Game of the World Tree

"Master Bishop! Master Bishop! It's not good! The nobles opened the inner city gate and surrendered! The rebels have entered the city! Now they are heading towards the palace and the church!"

In the Eternal Cathedral in Mannia City, Bishop Wenster knelt down in front of the statue of the Eternal Lord, and listened to the terrified message of the church monks behind him, and he moved slightly.

He was silent for a moment, then nodded lightly:

"I see."

"Master Wenster..."

Beside Bishop Winster, the young queen gripped the corner of his shirt tightly, with a nervous expression on her face, her smiling face wrinkled into a ball.

Looking at the little His Majesty, whose expression was nervous, worried, and dazed, Bishop Winster's eyes were a little complicated.

He stretched out his hand and shook the girl's cold little hand, and said softly:

"My Majesty... the rebels entered the city, the nobles surrendered, and this place is no longer safe."

"But...but didn't your lords say that we still have 30,000 guards?"

asked the young queen nervously.

Bishop Winster shook his head slightly:

"My Majesty, there are no guards anymore. The rebels who came in from outside are the guards."

Teresa II was stunned, her expression stunned.

"Why...why did everyone rebel...Did I do something wrong? I...I can correct...I can correct..."

She muttered nervously to herself.

Seeing the girl's apprehensive and terrified look, Bishop Winster's eyes flashed a trace of unbearableness.

He sighed softly and said:

"My Majesty...it's too late."

"I have prepared a secret passage for you to the outside of the city. Put on your civilian clothes and escape from there quietly."

After listening to Bishop Winster's words, Teresa II's eyes widened, and it seemed unacceptable.

"No! I don't want it! I am the queen of the empire and the ruler of the Holy Mania Empire! The empire is in danger, how can I escape at this time!"

She said softly and firmly.

Bishop Winster was slightly taken aback.

He looked at the girl's young, but firm face, and shook his head gently:

"No... my majesty..."

"The general trend of history cannot be stopped. Everything has an end. From the moment your grandmother died, the future of the empire has been doomed..."

"It's not your fault."

"You don't have to, and it doesn't make sense, to be buried with you for the sake of the empire."

After speaking, he ordered the two female pastors of the Eternal Church:

"What are you still doing? Help Your Majesty replace Eve, and leave here quickly."

"No, I don't want it!"

Teresa II struggled.

Although she is less than fifteen years old, she has a good extraordinary talent, and already has the strength of silver rank at a young age.

With her resistance, the two priests were helpless for a while.

"Master Wenster! I am the Queen of the Empire! As a citizen of the Empire, you must obey my orders! I don't want to run away! I don't want to run away!"

Teresa II struggled.

Seeing the little queen who refused to escape, Bishop Winster had a headache.

He sighed and wanted to say something, but heard an old voice behind him:

"Heh, Linus, after so many years, you still won't take children..."

Bishop Winster paused slightly.

He turned around slowly, only to see a figure in a white robe appeared in the church at an unknown time.

It is none other than the legendary mage Daniel, known as the guardian of the royal family.

"Dan... Daniel-sama..."

Bishop Winster subconsciously wanted to salute, but the legendary old mage turned a blind eye to him after he mocked him at first.

The legendary mage took a sip from the wine bag and came to Teresa, who was slumped on the ground and stopped struggling.

I don't know when, all the clergy in the church fell into a deep sleep, and only the Bishop Wenster, Teresa II, and the old mage were left.

"Daniel...Grandpa..."

Seeing the legendary mage, Teresa grabbed the corner of the opponent's clothes as if she had found a life-saving straw:

"I... I don't want to leave here, can you save the empire?"

Daniel sighed softly.

He reached out and touched the little queen's head, like an elder comforting the child.

"Little Teresa..."

He said softly:

"Tell me, do you really want to be a queen?"

Teresa paused slightly.

She was stunned, slowly lowered her head, and was silent for a while.

I saw her clutching the corner of her clothes, pursing her lips, and said sadly:

"But...but this is the mission left by my grandmother..."

