Chapter 39

[Ding..... Congratulations to the host and get the hero card: SAIN!]

Thain!

Undead warlord Thain!

Modrian's mouth is a little stiff. There are too many surprises today. His open smile has not stopped, and his inner excitement can't be restrained.

Aware of the items in the system, a black and red card slowly floated and sank, interspersed with two bright red colors in the middle, just like some crazy eyes, and the diffuse deep black vaguely swallowed the brilliance of other cards.

With a slight frown, modrian seemed to think of something, some background rumors about the undead God of war SAIN.

Thain was a successful Knox war hero from previous times. He once strangled a generation of demacia kings with his bare hands. But he refused to die and annihilate, was not forgotten, and continued to serve the Empire in the state of a living corpse.

He is an unstoppable beast. When he reaches the enemy's position in Knox, he will be released. Whoever stands in his way will be slaughtered indiscriminately by him, regardless of the enemy and me, which can prove that he has lost his former humanity.

Even so, SAIN's decadent body was nailed into the rough armor, continued to rush to the battlefield with a crazy and reckless attitude, and recalled his true self with every stroke of the axe.

Modrian suddenly hesitated. He didn't know whether to call the dehumanized undead God of war. Then he smiled. With systematic help, what else did he worry about.

[summon: undead warlord Thain]!

The black and red cards were smashed into pieces, and the bright red light mixed with dark green data flow emerged on the ground of the back garden, drawing and carving a complex and mysterious six pointed star array with one stroke.

Boom!

The rich black and red radiance rises like a sea of blood in the six pointed star array. A huge and burly figure more than three meters high can be seen faintly, and the blood smell of madness is like a rising flame around the figure.

"No chains? Free!"

"Yes! Die! Die!"

The crazy sound of self talk suddenly sounded, and the restless and bloody breath around the body changed slowly, like demons and ghosts, which brought bursts of terrible depression.

As soon as modrian's face changed, he couldn't help but step back, and something called fear spread in his heart.

"Rolling!"

"Kill!"

"Die!"

The hoarse roar rang through the back garden, and the bloody smell suddenly expanded and erupted, destroying and setting off green vegetation, and the frozen soil flew and sputtered.

Even the six pointed star array was trembling, as if it could not suppress the huge and burly figure.

In the next moment, the dark green data stream emerged from the bright red light, directly passed through the diffuse bloody atmosphere, tied the burly figure like a chain, and even poured into the head.

The bloody smell dissipated, revealing the face of the burly figure.

A metal object shaped like a dagger was obliquely inserted into the ferocious and ugly head. The dark red cloth strip at the tail danced with the wind. There seemed to be two scarlet lights in the eyes, flashing the meaning of crazy killing. The heavy armor penetrated the chin and combined with the terrible face.

Looking down, the black and red half body armor is fixed on the body by bolts, and the red armor belt around the waist is as dazzling as crystal. Part of the pale flesh exposed has a sense of death and corruption, similar to a living corpse, especially at its right leg. The strong armor connects the muscles and mends like a broken limb.

"The feeling of pain!"

SAIN threw away his black axe and held his ferocious head in his hands. The scream of pain and depression kept ringing, and the chaotic breath blew away the surrounding soil and dust.

Not far away, modrian stared, and the dark green data stream poured into SAIN's head from SAIN's eyes, mouth and ears, as if suppressing some dark will.

"Let me out!"

"Blood!"

The sudden roar of madness echoed over the fort, like a real halo that shook away the roaring cold winter wind.

But everything was in vain. The meaning of killing and cruelty in SAIN's Scarlet eyes was suppressed by the dark green data flow, the crazy look gradually returned to normal, and the self talk gradually disappeared.

In the training ground at the southwest corner of the dug fort, dreus stopped his actions and turned to look at the position of the main fort. He felt a very familiar breath suddenly appear, his eyebrows wrinkled slightly, and remembered which hero of the Knox Empire came.

When the crazy roar sounded, dreus changed his face and had no time to think about it. His figure disappeared directly in the training ground. At the moment of leaving, there were cracks on the bluestone ground.

Boom!

The iron fence in the back garden was suddenly knocked off by dreus. When he saw that modrian was safe, he looked slightly relaxed, and then he looked at the huge, gray figure.

"It's really this crazy guy! The undead God of war SAIN!"

"Dreus, why are you here?" modrian looked back after hearing the loud noise and saw dreus standing behind him, with a worried look on his cold and domineering face.

Then he saw that dreus was watching Sean with vigilance, and suddenly realized that there was a warm feeling in his heart. He smiled and said, "don't worry, it's all right. Sean will wake up soon."

Not only did dreus come, but soon Gregory and crane also hurried to, but unlike dreus, Gregory and crane had a trace of fear and fear on their faces.

"Well..."

SAIN slowly opened his scarlet eyes, in which there was still a little madness and cruelty. He first looked at the surrounding environment in confusion, then looked at dreus for a while, and finally focused on modrian.

"Sai... En, Shen... See... Lord mo... de Ryan!" Sai en walked with heavy steps and knelt down in front of modrian on one knee. It seems that he didn't speak normally for a long time, and his speech speed and sentence were a little slow.

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The central part of stoke Kingdom, the core area of Peris castle.

"Good afternoon, uncle Dulu!" in front of the classical and elegant study, a brave blonde man bowed slightly to the middle-aged man in black and white housekeeper's clothes. "Is my father in the study?"

"Good afternoon, master cardier. The master is dealing with some official business." Dulu smiled back, pressed his left hand on his right chest and nodded.

"OK, I'll go in and report to my father about the evening party," Kadir said gently, then gently pushed open the heavy wooden door of the study and stepped in.

The study was small, and a heavy feeling came to his face. Cadier looked up at the Viscount Brooke Perez behind the taupe desk, bowed his head respectfully, and whispered, "father!"

After hearing the voice, viscount Brooke calmly looked at the eldest son in front of him. There was a dignified breath in his eyes: "what's the matter, cadier."

"Father, tonight's banquet has been arranged and the invitations have been handed out smoothly. Do you have any other arrangements?" cadier asked, his blue eyes suppressing unknown emotions.

"Well done, let's follow your arrangement." Viscount Brooke nodded with a satisfied smile.

"OK, father, will we invite modrian back for this year's family party?" cadier tried to hold back his hurry and his tone was a little indifferent.

Click!

The sound of the broken quill pen sounded, and the silence and dignified atmosphere suddenly fell in this quiet study. Viscount Brooke stopped writing and rendered the official letter in dark ink.

"No, he did a good job in irvindale town. Let him stay there," said Viscount Brooke calmly, suppressing any emotion.

"But......" before cardier opened his mouth, after he looked into his father Brooke's eyes, a dignified pressure suddenly came. Even with his knight's strength, he couldn't resist it. Finally, he slowly lowered his head.

"Obey your father's arrangement!"

Outside the white corridor, cadier stood quietly, thinking about the detailed information about the brother obtained from the Jeffrey family in his mind. He had a vassal close to the strength of the great knight, and his indifferent face finally showed a trace of expression, mixed with ruthlessness in the cold.

"It should be me, even mine. No one can take it away, even your father."

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Still in the classical and elegant study, viscount Brooke was still sitting behind his desk, and a fine light occasionally flashed in his deep eyes, as if he was thinking about something.

"Dulu, arrange someone to go to edalas with my warrant. I hope count Raphael won't forget my old friend!"

"Yes, sir!" Dulu's voice sounded in the shadow, and then the shadow gradually dissipated.