Chapter 1211: Chapter 306: Raging Tide III_2
Brand cast a glance around and discovered that Marquis Balta, the Commander of the White Lion Legion, and Count Yanilasu, the Admiral, were present, which made him involuntarily furrow his brows slightly. Yet, even so, the scene was one of elite forces.
Including the Highland Knight Commander, nearly all the strong ones of the Erune Realm of Elements were gathered here, those under Gold were as numerous as cattle. The strength of a nation was undoubtedly displayed here.
What kind of spectacle does the Cruz Empire show, aside from Brand, perhaps none here could imagine.
"Do you know them all?" Delphire couldn’t help but ask curiously beside him.
"Just a brief acquaintance." Brand replied.
As he answered, everyone stepped into the Holy Temple, still the Lockshebi Palace—
The place destined to leave a significant mark in history and now; before Brand entered this magnificent palace built in 277 of the First Epoch with Delphire beside him, he couldn’t help but lightly raise his head for a glance upward.
On the arch beams, the fresco of the final battle where the King of Flames drove out the Miner people was vividly colored, that famous Holy Sword, shining brilliantly, only the Ancestor aspired to sweep away all Darkness, only did their descendants possess such spirit?
Probably not entirely.
The main hall was silent—
The Holy Temple, unusually, as Moros, the bishop, first pushed the door open and entered, he glanced left and right, saying nothing. Two high-order priests followed him as he walked towards the center of the hall, everyone was stunned:
Something significant has happened!
Brand raised his head, squinting his eyes, and saw Anlek expressionless, while Duke Xifah beside him fearlessly stared at his niece opposite with a playful smile.
Princess Griffine’s face was calm and undisturbed, but the Royalists around her were looking solemn.
Clearly, there was discord between them.
Moros paused slightly, his somber face revealing no trace of emotion. He slowly raised his head, "Under the guidance of Martha, she would certainly feel gratified that her people have aspirations and pursue peace; because whether they are Cruz people or Eruein people, they at least prove the descendants of the King of Flames still uphold justice—"
"Yet," he shifted tone, his expression also cooled down: "Ambeser is now shrouded in dark. The Holy Temple is ineffective, allowing insignificant scum to rampage!"
"Before coming here, I received news—claims that among those present, someone has colluded with the Sheep-headed Sect believers. But I refuse to believe Erune’s noble Radiance could fall so low, I hope before the meeting begins, someone will stand out to prove their innocence!"
Upon Moros, the Great Priest’s statement, there was an uproar.
The hall was filled with whispered discussions. All were curiously looking around as if trying to find the spy hidden among the nobles.
Only Brand coldly glanced towards the north, where Duke Xifah, You Xi, and Vitokin appeared content, with a self-satisfied look, while Anlek displayed a detached, indifferent demeanor.
The North was already a solid bloc.
Brand turned his head back and found the Knights in blue in the south remained inactive, seemingly waiting to see what would happen.
Among the crowd, only Macaro looked disdainful, with Liwu’s face dark as water. "Despicable!" Brand heard the Countess say softly.
"Mr. Macaro, you know who I am talking about."
Moros’s gaze suddenly turned to the Royalist group.
"Ah!" someone in the crowd exclaimed, seemingly having anticipated something just now.
"Nonsense." Macaro replied coldly. He secretly furrowed his brows, the Holy Temple acted sooner than anticipated, which made him feel a bit pressured.
But with the opponent pushing step by step, have they prepared for war?
The Black Blade Legion was still on the Grey Mountain line without advancing, only a vanguard unit had reached Ambeser. What had emboldened the opponent so?
"I also know this is nonsense, but since it’s nonsense, I hope Mr. Macaro can expose this lie here and give us the truth."
"We must know; Erune Nobles cannot be slandered."
Moros quietly replied.
"Alright, though unnecessary, it is just a small gesture," Macaro answered coldly: "But before proving myself, may I ask, Lord of Priest, if you say so, is there any evidence?"
"Naturally."
"To be precise, I don’t have evidence, but I have a witness." Moros added.
An uproar followed.
Brand also raised an eyebrow—among the Royalists, there was a traitor! He instantly thought.
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