In the vast northern land, snowflakes can occasionally be seen falling. w w w. q u a n b e n .c o mIn this most severe season, the sun will hide behind the thick lead clouds all day long, sparingly spreading the warm sunshine to the earth, while the cold earth air easily passes through Floor tiles, felts, leather clothing and all other things to keep out the cold invade people's bones.
Under the sea of clouds, there are endless mountains as far as the eye can see.
Gregory, who was floating in the air, kept searching downwards. In his eyes, there was nothing unusual about the mountains below, but for some reason, something seemed not quite right. It doesn't know if its own strength has improved, or if it's purely psychological. After all, the owner in front stopped here and was observing below.
*** suddenly changed his posture, head and feet, swooping down towards a mountain like a meteor. Judging from the castration, it was completely processed to hit the mountain head first.
Grigory was startled, even though he knew that the mountain was simply fragile compared to its owner's body.
The *** sank silently into the mountain peak and disappeared. It was as if nothing had ever happened on the deserted peak.
Grigory bit the bullet, closed his eyes, and carefully descended toward the mountain. Sure enough, it stands to reason that its four claws should have touched the ground long ago, but half a day passed, and it just kept falling without touching anything.
Gregory quickly opened his eyes, only to realize that the surrounding scene had suddenly been replaced by a vast black swamp! The previous mountain covered with vegetation had disappeared from view.
The unique coniferous thorns and mud trees in the swamp are exposed in clusters here and there on the surface, like skinny hands struggling to death. Grigory was falling in a hurry, and was about to rush into the swamp that was constantly churning out large bubbles of bubbles. At this moment, an unstoppable force suddenly came from his tail!
The scenery in front of the sacred dragon flipped and switched. When it finally suppressed its dizziness and hovered in the air, it realized that it was already a thousand meters above the ground. The *** who was close to the swamp raised his left hand to the sky. Still maintaining the throwing posture.
The sacred dragon knew that its cowardice had angered its master, so it immediately flew behind ***, assuming the most docile appearance. While quietly looking at the black swamp that suddenly appeared.
This swamp is very vast. It seems to have a long history, with several small islands dotted around it, and the islands are covered with dense rotten forests. If you carefully observe the endless black mud, you will find that it is not as calm as it appears. The thick black color covers up its extremely slow flow and ups and downs, like the breathing of a huge alien beast in sleep. Occasionally, a large bubble rises up and explodes from the depths of the black mud, spewing out a large cloud of strong death aura, making people horrified and wondering whether some creature will emerge from the bottom of the pool next moment.
Gregory, who was a bone dragon not long ago, is very familiar with this environment. This is the paradise of the dead, the paradise of the undead, and the dark swamp of death where all living breath is rejected!
The center of the swamp. There stands a majestic and dignified castle of the undead. It uses white bones and rotten wood as pillars, and the undead and black mist as carvings, floating on the mud. The most majestic and tall building in the castle seems to be built from the bones of an unknown giant beast. The giant beast's skull, which is more than ten meters in size, is raised to the sky, and a large cloud of dense black mist is often sprayed out from its huge mouth. . The mist condensed but never dispersed, rising slowly into the sky and blending into the everlasting layer of dark clouds in the sky.
Only then did Gregory understand why he had made a fool of himself just now. This castle of the undead is constantly creating a fog of hypocrisy, covering everything in the Dead Swamp in illusion. The undead who built the Illusion Spire and activated the Fog of Hypocrisy must be a great corpse witch, or even a lich with strong magic. Because the fog of hypocrisy floating in the sky is so clever that it can hide it from the eyes of the sacred dragon.
Looking from a distance, the walls and buildings of the Castle of the Undead are covered with low-level undead creatures of all sizes. Under the command of corpse witches and ghosts, they are busy building and strengthening the castle. And on the swamp surrounding the castle. More than a dozen undead swamp monsters like a big ball of paste were shuttled back and forth. Their translucent bodies are wrapped in rotten wood, and they spit out the rotten wood at the edge of the castle.
Looking at this prosperous country of the undead, the sacred dragon Grigori couldn't help but feel warm in his heart, as if he had returned to his hometown.
There are still many undead creatures hiding in the bottomless black swamp mud. It's just that within a thousand meters of the cave, no undead creature dares to show up.
*** snorted coldly, opened his delicate hands, raised the Death Scythe at an angle, and slowly floated towards the Castle of the Undead.
