Elden: Ring of Calamity

Chapter 130 Dragon's Promenade
"Then why are you standing still, blow up this place quickly!" Cassia yelled at Ficher almost hysterically.

She doesn't want to be caught on the spot by a furious demigod, especially in the sensitive area of ​​the Golden King Capital where there is zero tolerance for "heretics" like them, whether it falls into the hands of the ancient dragon prince or the eagle dog of the golden tree, Death is probably already the greatest luxury.

So she had to destroy all the evidence, and then fled underground. As long as she could return to the Holy See alive, she would still have a chance to make a comeback—red priests, bishops, and archbishops relied on the resources, contacts, and information they had mastered in Rodel over the years. One day she will climb to a higher position and become a real arm of the great mother.

"Dear Priest Cassia Yosem," Sir Fichel took a deep breath, with uncontrollable anger throbbing in his eyes, the muscles on his face couldn't help twitching, and he squeezed out a sentence from between his teeth. , "I think you seem to lack the most basic understanding of the concept of 'semi-god', or is it that the current chaos has completely destroyed your sanity?"

"A young, powerful demigod who is growing rapidly every day is standing above our heads. His spiritual perception has covered everything within a few kilometers. Now tell me, let me murder under his nose His ethnicity, or a high-ranking flying dragon whose blood is so pure that it can resonate with his soul?!"

"Besides, don't look at me with your hellish eyes——" Sir pulled out the heavy steel sword behind his back and stuck it on the ground with a clang, and said in a cold tone, "Since Mr. Duke told me your real name, it means that he has granted you your real name. I remove the power of all of you if necessary."

As soon as this remark came out, Cassia and the few warlocks behind her immediately turned pale. In the past few years of cooperation, she has already established a deep understanding of the man in front of her. Perhaps Fichel is inferior to Max in terms of absolute combat power. Weir is ahead, but when it comes to tenacity of heart and ruthlessness of means, even ten "dragon guns" can't compare to him.

Because of this, she never dared to use her manipulative tricks in front of Ficher. As for Maxwell, who was treated as a marionette, it was just that the Duke only needed an obedient knife, and they needed an obedient knife. The experimental product, both parties take what they want.

Seeing that Cassia stopped yelling under the intimidation, Ficher's chest full of anger heaved deeply again several times, and finally restrained his killing intent, saying: "Since you understand the current situation, Just take your people and get out of passage No. [-] as soon as possible, and the Duke will send someone to contact you again when the wind passes."

This time, the group of black-robed warlocks never made any untimely complaints, but ran towards the third passage like a group of bereaved dogs.Looking at their backs, Ficher wanted to draw his sword to cut the weeds and root them out several times, but remembering the order from the duke, he could only hold back.

Now that the matter has come to this point, Mr. Duoris has clearly prepared for the worst, and he has to reserve one or two escape routes for the future.

Sir Fichel sighed heavily, then turned his head to look at the white dragon bound to the steel wall in the depths of the secret room, and ordered to his subordinates: "Put that dragon down, everything else remains the same, from now on No one is allowed in or out of this area."

After speaking, he pulled out the steel sword on the ground with one hand, carried Maxwell with the other, and walked towards the main control room without looking back.

"How's the situation?" As soon as he entered the door, Ficher looked at several people at the conference table and asked, including Carlisle and Raglan, who had just received treatment for their injuries.

On the other side, Maxwell, who was in a coma, had been temporarily thrown into the confinement room near the main control room. Although he hadn't been detained directly in name, everyone at the scene acquiesced in treating the dragon feeder as an abandoned child.

"That Highness descended directly with the body of a dragon, and now the No. [-] warehouse is in ruins," Raglan replied weakly, "His Highness Michaela's knight has not arrived yet, it seems that we have at least Let those warlocks escape."

"Where is the Holy Flame Emblem?"

"It's already been destroyed," Carlisle coughed twice with a pale face, "The magic brand left by Archbishop Pirac is too strong, this one almost killed me."

"Thank you, young master." Ficher breathed a sigh of relief, "In this way, the only thing that can't escape is the matter of Long Xiang. Since the white dragon is not dead yet, with the foundation of the Duke in the court -"

In the middle of the speech, a series of violent explosions suddenly came from outside the secret vault. Everyone rushed to the window to look out in horror. They saw a large cloud of floating dust mixed with thick smoke rising around them at the same time. When the vision became clear again, the explosion The ruins dumped in the middle have blocked all passages leading to other areas, and even those hidden underground passages have not been spared.

What is even more frightening is that in the smoke and dust that gradually drifted away and faded away, burly and burly figures that did not look like ordinary people appeared again. What they were holding was nothing more than scrap metal, but they all exuded an extremely violent aura.

"Son of Omen."

Carlisle felt a little dizzy for a moment, and quickly supported the table beside him to stabilize his figure with difficulty. He staggered to the terrace outside and cast his unfocused eyes into the distance.

Hundreds of meters away, those mountain demons who lost the control of the holy flame emblem were quickly surrounded and wiped out by groups of sons of evil omen, and only a few prisoners were chained up by heavy chains, dragged and escorted to the rear of the group.

His Royal Highness Lataen and the two defiled princes stood at the front of the team, forming corners to block the main road leading to the outside world from the secret vault. In the ruins at the forefront, the silver-white dragon as dazzling as moonlight Slightly vibrated the four wings entwined with blessing golden light, and slightly lowered the dragon's head in the strong wind blowing towards his face, the coldness in his eyes seemed to freeze him completely.

I should have thought of it earlier - Carlisle said with a wry smile in his heart, when he learned that the two demigods appeared together with Meng Gete and the brothers Meng Ge to ambush Rollo, he should have realized that the Son of Omen has also become them. Use the power.

Trying to escape other people's control at the door of other people's homes, it seems that neither my father nor myself have taken it for granted this time.

"His Royal Highness Lucia." He bent down and gave a deep salute. After thinking for a moment, he knelt down on his knees and chose to face the ancient dragon prince in front of him with the etiquette of a mortal meeting a god.

Because he understands that at the moment when there is no way to escape the conspiracy of Long Xiang, the fate of himself and even the entire Duoris family has completely fallen into the hands of the other party. At this moment, the name Lucia Sanks no longer represents a The young demigod who is studying abroad in the royal capital under the junior ceremony is the city in the sky whose status is completely equal to that of the golden tree.

"I can feel the call from the depths of my blood," Lucia finally said after a cold silence, "So tell me——where are my people?"

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