Chapter 5 Chapter 4 Seraph's Coffin

By the time Cesare and Adele arrived at the church, almost everyone else was there. More than 90% of the population of Marston are civilians living in the lower city. The nobles in the upper city have only a hundred families. Worship in the church of Seychelles College. Because it is a church call, people are a little groomed, the gentlemen wear solemn gowns, and the ladies wear plain dresses and delicate caps, and veils hang down to hide their faces.The students also came. The boys wore school uniforms, and the girls, like their mothers, put on plain skirts and veils to show their devotion to God.

Father Roman stood at the top of the podium. He was the headmaster of Berthe College and the highest-ranking clergyman in the city.He is kind and strict, and always wears a blood-red scarf over his priest's uniform.It was specially awarded by the Pope in order to reward him for his contribution to the Holy See. Father Roman said that he was wearing this bloody red scarf, which meant that he would dedicate his blood to God at any time. The church is still using a wheel-shaped candle chandelier, and thousands of candles burn under the dome, like stars in the sky.Father Roman stood under the star-like candlelight, like the silhouette of a god.No one spoke loudly, and everyone paid attention to Father Roman from a distance.

Adele carried her skirt and followed César through the crowd. Their arrival caused a small commotion. "Is this the soul-stirring girl you were talking about? It looks like a little girl." "You're still young, but look at her body, her waist, her legs, and her bulging chest. Even a woman like me would be moved by seeing her, let alone those shameless men?" "Wearing that dress to church, how much does this girl want to attract men's attention?" "I heard that she is the illegitimate daughter of a noble family in Fei Leng Cui. If you want to live a decent life, you have to marry a rich man, right?"

"She's not yet of marriageable age. When she can get married, won't there be bloodshed in the city?" "I heard that at this age, I still live with my brother. Young brothers and sisters who are alone, who knows what's going on..." The whispers of the women spread like the hiss of snakes rubbing their scales.The men also stretched their necks, looking for the legendary girl in the crowd.The legend about her is that when you see her, you will regret that you married too early. Even if you saw her when she was a baby, you would give up all the women in this world and wait for her to grow up slowly. .

Compared with her maverick elder brother, Adele has a greater reputation in Marston, and even the parents of the students have heard of her beauty.Her class is always full when it holds a choral concert, and those parents who are too busy to take care of their children on weekdays also gather together just to see the legendary Adele. In order to avoid trouble, she usually stays in the school building and does not go out. Today, the church called urgently, so she came here with her brother, which gave some people a rare opportunity.She also covered her face with a veil, but her slim figure was still clearly visible.That white dress was made on her twelfth birthday, and it fit well back then, but now it is so short that it shows her knees.But this ill-fitting dress has a breathtaking effect on her. The slender ankles, smooth forearms and graceful collarbone are all exposed. The beauty between a girl and an adult woman is like a god. sketch.

Women feel oppressed, especially when they lose to underage girls, which is really unsatisfactory. Adele approached her brother in fear, clinging tightly to his big arm, like a small animal that sensed danger but could not resist. César looked around coldly, and the crow-like voice immediately subsided.Facing César's cold eyes, the women huddled beside their husbands in fear like Adele, as if they were in an extremely cold air wave. Father Roman raised the golden cross above his head, and the mass officially began.The organ played solemn music, and the people sang: "David and Hibilla testify that the world will be melted in the fire, and that day will be the day of God's wrath. When the judge comes in the future, everything will be questioned in detail, Strict reckoning, how I shall tremble!"

The song, titled "Day of Wrath," praises God's legions of angels. In the eyes of many people, "angels" are God's messengers. They have a glorious appearance and wings. They travel back and forth to deliver God's will and rescue believers in trouble.According to the teachings of the Holy Messiah, angels are actually an army, an army created by God to defend the kingdom of heaven.They use holy light as their armor and flames as their weapons. When they appear collectively, it looks like half the sky is burning with flames.Before the appearance of human beings, the demons in hell launched tens of thousands of attacks on the kingdom of heaven, and each time they were defeated by legions of angels.