Grigori was very confused by his master's fighting stance. The master has already stood at the pinnacle of all undead creatures before he came to this world. No matter what is hiding in the castle of the undead, let alone using force against the master, the pressure generated by the master when he increases his power is enough to crush everything in front of him. This castle!
How can the master use his hands to deal with these low-level undead creatures? Gregory thought. It is now a sacred dragon. Even if its strength is still similar to that of the bone dragon, its attributes can suppress undead creatures much more. For a long time, Gregory followed his master and dealt with very powerful beings. There were really few opportunities to bully the weak like this one.
Therefore, Gregory felt itchy and eager to try.
But it knows that its master never does boring things. Thinking of this, Gregory immediately chanted dragon language magic, blessing himself with the true vision he had just learned.
The last disguise of the Castle of the Dead finally appeared in front of it.
Gregory suddenly took a breath because he saw three very familiar powerful auras from the Castle of the Dead!
That is the breath of a king! How come the three kings of the world of death appear here
"Master! Wait! The one hiding in the Castle of the Undead is not the king, but be careful! Although they can't compare with your power, there are three of them! These despicable guys will definitely swarm you!"
*** gave a faint hum and still floated forward unhurriedly. Gregory stared at her back, and suddenly his spine went numb, and an unexplained shiver came over him. I don't know how terrifying power is hidden in that graceful back, but at this moment. These powers are being released bit by bit.
The swamps within a radius of several miles suddenly boiled, and countless undead creatures gathered in layers like moths flying into a flame, and the mud bubbles were swallowed up one after another. All kinds of undead that were originally lurking in the deepest part of the mud surfaced one after another. Like a beach after the tide, the waves recede and the rocks appear! They huddled together quietly, assuming a posture of absolute submission at the mercy of others, but no undead dared to come within a thousand meters.
*** paused, slightly raised his black and silver eyes, and stared at the Castle of Death standing on the road ahead. In an instant, time stood still, and everything looked up at this eternal dream.
She continued to move forward, leaving a long trail of fireworks of various colors behind her, like the queen's swaying skirt. That was the gorgeous smoke left behind by her too strong power tearing apart the space!
Where the smoke dissipated, the mud of the black swamp suddenly turned into solid solid ground. A wide avenue continued to extend in the mire, all the way to the gate of the Castle of the Undead.
The melodious and majestic dragon roar sounded again behind her.
To ***'s surprise, when the dragon's roar ended, a faint glow appeared on her body! She waved the Death Scythe casually, feeling that this terrifying weapon was more agile than usual.
Dragon's Blessing is one of the few auxiliary magics in dragon language magic that can be blessed on creatures other than dragons. It can slightly increase the speed and strength of the recipient.
"Gregory, you are finally useful." *** gave a rare compliment to the sacred dragon. Although his tone was still cold and cold, the huge vanity, joy and unprecedented sense of accomplishment had made Gregory almost faint.
The sacred dragon in the sky secretly made up his mind. In any case, it must first study and understand the auxiliary magic in dragon language magic. No matter how difficult they seem!
The densely packed low-level undead creatures on the Castle of the Undead suddenly sensed something at the same time. They immediately dropped the tools in their hands and headed to the other side of the Castle of the Undead like an ebbing tide.
"Come out! Otherwise I will tear down your nest." ***'s voice was not loud. But like a ripple that never fails, it spreads outward layer by layer, spreading to every corner of the Dead Swamp in an instant, and there will be no dead ends in the Castle of the Undead.
Amidst the creaking sound, the ten-meter-high gate of the Castle of the Undead slowly opened, and the three kings stepped out. In the center is the lich Elgra, with the Black Warrior Emperor and the Bone Emperor on the left and right. Their expressions were still solemn, but there was some embarrassment that could not be concealed. In the eyes of the strong, the world is very small. Although this world is infinitely vaster and richer than the Abandoned Land, since we are in the same world, sooner or later the kings will have to face danger one day.
But they never thought that this day would come so quickly. The three kings came to the door with ease, probably because of the piece of demon lotus armor that the Black Warrior Emperor refused to return. Although the Lich Elgra has used every method he can think of to seal the aura of the Demon Lotus, the concept of infallibility only makes sense within the scope of his abilities. Judging from today's results, there must be a way for the kings to sense the existence of the Demon Lotus Leaf in a way that the kings cannot understand.
After fighting together for so long, Elgra and the Bone Emperor did not blame the Black Warrior Emperor. They knew that the Black Warrior Emperor must have his own reasons, although he refused to say anything.
