The time and airflow in Franklin Hall seemed to freeze. The nobles gripped the armrests in their hands, many with knuckles turning white from tension, their faces controlled by fear.

The light reflected from the distant French windows dimmed, isolating everything here from the world.

The timid dignitaries lowered their heads, avoiding direct eye contact with Morodian, afraid of being the first to be targeted.

Although they were both nobles of the empire, they knew very well that on the level of living beings, Morodian was a terrifyingly powerful figure completely different from them, closer to a god.

"I didn't expect it would have to come to this today."

Morodian still smiled, but his aura had completely changed.

This most sacred place of the Protoss Empire, with its ancient, immortal crystal beam roof, spacious hexagonal interior, and magnificent mosaic floors, all paled in comparison, as if plunged into a different dimension due to Duke Morodian's attack.

A miasma of corpse energy permeated the ground, as if it could connect a space channel to the depths of hell at any moment, devouring everything around it, not even light could escape, like a black hole.

And for those below the seventh rank, once swallowed, only bones would remain in the next second.

In this oppressive and dim barrier, the sound of corrosion crackled from time to time, and everyone could feel the powerful and irresistible primal aura of Morodian's necromancy.

The former Duke Morodian Berenhard may have been slightly inferior to a cardinal of the Rebirth Church.

Now, in a short period of time, his true strength had improved by leaps and bounds for some unknown reason, even to the point where he could erode even the Great Sage Isis's barrier!

"Bishop Amylase, do you want to intervene on behalf of the Rebirth Church or the Mourning Branch?"

Morodian glanced at Amylase, the Mourning Bishop, and asked.

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

Amylase shook her head and replied indifferently.

She believed that she had made her words very clear, and the people of the empire could see that no matter what the final outcome was today, it would not impose any responsibility on the Rebirth Church as a whole.

Now, no matter whether she takes action or helps anyone with the mess of the Protoss Empire, it will not benefit her in any way.

If Duke Morodian wins, the Rebirth Church will no longer have any good cooperation with this country. She is not a madman like Askesang who likes to seek skin from a tiger.

If Duke Morodian loses, Sigrid will be the winner of the bishop election today, and she doesn't need to risk helping Sigrid, a cardinal who obviously has rebellious intentions against the Pope.

"Very good."

Morodian nodded, indicating that he would not interfere with the Mourning Bishop.

The Mourning Bishop didn't say a word, her body turned into a stream of water, and disappeared into the Franklin National Congress Hall.

After a long time, all the strong men stared at Duke Morodian, falling into a stalemate. They could all be sure that the unstable factor of the Mourning Bishop had left.

Sigrid's fists bulged with veins, and she gritted her teeth, but was unable to attack.

The Great Sage Isis, in a combat-ready posture, continued to strengthen the barrier with a solemn expression, protecting all the people of the empire in the seats.

Defense is always more difficult than offense, let alone protecting so many people.

Now, the only ones who could fight Morodian were Sigrid and her three demon summons.

But the problem was that once the fight started, even if Isis did her best, the barrier would probably not be able to withstand it.

Among the three demon summons, only one was good at defense, but she couldn't completely block Duke Morodian's attacks.

If a battle broke out, even if Sigrid and the other two summons could defeat Duke Morodian together, not only the National Congress Building, but the entire Herlom, would not know how many people would be killed or injured!

At this moment, all the dignitaries at the highest point of the imperial capital Herlom and the nearby residents had become Morodian's hostages!

"Isis, swear to me by your elven contract that you will let me leave today and stop everyone who wants to stop me. In addition, you must also swear that as long as I let these people in the National Congress Hall go today, you will never attack me in the future."

Morodian stared at Isis and said with a cruel smile.

"..."

Isis's expression was calm, but the magic power fluctuations on her body, which were no longer so stable, clearly made people feel her anger.

Morodian's conditions were obviously unfair.

Especially the second one, which meant that if she fought Morodian again in the future, she could only let him slaughter her.

But if she didn't agree, Morodian would kill everyone here today!

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

"Don't agree to him, Lord Isis!"

A high-spirited imperial nobleman shouted.

From a general perspective, Morodian's conditions must not be agreed to.

In the next second, his neck was grabbed by Morodian from the air, as if it could be broken at any moment.

"Lord Isis, I don't want to do this either, but my patience is limited. I'll give you ten seconds to consider."

Morodian looked at Isis.

He knew very well what kind of personality Isis, the protector of the Protoss Empire, had.

Although this elf seemed indifferent and ruthless.

In fact, she cared about the short lives of humans more than anyone else, and she was an old-fashioned person who valued promises more than her own life.

He believed that Isis would agree to him.

Downstairs in the National Congress Building, watching the drastic changes on the top floor, which was shrouded in dark purple, the surrounding police officers began to urgently evacuate citizens and reporters.

"Nine—"

"Don't be silly, Great Sage!"

"Morodian, you scum of the Protoss!"

"Is there anyone who can come and save..."

At this time, around all the giant screens between the buildings, in addition to the chaotic and surging crowds, there were still people calling anxiously under the screens, shouting loudly, and even clasping their hands together in prayer.

If at this moment.

If there could be another cardinal-level powerhouse present.

The balance would be instantly broken, blocking Duke Morodian's conspiracy and momentum!

But they couldn't think of anyone who would come to help them.

On the top floor of the National Congress Building, a few seconds had passed in an instant.

"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 was like a death knell, heavily striking everyone's heart.

And everyone present had become his prisoner, unable to escape, and could only feel the approaching omen of death deep in their hearts.

"Two—"

Morodian's countdown finally made Isis, who was struggling and whose fingertips were about to dig into her palms, look up.

There was an apologetic look of helplessness in her eyes.

But it was not directed at the group of imperial hostages, but at Sigrid, meaning—sorry, I can't defeat Duke Morodian with you today.

Although Sigrid's heart was roaring with anger, facing Isis's choice, seeing the sad tenderness in Isis's eyes, Sigrid could only return her respect. She respected the Great Sage's choice.

At this critical moment, Duke Morodian's eyes were full of confidence in his escape, flashing with perfect calculation. Every step he took had been carefully considered.

He came here today, and there was no possibility of defeat, because his identity, status, and power had already laid the foundation for everything.

At the same time, the fear of the others in the National Congress Hall was increasingly replaced by anger.

They were indignant at Duke Morodian's crimes, but felt powerless in the face of his power, and were also remorseful and guilty for dragging down the Great Sage.

Today, they could only watch him prepare to escape, but were unable to stop him.

"I..."

Just as the Great Sage gritted her teeth and opened her mouth, at the moment when Morodian finally showed a smile.

In the closed National Congress Hall, a gentle wind inexplicably began to blow.

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There is one more chapter, almost finished, I will finish it before 9:30

(End of this chapter)