Chapter 184

Seth!

A deep bone wound opened in front of the shriveled right chest, the crimson heart beat slightly, and the dark blood dripped down the torn black robe into the pile of withered and rotten corpses.

The old man seemed to have no pain. His wrinkled right hand took out a pure white paper from the cracked chest. It was smooth and soft, bright in color, and not stained with a trace of blood.

"Master cardier, you can directly contact the supreme crown on the white paper." the old man in black robe carefully held the white paper in his hands and handed it to the noble young master in front of him. His chaotic eyes were full of madness and fanaticism.

In the ancient myths and stories, it is said that holding the devil's white paper can directly contact the devil behind through a specific ritual array and obtain unimaginable power!

Cadier took over the white paper and began to feel a smooth feeling, a feeling similar to human skin, or that's it

The old man's murmur slowly sounded in his ears. It was a special syllable once familiar with. It came from the language of the abyss and belonged to the devil and the devil's unique civilization.

Calm down, Kadir took a deep breath, bowed his head and sang the so-called words of blessing and praise with the old man.

With the continuous ringing of different syllables, the blood soaked ritual array glitters with dazzling red brilliance, and thin lines are like flame burning, dotted with the dark environment.

Two low chanting sounds intertwined. In a trance, cadier heard the strange sound of walking back to his ears. It was clear that there were only two people around, but the resounding echoes gathered more and more, like countless people praying together.

In the black fog, invisible corners, inexplicable shadows twisted and wriggled with the words of prayer.

Gradually, the strange and ugly red and black statue in the center of the Dharma array lit up a dark red halo, the evil smell filled the air, and the indifferent black fog filled the air, gathered over the Dharma array and turned into a ferocious ghost with teeth and claws.

It seems that some existence is paying attention to this secret room and the ritual Dharma array here.

"Hmm? Is this the Lord's response? Is it the birth of another devil's blood?" the old man in black looked at the inexplicably changed ritual array. His pale face showed a surprised look, and soon disappeared. He recited the praise nonsense again.

"This is the best gift to the Lord. A noble young master with pure blood and a professional with outstanding talent are the best 'container'."

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Limontanlu, an ancient city of nearly a thousand years, is the political center and trade center of stoke kingdom.

If edalas is the shining pearl of Yinsong Province in the northern part of the Kingdom, limontanlu is the most shining pearl of stoke kingdom.

This majestic city attracts vagrants from all over the mainland of caladimos every day, including but not limited to mercenaries and traders, as well as tourists of many other races.

At the junction of the sky and the ground, the ancient and majestic city walls stand, and the crowded flow of people spread along the gray straight road to the heavy city gate. Compared with the slightly relaxed inspection system in the past, limontanlu is now like martial law, and the soldiers of the royal guards in charge of guarding strictly inspect every pedestrian.

The news of the king's serious illness, spread by intentional people, was filled with lively pubs and unusually active parties, as if an indescribable sense of depression spilled over the city.

Dada! Dada!

The horse's hooves pounded on the gray straight road, and a black cavalry team rushed from the northern plain. They did not choose to line up like those civilians and businessmen, but set foot on a wide road with few people.

The privilege of the aristocracy is very eye-catching in the current situation. The black cavalry slowly controlled the speed of stepping down their horses and slowly approached this majestic city.

Wolsman clamped his horse's belly, jumped over the queue, held the Baron's seal signed and confirmed by the king and the noble parliament, handed it to the centurion of the royal guards, and waited silently.

After roughly glancing at the seal order, the young Centurion waved to the soldiers behind him to disperse and make way for a passage. There were clear laws in the Kingdom law, and the nobility had the priority to enter any city.

In the eyes of many "ordinary people" who are still waiting silently and are baptized by the sun, envy is not disguised, and the hot eyes are embarrassed and divine.

At a gallop, a line of black figures disappeared into the deep and dark city gate wall and stepped into the center of the storm.

"Commander Lindsay centurion, the commander asked you to go up." a messenger hurried down the steps of the wall and saluted.

Commander? Lindsay frowned slightly and wondered why Lord Hewlett would let him pass at this time. It seems that there is no noteworthy situation today. Is it the Baron Lord from the north of the Kingdom just released?

In the silent gate tower, Hewlett stood alone at the lookout. In his vision, he melted into the black cavalry figure of Limon Tanlu. A thoughtful look appeared on his face. He saw a familiar figure, a guy who should have left stoke kingdom forever.

Dong Dong!

"Lord Hewlett!"

The crisp knock on the door was mixed with the firm voice of Centurion Lindsay, which awakened the fascinated Hewlett, the commander in charge of the Wangdu guards.

"Come in!"

When the door opened, Lindsay, dressed in silver armor, held the helmet in his left hand and put his right hand in front of his left chest, performed a standard aristocratic etiquette towards Hewlett.

"What is the origin of the nobles who have just entered the royal capital? I have never seen them before." Hewlett, adhering to the characteristics of soldiers, asked directly.

"Modrian Peris, Baron of real power, Lord of Valoran in the northern part of the kingdom." an unexpected look flashed in Lindsay's eyes. Unexpectedly, the northern aristocrat would attract Lord Hewlett's attention.

Hewlett Lindbergh Dale, one of the three commanders of the royal guards, is the real upper class figure of the royal capital, not to mention his surname, the Dale family, the top aristocrat of stoke Kingdom, and he himself is a mainstay of the real power figure in the Dale family.

"Peres, viscount scarlet, modrian!" Hewlett looked thoughtful. In recent years, he always saw modrian's name in intelligence messages in the north of the kingdom.

"The knight's long-term followers, no wonder, coupled with the elite cavalry who can be called the ace, do you also want to participate in the storm feast?"

The sense of danger, which was the first feeling Hewlett felt from the cavalry team, and the same blood of the little guy who wanted to hide himself, made it easy for him to recognize his true identity.

"Horace Lindbergh dahler, little fellow, you shouldn't come back at this time!"

"Revenge needs to grasp the opportunity, but the damage you give others will also pop up suddenly in the turbulent storm vortex."

Hewlett glanced at Lindsay in front of him and whispered, "forget the people I saw today. I don't want to see modrian's name on the registration form."

"Yes!" said Lin Saigong in a salute, and then withdrew from the gate tower.

No one noticed that after stepping down the steps of the city wall, the centurion Lindsay did not go to the gate on duty at the first time, but left for a while before Shi Shi ran stood under the ancient and towering gate.

The old will die, the new future is the ownership, and everyone has the right to choose!