The angels are not all human, some of them are like chariot wheels, but the wheels are full of eyes, and those eyes shoot out flames. They rolled through the depths of hell, and the devils were reduced to ashes.There are also some angels who are like huge pendulums, standing up to the sky and the ground. When he finishes swinging, the devils on the entire battlefield have come to the end of their fate. According to such a legend, the Pope declared that the Crusader Guards were God's army on earth, just as the angels were God's army in heaven.Believers should respect and love the Crusaders as much as they love the angels.

Whenever the Crusaders enter the battle, the church will hold a "requiem mass", and believers sing "Day of Wrath" to pray for the soldiers. The music is getting louder and louder, like the rising tide of the sea, gradually pushing towards the arc-shaped dome.People sang loudly, with devout expressions, except for César, who moved his lips but did not make any sound. He was thinking about the crisis facing the small town right now. The cavalry who passed by outside the city during the day wore the military emblem of the "Glorious Holy Sword" and were equipped with Stein heavy machines. They were undoubtedly the main cavalry regiment of the Crusaders.There is also the Blazing Knights, those blazing cavalry who are regarded as treasures by the Pope, each is a rare battlefield controller, and the loss of any one will make the Pope heartbroken.

The "army of immovability" was dispatched in full force, which showed that the enemy was very strong, so strong that the pope had to bet all his chips. So who is the leader of the Great Xia Army?Is it really that person?The man who claimed to be able to create a hurricane in the entire west with just one wing? If that person really came, this would be the decisive battle between East and West. Four years after the Ceylon War, the decisive battle finally broke out.But why did it happen to Marston?Marston is just a slow-paced hot springs town.César sensed some kind of crisis, but couldn't interpret it. The information was too limited, and there was only a fog in his mind.

He regressed. It turned out that in the past three years, he was so inactive and wasted his time. When the crisis hit his face, he realized that he had become weaker.People are like weapons. If they are not used for a long time, they will gradually decay from the inside. It is like a spear that has built countless meritorious deeds. It has been hung on the wall of a church for hundreds of years. Suddenly it broke. Today, he is just an abandoned pawn. After the chant, Lord Poincaré, the mayor, took Father Roman's place on the platform. All eyes were focused on Poincaré, and the breathing became lighter. It was very clear to everyone that at this time everyone was not called just to hold a mass, but there were more important things to announce.In the upper city, the church served as a distribution center for information, and the various orders of the mayor were written as notices and posted on the outer wall of the church. Poincaré straightened his short blond hair, and his sea-blue eyes seemed to be filled with starlight.This is a handsome man who is a pity to be the mayor. But he is really competent. He manages the small town calmly and keeps everything in order. He also has a good at dancing. Whether it is the nobles in the city or the nobles who come to Marston for vacation, they all have a good impression of him. .Many people said that with Poincaré's ability, it would be more than enough to manage a big city ten times that of Marston, but Poincaré said that he was a lazy person and had no interest in doing big things, but he wanted to leave Marston's hot springs. , maybe his arthritis will attack.In this way he was the mayor of Marston for a full ten years. "Gentlemen and ladies, frankly speaking, what I bring today is bad news. The troops of the Papal State and the Great Xia Federation have arrived at the Parthian Plain near Marston, and a large-scale war is about to break out around us." Poincaré cut to the chase, "War on a world scale." There was a gasping sound from the audience, and people crossed themselves one after another. "Please be quiet, please be quiet. Wars belong to wars. Marston is a neutral city, and wars have nothing to do with us." Poincaré added, "Both the Papal States and the Great Xia Federation are huge countries, and they will definitely abide by the neutral country contract. The Pope When I passed by, I prayed for Marston, someone saw it with my own eyes, and General Chu Shunhua of the Great Xia Army also sent An Minxin, saying that the Great Xia Army will definitely abide by military discipline and guarantee that there will be no crime against the residents of the neutral country." "That