"You..." *** looked at the three kings with some confusion. Are these still the kings in her memory
Grigori in the sky couldn't believe his eyes, he flew closer unknowingly.
The power of the three kings has been restored, and their majesty is as before, but... their appearance is really not commensurate with their status and strength.
*** It was obvious at a glance that only the lich Elgra still held the staff when they first met, the Sigh of Loss that could be called an artifact. In addition, the three kings combined didn't even have a remotely decent magical equipment! The chain armor worn by the Bone Emperor was slightly strengthened with magic, but what about the Black Warrior Emperor? The black iron giant sword in his hand and the full-body iron armor he wore were just thick and heavy enough, and had no magical effect at all. This low-level stuff is not even as good as the standard equipment of a human heavy infantry.
So shabby!
Gregory finally found a suitable adjective. He really couldn't understand why the kings were so poor.
If the three kings still had the equipment they had in the Abandoned Land, they might be able to fight against the enemy together. But now, facing the three kings who were almost naked. ***You don’t even need to use the Demon Lotus and Death Scythe.
"Dear ***, you are finally here." Elgra sighed.
"How did you come to this world?" *** left no mercy to the three kings and went straight to the point.
The three kings looked at each other. Finally, the Bone King spoke with difficulty: "Dear ***. I have to admit that we did not keep our promise that day..."
This is how it comes. So, respected kings, do you feel guilty at this moment for not keeping your promise? "*** asked calmly.
The three kings were silent.
***Slowly mention the Death Scythe. As compensation for me, we will duel again, I will fight against three. If you still lose, you will join my army from now on. "
This time the kings were really in trouble. Looking back, a few years ago, *** had just become the eighth king of the Death World. However, a few years later, she actually challenged them to a duel on the condition that one versus three!
A few years is just a fleeting moment in the long lives of kings that can often be measured in thousands of years!
Although the three kings lost almost all their equipment and their strength was greatly damaged, if they could not defeat the Japanese with three enemies and one, then it would not be a shame to join the Japanese army.
At this moment, the king's throne cannot measure the power of the emperor at all. After all, they are not familiar with this world yet. Still unable to fully master the use of the power of death.
While Elgra and the Bone Emperor were still weighing their considerations, the Black Warrior Emperor stepped forward and said in a deep voice: "I refuse!"
*** slowly raised the Death Scythe, looked at the Black Warrior Emperor with his silver eyes expressionlessly, and said coldly: "Dear Black Warrior Emperor, do you have any suggestions?"
The Black Warrior Emperor said firmly: "Dear ***, the dignity of the king cannot be desecrated. Your power overwhelms me, but you cannot override my dignity. I will never join your legion. If the duel fails, I will choose destruction."
*** said coldly: "Your destruction cannot constitute compensation for me."
There was already some anger in her silver eyes. The endlessly rising power in her body not only distorted the surrounding space, forming a shimmering shield, but also had overflowing power shooting out from time to time. Occasionally, a trace of overflowing power shot into the black The warrior emperor's armor would leave a cut mark about a foot long on the thick, dark black armor.
Looking at the furious ***, facing the coming storm, there was no trace of cowardice in the burning eyes of the Black Warrior Emperor. He raised the giant sword in his hand high.
However, even Gregory knew that not to mention this ubiquitous black iron giant sword, even the unprotected body of the Black Warrior Emperor himself could be attacked by the twisted, seven-color brilliance surrounding him. The protective force field formed by space was crushed!
Elgra sighed heavily. There are already too many wars between kings. Why do we have to fight from the world of death to this world? Dear ***, we acknowledge your overwhelming power right now and believe you should be compensated. But joining your Legion permanently is too much for us to accept. Can I ask if you need our help when you come here specifically? "
*** was silent for a while and finally said: "Yes, I need a strong person."
Bone Emperor said: "Dear ***, even with your strength, it is difficult for us to help you. However, we can temporarily join your legion as compensation. What do you think?"
"Very good, thirty days."
The three kings discussed the matter for a while with mental fluctuations. "
*** looked at the Castle of the Undead, his tone softened, and asked: "Dear kings, where are your powerful equipment? Where is the Fire of Wisdom?"
Elgra sighed: "The great fire of wisdom paid the price of death, so that we can successfully come to this world. And all our equipment, except this staff, has been broken down into primitive magic power. Support the continuation of time and space drift.”
