Chapter 232

The violet mage tower in the cold rainstorm emits a faint purple light, like elegant flowers in full bloom on a spring night, attracting dim starlight scattered and infiltrating the boundless darkness.

In the Whitehall on the top floor, the quiet and peaceful atmosphere dissipated, leaving only a trace of dignity. Under the silent legend crown, people watched the luxury building that fell into the confrontation between the will of the main plane and the will of the bottomless abyss.

Silent fluctuations, transparent folds, annihilation of dripping showers, followed by thick walls, luxurious wall columns, elegant courtyards, all of which can not escape the sweeping will battle.

And, in the space trapped in the bottomless abyss, two abyss lords are overflowing to release the great atmosphere of their legendary devil (devil).

"Under the crown of Craig, are you sure you don't want to do it?" Dubois looked at the people of modrian who were caught in the hard struggle, and there were inexplicable colors flashing in his deep pupils.

"Two talented Knight chiefs and a legendary caster, are you sure stoke kingdom will watch them fall like this?"

It has to be said that in the fallen broken space at the moment, dreus's terrorist talent and modrian's age surprised him. Such characters were rarely seen in his career of wandering the mainland.

Dubois's eyes turned slightly. The legendary strength made him feel the destructive battle situation in the space sky, and the overflowing energy made him feel frightened.

"The legendary caster, shadow side Scripps, didn't expect that this hired mission would encounter a duel between legends, and it looked wonderful."

Under the crown of Craig, it seems that he didn't hear Dubois's words. Relying on the white jade guardrail, he looked at limontanlu in the wind and rain, and his turbid vision had insight into the luxury buildings invaded by the bottomless abyss.

"The patron of the thematic will has not met such an interesting person for a long time, which is also rare on the road of legend."

As Dubois said, he stepped into the realm of knight in his twenties, and was also a war knight who pursued the way of ancient Knight, a natural general and Commander! Such a character is not only surprised by Dubois, but also ripples in his heart.

"No one can see the track of fate, even us." Craig whispered under the crown, as if whispering to himself.

The turbid color faded in his eyes, reflecting the fearless figure of dreus, like a blood rose, blooming in the broken space.

"The outcome is still uncertain. I have a hunch that the two Pit Lords will not win easily."

Hearing the speech, Dubois still maintained a lazy posture, and the remaining light from the corner of his eyes flashed over Moira on his side. The same legendary caster did not have waves and waves, and seemed to believe the words under Craig's crown.

"Well, this is your territory. I'm just making suggestions. Since I have made a decision, I will act according to your decision by relying on the employment contract of the aristocratic Council."

After pulling out the wine stopper, Dubois took the wine pot and walked to the tables and chairs in the hall. He was too tired to stand. He wanted to enjoy a few mouthfuls of wine and have a rest.

Click!

The crisp voice was like fate turning. Dubois had not gone far. He turned around and looked at the broken space again with a dignified face, holding an iron pot sprinkled with overflowing wine.

More than that, Moira, who kept quiet all the time, lost her calm and elegant temperament, and a look of awe of power emerged and hidden in her pupils.

In addition, under the crown of Craig, who relies on the white jade guardrail, he stands slightly straight, converges on the calm state of mind, and the sky blue brilliance flows in his eyes, looking at the changing will battle battlefield.

There is a great presence!

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The ancient courtyard in a corner is baptized by the rainstorm. The purple armor body image standing on the street at the gate is like a sculpture. The dripping rain is inexplicably affected and has no trace of contamination with the armor.

Who would have thought that this courtyard was where his highness guy would live? And his royal highness, who has the first inheritance of stoke Kingdom, is being imprisoned.

"Uncle Raphael, is there any change in the situation outside?" guy asked calmly, looking at the dim starry sky with his ice blue hair hanging down his eyes and slightly covering his pale face.

Looking at guy on his back, count Raphael's old face showed a touch of bitterness. He didn't expect that limontanlu's trip would look like this.

The throne?

That has become an extravagant hope. Now he thinks about how to get out of limontanlu safely. Even with the protection of his ancestors, he can think that the future Harriman family will be completely far away from the power center of the kingdom.

Perhaps now the banquet held by the noble parliament is in full swing. His highness Sawyer should be a shining pearl and become the most eye-catching existence.

"According to the secret agent's report, some 'reliable' allies all chose to sit on the wall and wait for the results tonight." count Raphael shook his head and everything was irreparable.