"As a member of the Tres family, I must shoulder my own responsibilities..."

The old mage shook his head:

"This is just a mission imposed on you by the family. You cannot control the outcome of the empire, and now... I declare in the name of the current Patriarch of Tres that your mission... has been completed."

"Child, you don't need to hold on any longer, you can already be freed from the cage of the queen."

The little queen was silent.

And speaking, the old mage helped the girl to stroke some messy hair again, with gentle eyes:

"Teresa..."

"Didn't you once say when you were a child that you wanted to travel the entire continent and go outside to see this colorful world?"

"Drop everything and come with me."

"I'll take you to fulfill those wishes that you haven't fulfilled yet..."

Teresa was slightly shocked.

She was silent for a moment, slowly raised her head, and looked at the old mage sadly, and there seemed to be crystals flowing in her eyes:

"I... can I really let go?"

"I'm not a qualified queen, I didn't manage the empire well, can I really let go of everything?"

"Silly boy……"

The old mage sighed softly:

"Don't blame yourself, it's not your fault."

As he spoke, a soft halo emanated from his hand, covering the girl's body, and Teresa's excited emotions gradually calmed down under the soft light.

Gradually, the girl fell into a deep sleep.

"Go to sleep, child, when you wake up, the nightmare will pass."

The old mage said softly.

After speaking, he picked up the girl and left the church under Bishop Winster's complicated eyes.

During the whole process, Bishop Wenster didn't even look at him once.

Just before disappearing, the legendary mage left the last sentence:

"The palace has fallen, the young queen has died in the fire, the nobility, glory, history... everything is over."

After he finished speaking, the figures of him and Teresa completely disappeared from Bishop Winster's sight.

Looking at the direction in which the two disappeared, Bishop Winster looked complicated.

He sighed lightly, got up from the spot, performed purification magic, and woke up the sleeping priests and monks.

"Bishop... Your Excellency?"

The priests and monks rubbed their sleepy eyes, a little confused.

They seem to have completely forgotten about the Queen, as if they never had relevant memories.

"The rebels have entered the city, and the situation can no longer be reversed. You all pack up and leave."

Looking at the clergy who stayed behind in the Eternal Sanctuary, Bishop Winster said calmly.

The priests and monks looked at each other.

"Sir Bishop... Then... what about you?"

Someone couldn't help but ask.

"Me? I'm a member of the Tres family and the archbishop left behind. I'll be here until the last moment."

Bishop Winster said slowly.

After speaking, he sighed in a low voice:

"This is also my redemption..."

The clergy opened their mouths and looked at him with a confused and complicated look.

Some people sighed lightly, took off their holy robes sadly, and left one after another.

Others hesitated for a while, but after listening to the increasingly loud voices outside, they finally gritted their teeth and left unwillingly.

Soon, Bishop Winster was alone in the church.

He wasn't outraged by the departure of the other clergy, which seemed unsurprising.

I saw him sigh lightly, and bowed deeply in the direction of the eternal statue in the church.

Then, he also turned around and left the church.

Following Bishop Winster's movements, a little flame ignited behind him, and soon covered the church and the statue...

In the blink of an eye, the church was engulfed in flames.

Eternal idols cannot be desecrated.

Compared with the corruption of the church by the Life Cultists after the church was broken down, active destruction is the best choice.

After lighting the church, Bishop Winster slowly walked again and ascended the tower of the church.

Above the tower, the inner city can be seen in full view. The city gates in all directions have been breached, and the rebels are pouring into the streets and alleys like a torrent.

The western sky was billowing with smoke.

That was the direction of the palace, and a raging fire had already ignited, and the spectacular black clouds shot up into the sky.

Looking at the raging fire, Bishop Winster's eyes were dazed.

Inexplicably, he suddenly remembered the horse chestnut tree that he and Maria II planted in the palace.

I don't know if this fire also devoured the lush tree?