***Dai Mei frowned slightly and said, "That thing of yours that can cause group teleportation..."
"Similarly decomposed..."
***Sighed like this. So, dear Elgra, would you like to explain to me the mystery of the Dark Dragon Altar? "
Elgra hesitated for a moment, and finally said: "Although the Dark Dragon Altar has been destroyed, I am willing to share with you the mystery of the magic circle on the altar as part of my compensation for you. The magic circle is very complicated and requires some explanation. The time is just right for you to take a look at our simple castle. As for it..." The Lich looked at the sacred dragon in the sky and said: "My servants can't bear its sacred aura, so please, please Your servant, please wait outside the castle!"
*** nodded and followed the three kings into the Castle of the Undead.
Of course Gregory did not dare to oppose ***'s decision. It raised its eyes and looked around. Within its field of vision, there were only rotten forests and swamps. There was not a single living creature or undead creature in sight.
Just now, *** increased his strength in anger, and as a result, his supreme majesty forced all the undead creatures in the swamp out of the swamp. At this moment, she gathered away her strength, and these undead people who had never known fear immediately acted on their instincts and tried their best to hide at the bottom of the swamp.
Gregory sighed and lowered his head. What it can't stand the most is loneliness.
Lake Logar, with a radius of 500 kilometers, is the largest inland lake in the North. Several famous rivers intersect here, so Lake Logar is also called the Pearl of the Empire. There are countless beautiful legends surrounding this lake with beautiful scenery and abundant products.
Lake Logar faces mountains on one side and plains on three sides. Logar Town, surrounded by mountains and rivers, is a good retirement place for people with small savings in the empire. It's just that Lake Logar is located too far north, and there is severe cold winter for half of the year. Therefore, some nobles only choose to vacation here in the summer.
On the gentle slope facing the lake, there are several rows of small buildings of different styles. On the terrace of a three-story building, an old man was sitting on a lounge chair with a thick blanket on his knees, quietly enjoying the sunshine and looking at the vast, sparkling lake in front of him and several boats looming in the distance. small fishing boat. Maybe when the next snowstorm comes, Lake Logar will freeze over.
The old man sat peacefully, and the passage of time seemed to be meaningless.
The sky gradually darkened, and the wind became stronger. The old man seemed to feel a little cold, tightened his collar, stood up slowly, and prepared to go back to the house.
"I'll have to make myself a cup of good black tea and add some of Macac's prolific honey. It's cold again. It looks like winter will come earlier this year..." The old man packed up the thick blanket, like many elderly people. Muttering to himself.
Suddenly a clear and cold voice came to his ear: "Winter has come."
The old man's whole body was shaken, and he slowly raised his head and looked into the house.
In the room, the girl with black and silver eyes had stood there empty without knowing when.
Behind her, there are three mysterious figures who are all wrapped in thick black robes. The aura on their bodies is strong and strange. After looking at it for a while, you will feel that the black on their robes seems to be emitting... Spreading quietly, swallowing the dim light with few articles.
The old man blinked his dim and cloudy eyes and smiled helplessly. He sighed, stood upright with his rickety body, the wrinkles on his face smoothed out one by one, and his cloudy eyes turned clear. In the blink of an eye, he became a completely different person. This ability to change one's body and appearance without resorting to any external objects was originally one of the most practical terrifying skills in the dark world.
*** said coldly: "Long time no see, Mr. Ban."
Death Ban slowly walked into the room and closed the patio door to block out the howling cold wind. But the temperature inside the room is much lower than outside.
"Master ***, long time no see." Death Ban said with a wry smile: "When you come to the home of a retired old man like me, I'm afraid you don't just want to have a cup of tea, right?"
He paused and then said: "Actually, you can do it yourself. Why use such a large formation?"
The three followers behind the Death Squadron could not feel any breath of life at all. When closing the door, he sneaked past three faint traces of detecting fighting spirit. However, as soon as the fighting spirit approached the three mysterious figures, it was swallowed up by the darkness extending from their black robes. From then on, it seemed like it had disappeared into the sea, and there was no news again. .
The Death God class was speechless at this point, and could only smile bitterly.
The most basic skill of a killer is observation, and the most important thing in observation is to observe and detect the enemy's strength. The Death Class has appeared, and any one of these three mysterious guys may be as powerful as him.
What's more, there's a *** in the room
*** said coldly: "Don't you think it's too early for you to retire now? I can extend your life, if you are not obsessed with pure human form."
