Chapter 637

"Where's Mata?"

Margaret III received news that Mackay, Donne, Sean and others had been assassinated. Her first reaction was to ask the whereabouts of Martha XIII.

"His royal highness, he is going to visit your excellency Merlin." A court official bowed respectfully to Margaret III.

"Merlin?" Margaret III took hold of heilinger's killing and said coldly, "what's the matter with Merlin?"

"Mr. Merlin, it seems... To have been influenced by the crown." The court official lowered his head, squinted, and looked carefully at the tips of Marguerite III's shoes.

Margaret III pressed her lips hard.

"The influence under the crown" is a curse. It is a curse that must be borne by those who have gained the power of hedra.

Just like herself

In the past decade or so, she has abandoned the government and devoted herself to being an ordinary cook in the old grandmother's tavern. Of course, some things happened 18 years ago, but it is also directly related to her being influenced by the "crown".

Under the crown, Hellinger, symbol of chaos and depravity, Lord of destruction and greed.

If you get his power, you must bear his confused thinking.

Especially... Hedra has nine heads, and you have only one.

"Poor Merlin, I hope he can hold on." Marguerite III sighed: "well, Mr. medega, please look after the house of claustrophobia. It seems that I can only do it myself."

She turned her mouth and laughed coldly: "Joe killed George... Whether he did it or not, but it's a beautiful thing. So, this is the Revenge of the ice sea Kingdom on us? "

"They've killed a prince, so they're killing our royal family?" Margaret Sans shook her head as like as two peas. "Oh, it's really my good sister. Her thoughts are exactly the same as mine."

She waved her hand fiercely: "don't let me catch them... Otherwise, the people who do it, I will take them to feed the snake..."

As it all happened, Mata XIII, led by Merlin's two sons, entered Merlin's bedroom.

In the bedroom, Merlin lay quietly on her bed without making any noise.

However, occasionally, a stream of snake shaped black air came out from his eyebrows, rushed more than ten feet high, and hit the ceiling of the room severely. Then, there was a "hissing" whine.

It's chilly in the room. In the air, there is undercurrent surging, wave after wave washing everyone's body.

Confused consciousness, mixed will, strange and evil gibberish reverberate in the air.

Martha XIII's body shook.

Around him, Merlin's children and grandchildren only showed a trace of pain, and Mata XIII was particularly affected. His body seemed to be suppressed by a mountain. As he walked step by step to Merlin's bed, his steps fell on the carpet in the room, and the carpet under his feet was shattered, revealing deep footprints.

"Merlin, my old friend." He reached for Meilin's dry, cold palm and said, "finally, this day... You..."

Mata XIII roared and retreated.

Merlin, who was lying on the bed, gave a shrill laugh. His arm exploded and turned into a dozen translucent, light blue tentacles.

The flexible tentacles stretch to tens of feet, and the tiny venom glands on the very thin tentacles are clearly visible.

The tentacle turned into a big net and pulled on Mata XIII.

On the palms and arms of Mata XIII, there were very thin wounds that could reach the bone, and large areas of pale blue blood were sprayed out. These seemingly delicate tentacles are as lethal as artifact.

Under the skin of Mata XIII, there are bright golden patterns.

Countless magnificent patterns, like oak leaves, were burning under the skin of Martha XIII. The whole body of Mata XIII was burning with golden and gorgeous flame, which was just like the essence of the flame. The terrible high temperature rushed, and the flame condensed into a set of brilliant armor on him.

Inside the wound cut by the tentacle, blue poisonous smoke splashed.

The poisonous blood was burned up by Shenyan, and the damaged muscles of the wound were also turned into ashes. Under the huge divine power, the flesh and blood in the wound grew and healed completely in an instant.

Mata XIII's eyes were full of fire and thunder, and he was staring at Merlin sitting up from his bed."You're not Merlin... Who are you?"

The man slowly turned to look at Mata XIII. He coughed, a flexible tentacle rolled back, rubbed gently around his neck, and a piece of human skin mask was uncovered.

A thin, dark old face appeared, and the delicate light in his triangle eyes flickered. The dry and thin old man left the bed, his arms turned into dozens of shining tentacles, floating in the air, and his feet three feet above the ground.

"So, Florence, what have they done all these years?"

The old man exclaimed: "Your Highness's card is... You, a clergyman?"

The old man looked at Mata XIII with regret: "what a pure and extreme power of the sun. If it wasn't for this power, how could my venom fail?"

Martha XIII sneered: "clergy? Oh, no, I'm a heretic. I stole Mu's glory and power... That's all

The golden flame is burning.

Everything in the room began to burn.

Merlin's two sons hissed sharply at the same time. They incarnated in shadow, and with twisted and hazy lights, they rushed to Mata XIII from behind.

Martha XIII sneered. The void was twisted and broken. A golden, wooden spear shot out of the broken void and was firmly grasped by him.

The spear, with a strong light that could not be looked directly at, made a loud noise, spewed thousands of golden thunder, drew a huge arc, and slashed the two traitors.

Merlin's two sons were burning all over the body. They uttered a cry of despair, and then disappeared as a wisp of fly ash between their fingers.

Mata XIII sadly watched the old man take off the mask and throw it on the ground: "you shouldn't do this... You killed him, you still desecrated his body... And they let you desecrate their father's body... Damn traitors."

The whole Merlin house was reduced to ashes in the fire, and the guards, servants and so on in the house were all reduced to ashes.

Mata XIII looked at the old man coldly: "Merlin is very important to the Durham empire... The curtain call of an empire's great man must have some martyrs. These people are not enough, far from enough. "

The old man sighed helplessly: "sarin, it's a mess. We have to kill it!"

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