oriental man named Chu Shunhua is very reasonable." Someone said happily. "Not all pagans are bad people." Someone echoed. Sure enough, it was Chu Shunhua, that man who soared into the sky.Cesar's eyes twitched slightly. Those who say that Chu Shunhua is "very reasonable" and "not a bad person" probably heard the name "Chu Shunhua" for the first time.But it's no wonder that there are too few Westerners who really understand Daxia. In the concept of most Westerners, Daxia is the "Land of Dragons" far in the east of the world. It is famous for its porcelain and is also the hometown of silk. In the Land of Silver, the nobles of Jade Lengcui are proud to entertain guests with high-end porcelain produced in Daxia, and feather yarn and dyed silk produced in Daxia are often used in the most advanced noble women's clothing. People also know that the capital of Daxia is "Luoyi". There is a thousand-year-old Daming Palace in Luoyi. The oriental girls in green sleeves and neon clothes, their skin is like jade, their eyes are like stars, and their long sleeves are scented with a dark fragrance, gentle and affectionate.At night, the son of heaven passed on a banquet to all the officials, and the girls performed music and dances. The singing was so beautiful that even wild geese could not get away from circling in the air. But the fact that is often overlooked is that Daxia is also the "country of crossbows", "country of iron smelting" and "country of shipbuilding". Can easily cut off the Western epee: Daxia's shipbuilding technology is a hundred years ahead of the West. Although Western technicians have built steam fast boats, so far they have not been able to imitate the super heavy wooden sailboats of the Daxia Navy. With 120 bronze cannons, it can be called an "unsinkable fortress" in naval battles. The emergence of red mercury and shadow metal has greatly improved the technical level of Iruber, but the superiors all admit that due to insufficient production capacity, the army created by new technology is still unable to shake the strong foundation of Great Xia for hundreds of years. The more frightening legend about Daxia is that it is the "Witch Country", and the "witch" who was denounced as heresy by the Holy See still enjoys the highest status in Daxia.There, they are called "witches". The Taimiao, which enshrines the spirits of the ancestors of Daxia, is always under the control of the witches. The leader of the witches is called "Xingjian". Great Xia's national fortune. As for Chu Shunhua, he was the son of Daxia's predecessor, Xingjian, and his father was the former emperor of Daxia. The love between the emperor and Xingjian is absolutely forbidden, so Chu Shunhua is a taboo son. Although he is the eldest son of the empire, he is not qualified to inherit the throne. The one who inherits the throne is his younger brother Chu Zhaohua. He is the Duke of Jianguo. Westerners gave Chu Shunhua a nickname, they called him "Great Xia Dragon Sparrow". The dragonfinch is a legendary creature, a kind of phoenix. It is not as colorful and gorgeous as the orthodox phoenix. It is completely black, and there is a jewel-like shimmer on its feathers.But it is the most ferocious of the phoenixes. Although it is a bird's body, it has a dragon neck and a dragon head. It looked like an ordinary water bird in its infancy. It preyed on small fish at the junction of sea water and river water. The more it grows , the more amazing the size, gradually leaving the mouth of the river and going to the depths of the sea.As it dives deeper and deeper, its prey gets bigger and bigger, and finally it starts preying on long whales. When that day came, when it was about to flap its wings and fly, the sea split open from the middle, and the sparrow spread its black wings covering the sky, covering the sun, moon, and stars. This is how the tsunami was formed.Once it took off, it never set down again. With the stars on its wings, it hovered above the continent of Orasia. Human beings rarely saw it, because it left the clouds far away under its feet. This is an extremely ferocious and lonely bird. Westerners call Chu Shunhua this way, which can be said to be respected or feared. People who met Chu Shunhua for the first time said that he was very low-key, handsome and elegant, gentle and humble, but the more you get to know him deeply, the more you will tremble in front of him. The first time Chu Shunhua was exposed to the eyes of Westerners was when the new emperor of Daxia came to the throne, and the ambassador of the Kingdom of Charlemagne traveled thousands of miles to Luoyi, the capital of Daxia, to submit his credentials.Chu Shunhua dressed like a secretary, stood behind the young emperor, did not reveal his identity, and did not say a word from the beginning to the end. After returning