Chapter 233： Storm Apostle

233: Storm Apostle

Before the outer city was breached, the main hall of the palace!

Hoo!

Bantu panted heavily and looked at the gem that turned from pitch black to crimson due to its fullness of blood.

From the moment the Storm Empire was built on this land more than 70,000 years ago.

The members of the Habsburg family bear a curse that cannot be broken!

This curse will not only devour the flesh and blood of the subject at all times, but will also turn the subject into a beast with only a killing instinct after death!

In order not to let these killing machines destroy the basis of the Habsburg family's rule.

In order to leave behind the descendants of the Habsburg family, they will burn with the enemy.

The founding emperor of the Storm Empire accepted his own curse and reached an agreement with the source of the curse, the undead prince, Zig Galloran.

He sacrificed all the warriors who followed him into the city of Marseilles to the undead king Zig Galloran, and asked his future successor to take all the dead Hasselblad The Fort people, sent to the city of the dead, Araksai!

In return, the undead prince also sealed the projection of the city of the undead in a gem of annihilation and gave it to the first generation Habsburg!

As long as the descendants of the Habsburgs believe that the current crisis cannot be resolved, they can sacrifice their own blood and soul to activate the projection in the gem of annihilation and bring the city of the dead to Araksai Pull down the reality!

Living creatures within the range of perception!

"You're calling me."

A grand voice resounded in the hall, and along with this voice, a grand projection of the city also appeared in the sight of Bantu Habsburg!

"It's...ahem...it's me."

"Why call me, from the day you heard this secret, didn't you hate my existence?"

Listening to the question of Araksai, the city of the dead, Bantu smiled, but this smile was full of hostility!

"No! I never hated you, it was hatred!"

"I hate everyone including you, including my ancestor, the so-called storm god!"

When he said this, the expression on Bantu's face suddenly became miserable.

"No, you can't count as a human, you are just a ruin that should have been destroyed a long time ago, **** it 10,000 times, piled up with stones and dead bones!"

"Since you hate me so much, why are you calling me, don't you know the price of doing so?"

"How could I not know! I personally sent my wife (also his sister), my daughter, and my father in, how could I not know!"

Bantu covered his face with his withered palms, and seemed to be crying, but he couldn't shed even the slightest tear in his eyes!

"Since you know, why do you do this, I don't understand."

The projection of Araksai, the city of the dead, trembled, as if thinking.

"You don't need to understand, you just need to follow that **** contract, come to this world, and spread as much as you like!"

"Come on! Swallow me! Swallow me and you can come!"

Bantu Habsburg let out a roar with the last of his strength, and then a black light lit up on his body.

That is the soul that has been cursed for 173 years!

Buzz buzz…

The projection of Araksai, the city of the dead, vibrated, and then a powerful suction force was born, sucking and pulling Bantu's soul, tearing it apart and absorbing it effortlessly.

Boom low.

Bantu's withered body instantly turned into dust and fluttered in the hall.

…

Marseille, Tower of Storms.

Perceiving the changes in the hall, Crowell sighed lightly.

"Your Majesty, your descendants will not escape the curse after all, he... eh..."

After a while, Crowell seemed to have thought of something. He looked at the disc in the center of the top of the tower with relief, and stroked the ancient formation engraved on the disc!

"But that's fine, at least your descendants don't have to suffer from this curse, and the world will understand how much you did for this world 70,000 years ago sacrifice."

"As for me...I can also unload this burden and meet you in the spiritual world."

While speaking, Crowell mobilized his own magic power, poured it into the disc in front of him, and communicated the huge divine power contained in it!

A faint blue light lit up in the space at the top of the tower, and the next moment, the entire magic tower was instantly activated, and in the inner wall of the pagoda, the light blue magic circuit snaked like a dragon!

In the past 70,000 years, in order to prevent the descendants of the Habsburg family from depleting the God of Storms, that is, the power left by the first generation of Habsburgs.

Crowwell has been consuming his divinity to make up for the deficit.

This consumption is 70,000 years, making his strength drop from the ninth stage of the **** stage to the second stage of the **** stage!

Now, the last member of the Habsburg family has sacrificed himself, and no one in the world except Cromwell can use the **** of the storm to stay in this tower the power of.

At this point, it is meaningless to keep this magical tower destined to be destroyed.

After thinking of this, Crowell closed his eyes lonely.

"Your Majesty! Please allow your servants to borrow your power, and let the offenders witness the might of the thunder!"

Speaking, the entire magic tower suddenly erupted with extremely strong vibrations.

But the tremor only lasted for a moment, and then calm returned.

One after another violent energy, along the palm of Crowell, madly poured into his body.

In an instant, his strength was restored to the seventh stage of the **** stage.

After more than ten seconds, the magic circuit above the disc dimmed.

However, this is not because the energy contained in it has been drained, but Crowell has returned to his peak state and can no longer extract the power contained in it.

Zheng!

Crowwell opened his eyes.

In an instant, there is electricity in the void, and thunder on the ground!

The whole city of Marseille is shining bright blue!

…

Aware of the strangeness of the city under her feet, Tyrande suddenly felt an endless sense of crisis in her heart!

Driven by this sense of crisis, Tyrande subconsciously shouted in the conscious space to let the army in the city quickly evacuate!

But before she could move, a strong hand was placed on her shoulder.

"Don't panic."