Mystery: Those years when I was a foreign aid for the Aurora Club

Chapter 343 The Conspirator

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William I's eyes froze suddenly, and a blazing white flame gushed out from his throat, which had the tendency to burn his vocal cords and head to ashes.This "Hand of Order" is not yet willing to sit still, and spirituality outlines a golden law in the sky:
"Any form of flame attack is prohibited here!"

However, William I once again made a wrong decision under the teasing of fate. In this instant, he should immediately integrate himself into the law of the future "Dark Emperor" densely packed in the mausoleum, and no matter how bad it is, he will also give to the other party. Call for help instead of trying to take on the War Angel in front of you with a buffed "Angel of Destiny" curse of doom.

Almost at the moment when the law was formed, the flames burning on Medici's body and on the sword tended to go out, but he didn't take it seriously at all. Before William I said "violators should be punished!", he The long sword in his hand cut off William I's neck with a blazing flame, and the escaping fire flew around in a circular shape, and the entire upside-down mausoleum was instantly enveloped in raging fire.

One's own good luck is the enemy's bad luck. "Fate" is different from "darkness". Fate always needs to be compared to show its advantages and disadvantages. Only by seeing the misfortune of others can one realize one's own luck.

"Oh, William, weepy and rigid little William."

Everyone used to be acquaintances, and spent time together in Solomon's First Empire. Although the Marquis William at that time was not even qualified to enter the eyes of the red angel, he was willing to send each other with the tone of an acquaintance with a unique meaning at this time. hit the road.

Medici flew up and kicked the head to pieces, the spiritual blood and brain tissue exploded on the ground.He threw the long sword casually, and nailed the headless body that was trying to turn away on the black stone brick.The kind red sky used blazing fire to complete the cremation of William I, and accelerated the time for the Extraordinary characteristics to be precipitated. The spirituality of the dissipated "Judger" pathway was swallowed up by the remaining adjacent pathways left in the mausoleum. .

The red angel looked at this ancient mausoleum, snorted, and laughed with emotion or sarcasm:
"Traitors who follow the wind, I thought I could kill you in the Fourth Epoch."

Are you forced to rebel?Or is it forced to stand in line?Surrender because you are too weak?You can surrender, of course you can surrender!Then when others come to kill you for this crime in the future, don't justify yourself.

War does not discriminate against deserters, it just makes them die.

After a short period of silence, the next moment, the spirituality of the "Dark Emperor" in the mausoleum was activated. It is hard to say whether George III, who is only now doing it, really just reacted due to lack of combat experience, or whether he has some subtle personal emotions towards William I. The irresistible iron law pressed down like a mountain, and the ground cracked open, swallowing the ashes and spiritual brilliance that were slowly gathering.

Medici whistled, a few charms exchanged positions back and forth between the palm of his hand and fingertips, his eyes swept across the sky that had not yet been sealed.

George III left an exit for him, apparently unwilling to let the red angel wreak havoc in his most important mausoleum.Of course, Medici didn't want to stay in such an unlucky place, and immediately turned into a flaming meteor and left here.

"What about you, two trash?" War Angel said with a smile, "Are you going to die in such an unknown way?"

He turned his head suddenly, and saw a person in the far distance who was hesitating and hesitating. Information showed that it was another angel from the Augustus family, the former Duke of Southwell, the "Balancer" of Sequence Two , Drink Augustus.

Of course, the former Duke of South Wales would not be so stupid as to use the small body of Sequence Two to fight against the relatively powerful Medici in Sequence One. He immediately retreated without even thinking about it. follow suit.

In Backlund Palace, George III's heart was pounding.

Unexpectedly, the ancestor William I died. To put it mildly, he was ambiguous and vacillating. To put it bluntly, he had no ambition at all but had the absolute right to speak in the family. You have to worry that if you are displeased by the Seven Gods in the future, will William I lead everyone to watch him being killed with cold eyes, and then calmly pay the benefits, pushing everything on him and cutting off marriage with him—George The third prince smiled, thinking of his third son, Edsaac, who was sacrificed by himself.

The Earls of Rustin in history seemed to always have ill-fated lives. The poor little prince, who always looked at his father with reverence, how sad and desperate should he be after realizing that he was an abandoned son?He doesn't hate this child, but rather likes the youngest son a little bit, but before his own purpose, even if George III sacrifices all three of his children, He is willing.