to the Kingdom of Charlemagne, the master said to King Charlemagne, I met the most powerful man in the East in Luoyi this time, and I don't want to meet that man on the battlefield.Duke Charlemagne thought the ambassador was talking about the twelve-year-old emperor, and frowned, saying that you, a meritorious knight who has killed hundreds of people, would tremble in front of a twelve-year-old boy?The ambassador said, at that time, the emperor was not in my eyes at all. I only had the secretary behind the emperor in my eyes. I don’t know who he is, but with him, the Great Xia Federation will remain an unshakable power for decades. . Within three months, Chu Shunhua proved the ambassador's insight with his actions. He bloodbathed the Daxia imperial court and sent all the officials who despised the new emperor to the gallows. Yield before him and propose him to be the Duke of Jianguo. As expected, the Dragon Sparrow took off, and the strong wind that rolled up even affected the west. Chu Shunhua may be very reasonable, and he may not be a bad person, but he can easily order the destruction of a city when needed. Those who evaluate power should not use the principles of evaluating ordinary people.The emperor Nero, who was burned at the gallows, once said that when a man reached the pinnacle of power, he could not even be regarded as a "human being". "The incident happened suddenly. In order to ensure everyone's safety, I can only resort to coercive measures." Poincaré bowed deeply, "Let me first apologize for what happened next." He clapped his hands loudly, and the iron gates on the glass windows in all directions slammed down, and all the iron gates of the entrance and exit were closed, and the church entered a closed state. In ancient times, churches were usually the strongest buildings in a city, built with solid granite or limestone, and the gates were made of black iron or giant wood, as strong as city gates.In times of war, if the city gates were lost, the residents would move into the church and stand by with a small number of troops. The church at Berthe College is exactly that kind of old-fashioned church, but most people have forgotten that it has such a function. The sound of iron hooves approached quickly, and the mounted police came on horseback and blocked the door of the church.They had long spears on their saddles, short-barreled muskets crossed at their waists, and sharp fighting swords on their backs, as if they were about to go to the battlefield.The captain of the mounted police got off his horse and strode up to Lord Poincaré, "Your Highness, this church has been sealed off according to your order. From now on, no one can enter without your permission!" The crowd was in an uproar.They are all respectable people in Marston City, how have they ever been insulted like this? "Poincaré! Do you know what you are doing?" Several grumpy Patriarchs roared, "How dare you imprison us here?" "Please listen to me! Please listen to me!" Poincaré held up his hands and looked around. "I don't think anyone here has personally experienced war." People look at me and I look at you.War is indeed strange to them. They were born and raised here, and they are completely insulated from war. "I haven't either. But I know that the war is different from what most people present imagined. Indeed, we are protected by the neutral country contract, and the supreme commanders of the Papal State and the Great Xia Federation have also stated that they will abide by the neutral country contract to ensure our safety. , but that is only the official attitude... and war is chaos!" Poincaré exclaimed, "tens of thousands of heavily armed men gathered near Marston, and their profession is to kill. Of course, in the vast majority In most cases, they will abide by military discipline, but what about extreme cases? Please think about it, when the losing side retreats, the soldiers can't find the officers, and the officers can't find the soldiers. In that case, who can restrain those who just Soldiers who have killed people? If their retreat route happens to pass through Marston, who can guarantee that they will not take the opportunity to loot? They will stretch their bloody hands on your property, and worse, your wives and daughters!" "Oh! My God!" The men nervously hugged the female relatives beside them. Not long ago, they sang hymns to pray for the blessings of the Crusaders, and it was reasonable to praise the heretic named Chu Shunhua, but now they only had two emotions of disgust and fear in their hearts. In their eyes, the Great Xia Army has turned into a brutal beast, which will stretch out its sharp claws to their delicate wives and daughters. "In this case, we need a shelter. You are all the noble families of our Marston. If something happens, Marston