The huge halls, in the corners, golden gold, colorful gems, and various rare metals shining with gorgeous light, have accumulated into small hills.

It's really a small hill, without any exaggeration.

Such a huge hall, nearly one-tenth of the area is filled with these gold, silver and jewelry.

Qiao roughly estimated the price, and Mia and Mike had such a big mess. The military spending of the abyss robbed from the headquarters of the Royal Bank of Imperial China was probably less than one percent of the one here.

According to the estimates of the countries of Medland that supplement military expenditures to the abyss once a decade, the wealth here can allow the coalition forces of various countries in the Abyss Battlefield to fight continuously for thousands of years!

Of course, the wealth here cannot be calculated like this.

Because among those gold and silver jewelry, there are many gold coins, silver coins with poor casting skills, as well as armor, shields and weapons forged with precious metals. In those objects, large pieces of gems, pearls and other precious treasures are inlaid.

These gold coins, silver coins, armor, shields, etc. should be valued with "antiques" and "works of art", rather than simply measuring the value according to the market price of their raw materials.

By this calculation, the value of this pile of gold, silver and jewelry will soar more than ten times!

"The treasure of the Knights of the Suffering!" Qiao took a deep breath, looked at Ferdinand, who plunged into a pile of gold coins with a little shameless look.

In terms of blood, this guy is Qiao's biological grandfather!

But Joe really wants to say that he doesn't know this guy, and he has nothing to do with this guy!

Look at Ferdinand's virtue - half of his body pierced into the pile of gold coins, his legs trembling desperately outside, shaking, struggling, struggling, and trying hard to pierce his body into the deeper part of the pile of gold coins!

"It's like a hungry dog ​​that's rushing to eat!" Margaret III glared at Ferdinand in disgust, and quickly put a slap in the head of Mata XIII: "Dear, look, this is the good son you taught..."

Mata XIII's face was pitch black, with blue veins bulging on his forehead, and blue veins bulging on the back of his hand that was clenched into a fist.

He smiled dryly and said, "Anyway, he can't take over the throne, right?"

Margaret III looked at Qiao Xuan.

Qiao Xuan and the janitor No. 7 looked at Qiao at the same time.

Margaret III said frankly: "Of course, he has no chance...Salian, no chance...the throne belongs to Joe."

Joe shrugged.

The throne?

He was not interested in that thing.

However, since it was the exchange of interests between Qiao Xuan and Margaret III... Then, for the peace of Medland and the happiness of the people of the empire, he could only reluctantly do so!

He said very carefully: "His Highness Salian can be the auxiliary king, and Hesen can be the prime minister of the empire!"

Margaret III and Mata XIII rolled their eyes at the same time.

Let Hesen be the Prime Minister of the Empire?

Oh……

The janitor No. 7 gently waved his four arms, and he said calmly: "Okay, okay, you can negotiate and resolve these insignificant little problems in the future... Compared to these things, are you not curious about the axis of Medland?"

The janitor No. 7 made great strides and walked towards the huge round stone table, facing the seat at the hall gate.

That seat was only the size of an ordinary throne, and was inconspicuous at all by the huge stone conference table.

But among the one hundred and eight seats, according to the traditional etiquette passed down by Medland, this seat is located in the most important position of all seats.

A bronze box with three feet square, simple workmanship, a bit rough, smooth surface without any pattern modification, is placed right in the middle of this seat.

Joe and the others followed the gatekeeper No. 7, bypassing the huge conference table and approached the seat.

Then, everyone's steps suddenly froze.

Behind this seat, the sight of Qiao and the crowd just now were blocked - behind this seat, dozens of knights with strong faces were neatly kneeled down.

them……

They knelt quietly at the seat as if they had met a supreme existence.

"Why are they kneeling in this position?" Metiga muttered: "It's really weird..."

The janitor No. 7 murmured in a low voice: "Of course, they kneel behind the throne... They do not enjoy the glory of the crowd, they kneel behind the throne, they kneel in the shadows, and they hold the throne with their shoulders."

"All glory belongs to those who sit on the throne, and the Knights of Suffering...they need nothing."

While whispering this, the gatekeeper No. 7 took a step forward gently.

A dull sound of buzzing.

Dozens of Knights of Suffering kneeling on the ground opened their eyes at the same time.

Their eyes were carved from the best sapphire, and they sprayed out a faint blue divine light.

They released huge fluctuations of power from their bodies. On the dome and floor of the hall, in the complex star map, stars continued to illuminate with their power.

The star map on the dome and the star map on the ground shine together, and wisps of starlight roll downwards and turn into a huge net of light, covering everyone.

These knights of suffering slowly stood up.

According to the legend of the Knights of the Suffering, these Knights of the Suffering have maintained this posture for at least a thousand years here.

Their limbs were already stiff. When they were moving, the joints everywhere made loud "crack" sounds at the same time.

As they stood up, their breath became larger and larger.

Soon, their aura had surpassed those of Margaret III and others who had just been promoted to gods.

Margaret III and his group's faces suddenly changed, and Metiga whispered: "Oh, it's amazing. They are on the edge of life and death. They are dead and they are alive again... They maintain their strong power. They can move, but they are already dead... What a magical state!"

Gatekeeper No. 7 continued to take a step forward.

The white-bearded knight who was kneeling in the front slowly pulled out the sword behind him. He raised the heavy sword with his hands that was almost as high as his body, and pointed the tip of the sword at the heart of the gatekeeper No. 7.

"Why are you here?" The white-bearded Knight's heart made a dull sound like thunder.

The language he used was very obscure and difficult to understand, with a bit of the charm of the common language of Medland today, but the wording was 50% different from the grammatical vocabulary.

"We protect the last human beings." Gatekeeper No. 7 responded to the Whitebeard Knight in an equally obscure language.

"The world is dark." The white-bearded Knight's heart sounded again.

"We are in the thorns, trying our best to maintain the last light." The janitor No. 7 bowed to the white-bearded knight.
Chapter completed!