If necessary, when I become the Dark Emperor, I can rectify Edesak's name... George III thought that I could push everything to the Witch Sect, so that Edesak could still have a place in the history books at least. A positive image spreads.

This world is like this, everyone is struggling to grow like a plant.

To become stronger depends not on virtue but on cruelty. The more you want to reach high places, the more the roots of plants will extend to dark places. The more you want to thrive, the more corpses you need as nutrients.Just like offering sacrifices to a cruel god named "Power", the flames on the altar are blazing, and what is waiting to be invested is one's own sense of justice, kindness, kindness, soft-heartedness and all other virtues, and everything in between.

Only by burning all of these can it be possible to gain the favor of strength!
Bring your thoughts back to the present—the "Balancer" will definitely not go against you beyond their limits. In the future, the Augustus family will have the final say.It's really a great thing, and I really should thank the Red Angel!

Thank Him with death!
The location of George III was suddenly raised, and he cut off the seat from the location of the others. Prince Slaughter raised his eyes and looked at Medici, who turned around slowly. The ray of light that can tear apart space went straight to Medici!A sneer of disdain appeared on the corner of Medici's mouth. He threw several spells up and down in his hand, but he didn't intend to use any of them.

Because his good luck is beyond common sense! The "spiritual piercing" light was dismantled like a shower, and only a small part fell on Medici.Those two rays of light didn't really hurt him, he just felt a sharp pain in his head for a moment, he didn't lose consciousness, and he didn't feel spiritual damage.

The phantom of the silver-white scaleless giant snake hovered around Medici, and his blood-red eyes looked directly at the huge shadow connected to the sky.

Medici pressed the center of his eyebrows, the long sword in his hand spread flames, and in the flames turned into a thin sword that seemed to have no combat power and could only be worn around his waist as an ornament. Then, "Medic " Arrogantly brushing the overlong hair back on the head, the iron black eyes turned emerald green.In the blink of an eye, the aura of the war angel suddenly changed, and even his face seemed to undergo slight changes.

"Medic, what are you talking about? If you can't beat them, feel free to ask for help. We're just making fun of you!"

Sauron laughed loudly: "Einhorn! Get ready, let's teach this little king how to fight!"

Before the voice fell, the swaying shadows around him suddenly became solid. George III has not yet accommodated uniqueness, nor has he established a stable "emperor" cognition, but he still has the ability to connect himself with the concept of the country. As if rebelling against him was tantamount to rebelling against a country!The twisted iron law descended from the sky, and the Kingdom of God and the Kingdom began to overlap. Every law of the emperor will be fulfilled here without reservation. The emperor is the only one, and the emperor is everything!
Medici was injured by "spiritual puncture"?have to back off?
Seeing the change in the appearance of the conqueror, such an idea appeared in everyone's mind.

Then, from nowhere, a mob of people came, as if they had descended from the sky or grown from the earth, and surrounded the army united around the conqueror.These human-like and non-human creatures seem to be spliced ​​​​by human body parts, and some are simply a piece of paper.They twisted their bodies strangely, twitched their hands and feet, and let out sharp and ugly laughter. Layers of black threads hung down from the sky and connected to the back of the necks of these things, like an absurd and funny show on the stage. Puppetry.

The "Servant of Mysteries" joined the battlefield, and Zaratul quietly intervened with Sequence One of the "Writer". Of course, the extraordinary items of Sequence One could not have an effective impact on a "Conqueror" who had been prepared for a long time, but it was enough for him to Behind the scenes, he quickly wrote a scene of drama, dragged the Red of War into the army, and performed it together with his own army of secret puppets.

"Yo, little Zaratul is here too."

"If your great-grandfather knew what you were loyal to now, he might come out of his spiritual imprint and teach you a lesson!"

Sauron's eyes swept across these twisted and weird puppets. He was not afraid of these little things, and the Red of War was connected with the commander's spirit, so he naturally would not be afraid of them.This army mainly composed of saints and mid-sequences was not even qualified to stand on the stage and confront the secret puppet army, but even if they looked directly at these things, they would not be affected by the angels manipulating behind the scenes.Although the commander's order and combat style have changed, the well-trained army members still carried out his order in the first place.

They quickly divided into small teams, separated the secret puppets who had an advantage in numbers, and wiped out these weird things in an orderly manner.

