The only ones to blame are those old guys in the Valerius family.
But those people were already dead.
Snap…
Noren clenched his fists, his knuckles turning slightly white from the excessive force.
So that's how it is!
The white cat looked at the girl with great sympathy and then meowed.
At the end of the long street, Li Xini was walking leisurely with his hands in his pockets.
The red dragon followed him expressionlessly, like a puppet.
The white cat meowed again, with an admiring look in its eyes.
The appearance of the young man means that the old sword master has been killed!
very good!
Augurola had been annoyed with the old woman for a long time, but even she had no way to kill her completely. Today, the young man finally got rid of the harm to the people, which made people very happy.
She let out a cheerful cry and leaped onto the boy's shoulder.
"Thank you..."
Licinius said in a low voice.
Augurola squatted gracefully, a hint of pride flashing in her bright red eyes.
As she was about to break through, it was not convenient for her to fight.
Therefore, as the final trump card, it is used to protect the two girls, one big and one small.
The rest was left to Licinius.
Fortunately, Augurola's vision is never wrong.
The only man she has ever had eyes for in all these years does have that ability.
Kill the top time warlock!
"Are you okay?"
Novia glanced at the boy and hesitated to speak: "Um, the old swordsman..."
"When he died, not even ashes remained. I refined his soul into a holy relic."
Li Xini spread his hands and said calmly, "Congratulations, my elder sister. From today on, you are the new generation leader of the Rose Sword School. Well, although it is basically unheard of for a fifth-level leader to be a leader in a warlock organization, who can blame you for the fact that all those who are stronger than you are already dead?"
Novia fell silent, speechless.
For some reason, she always felt that tonight was particularly magical.
First, the teacher died.
Then the teacher's teacher also died.
The members of the Rose Sword were almost wiped out.
It feels like a dream.
"Unfortunately, you have already learned metal magic, so you can no longer use the two types of compound magic mastered by the Rose Sword School. But the good news is that from now on, the Rose Sword School will be incorporated into the Empire's system and the Royal National Magic Monastery will be established. As for the two types of compound magic, they will be kept as top secrets and sealed."
Licinius smiled slightly and said, "And you will become an instructor at the Royal Magic Monastery, responsible for teaching swordsmanship. After all, the Rose Sword school of swordsmanship is indeed first-class."
Novia's pupils shrank slightly: "Ah?"
"Congratulations, you have a new organization, my sister."
Li Xini patted his shoulder, then looked at the petite figure in the corner who was silent, and smiled: "Where is my little wife? Seeing that your master has returned safely, why don't you come and give me a hug? I have good news to tell you. As your New Year's gift, I have already..."
Noren raised his head silently, a look of despair on his face.
"Huh? What's wrong with you?"
Licinius looked bewildered.
"Master..."
Noren bit his lips and said in despair: "I, I can't grow up..."
o
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In the middle of the night, it started raining without me noticing.
On the outskirts of Pisen City, a giant fire dragon was crawling on the barren land with its eyes closed to rest.
Jeanne paced on the broken long street, her long silver hair cascading to her ankles like a waterfall. Her cold, frosty face reflected the moonlight, giving it a porcelain-white texture.
She carried a black iron sword on her back and was playing with a gold coin in her right hand.
"Lady Jeanne, the believers who were supposed to pick us up have lost contact, and there is no news from our headquarters. We are currently in Pisen City, isolated and helpless!" the adjutant whispered behind him.
Before he knew it, his back was already soaked with cold sweat.
"I know… "
Jeanne said calmly.
Before arriving in Pisen City tonight, she had used the lucky gold coins to do countless divinations.
Gold coins were thrown up countless times.
It’s the opposite every time.
This means danger, multiple dangers, extreme danger!
Generally speaking, if she encounters this situation, it means that she is very likely to die here!
However, the mission had to be completed. There was tremendous pressure from the top leaders of the Vatican. She could not just run away, either for the safety of her subordinates or the safety of innocent civilians.
Because the person lying in the silver coffin is Cyrus.
A top warlock tainted by dark magic.
Until an hour ago, the lucky coin suddenly stopped working.
At this moment, there was a click.
The four judges who were in charge of escorting the coffin were suddenly slashed on the neck and fell to the ground.
The silver coffin fell heavily to the ground.
Behind the crowd, officers from the Control Bureau immediately spread out like the wings of an eagle.