While preparing the cup of black tea that he had planned for a long time, Death Class slowly replied: "Master ***, I don't miss life. A long life is just a heavy burden for me. I am very I like my current life and live a simple life with my meager savings. I bask in the sun every day, look at the lake view, read a novel or poetry by the fireplace when the weather is cold, and occasionally go to the pub for a drink. Here Peace can make me forget the dark world and stay away from the memories of the past. Quietly waiting for death. Now, this is my only purpose in life."
The Death Class didn't let ** because *** never sat down. He also didn't prepare tea for *** and the three mysterious men. They didn't seem to need such things.
"Really?" one of the mysterious men asked, his voice extremely low, hoarse and unclear: "Then what are these?"
He reached out and slapped the wall beside him. A faint black color quickly spread to the entire wall, and then the brick wall collapsed silently, revealing a secret room behind it. The Death God Class noticed that what emerged from his wide sleeves was a dark black armored glove.
Death Class's pupils shrank slightly.
The secret room was lit with bright magic lights, making the various weapons, armors and strange magic items hanging on the walls shine brightly. These magical equipment are Death Ban's lifelong treasure and are also his biggest hobby.
With one move of her hand, a thin sword in the center flew into her palm. This is the thin sword that Death Squad always wears. The sword is covered with light gray mist. If you look closely at the seemingly ordinary blade, you will find that there are countless tiny threads of various colors hidden inside.
The God of Death placed the tea cup to his mouth and stood still. His hands trembled constantly, and he brought the teacup against his teeth. However, he didn't realize it and just stared at ***'s hand.
*** Holding the hilt of the rapier with his left hand, the index finger of his right hand rested on the edge of the sword and stroked it gently. The extremely sharp edge could not even hurt the tender fingers!
Wherever he pointed, the lingering gray mist was swept away.
All the magical attributes on the rapier were wiped away with just one finger!
Death Ban's face was ashen, and he looked tremblingly at the thin sword that had been with him for more than thirty years. The veins on his hands appeared and disappeared, but in the end he just sighed and sat down. In an instant, the Death God class seemed to have aged ten years.
This rapier is made of adamantine, Mystra's magical black steel, and several other rare materials. There are also several void gems on the hilt that can detect and control the power of death. Even if it doesn't have any magical properties, considering the material value alone, this is still a priceless sword.
It's just that that finger of *** wiped out at least 70% of the true value of this sword.
At this time, the hands of another mysterious man that had been caged in front of his chest slowly opened, and only a deep darkness could be seen in the wide sleeves of his robe. Bursts of extremely cold wind surged out from the sleeves of the robe. Although the Death God Ban did not have a pair of eyes that could see souls clearly like the Necromancer, he was also a strong man in the holy realm. At this moment, he could vaguely distinguish countless souls. Flying out of those cuffs.
*** stretched out her finger in the air, and those souls gathered in front of her fingertips like a tide, forming a silver stream of light. *** pulled the silver light stream with his fingertips and wrote a complicated magic talisman in the air. Once the symbol composed of silver light is written, a layer of purple-blue light appears on the surface like a gauze.
As her slender fingers danced, magic talismans composed of silver light streams formed in the air one after another. Azure, earthy yellow, rose red... various colors wrapped them in turn. In the end, there were a total of twelve magic talismans, slowly Flying around ***.
Each magic talisman exudes a different aura and represents a unique power.
The Death God Class barely suppressed the shock in his heart and carefully distinguished the breath of these magic symbols.
The twelve magic talismans represent the twelve negative states of weakness, aging, slowness, dimness, fatigue, poisoning, phantom sounds, artifacts, chaos, rage, broken spells and annihilation armor.
The index finger of ***'s right hand once again stroked the blade of the rapier. The magic talisman, which exuded an earthy yellow light and represented slowness, seemed to be pulled by an invisible force and fell on the blade of the rapier. With a buzzing sound, the rapier suddenly vibrated, and its entire body began to shine with a very faint earth-yellow light.
The Death Squad suddenly stood up!
As if he couldn't believe what was happening before him, he closed his eyes first, took a deep breath, and then opened his eyes. From then on, his gaze could no longer be separated from the thin sword shining with earthy yellow light in ***'s hand.
It was completely dark, and there was no gun in the room. There were only eleven magic talismans and rapiers emitting twelve different colors of light, which made the face of Death Squadron flicker. *** and the three mysterious men seemed to have melted into the darkness. In the middle of the room, only the thin sword stood proudly.