will cease to exist. Although this church is not strong enough to withstand the army, but It’s not a problem to stop the atrocities of a few soldiers, I have sent the most elite mounted police here to ensure everyone’s safety.” Poincaré bowed deeply again, “The curfew has been issued, and no one is allowed to go out tonight. You are not allowed to leave this church! The incident happened suddenly, and as a mayor, I must take urgent measures, sorry!" After listening to his explanation, people's anger subsided slightly, replaced by uneasiness, only the women still complained in a low voice, saying that if they had explained their words earlier, they would have packed up their valuable jewelry and brought them with them before coming to church. What if the servant who stayed at home stole property in this situation? "Tonight may be the longest night in Marston's history. To be honest, my heart is in a mess at the moment. I wish I could stay here and drink with everyone to relieve my anxiety, but there are still many troubles. Wait for me to deal with it, let me take my leave first, and talk to the mounted police if you need anything." Poincaré sighed, "After this matter is over, the city hall will hold a grand banquet, and I will take out The good wine in the cellar, I apologize to everyone." He left in a hurry, the heavy iron door closed behind him, the mounted policeman turned the brass key, and the last entrance and exit of the church was also sealed. People looked dignified and gathered in different corners to whisper.A moment ago they felt that the war had nothing to do with them, but now a huge black shadow weighed on their hearts, and everyone felt heavy. It was raining outside, and the drizzle enveloped the white city, with silver droplets bouncing on the blue brick ground. It was obviously warm in April, but it was surprisingly cold. The captain of the mounted police put a thick black cloak on Poincaré's shoulders. "It's really a suitable weather for funerals." Poincaré said lightly, looking up at the night sky. "The curfew has come into force. The city has been completely emptied. Knight Veron has already entered the city. He is waiting for you at the station." The captain of the mounted police said expressionlessly. "That vulture flew so fast, did you smell the smell of flesh and blood?" Poincaré smiled. The smile was perfect, but not as vivid as usual, hanging on his face like a cold mask.He had been a mayor in Marston for ten years, but no one had seen his face in ten years, so indifferent and chilling. Regarding Poincaré, the Marstonites also overlooked many things. For example, as a middle-aged man who is busy with entertainment, he has never gained weight, and has always maintained a healthy body that is no less than that of young people; another example is that he is so considerate. , loved by all, but without a pretty wife to help him in the house; and he was too handsome, and occasionally, when he stood silently at a distance, he was as perfect as a well-wrought sculpture. Poincaré took a deep breath of the rainy air: "I have been a mayor in this city for ten years, and I think it is the most beautiful tonight, because those noisy crows are all locked up." He turned his head to glance at the church behind him, shook his cloak and stepped into the wind and rain. A man in a black coat stood on the platform, looking at the dimly lit city in the distance, with the cigarettes on his fingertips flickering. Marston Railway Station is just a small station. There is only one train arriving in Marston every other day. During the peak tourist season, that train will add luxury carriages to transport VIPs who are willing to pay high prices.But from the map, you will find that the railway hub is located near the city of Marston. This small city that seems to be at ease is actually only a few kilometers away from the most modern transportation lines. The gas lamps on the high places made the railway tracks reflect brightly, and the mountains were filled with the sound of rustling rain. The supreme leader of the Republic of Gaowen is the Elector of Gaowen. After the war alarm was issued, the Elector has announced that all the railways under his jurisdiction have been suspended. A small station like Marston's is even more lonely. Under the curfew order, the management personnel of the station also stay behind closed doors. The sound of low footsteps came from behind, and the smoking man dusted off the cigarette ash, took out his pocket watch and glanced at it. Poincaré walked up to the man and shook the water droplets off the cloak.They shook hands from their sleeves, both wearing white gloves with identical iron rings. This is a handshake.In ancient times, when knights met each other, they would take off the gauntlet of their right hand