Alfonso took a half step back, holding the staff at his waist with his right hand, looking alert.
The faces of the military members also changed drastically.
At some point, there seemed to be a few people missing from their team.
Gulp…
Wayne followed the team, his throat rolling with difficulty.
As a spy for the Night's Watch, and a member of the Dawn, he knew what was going on.
Those black magicians have already started taking action!
"I've always heard that there's a group of black magicians roaming around the Brentanian Empire, and their name seems to be Dawn. So, it seems that the man who just took action used concealed black magic." Jeanna's eyes were extremely indifferent, and she casually drew out the iron sword behind her, and the sword blade tore through the air.
Her sight kept wandering in the darkness, as if locked onto a high-speed moving being.
Dawn, Shadow Ghost!
With a loud bang!
A burly giant rushed out of the darkness, knocking down more than a dozen inquisitors of the Inquisition like a chariot, then pulled out a huge axe from his back and swept out!
With a cracking sound, three more people were chopped in half with a creepy noise!
Dawn, the Slayer!
The inquisitors of the Inquisition were all strong, and each of them was at least a third-level warlock. However, they seemed to be unaware of any danger and were killed so easily.
On a tall building, someone was humming softly, and the sound seemed to carry a strange and magical quality.
It can help people sleep peacefully.
Everyone present, whether they were members of the military, the governing bureau, or the Inquisition.
Those whose ranks were lower than the fourth level all fell into a deep sleep.
"Three fourth-level ones? Forget about it. Let the people behind you come out to see me."
Jeanna's eyes were filled with coldness and she clenched the iron sword tightly. She knew very well that these three people alone could not threaten her, but the warning of the lucky gold coin would not be wrong, so there must be another top warlock tonight.
No, it's most likely two!
"Ms. Jeanne is quite clever."
The burly giant, covered in a black robe, carried a huge steel axe and said in a cold voice: "However, as long as you are willing to hand over the coffin behind you to us, we can spare your life. After all, no one is willing to kill a high-level church believer in a forbidden place."
Silently, a person hidden in the void stood beside him.
A short figure on the roof, holding a bagpipe, approached silently.
It seemed as if the life and death of the great inquisitor depended on these words.
"You want Cyrus? Who are you? His subordinates?"
Jeanna asked indifferently, "Or, what are you trying to do with him?"
The Slayer sneered: "Don't talk nonsense, woman. This has nothing to do with you. If you don't want to die, leave him to me."
With the support of a big boss, he became tough even when facing a top warlock.
However, what answered him was the sound of an iron sword rubbing against the ground.
There was a hint of murderous intent in Jeanna's eyes, and she seemed to be dragging the iron sword forward slowly.
In fact, large-scale magic is already brewing, and they are ready to go all out.
The eyes of the members of Dawn also became gloomy.
This woman is incredibly cruel!
The youngest Grand Inquisitor in the Inquisition and the most gifted believer in hundreds of years.
Moreover, his values are surprisingly positive and he is very powerful, so he is respected wherever he goes.
For example, the most criticized point of the Vatican is the Virgin Mary.
It's just like the dilemma people encountered in Norma City during the Warcraft Tide.
What Alan and Lista did was extremely stupid.
If it were Ranna, she would not want to see innocent weaklings being affected, but she simply relied on her extremely powerful strength to solve the problem fundamentally and went out alone to kill all the monsters!
She did this more than once.
Even if she knew about the corruption within the Messiah Holy Church, she would kill it with one sword.
Among those who liked to practice, countless people became the dead under her sword.
Although this has offended many high-ranking officials of the Vatican, you have no way to deal with her.
That's why Dawn spent a huge amount of money to hire someone to deal with her.
He even went so far as to bribe the old nobles and even the Rose Sword School!
Tonight, Jeanne will definitely die!
As for the mess left after the death of a sixth-level believer of light, let Your Majesty clean it up!
"Two seniors, let's do it!"
The butcher showed a sinister smile, his teeth gleaming coldly in the moonlight, and said with a grin: "First, cripple her! Beat her half to death, and then I will use her bones to sharpen my thirsty axe!"
In the void, the hidden ghost laughed with glee.
The dream demon on the rooftop didn't even hum a song, just waited to watch the show.
"Uh..." Silently, with a look of alert in her eyes, Jeanna raised the iron sword in front of her with her backhand.