After a long time, Death Squad finally took his eyes away from the rapier and scanned the eleven magic talismans one by one.
A sword..." Ban's voice was extremely dry.
"It will have a new name soon." *** said lightly, and then added: "If I want..."
"What's your name?" The Death Class was extremely nervous, with some unbelievable expectations.
***Slowly said: "At dusk..."
"... Twelve movements!? Impossible! This is absolutely impossible!" the Death Squadron shouted.
The Twelve Movements of Twilight, the legendary murder weapon in the dark world, has always been hidden only in the darkness. This dagger of unknown origin is said to inflict twelve negative conditions on its victims with each strike. If you are not a strong person at the pinnacle of power or a special existence, the chance of resisting twelve different negative energy injuries at the same time is almost zero.
Therefore, no matter how tyrannical a being is, after being stabbed several times by the Twelve Movements of Twilight, even if it only scratches the surface, it will become extremely weak.
The Twelve Movements of Twilight are exactly what every killer in the dark world dreams of. But this dagger has not been seen for nearly a hundred years. There are rumors that it was destroyed because it was too fierce and angered the heavens.
However, how could Twelve Movements of Twilight, the lifelong dream of every killer, be reproduced so easily in the hands of the police
The Death God's eyes retracted from the rapier and met the silver eyes of ***. He was wondering, what kind of existence is ***
*** Turning his right hand, the rapier was handed into the hands of the Death God Ban. The Death God Ban held the rapier and used his strength to make a few false stabs. He finally confirmed that every attack with the rapier at this moment would have a slow effect. However, the Twelve Movements of Twilight should have twelve negative status attacks, but now there is only one. Obviously, the process of transforming the rapier is far from over.
The Death Squad looked at the eleven magic symbols still floating in the sky with their fanatical eyes, and wanted to hand the rapier back to ***. Unexpectedly, the gun didn't answer at all, and the rapier fell to the ground.
She opened her left hand, and the remaining eleven magic symbols fell into her white palm, melting into the almost transparent skin like snow into warm water.
The god class was shocked.
"I have branded the prologue of Dusk on the sword as compensation for disturbing Mr. Ban. Let's leave now." *** said calmly.
Only then did Death Class remember what *** had just said, 'If I want...'. He slumped down, put his head in his hands, and scratched his head randomly. In an instant he was up again, pacing restlessly about the room.
Death Class tried his best not to look at the rapier stuck on the ground, but his eyes would always fall on the khaki-colored blade involuntarily.
If twelve kinds of light shine on the rapier at the same time, what a glorious and spectacular sight it would be... Death God Ban thought dreamily.
He then secretly cursed his ignorance. When the twelve movements were played in unison, all the worldly glory would be gone, and the rapier would be plunged into absolute darkness, without reflecting any light. Even the sword wielder can only control the shape and direction of the sword through his own feelings.
"You are so awesome! Tell me, what will it take for you to let the twelve movements play in unison?" the Death God Ban roared, bloodshot eyes beginning to appear in his eyes.
There seemed to be a proud smile on ***'s lips, and she said calmly: "Great music always stays with time. So every month, I will recall a piece of music."
The God of Death continued to pace in silence, but this time he was like a headless chicken, bumping here and there. He suddenly stood still, stared at ***, and gritted his teeth and said: "Very good! I won't retire, I will work hard for you! Isn't it just eleven months? I admit it!"
"Twelve months." If you want the rest of the movement, then the first movement also counts as one month. Of course, Sir, you can also continue your retirement life after receiving a few movements. In that case, the power of your sword will be indispensable. "
Death Class snorted heavily. According to legend, when the twelve movements of Dusk are played in unison, a more powerful additional ability will appear. However, no one can tell clearly what this ability is. Even if the twelve movements were assembled without any additional functions, with his fanatical love for artifacts, he would never allow one movement to be lost.
The Death Class inserted the thin sword into his waist and walked around the small building like a gray shadow. When he appeared in front of *** again, he had returned to his usual appearance, holding a mouthful of ash in his hand. "I'm ready to get out! Where are we going?"
*** smiled faintly and gradually disappeared into the void.
A mysterious man in black robes said slowly with a sonorous sound like the collision of metal: "We will take you to the next destination, where we will meet up with the police."
The blue sky, the mountainous sea of clouds, and the scenery above the high clouds are still so monotonous. The sacred dragon Grigori is flying towards the extreme north following the ***.
