Do not confiscate my citizenship

Chapter 482 Have you ever heard the sound of the wind?

  The time and airflow in Franklin Hall were almost frozen. The nobles clenched the handrails in their hands, many of their knuckles turned white from tension, and the expressions on their faces were firmly controlled by fear.

  The light reflected on the floor-to-ceiling windows in the distance became dim, isolating everything here from the world.

  The timid dignitaries lowered their heads to avoid looking directly at Moroutian, fearing that he would be the first to notice them.

  They are both imperial nobles, but they know very well that at the biological level, Morotian is a terrifying and powerful man who is completely different from them and closer to a god.

  "I didn't expect that we would have to come to this point today."

  Morotian still smiled like that, but his aura had completely changed.

  The most sacred and supreme place in the Protos Empire, the ancient immortal crystal beam roof, the spacious hexagonal interior space and the gorgeous mosaic floor were all eclipsed. Due to Duke Morodian's attack, it seemed to be plunged into a strange world. space.

  The accumulated corpse energy fills the ground, as if it can connect the space channel to the abyss of hell at any time, swallowing up everything around it, and even light cannot escape, like a black hole.

  For people below the seventh level, once they are swallowed up, they may only be left with bones in the next second.

  In this oppressive and dim barrier, sizzling corrosive sounds erupted from time to time, and everyone could feel the powerful and irresistible original breath of Morodian's undead magic.

  The former Duke Morotian Berenhard was perhaps a little worse than the Cardinal of the Resurrection Church.

  Now, in a short period of time, his true strength has improved by an unusual leap for some unknown reason. He can even erode the barrier of the great sage Isis!

  "Bishop Amiles, do you want to intervene on behalf of the Resurrection Church or the Mournful Branch?"

  Morotian glanced at the mourning bishop Amiles and asked.

  "The Resurrection Church will not interfere in the internal affairs of your empire. Sigrid represents herself, and I represent the Pope."

  Amiles shook his head and replied coldly.

  She believes that she has made her words very clear, and the people of the Empire can also see that no matter what the final outcome is today, they will not be responsible for the Church of Resurrection as a whole.

  Now that the Protos Empire is in a mess, no matter whether she helps or not, or who she helps, it is of no benefit to her.

  If Duke Morotian wins, the Church of Resurrection and this country will no longer have anything to cooperate with. She is not a lunatic like Asksan who likes to fight with tigers.

  If Duke Morotian loses, the winner of today's bishop's vote will also be Sigrid. There is no need for her to take risks to help Sigrid, a cardinal who obviously has a conspiracy against the Pope.

  "very good."

  Morotian nodded, indicating that he would not interfere with the mourning bishop.

  The mourning bishop said nothing, and his body turned into water and disappeared into the Franklin Congress Hall.

  After a long time, all the powerful men stared at Duke Molotian and reached a stalemate. They could all be sure that the unstable factor of mourning the bishop was far away.

  Veins popped out on Sigrid's fists, and she clenched her teeth but was unable to take action.

  The great sage Isis, who was in a battle-ready posture, still continued to strengthen the barrier with a solemn expression to protect all the Imperial people sitting at the table.

  Defending is always harder than attacking, let alone protecting so many people.

  Now the only ones who have room to fight Morotian are Sigrid and her three demon summons.

  But the problem is that once the fight starts, even if Isis tries her best, the barrier may not be able to withstand it.

  Among the three demon summons, only one is good at defense, but she is completely unable to block Duke Morodian's offensive.

  In the battle, even if Sigrid and two other summons can defeat Duke Morodian together, in the end, not only the Capitol Building, but also the entire Helrom will suffer casualties!
  At this moment, all the nobles at the highest point of the imperial capital, Herrom, and the nearby residents have all become Molotian’s hostages!
  "Isis, swear to me with your elf contract that you will let me leave today and stop all those who want to stop me. In addition, you must also swear that as long as I let go of these people in the Congress Hall today, you will Then you can never attack me."

  Morodian looked at Isis and said with a cold smile.

  "..."

  Isis's expression was calm, but the magic power fluctuations in her body were no longer so stable, and her anger could be clearly felt.

  Morotian's conditions were clearly unfair.

  Especially the second one, which means that if she fights Morodian again in the future, she will have no choice but to be at his mercy.

  But if he doesn't agree, Morotian will kill everyone here today!

  And she, Isis, would also break her agreement with Emperor Franklin and fail to protect the descendants of the empire on this land.

  "Don't agree to him, Lady Isis!" A bloody imperial noble shouted.

  Looking at the overall situation, Duke Morotian's conditions must not be agreed to.

  The next second, his neck was pinched by Morotian from a distance, as if it could be broken at any time.

  "Lady Isis, I don't want to do this, but my patience is limited. I'll give you the last ten seconds to think about it."

  Morodian looked at Isis.

  He knew very well what kind of character Isis, the protector of the Protos Empire, was.

  Although this elf seems cold and heartless.

  In fact, she cares about the short life of human beings more than anyone else, and she is an old-fashioned person who values ​​commitments more than her own life.

  He believed that Isis would agree to him.

  Downstairs in the Capitol, looking at the drastic changes taking place on the top floor, which was shrouded in deep purple, the surrounding police officers began to evacuate citizens and reporters in an emergency.

  "Nine--"

  "Don't be stupid, Great Sage!"

  "Morodian, you scum of Proteus!"

  "Is there anyone who can come to the rescue..."

  At this time, around all the giant screens in the building, apart from the chaotic crowds of people, there were still people under the screen calling anxiously, shouting angrily, and even clenching their hands in prayer.

  If at this moment.

  It would be nice to have another cardinal-level powerhouse present.

  The balance will be broken in an instant, blocking Duke Morodian's conspiracy and momentum!
  But they didn't expect anyone to come to their aid.

  On the top floor of the Capitol, seconds flew by.

  "three--"

  Morodian lowered his voice and stood in the center of the hall, like a black monarch, ruling this area shrouded in fear.

  His countdown is like a death knell, knocking heavily on everyone's heart.

  Everyone present has become a prisoner of his men. They cannot escape and can only feel the imminent omen of death deep in their hearts.

  "two--"

  Morotian's countdown finally made Isis, who was in difficulty and her fingertips were about to pinch into her palm, look up.

  Her eyes were helpless and apologetic.

  But he did not surrender to the group of imperial hostages, but to Sigrid, which means - I'm sorry, I can't defeat Duke Morodian with you today.

  Although Sigrid's heart was almost roaring with anger, facing Isis's choice and seeing the sad tenderness in Isis's eyes, Sigrid could only pay her respects in return. She respected the great sage's choice.

  At this critical moment, Duke Morotian's eyes were full of confidence to escape, flashing with perfect calculation, and every step he took had been carefully considered.

  When he comes here today, there is no possibility of defeat, because his identity, status, and strength have already laid the foundation for everything.

  Meanwhile, the horror of others in the halls of Congress was increasingly being replaced by anger.

  They were indignant at Duke Morodian's crimes, but felt powerless in the face of his powerful power, and felt regretful and guilty because they had dragged down the Great Sage.

  Today I can only watch helplessly as he prepares to escape, but cannot stop him.

  "I……"

  Just when the great sage gritted his teeth and spoke, Morodian finally smiled.

  In the closed Congress Hall, a gentle wind blew for some reason.
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  There's one more chapter, I'm almost done coding it, I'll finish it before [-]:[-]

  (End of this chapter)