The blood bats fell silent.
Not objection, but shock and absurdity;
His Highness was incredibly kind to that human boy.
He even risked coming to the Brentanian Empire to help him when he himself broke through to the seventh level.
"I understand, Your Highness."
Chloe showed a stern expression, turned around and said to the blood bats: "I will take His Highness away first. You follow closely and find a way to enter the capital. The clan leader stays in the capital all year round, and he will take care of you."
The blood bats responded: "Understood..."
Chapter 152: Noon has arrived, justice has come from heaven!
The flames rising into the sky in the distance illuminated a small hotel in the suburbs.
Because the Brentanian Empire is a country rich in adventurers, people do not always gather in cities. There are also many villages, as well as places like post stations and inns in the suburbs.
Constance sat on the rooftop of the hotel, overlooking the fire in the distance. This was a bar reserved for guests to enjoy the suburban scenery, serving their own coffee and red wine, as well as some pastries.
A white cat was lying beside it, wagging its tail, bored.
“When people get old, they always like to be nostalgic.”
Constance drank red wine and said softly, "When I first met her, it was actually in this hotel. I didn't expect that more than 20 years later, this hotel is still there. At that time, she was very beautiful, young and energetic, full of vigor, courage, and faith. She felt that she could change everything."
"She is a noble lady and an adventurer. She is my marriage partner. I don't understand her because she always talks about equality and freedom. She would go to the slums and give her own money to the poor. She founded an orphanage and a school for the poor."
"She believed that this empire was an empire of the emperor and the people, and advocated the elimination of class distinctions."
"She hopes that every child can go to school, learn magic, and change their destiny. She and her companions will fight against the monopoly of the nobles. Later, she became a politician and implemented her own policies."
"Many years later, she founded the Bureau, and then she died."
There was only him and a cat on the rooftop.
Constance seemed a little drunk and looked tipsy.
"At first I thought she was stupid and always did meaningless things. I didn't think I loved her. We were just a political marriage. Until I saw her body on the street outside the orphanage."
"And there's Luciemia crying loudly."
"In fact, her magic talent was not that good, probably not even one thousandth of mine, so she died in a black magic sacrifice. On that day, she was arranging new homes for the children in the orphanage. If nothing unexpected happened, those poor orphans would have been arranged with a new family."
"The new home may not be so rich, but it is warm, they have food and clothes, they can even go to school, and get a small cake as a gift during the New Year."
"She can also take Luciemia home, and that day is also Luciemia's birthday."
"But she died, and the children died too. Lucimia lost her mother. I know why Lucimia survived. That's because those people didn't intend to take action. They wanted to keep her as my weak spot."
"Lucimia changed a lot from then on. She began to hate the Dark Arts and also hated me. I didn't feel anything about it at first. Wife
I could have a lot. But when I go back and look at the empty bedroom, with her clothes in the closet and the scent of her hair on the pillow, I feel sad.”
"What makes me most sad is that every time it's Luciemia's birthday, she would go to the woods outside the courtyard and spend the night alone. That's where her mother's grave is."
The wind blew on the rooftop, and the cat was frightened and ran away.
Constance turned around and looked behind her, and said softly: "My health is not good, and I have been hanging on for a long time, but I have really been waiting for you for many years."
In that instant, his eyes were dyed black, and he looked as frightening as a demon.
A man was standing on the railing of the rooftop.
His silver hair fluttered in the wind, his dark eyes held a frightening indifference, his face had scars from burns and even stitches, but his expression was gentle.
This man gives people a sense of déjà vu.
Yes, if you see him for the first time, you will think of someone.
Valerius Licinius.
Putting aside those hideous scars, they are at least 70% similar.
"I'm sorry, Constance."
The man said calmly, "I think this is our first meeting? I have no intention of becoming your enemy. I assure you that if possible, I don't want so many innocent people to be sacrificed."
Constance smiled slightly, and the shadow under her feet spread like a demon, covering all directions.
"But the reality is, who will get justice for us? You have a story, and so do I. I need you to return my brother to me so that your daughter doesn't die."
The man said, "No one will be in trouble tonight."
Constance's voice became hoarse, brewing a sinister and crazy tone: "Really? Are you starting to negotiate with me now? However, you seem to have overlooked one point. I am not here today as the director of the Control Bureau, but as a husband and a father."
The man narrowed his eyes. “What about your daughter? Even if she doesn’t die, she will become a different person.”
This is the danger of shadow inheritance.
If you cannot fight against your dark side, your original consciousness will be completely devoured by it, and you will become a madman with an antisocial personality, or a murderer.
"Don't expect Viltiana or anyone else to help you."
