Chapter 196

On the top layer of the mage tower engraved with purple patterns, an old mage with a white beard who had dragged the floor looked at the respectful young man in front of the door with great interest, and there were ripples in his muddy eyes.

"Hmm? It's an interesting spell. Use... Wood spells? Match with real objects... To form specific spell effects... Well, it's more than that. It seems to be more complex than alchemy?"

The old voice reverberates in the top room, and the faint energy fluctuation leads some precious extraordinary materials. In a specific space, they collide, annihilate and blend to produce strange pictures.

"If so, is it a new spell study?"

The failure was expected. The old master Baishu shook his head slightly, stretched out his right hand and pointed to the scroll on the wooden table. The thin lines scattered and the scroll opened. He carefully browsed the magic image stored on it.

"Modrian Perez, Baron of the Kingdom, Lord Valoran, well, it's him, a very interesting little guy."

"Unfortunately, I'm stared at by those distorted shadows! I'm still interested in those spell studies!"

Interest and help are two different things. As he is now, when the storm gathers here, the impact is unpredictable.

And according to his promise, he can't intervene in the struggle of every highness of the wallant family.

Pop!

The magic image scattered and the scroll fell to the ground. I don't know when, the old mage baixu has fallen asleep, and a slight snore slowly sounded.

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The red sun hung in the blue sky, and the vertical and falling sun penetrated the cicada like clouds, shrouded Limon Tanlu and brought the warmth of the spring sun.

The power temple in the southeast region fell into a solemn atmosphere, and a little sunshine shone on the buildings, reflecting a touch of ethereal golden light.

In the main temple, the statue of the God of power stands in the center, the right hand is on the chest, the left hand holds the waist sword tightly, and a golden armor covers the whole body, reflecting the spring sunshine, which looks luxurious and unusual.

Under the golden light, the head of the statue was slightly biased to the left, as if facing the world with its left face, vaguely blurred. In fact, the faces of gods have never been able to be seen by ordinary people.

With the sound of prayer, the divine light escapes from the statue. It is gentle but not dazzling. With a touch of comfort, it can heal all the pain.

Cardinal Agnes knelt on his knees and dragged his golden red cloak to the ground. His hands were folded against his forehead. He was chanting and praying. He looked dedicated and pious.

Creak!

The gate of the temple was pushed open, and a knight in silver gray armor strode forward. After hearing the prayer, he stopped silently and knelt half piously on the ground.

"What's the matter, pollett?" Agnes kept her hands together and said without looking back.

"Those shadow demons are crazy. They want to sacrifice directly in broad daylight and call the shadow world to come." pollett first saluted to the statue of the God of power, and then said in a low voice.

"Sacrifice? What's the matter? This is Limon Tanlu. Is no one stopping them?" Agnes stood up from the ground, her calm eyes surging like a sea of clouds.

"This is also my strange place. The place of sacrifice is near Cecil's arena, and the Cecil family allows the madmen to enter their control." pollett bowed his head and said respectfully.

The faint fluctuation of divine power led to the fluctuation of energy. Agnes closed her eyes and watched Cecil's arena silently by the power of the statue. (in the shrouded area of the violet mage tower, the legendary Agnes is closely monitored.)

"It's your highness Saroyan. Give up monitoring there. Don't let people misunderstand that the power temple also wants to participate in it." Agnes opened her eyes, and the golden divine light flashed in her pupils.

"Yes, under Agnes's crown."

Pollett bowed to answer, and then turned quite simply to leave. In the power Temple of stoke Kingdom, Agnes's command under the crown is equivalent to the parable of God, and no one will choose to disobey.

"The battle for the throne of the king has not yet begun. Is this the pre dinner dish served in advance?"

Agnes's Prayer sounded again. It was still a prayer to praise the God of power, but it echoed in the hall of the main temple like a red bell. Layers of sacred light slowly emerged, and the standing figure turned into a white blue whale to absorb the substantive sacred light.

Gradually, in the hazy radiance, as if it were an illusion, Agnes stood in a tall armor figure with dignified eyes.

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Cecil arena, in the secret room on the third floor.

Saroyan looked down at the noisy and bloody arena, with a little inexplicable Madness on his feminine face. "Bessemer, are you ready there?"

"Of course, the Cecil family is at your service!" Bessemer stood quietly behind him, with a calm face and no emotion, escorting Saroyan like a machine.

"So you? Priestess Orcas!" Saroyan turned his head and looked at the shadow standing in the shadow on the left, as if he wanted to see through the dark cloak.

"It's already ready, and the shadow will come." the low voice is like the neighing of a poisonous snake, harsh and restless, with a burst of blood.

Boom!

The blazing white flame filled the arena with unparalleled heat. It was the fire of victory on behalf of the winner. The surging heat wave almost overturned the roof of the arena.

Next to the bloody fighting cage, thousands of crazy people are shouting, venting their full of reality and their accumulated but unable to release desires.

Life is full of forms. At the moment, Cecil arena staged scenes of sinking. A touch of invisible black fog filled the air and was immediately attracted by somewhere,

"Let's start, this feast I have carefully prepared. It's time for those who once underestimated me to face up to my existence!"

The dark lines are engraved in the corners of his eyes, which makes Saroyan look strange at the moment. Vaguely, dark cyan scales emerge on the surface of the skin, and the ferocious smell rises slowly.

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Dada! Dada!

Modrian walked with heavy steps in the alley. He has maintained this state since he left the violet mage tower.

What is his real demand during limontanlu's trip? For your highness guy? Shit, forced to join, even if the reward is compensated, it can't stop his disgust.

The throne of king? Sorry, for him, he would rather be an unknown Lord and live in the snow covered mountains.

"In fact, my wish is very simple. I just want to live safely. I took a look at the mountain scenery of caradimos!"

"Unfortunately, there are always people who want to fight me, and there are always people who want me to be a dog and bite people crazily!" modrian half narrowed his eyes and showed a touch of bloodthirsty mania in his pupils. He doesn't want to be patient and peeped at all times.

Especially now, he felt a strange smell in the quiet alley. He should have felt it earlier, but inexplicable thoughts troubled him.

Looking sideways at dreus, modrian continued to walk towards where he lived.

When the door opened, modrian had just stepped into the courtyard, and the unexpected color appeared on his face.

The scenery in the courtyard remains the same, the ground is still the ground, the flowers and plants are still flowers and plants, and the corridor is still the corridor, but there are no other colors, only black and white are intertwined.