and shake hands. This was a friendly expression, indicating that they did not hold weapons in their hands. Gradually, the handshake ceremony evolved into a specific etiquette among knights.People in Marston probably would not have imagined that their city magistrate actually holds the title of knight, and anyone with the title of knight can control the mobile armor. "The curfew has been issued. The nobles are under house arrest in the church. The common people are afraid to go to the streets because of the martial law. This city is yours now." Poincaré whispered, "No one will know that Gawain The Republic once helped Blazing Iron Riders transport those things." "As expected of 'Smiling Poincaré'." The smoking man praised lightly, "A senior is a senior." "Smiling Poincaré", this is a prominent title, and everyone in Marston knows him.He was born in Gawain Republic and was once a member of Blazing Sky Knights. After retiring, he returned to his hometown and served the Elector of Gawain Republic. He was known as the first knight of Gawain Republic.It never occurred to the Marstonians that their city magistrate was the aloof First Knight of the Republic. He's really good at running cities, but his real specialty is killing.He was well-known in the Blazing Knights back then. The so-called "Smiling Poincaré" meant that no matter how many enemies he killed, he would keep a warm smile. "The world was once ours, but it is yours now, Chevalier Peron." Poincaré said. The smoking man smiled slightly: "I've also retired, and today's Blazing Knights is the era of Rundstedt." "Vulture" Veron, this is also a disturbing name, but few people know it.Like Poincaré, he was once a member of the Blazing Knights. After retiring, he was transferred to the Intelligence Section of the Bureau of Inquisition of the Papal State as the section chief. This is an active soldier of the Papal State. At this moment, he should never appear in Marston City. Because of the nickname Vulture, many people speculated that Veron was a bald, vicious man.But unexpectedly, he was young and handsome, no less than Poincaré, with a light beard and a masculine and charming smile.Blazing Knights is one of the core secrets of the Papal Kingdom. All countries are studying it, but the information is incomplete, but the things the girls care about are surprisingly accurate. They are all young and handsome, even the retired knight No exception. As the spy chief, Veron always goes to the place where the war is about to break out before the army to collect intelligence, so in a sense he is a moving war coordinates.The scavenger-eating birds of the Iruber vulture are an ominous symbol. It is said that they often hover over the head of the dying person, waiting for the person to fall down to eat the corpse. If the vulture stares at you, it means that you are about to die. . All countries are very afraid of the blazing cavalry, but compared with the godlike majestic and ghostly terrifying leader of the blazing knights, Lundstedt, the vulture Veron is even more unpopular with all countries. "I heard that the Elector Gawain held a concubine selection meeting in Vienna today?" Veron said. "There must be some movement to show that he has nothing to do with this war," Poincaré said. "If the news leaks out, you and I have to bear full responsibility." "It doesn't matter, the Bureau of Inquisition of Heresy is responsible for the blame." Veron smiled. Poincaré took out his pocket watch and glanced at it. It was nine o'clock in the evening in one minute. "Don't worry, he is always punctual." Veron shrugged, "What did you say? Punctuality is the emperor's virtue." As if to prove his words, the ground shook slightly.A train was approaching Marston Station at a very high speed, but there was no light in the dark night.This is an unscheduled train, which came into the station with rain and strong wind, and Poincaré's cloak and Peron's windbreaker were all flying up, making a whirring sound. At exactly nine o'clock, the train stopped at the edge of the platform, the steam engine spit out thick white smoke, and the precision machinery made a velvet-like friction sound. "As I said, he is always punctual." Veron smiled. No marks can be seen on the pitch-black body, nor can the person escorting the car be seen.This train did not add passenger carriages, but added twelve fully sealed freight carriages. For some reason, a thin layer of hoarfrost hung on the outer walls of the carriages.Although the night was cold, it was far from being frosty. Poincaré reached out and touched the outer walls of some carriages and could still feel the biting chill through his gloved fingertips. "If you're curious, why don't you go up and have a look?" Veron smiled slightly and jumped up.Poincaré followed closely behind. The driver of the