He said indifferently: "We have branches of the World Tree."
Any top warlock knows what the branches of the World Tree mean.
However, the man did not see the scene he wanted to see.
Constance did not show any surprise, and responded: "Every shadow inheritor has to face life and death. As a father, I cannot protect her forever."
boom!
Suddenly, a thunderous roar broke the silence of the night.
The moment Constance heard the roar, her devilish black eyes turned cold.
"It seems that he feels that he does not need protection."
The man smiled and asked suspiciously, "I'm just curious, how did he get here?"
Even the two top warlocks failed to sense his arrival.
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The mystery of the Lord of Annihilation is that he can absorb energy and turn everything into nothingness.
Licinius was immortal.
So this is a paradox.
It turned out that Licinius' immortality seemed to be the eternal and unchanging truth of this world, just as the sun rises from the east every day, day and night alternate, and people die when they are killed.
Even the power of the Lord of Annihilation could not kill him.
It will only decompose him into the smallest existence that cannot be divided again.
The smallest scale in the universe is the quark.
The wind tonight is from the southeast.
When a strong wind blew across the mountains and fields, whimpering among the cliffs, it seemed to bring endless and magnificent vitality, and sprinkled something that no one could observe.
There were countless black spots floating in the air.
I saw them gathered together and squirming wildly like living things.
Boom boom!
In the silence, there seems to be the sound of a heartbeat.
A naked young man appeared out of nowhere and landed on the top of the mountain with a thud. The silver hair on his head grew back, covering his eyes that were as deep as an ancient well.
"There is no alchemical matrix in this world that can trap me."
Even if he is broken down to the quark scale, he can choose any piece of residue to be reborn.
As for other body tissues, they become waste.
So he rode a gust of wind and reached the battlefield as quickly as possible.
No one noticed.
This is the real elusiveness!
The flames rising into the sky in the distance illuminated his pale face.
Very good, in time.
He grabbed a military uniform from the gray fog and put it on, then took out the Dark Eyes and Ouroboros.
Originally, these holy relics had been reduced to ashes by the annihilation grenade.
However, he had already used the soul crystals of the Splitter to refine the gray fog space.
No matter how severe the battle damage is, he can always take out the backup.
Li Xini put on the Dark Eyes, and the Ouroboros instantly switched forms and set up a pitch-black sniper.
Through the alchemical scope, he saw the battle situation in the valley.
flame…
A flame blazing across the sky.
Sharp shadows like vines quickly shuttled through the firelight, reaping lives.
Those people were pierced through by the blow and died on the spot.
At this moment, Lucimia transformed into an extremely terrifying assassin. She emerged from the shadows under the feet of every enemy and cut their necks with a casual stroke, letting the blood splatter on her face.
It's like dancing to the elegant beats of drums, performing a dance that is extremely gorgeous and bloody.
All directions have been blocked by the mages with flame barriers.
But she kept trying to break through, trying to use enough speed to penetrate the barrier!
Amidst the pile of burning corpses, someone was struggling to get up.
Jasmine coughed up a mouthful of blood, looking bewildered;
There was a dagger stuck in her back, not too deep, but it was poisoned.
It was Lucimia who stabbed him during the chaos.
"This won't work. The young lady has been completely controlled by her negative personality. She knows that the out-of-control warlock will be dealt with, so she plans to escape at all costs and kill everyone she wants to kill! The young lady's negative personality is much smarter than her main personality."
Jasmine coughed up a mouthful of black blood, took out a bottle of reagent from her pocket, and murmured, "According to the director's instructions, the medicine must be injected at this time, otherwise..."
boom!
A compressed air bomb exploded and blew up the reagent in her hand.
The broken glass flew out and cut her hand.
Jasmine turned around suddenly and saw the familiar figure.
Marcus…
"I think you can guess that there is a traitor in the Barron family."
Marcus stood up and said calmly, "That person is me."
Jasmine narrowed her eyes and asked through gritted teeth, "Why?"
"Why?"
Marcus sneered: "In the Barron family, those who are not qualified to inherit the shadow talent are just your dogs, right? I have endured for so many years and finally found such an opportunity. I don't know what my brother was thinking when he let that woman go and set up a governing bureau."
"He also used the family's funds to help a group of untouchables and orphans."
He said, "After my brother died, that should have been my property! I am the next head of the Barron family! As for Luciemia? She is too much of a hindrance."
Jasmine was startled: "Could it be that what happened back then..."
Marcus smiled and said, "Yes, I also had a part in what happened to the lady back then."
Snap…
That was the sound of leaves being stepped on.
The murderous evil spirit suddenly turned back.