"In addition, there is an uncertain intelligence. Baron modrian chose to fight tonight. It is suspected that there is a figure of the Dale family. The target is his highness Saroyan."

The situation of the confrontation between the will of the main plane and the will of the abyss is covered by the rainstorm and thunder in the night at the moment. Except under the legendary crown, only some knight commanders nearby will notice it.

"Modrian!!!" guy got up slightly, his slender and straight posture was like an eagle rising from the sky, stretching his fierce momentum.

He was very impressed by the Baron in the north of the kingdom. He intended to be a sharp blade (wild dog) in his hand. After exposing the hidden power, he completely gave up soliciting.

The guy with unknown factors doesn't meet the plan.

Deep and quiet eyes penetrated the dense white rain curtain, looked at the violet mage tower emitting light purple radiance in the distance, and turned to look at the varant palace like a dark beast.

"Hasn't Craig answered yet?"

"No, sir Lambert can't see the crown of Craig recently and can't get a specific answer," Rafael said in a deep voice. In today's situation, he has no choice but to pray that his highness guy is ready.

"It seems that Craig is going to stand idly by, or my father's majesty still has enough deterrence. At least there is no chaos tonight." guy turns to look at count Raphael in front of him. He knows the old man's state of mind. Some things are really unexpected.

When the foot ban came out from the vallant palace, all the situations were like a collapsed water dike. He returned from the sad door and became a joke. The dispute over the throne seemed to have fallen to the dust, and he became the man who failed.

"The pointer of fate has not been determined yet? Who can say the final winner!"

Creak!

The heavy iron door was pushed, mixed with falling rain, and the abnormal noise of glass friction sounded, attracting the attention of guy and count Raphael.

Under the dim starlight, rows of figures in purple ferocious armor step into the courtyard, and then disperse to build a special guard formation with the released life energy.

A burly figure in steel armor came out of the array, with a huge heavy sword behind him, and the solid momentum dissipated the cold rain.

Dong!

The burly figure knelt down on one knee and raised the steel armor, revealing an old wrinkled face, crisscross scars, and restrained killing in his indifferent eyes.

"Dakama Arnold, see your highness guy!"

"How's it going?" guy didn't look surprised. It seemed that Duke dakama was expected to appear here.

The count Raphael behind him was in a state of stupor. He looked at the Duke of dakama on one knee and his highness guy on his back. The color of horror appeared in the depths of his eyes.

"The violet guards have taken over the defence of limontanlu, and the noble Council has begun to act, waiting for the last moment!" said Duke dakama in a deep voice.

"Then let's go!" guy smiled and immediately turned his head to look at the count Raphael behind him. His ice blue hair shook gently and fell in front of his eyes, hiding a twisted and crazy look.

"Fate is changeable and changing all the time. Always remember to abide by your choice."

Click!

When Guy left with easy steps, a clear voice suddenly sounded in his ears, like close at hand, causing inexplicable palpitations in his heart.

In a trance, a cross shaped blue Rune appeared in guy's pupils, and a repressive momentum fell over the courtyard.

Deep in the soul, an existence seems to wake up from his deep sleep, and a strange hoarse voice quietly echoes in his mind: "eh!? who will choose to intervene in the struggle of the thematic plane at this time?"

Then, a slight wave spread along the rain to the dark night sky until it touched the area where the will of the theme plane clashed with the will of the abyss.

"Well... No... no... no... bottomless abyss invasion? Ha, there are two little guys doing things, but they seem to be losing money."

"Life? Time? Strange power!...... Did you find me? I don't know which old guy woke up early."

"I hope it won't stop me!"

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In the broken space, the cunning scarlet giant snake Archibald is suspended in the colorful sky, the huge snake head is slightly lowered, and the inverted terrorist eyes stare at the shining golden light, illuminating this area.

"This feeling... What's going on and why there is a sense of danger."

After the human noble crushed the pale golden seed, the branches like some Rune suddenly appeared in the space, such as the flowing halo enveloped the heavy cavalry, and then the feeling of fatal danger suddenly appeared in the heart.

This is the feeling he never felt after he became the Lord of the fourth Abyss: howling abyss.

Before Archibald thought about it, the golden branches floated slowly in the void, filled with the breath of hidden life.

After that, an ancient great will suddenly came and quietly watched Archibald. The indifferent emotion affected the Demon Lord.

"Damn, what does that mean? Look down on me? It's just a will. Dare you despise me so much!"

The huge red snake rolled in the broken space, stirring twisted space cracks, like a bloody hurricane sweeping all the surging energy.