War is the art of concentration, a game of groups, but it is more than numbers alone can make up for.

And in this short period of time, Zaratul quickly retreated behind the scenes. His rough script had been completed, and the projector in his hand projected a series of slides on the ground, starting with the marionette army descending from the sky.

"There are so many good things here in Medici." Sauron muttered, picking and choosing among the charms in his hand, picked one at random, and whispered, "Grass!"

"Einhorn, watch over Zaratul for me, ready to mobilize the army at any time."

The Conqueror's eyes were fixed on George III, the Prince of Sequence, who might have two copies of one or three copies, standing on the heights of the Kingdom of Shadows like a real emperor, coldly admiring the two armies full of admiration. sexual performance.

Sauron's shadow suddenly stood up, with three heads close to the conqueror's back, the sun, depravity and evil atmosphere surrounded him at the same time, countless sunlight gathered and the long spear stabbed George III at the height, the king immediately made a move In response, the spear was twisted and crushed, causing him no harm.

But at the next moment, a sense of crisis suddenly erupted from his side and back, and George III suddenly turned his head, only to see himself growing out of the shadow behind him—another George III, with blood-red eyes and a smile on his face. The appalling depravity and sinful aura seemed to be his reflection!

The reflection made by combining the two paths George III raised his hand and slowly stretched it towards his neck.

At the same time, the thin sword that seemed to be just a decoration pierced from above him obliquely, and Sauron's laughter was even a step slower than it:
"idiot!"

The conqueror's jeers aroused George III's fretfulness and anger:

"It's a waste that hasn't even fought a battle, and something that Yujiazheng can't understand. You'd better go and learn from Solomon before you come again!"

But at this moment, a gap suddenly appeared in the sky of the Kingdom of God, and huge meteorites fell like rain, and the scene of doomsday began to brew.

Ouroreus' good luck failed to stop a god, and the "primordial witch" arrived in time.

George III reacted quickly, blocking the conqueror's sword, and quickly turned around, temporarily imprisoning his reflection himself with the law.

The projector in Zaratul's hand was playing until the conqueror was restricted by the laws of George III and knocked down by George III with the power of "barbarians". Suddenly, the projector jammed, and then jumped back to the previous frame, and then jumped back to the previous frame... …The progress of the script was force majeure, and I had to delete myself and look for opportunities to restart the show.He squinted his eyes and raised his head, but the endless Secret Puppets were still falling down, preventing War Red from providing help to the commander.Suddenly, he noticed something. A somewhat familiar figure flashed in the eyes of the secret puppet. This person's demeanor and movements were not quite similar to those of other hunters immersed in the thrill of fighting. He even had an Intis in his mouth. Produced smoke, but not lit.

He noticed the line of sight of a secret puppet, glanced in this direction, then took something out of his pocket and threw it on the ground.

"The abyss descends," Einhorn said.

In an instant, the kingdom of desire and evil spread out at the feet of War Red, and the kingdom of God of George III was wrapped by viscous evil spreading from bottom to top, and law and order were also covered with malice. Become glory, treachery become virtue!
Crazy evil slowly erodes everyone.

……

In Intis, there is also a spell burning in the hand of the god of steam and machinery, which is the "historical projection" offered by the secret order.

Bonova reached out and grabbed the air, but found nothing, and grabbed it again, but there was still only air.After repeating it several times, He grabbed the red-haired war angel Medici out of the air.

As soon as Medici appeared, his eyes quickly became lively.A metal cabin fell from above, and Medici got in without thinking, and then the door opened, and he replaced it with a metal god-falling container made by the "Perfect One", and moved his joints a few times in satisfaction.

"Chick has joined the battle." Medici said, "It is estimated that the two trash can stop them for a while. This historical projection will only last for a limited time. The Lord said that if necessary, you can pray to the 'fool'. I have told you my honorable name. "

Although I don't know who the Fool is, first rule out Antigonus.

Bonova nodded, his spirituality is indeed not enough to maintain a sequence for a long time to manifest.

After finishing speaking, Medici turned around and left, while He built a spiritual wall under the gaze of the God of Steam, and began to chant the honorable name of "The Fool".

TBC
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Today I suddenly discovered that some typos that have been corrected will be changed back. What is the principle?

Double update.

(End of this chapter)