"how so?"

The thin Prince Ping gradually woke up from the monotonous, cold, and trembling breath.

When he saw the tall figure, the elder brother he was afraid of, corroded into a skeleton in a short time, and his body gradually fell down. He couldn't help but tremble and looked at Grand Duke Tulip.

"You arranged this?"

The Grand Duke of Tulip was also barely separated from the freezing of the cold aura of the law.

The driving force of mortals has no way to resist the power of high ambition, even if it is just a trace of breath.

Tulip Grand Justice said calmly: "I did nothing."

Then, he smiled softly.

With calmness, the Tulip Grand Duke said meaningfully: "Man is very complicated, but God is very simple. As long as you give him faith, he will give you everything, so I just made a deal with God to take the faith of the Principality of Gran as a condition, and that's all."

"Then is all this God's will?"

Prince Ping felt like a puppet, in the hands of Grand Duke Tulip.

"So that's it."

Grand Duke Tulip stared at the ruins nearby and countless corpses.

"I have to admit, it was such a gorgeous show."

Slightly sighed, Grand Duke Tulip sneered.

"Did you see it? From beginning to end, we actually did nothing. I have even dismissed my best assistants and sent them to chase the insignificant Prince Chen. But as long as you can offer enough faith to God, even a monkey will carry it to the supreme throne through a series of gorgeous performances, so... many things in this world cannot be obtained through hard work."

"You said I'm a monkey?"

"We are all monkeys."

Grand Duke Tulip responded comfortably, but added: "But he is the king of monkeys."

Grand Duke Tulip patted Prince Ping on the shoulder and smiled.

"Let's go and see your father, you don't have to be afraid. You are the only heir of the Principality now and rule this country with the will of God. When you look at them, you are afraid of you. This is the power of royal power. As long as you do not betray the great God, all this will belong to you forever."

Prince Ping looked at everyone.

Shadra, who took away the tears of dawn, did his best to escape to the distance.

After killing Prince Bo, the Death God's Hand committed suicide in public!

One by one, the Deadpool shadows who were like ghosts and ignored gravity stopped in the air. The Deadpool shadows in the front were only a hundred meters away from him.

The Royal Magicians' advisors, looked ugly, no longer stepped forward, fearless.

Even the Royal Knights of Sky fell from the sky and lowered their noble heads.

All of this is like a shadow or a dream.

At this moment.

A Sky Knight jumped off the back of the giant bird. It was one of the many powerful followers under Duke Tulip and responsible for chasing Prince Chen.

But at this moment he was really embarrassed.

An anxious look, he whispered in the ear of the Duke of Tulips.

"Mr. Duke, the plan failed."

Grand Duke Tulip slowly turned his head and looked at the man, with a deep and cold light in his eyes.

Blood was flowing on his forehead, and the knight blamed himself: "Two groups of mysterious people suddenly appeared to help him leave. I am sending more pursuers over here!"

After thinking about it, he lowered his voice and added, "I found the Orora storage ring on one of the groups!"

Grand Duke Tulip's eyes suddenly shrank, and he waved his hand slowly.

The Knight retreated.

Prince Ping, who was immersed in the joy of power, gradually could not suppress his inner surging.

He looked at Grand Duke Tulip, noticed his abnormality, and said strangely: "What's wrong?"

"Nothing, go!"

...

King's bedroom.

A person ran out of the door.

"Your Majesty, Prince Bo, he... He was assassinated by the people. Prince Ping is breaking in with the nobles headed by the four major dukes!"

"Yeah, I got it."

The sound is very calm.

The old king was supported by the guards and looked at Waqinna, the trembling mother of Prince Chen.

At this moment, she cried like a tearful person.

The old king's eyes were very gentle.

"Hey, what are you doing?"

With the help of the guards, the old king helped Vaqinna up tremblingly.

With his right hand wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, the old king said softly: "Don't you want your son to live and make him the future king of this country?"

His eyes were very gentle, as if he was looking at a beautiful work of art.

"Look at my three sons. The eldest son is reckless and tough. He was originally a good candidate for future reforms in this country. Unfortunately, he is too simple and trusts his own strength too much."

Shaking his head and sighing, it seemed that Prince Bo's death was already as expected by him.

"I gave him many opportunities, but in the end he did not see through the fact that he was a puppet of the Holy See. He should have been wary of the hand of the god of death. As the king of a country, he could only believe in the rights in his hands, not those vague things."

"My second son is indecisive and weak-hearted. Look at the nobles and do their best to support him. The Holy See and the Temple of Goddess tried to him. Well, he is indeed a perfect puppet. The temple has gained faith and the nobles have gained benefits. It seems that everything is beautiful, but this country has lost its future."

He sneered.

"Look at our son, Vaqinna, how perfect it is. The betrayal of the Temple of Wisdom made him full of hatred, the disdain of the Holy See made him no longer believe in it, the nobles of the Principality completely ignored it made him angry, but no matter what adversity he was, he never gave up, because he knew that instead of praying for others, only the power he firmly grasped in his own hands was the most real!"

The old king said gently: "Do you know why more and more countries are eager to gain the power of scholars?"

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Vaqinna was crying.

He shook his head slowly, unable to speak, and sat limply on the ground, crying like a tearful person.

"Because, every step of growth of scholars requires the support of the state, and can be restricted by secular forces and can never be above them. All their power comes from the support of the state."

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content later! The old king stroked Vaqinna's beautiful face and sighed, feeling reluctant to leave.

"Hurry up, it's too late."

He kicked Vaqinna the white rope of his belt.

"You have to make some sacrifices for this country, for our son, or he will never be king of this country and a true Granite, so please die for our son."

"No, no, no! I don't want to die, I..."

Vaqinna struggled desperately, begged hard, kept crying, and retreating.

With impatience, the old king waved his hand and signaled the guards beside him to help her.

Soon, the beautiful Princess Xilan successfully hanged herself.

"The nobles of the Principality forced their mother to death. Tsk, it's such a good story of revenge."

The maid beside Vaqinna's side had a pale face.

She looked at the old king, looking at the sadness on his face, but the words were like this. She tried to prevent herself from being incontinent due to excessive tremors, and did her best not to cry, trying to make everyone ignore herself.

However, the old king looked over his eyes.

"Don't you suffer if your master is buried for the country?"

"The master died great, and this is her supreme glory."

The maid didn't know how she said, but she knew that her voice must be hoarse and harsh.

"Um."

The old king nodded and said with satisfaction: "Since that's the case, I will also give you this glory."

As he said that, he waved his hand again and signaled the guard to take action.

"No!!! Woo woo woo woo woo woo..."

Soon another corpse was added.

Seeing this, the old king was quite lonely and lonely. He slowly walked towards the throne step by step, and looked down at the sleeping palace that was usually crowded.

Everyone is no longer there at this moment.

Buzz.
To be continued...