train did not show up from the beginning to the end, but he seemed to know that they were waiting for the train. When Veron opened the door, the train restarted and rushed into the boundless rain. The temperature in the carriage was below freezing, and the walls were covered with brass pipes, all of which were covered with hoarfrost.This is the so-called low-temperature truck, which is used to transport a very small number of goods that cannot be exposed to high temperatures, usually the precious ingredients of the noble family.The bluefin tuna caught in the northern ice sea is not divided, and the whole is placed in a low-temperature compartment. It arrives in the capitals of various countries within a few days, and is eaten by kings and nobles at grand banquets. But what was placed in this low-temperature compartment were long wooden crates, one by one, and fastened together with iron chains. Veron glanced at Poincaré, drew a dagger from his waist, and bent down to cut open the wooden crate.The goods in the box were exposed, it was a large coffin made of black iron!This turned out to be a hearse, which brought dozens of iron coffins to Marston! "Hallelujah." Poincaré crossed himself on his chest, carefully examining the iron coffin. It is in the shape of a slender hexagon, and the heavy iron cover is engraved with holy words and holy emblems. There are also some complicated patterns, like a group of entangled snakes, which should be some kind of ancient mark. Only in a very few remote places, coffins are made of cast iron and engraved with holy words and holy emblems, which is to prevent the resurrection of the dead.Those who were buried in iron coffins were not ordinary dead, but some kind of vision appeared before death, making his relatives suspect that he had been possessed by a demon. Sealed in an iron coffin.The holy emblem is used to ward off evil spirits, and the meaning of the holy words is that future generations shall never open this coffin.It is said that on a stormy night, people can still hear the sound of scraping metal with nails in the cemetery. Veron whistled softly: "Believe me, although this is not the first time this kind of coffin has been opened, there is still a feeling of doubting reality every time I open it." He took the key from the chain around his neck and pressed the button at the end. The front end of the key bounced off in the shape of an eight-pointed star, with tooth-shaped patterns on the edge.He inserted the key into the lock on the coffin and turned it hard.There was a slight sound of machinery running inside the coffin, and then the coffin was separated left and right along the zigzag pattern, and the blue, icy cold air gushed out. There is ice in the coffin, and the real goods can be seen through the hard ice layer... The demon god sleeps quietly under the ice, a cold glow flows on the metal iron surface, and the black eyes are like an abyss. As a former blazing cavalry, it was also the first time for Poincaré to come into contact with such core secrets, and he couldn't help trembling slightly. "This is... Seraphim?" He held his breath and asked softly. "Yes, the original blazing iron cavalry armor, so far no country has been able to imitate it." Veron said in a low voice, "We call them 'Seraphim', it is this kind of thing that destroyed the Roman Empire in World War I Strong' Black Knights." "Have you worn it?" Veron shook his head: "No, I'm not qualified." At this time, the train pulled out of the lights of the platform, and in the darkness where you can't see your fingers, Poincaré suddenly saw a dark purple gleam flowing in the pair of dark eye holes, as if a demon god opened his eyes! "Get out of the way!" Veron exclaimed. As a former member of the Blazing Knights, Poincaré's reaction was not unpleasant. His sword skills were so exquisite that he could split a flying butterfly from the middle into two identical halves, but this time he was slow!The ice suddenly cracked, Seraph reached out and locked Poincaré's neck. The iron hand was covered with thorns like thorns, and the sharp thorns tore Poincaré's cloak.Even more frightening than this was the force from that hand. Poincaré wore light body armor under his coat, which could block musket bullets, and the neckline was reinforced with steel rings, but the steel rings were deforming. and crash. In desperation, Poincaré flipped his hands, pulled out the firecracker hidden in his waist, and fired it at Seraph's eyes.Seraphim turned his head slightly, and the bullet bounced off after hitting his forehead.Seraph held Poincaré up from the ice, and a straight sharp blade popped out from his wrist. There is no doubt that his next move would be to sever Poincaré's throat. "Rundstedt! Stop it! That's the secret envoy of the Gawain Republic!" Bellon shouted.