Thinking of this, Bishop Winster was a little sad.

He sighed secretly, put away his gaze in the direction of the palace, and looked at the streets of the inner city.

On the streets, the fugitive aristocrats and wealthy businessmen were in a hurry and there was chaos.

Indistinctly, the sound of artillery fire could still be heard coming from the distant inner city wall, and it seemed to be mixed with faint shouts of killing.

Some nobles who refused to surrender are calling on their companions on the main road, forming a sad, pitiful and respectable team, wearing badges and family long swords, and charging against the rebels coming from the end of the street...

However, their tragic and stubborn figures soon drowned in the tide of resistance after struggling for a while.

Seeing this scene, Winster seemed to see a similar scene on the tower when he was young.

However, at that time, the young Maria II, with the nobles and citizens who supported her, launched a charge against the rebellious nobles.

I don't know when, the citizens have already stood on the opposite side of the empire, the fallen court nobles have also turned their backs, and only these last noble knights are left, insisting on the last glory...

But like sand, it dissipated between heaven and earth.

A history full of legends and glory seems to have come to an end with this final charge.

Bishop Winster sighed slightly and looked sad.

Looking down on the city from the high tower, I saw that the entire city of Mania was flooded by the oppressive rebels, the golden armbands on their right arms shone in the sunlight, and the red flags fluttered in the streets and alleys. waving.

And the fastest rioters have come to the Eternal Cathedral, the headquarters of the Eternal Church, and poured into this former holy place that has begun to burn...

His eyes slowly retracted, and Bishop Winster shook his head slightly.

He let out a sigh of relief and sat down on his knees in the tower.

The valve of the long-standing memory gradually opened, and at this moment, he suddenly couldn't help recalling everything he had experienced from the time he remembered to the present for hundreds of years...

In his youthful years, he joined the church as an adult.

From an incognito and obscure little priest to a cardinal who dominates the affairs of one party.

From a rookie who can't even know magic, he has grown into a legendary cleric who is feared by everyone.

Nearly a hundred years have passed in a flash...

There has been happiness, there has been sadness, and everything, like a revolving lantern, jumped in Bishop Winster's mind.

But in the end, it was gathered in the innocent time spent in the palace as a child...

Carefree boy, innocent girl.

Hand in hand, they giggled and planted a emaciated little sapling in the garden.

Bishop Winster smiled slightly.

But soon, that smile slowly faded away and turned into a deep one.

Ignition light gathered around him, and quickly ignited the tower.

He stretched out his hand, reverently drew a sun sign on his chest, and muttered a prayer:

"O great and wise Lord..."

"You are the lord of mankind, you are the eternal light."

"Your brilliance will always shine on the earth, and your real name will always be passed down to the world..."

The flame keeps burning, burning...

Soon, the entire tower was covered, and the praying Bishop Winster was also submerged.

Bishop Winster's expression was calm, his face was pious and fanatical, and he let the flames devour himself.

In the end, everything was reduced to ashes in the fire.

...

Eternal Age July 14, 1073.

The Seventh Guard Corps of the Holy Mania Empire mutinied and launched an uprising together with the three major mercenary groups stationed on the outskirts of the city and the angry people in the city of Mania.

In less than two days, the castle of Doloria, the imperial palace, the aristocratic parliament, and the holy place of religion, the Eternal Cathedral, which symbolized the authority of the empire, fell one after another.

The nobles were divided among themselves, either surrendering or dying in resistance.

At the time, Queen Teresa II, who was only fourteen years old, set herself on fire in the palace.

Cardinal Winster, who remained at the Eternal Cathedral, was also martyred on the church tower.

Two days later, the insurgents successfully seized control of the city of Mania and announced the abolition of the feudal system.

They cleaned the big and small nobles in the inner city, confiscated all the property of the nobles and the church, and planted the banner of victory in every corner of the city...

The black-bottomed eagle flag belonging to the empire slowly came to an end.

When this shocking news spread all over the Segers continent, the world was in an uproar.