It increases the speed as much as possible to keep it close to its upper limit. Although Gregory's power is not that great, his speed is already extremely fast, at least it will not make *** angry about it. But the long flight was really boring, and the scenery around me was really nothing to behold. After thinking hard, Gregory, who couldn't bear the loneliness the most, finally found a suitable topic, so he asked: "Master, why do I feel that blessing the Twelve Movements of Dusk should not be such a simple process? Is it every addition? Will the difficulty increase after one chapter?"
"Double that."
Gregory immediately became energetic and was able to find a suitable entry point for flattery. Sometimes he relied on luck, and sometimes he had to use wisdom: "Master! You are so great! When the Twelve Movements of Dusk are added to the last chapter , that is simply a work that only God can complete!”
"I can only add it to Chapter 5, and I'll think about the rest later." *** said calmly.
Gregory was a little dazed by this head-on blow, and he couldn't help but ask: "But... what should I do with the Death Class?"
*** snorted and said coldly: "Whatever! Give it a few months before talking."
The sky is still a heavy leaden gray, and large tracts of snow are spinning and falling from the dim sky, endless and endless, as if they will last until the end of the world. There were no pedestrians on the streets for a long time, and thick snow flakes quickly accumulated layer by layer on the ground, creating a happy "rustling". No matter how cold and harsh the winter in the North is, it can only show its power to the poor. At this moment, in this wind On a snowy night, the most luxurious mansion in Schild City was ablaze with splendor. The magical heating device in the basement was fully activated. From the hall to the inner room, the whole house was steaming and warm as spring.
"Achilles is so arrogant!" Rogge looked extremely angry and slapped the edge of the bath hard, startling the young maid who was massaging him.
"He is just more powerful, but you are an angel serving the Lord God. How much glory in the heaven comes from your wings! If you are the monarch who controls a country in the world, then Achilles is just a He's just a stronger soldier. How could he be so arrogant to you?" Rogge was indignant and did not forget to add in the end: "I think those people in the church are not religious enough. They only know how to distinguish themselves based on strength. It’s hard to see who is the angel who is truly close to the Most High God.”
The bathtub, which is more than enough to accommodate ten people, occupies half of the room and is carved into the shape of a leaf from a whole piece of bluestone produced in Alang Mountain. At the other end of the large bath, Macbeth was also soaking in hot water. His strong body exposed on the water was perfect, completely different from Rogge's fat body.
Macbeth raised his head and looked at the ceiling through the mist of water vapor, as if he didn't hear Rogge's instigation.
After a moment, Macbeth closed his eyes and said slowly: "Achilles's power is by no means just stronger. You can't understand how powerful he is. Those in the church are not incompetent. At least the Pope and O Gustus has already seen the power gap between me and Achilles, and they also know that the mission here will be completed by Achilles, and I will only serve as an assistant. So their approach, It’s not wrong.”
Rogge disagreed: "The angels of light are just guys with no power. How can they compare with your wisdom, nobility and holiness? Even from the level of heaven, you are far higher than the light." Angels live in this world, and strength determines everything. That’s why those little people in the church who follow others will ignore you so much. Even if you are just an assistant... you should supervise Achilles, those guys in the church shouldn’t not give you a follower! They can There are tens of thousands of holy knights!"
Macbeth snorted and said nothing.
Roger winked. The two beautiful maids behind Macbeth understand. They took off the big bath towels wrapped around their bodies, slipped into the big bath quietly one on the left and the other on the right, and put the elastic body on Macbeth's toned body, and the two pairs of delicate hands that were massaging him also quietly slipped in. water surface.
Macbeth is statuesque and motionless. After a long time, he breathed out gently and opened his eyes. Those blue-gray eyes were clear and transparent, and there was no trace of lust.
Rogge was secretly shocked.
Macbeth frowned slightly. There are really endless bodies. No wonder those low-level angels fell one by one. You two go out, I don't need this. "The two maids who were pestering him were startled, but there was unquestionable majesty in Macbeth's voice, so they hurriedly put on their clothes and retreated.
Macbeth glanced again at the maid who was wrapped around Rogge like a water snake, frowned and said: "You also get out!" The maid did not dare to disobey, so she had to retreat in a hurry.
Macbeth said sternly: "Roger, if you want your magic power to progress faster, you must restrain your body. Although the human body has potential, it is too strong. It is precisely because you cannot get rid of the constraints, so you There are so few powerful people in the middle. Otherwise, with the current number of humans, how could it be possible that there are only so few strong men in the realm, and that this level of power can be admired by thousands of people? How ridiculous!"
