"Enemy invaded the manor!"
Someone yelled, "Everyone, follow me to arrest the criminals!"
He was also a young man with silver hair and black eyes. He seemed to be a collateral branch of the Valerius family. No one could remember which elder in the family he was a descendant of, but his strength was quite good.
At such a young age, he is already a third-level warlock.
He quickly gathered a group of guards, took magical tools, and rushed to the place where the thunder was roaring.
At the same time, many young clansmen who were practicing in the family training ground sensed the danger and rushed over without hesitation, bringing their own magical tools.
"It's good to come."
Li Xini narrowed his eyes and analyzed the ranks of the group of people through the lock of his dark pupils.
One of them had his face corroded by metal.
It seems that he was forced to learn metal magic, but suffered backlash due to his lack of talent.
"Are you a bunch of jackals worthy of using her inheritance?"
Li Xini sneered, and a cold curve appeared on his lips under the clown mask. He raised his two hot guns, and the black muzzles accumulated terrifying arcs of electricity, pointing straight to the sky.
boom!
He pulled the trigger.
The Valerius Manor suddenly became dark. Countless dark clouds gathered in the sky and hovered high in the sky. Along with roaring thunder, countless pale lightning flashes crisscrossed.
It's like a nest that's pregnant with disaster.
The majestic and unimaginable thunder element is accumulating.
The sky was furious, and thunder roared and exploded, as if a violent lion was roaring!
Roar!
The dark red double guns in Li Xini's hands suddenly cracked into countless terrifying cracks, and the cracks seemed to be filled with pure dazzling energy. A violent and hot thunder force expanded and condensed into two huge and ferocious lion heads, bursting out with angry roars!
Countless violent electric arcs jumped and flashed, and the terrifying electromagnetic force almost formed a force field!
His pupils were also illuminated by the lightning, filled with a bone-chilling coldness.
The sky roars and the lions roar!
Endless thunder surged out like a tsunami, and thousands of lightning energy bombs poured out in an instant!
—With the sound of thunder, dissipate.
o
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No. 57 Zebra Street.
Thick smoke billowed out of the chimney, filling the air in the evening sunset.
Noren is cooking in the kitchen.
In the mailbox outside the manor, there was a letter, weighed down by stones.
The streets were crowded with people.
There was a passerby who pretended to be nonchalant and approached the mansion unnoticed.
And picked up the letter.
There was only one word in the letter.
-roll.
At this moment, the passerby's pupils shrank, as if he realized something.
Turn around and blend into the bustling crowd.
"Meow… "
A cat's meow was heard.
The passerby was startled to see a white cat squatting on the wall.
The cat looked down at him gracefully, and its blood-red pupils suddenly expanded like a phantom!
Boom boom!
The passerby was immediately shocked and stood there motionless.
"Since that guy told you to get lost, he has made his choice."
The white cat spoke in human language and said indifferently: "In that case, I will help him do something fun. I heard that you are willing to help him get revenge? Then don't blame me for making full use of it."
As he finished speaking, blood could be faintly seen flowing, spreading from under his feet and wrapping around his body.
The white cat meowed and looked in the direction of District 9, only to see dark clouds covering the area.
"This kid, Grand Duke Bern is not weak at all. If he is allowed to come back..."
It jumped lightly from the top of the city wall, taking with it the body covered in blood, and disappeared without a trace.
o
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Trinity Theological Seminary, President’s Office.
The gravekeeper looked toward the distant ridge and said softly, "Well, Augurola is gone."
Snapped…
Dean Hodel was fiddling with the chessboard, and his fingers suddenly paused.
The gravekeeper smiled and said, "Licinius's reply to Alessandro was only one word."
He paused: "Go..."
Dean Hodel didn't say anything, but just smiled with relief.
"See, it's proven that my vision is never wrong. He will naturally have his own way to confirm the truth. We just need to tell him the specifics and let him make the judgment."
The gravekeeper said: "He did not choose to return to the real Valerius family, but instead relied on his own strength for revenge. You see, my old friend, he is the same kind of person as me."
Dean Hodel said with emotion: "Yes..."
The gravekeeper looked at him deeply and said softly, "It's worth it that you resisted the suicide attack of Archduke Byron in order to save this child."
Alessandro was right.
Old Dean Hodel was indeed deposed during the massacre of Valerius's people during the Scarlet Night.
But what he didn't say was that when the Valerius family saw that the situation was hopeless, they had originally planned to destroy the entire laboratory and not leave the precious sample to anyone.
That child only survived because someone stopped them.
And that person was the old Dean Hodel.
No one, including Dean Hodel himself, said anything about this matter.
Compare the two.
On one hand, they treat you as a test subject, and on the other hand, they want to kill your so-called family when the truth comes out.
On the other side, he has always upheld his noble character and was willing to give up his own demigod status just to save you, who was still a child at the time, even though you had never met each other before.
The difference is obvious...
If it were you, what would you choose
"I have no hope of advancing to the god level anyway, so being a demigod is meaningless."
Dean Hodel said with a smile: "After all, the child is innocent. It's a pity that you died and I was seriously injured and unconscious for five years. Otherwise, we could take him away and give him a warm and happy childhood. But in that case, would he not have met Norn?"
"Who knows?" said the gravekeeper.
"In the dark, fate has already made its choice."
Sometimes, blood ties are important.
But sometimes, there is something that can transcend blood ties and even surpass everything.
That is the most precious kindness in human nature.
o
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Valerius Manor, Council Chamber.
When Rosa heard the roar coming from the manor, her expression changed from gloomy to bright.
"Oh no, could it be... they are coming?"
Her first reaction was that someone from her family had come to seek revenge.
Because they stole Zero.
Everything Grand Duke Bern has done over the years is to guard against the arrival of that group of people!
The woman was very shrewd. She gritted her teeth and hurriedly left through the back door.
He didn't even bring his guards.
The elders of the family were furious.
"What's going on? How dare someone invade the Valerius family's estate?"
"Could it be our family? How dare they take action in the capital?"
"Kill him, kill him!"
At the end of the long conference table, an old man who was about to die said indifferently: "Banner, the Son of God is dead when he is ready to be used. No matter who this person is, I want to see his body immediately."
The Valerius family is the top noble in the royal capital, so naturally they have holy relics to keep them in check.
For example, at the end of the conference hall, there is an ancient portrait.
In the portrait, the shadow of the goddess of light is suspended in the sky, overlooking the man on the cross.
The man lowered his head, as if he had been dead for a long time.
—Holy Relic o The Son is dead!
The elders of the family were silent for a second, then picked up their wine glasses and daggers.
They cut their palms with knives and let the blood drip into the wine glasses.
Finally, a secretary named Banner collected all the blood, then came to the portrait, knelt on his knees and prayed silently, and finally dripped the blood in the cup onto the painting.
This is one of the conditions for the curse to be activated.
When the portrait of the dead Son of God senses the curse contained in the blood, it will take on the appearance of the enemy according to the will of the blood's owner and cast the curse.
Both the body and the soul.
As long as one is within the range of the curse, even a top warlock will be annihilated in an instant.
This is also the reason why no one dared to offend the Valerius family so far.
Next, a strange scene happened.
The elders began to tremble, and scarlet blood flowed from their seven orifices.
But they opened their blood-red eyes and stared at the person in the portrait.
To see his face clearly.
For a moment, the portrait was stained with blood and distorted.
The man on the cross gradually turned into a silver-haired boy.
He seemed to raise his head and reveal a mysterious smile.
That face is particularly familiar.
Valerius Licinius!
The elders were shocked.
But in the next moment, the goddess of light floating in the sky in the portrait began to distort.