." 

He opened his umbrella and looked up at the huge wall of ice and snow that stretched between the sky and the earth.

Boom, boom, boom.

As if sensing the arrival of the Devil, a thunderous sound sounded behind the ice wall, and the snow fell rustlingly. The sound was not like the joy of old friends reuniting, but rather like the anger of enemies when they meet, with a faint trace of fear in it.

"Okay, be quiet."

The Devil held the black umbrella in his hand, and the tip of the umbrella lightly touched the ground. There was a hint of impatience in his tone.

"You and I are so familiar, so we don't need to pretend. Aren't you tired of being holed up here for so long? The scent on that witch betrayed you…..You chose some good parasites, what a pity you are still chained here."

The thunderous noise came to an abrupt end.

"You found a good place to hibernate, using the bones of the gods as your resurrection lair. After the Millennium War, you would practically become the biggest winner." The Devil said with a smile, with a strong killing intent in his smile, "The real betrayer, the serpent of the world."

There was a loud bang.

The great wall of ice and snow, which was thousands of meters high, suddenly shattered. Under the pale cold moon, countless ice exploded out in all directions, mixed with white snow. The blue light and white light were mixed, as if the landscape painting of the extreme north that was frozen in the glass suddenly shattered, the avalanche between the sky and the earth coming in waves. And in this ice and snow storm that could drown everything, a great black shadow beyond imagination appeared.

The Devil propped up the black umbrella, tens of thousands of tons of ice fell and shattered around him, and snow flew obliquely from the edge of his umbrella. The world was flooded with snow, but the place where he stood was still the same cleanness.

He raised his head, looking at the black shadow in the snowstorm.

——What stood at the end of this ice field was not the great wall of ice and snow that isolates the world at all.

That was an unprecedentedly terrifying giant snake!

"What are you doing here?!"

The rumbling sound echoed, and the giant black snake began to slither its body. The ice field seemed to be unable to bear its weight, and cracks began to appear. The sea water under the ice layer began to rush up.

The Devil sighed faintly.

"I thought my reason for coming was clear enough."

He said regretfully.

Before his eyes floated some scenes from long ago, the battlefield of gods and demons, the dragon flying in the sky, the throne made of bones, and the scene he was least willing to think of…..the sky and the earth cracking, and the magma flowing horizontally, hell dying, the sword of the traitor piercing the heart of the monarch, his king falling from the sky, and he failing to reach out to catch his Majesty.

He had lived for too long, and all his memories were clear, so all the hatred had been repeatedly polished by him for a long time.

"I came——"

The Devil turned the handle of the black umbrella.

"To kill you!"

The cold and sharp voice resounded throughout the world, and he drew his sword.