Rogge immediately seized the opportunity to flatter him.
Macbeth was not moved by Rogge's flattery at all. He continued: "You have arranged well for me these days, allowing me to fully understand this body. Rogge, you have once again proved yourself .Although your body is subordinate to darkness and death, you believe in light. The world's understanding of power is still very superficial. They only know that sacred power will automatically fight against negative forces such as darkness and death. In fact, it originates from the sacred power of heaven. How can power be so crude and simple? Divine power is a power above all else. It can not only coexist with darkness, but also turn darkness into light. Rogge, do you understand? As long as you are devout in your faith in the Supreme God, the undead Being a mage is not a road of no return. But! If you are still immersed in it as you are now, then you can only wait for the redemption of heaven. After I return to heaven, I will arrange your redemption. But before redemption, you are the last It is best to increase your strength as much as possible, so that after the redemption is completed, you will be able to gain more brilliance."
"Salvation! What a beautiful word!" Rogge marveled in admiration, but his mood suddenly became depressed, and he sighed: "But my body is full of evil power, will I get salvation from heaven?" Mike Bai looked at Rogge and said: "Your power does not come from the dark gods, so don't worry. If you can completely transform yourself into a divine attribute before the salvation of heaven comes, then I can guarantee that under the light of Lord Furianmir There will be a place for you within reach!"
Rogge's heart trembled, knowing that the opportunity could not be missed, and immediately asked Macbeth for advice on how to use and transform power.
When it comes to the understanding of divine power, how can those light mages who have studied all their lives compare to the high-level angels in heaven
Time passed unconsciously, but the water temperature in the pool always remained constant. The leaf tip of the bathing pool is tilted up with a graceful arc, and a trickle of steaming water flows continuously into the pool. The petiole at the other end is slightly depressed to draw away excess pool water. In the water-scarce red earth wasteland, such a bathroom can no longer be described as a luxury. But obviously the fat man has flawlessly enjoyed the comfortable feeling in his body.
"That's roughly it." Macbeth finally finished explaining the basic use of divine power, but he frowned and darkness could not be directly transformed. You need to convert the magic of darkness and death into a power between light and darkness, and then convert it into light attributes. In this process, you need one thing to convert and store the magic. However, there are very few equipment that can convert power attributes, and there are relatively many equipment that can store magic power, so please pay attention. "
Rogge couldn't fully understand what Macbeth said for a while. He could only memorize it and study it slowly when he had the opportunity in the future. He suddenly thought of something, so he asked again: "Lord Macbeth, the chain of order you cast that day should be driven by pure holy power, so it can only be used to bind the undead or other creatures composed of the most evil forces. But you used It binds an ordinary human being! Why is this?"
Macbeth replied calmly: "The chain of order is indeed driven by divine power, but when I cast it, it has been converted into attributeless magic power. My chain of order, not to mention a human, even if it is a low-level angel opposite It can also be restrained. Your understanding of power is still too limited to the pitiful knowledge of humans."
Rogge's heart beat wildly. A chain of order that can bind the attributes of any race, what does this mean? In Fatty's mind, this is more than just proof of a deep understanding of the use of power!
In a country where most people believe in light, this means frame-up, framing, and frame-up, which means countless unjust cases. It means that fat people can stand on the side of faith, morality, and light, and in the name of justice, grandly eliminate obstacles on the way forward. The alien!
Those strong men who can see through Rogge's conspiracy will never be interested in worldly power struggles. And those who can be squeezed or attacked by Rogge with his secular power cannot see clearly the power attributes behind the chains of order.
Macbeth stood up from the bath, came to the floor-to-ceiling window, and opened the thick curtains. The half-bloody sunset shines through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting large swaths of golden light in the room, and also casts a bright yellow halo over Macbeth's strong and perfect body.
"Rogge, there is no need to arrange any enjoyment for me in the future, I don't need those. What I have to do now is to completely master this body, so that I can regain my true power!" Macbeth stood in front of the window with his hands behind his back, his voice It's low and sweet, like magnetism.
He looked at the rolling clouds like fire for a long time and didn't know what he was thinking.
Time passed like water, it turned out that the two of them were talking, and before they knew it, the day and the night had passed.
Outside the window, the heavy snow had just stopped, and it was dusk again. (QuanBen Novel Website www.QuanBen-XiaoShuo.com)