son-in-law of blood

Chapter 209 Conlaly's Decision
Dark brown mist lingers in this airtight cell.

Gar Scott's face was a little pale due to the heavy blow, but the indistinct aura exuding from him still caught the few present by surprise.

Hawthorne's pupils opened slightly. Gall's cultivation was abolished by himself. His self-confidence over the years really made it difficult for him to understand the scene in front of him.

More importantly - this person can actually use undead magic, there is no doubt that he is a real Lich!

Conraly, who was watching Gal in the dark, had a serious expression on his face.

Conraly raised his eyes and looked at Gall again, a little doubt flashed in his heart—yes, it seems that he is indeed a lich now!But why did my own investigation show that he was just an ordinary blood man?

Is there really any means in this world that can blind a demigod's eyes?

Seeing the silent crowd, Gal's face relaxed a little, and he said slowly with a confident smile:
"It's surprising. If I didn't take the initiative to expose it, you would never find out that I am a lich! How many people in the blood race are liches? How many people in your Twilight City are members of our dark council. These secrets..."

"Of course you won't tell these secrets!"

A stern voice came from behind Gall, and Conraly also appeared at this moment.

Hearing the sound, Gal turned around quickly, a little fear flashed in his eyes, but it was quickly covered up by firmness.

Facing the rare existence in this world who can compete with his master, Gal, who appeared in front of him as a lich for the first time, was somewhat afraid in his heart.

"Your Majesty, you are still out!"

The voice trembled slightly, and Gal took a few deep breaths to force himself to calm down.

Conraly didn't express anything, and stood in front of Gal with a blank expression after he finished saying what he said just now, making it difficult to guess what he really thought in his heart.

Cal breathed a sigh of relief, straightened his body, which was somewhat rickety due to serious injuries, and said in a calm tone:
"Yes, of course I will not tell you these secrets, even if I tell you, you will never believe it!"

"Then there is nothing to talk about!" Hawthorne waved his hand, and a red light loomed in his hand.

The sudden momentum made Hawthorne tremble, and he, who was already seriously injured, finally couldn't help but sat down on the ground.

"But I can tell you how I managed to hide my identity as a lich so flawlessly!"

Gal sat up straight with difficulty, panting heavily.

Conraly frowned slightly, as if a little moved.

"Are you negotiating terms with us?" Seeing that Conlaly still didn't make a statement, Hawthorne's tone suddenly became bad.

Gal pursed his lips deeply:

"What I said is of great significance to you. You just need to tell me how you learned about the existence of No. [-]. No matter what you do, you won't suffer!"

After a pause, some sadness flashed in Gal's eyes:

"Besides, I'm in your hands now, so what's the point even if you know? I just don't want to lose so ambiguously, and I don't want to be a fool."

Gal's request sounded reasonable, and even the other elders tapped their chins subconsciously.

"Gusten is really right to use you more!"

Conraly, who had been silent all this time, finally spoke out, followed by a few chilling sneers.

Hearing Conraly's laughter, Gal's back was inexplicably cold and sweaty. He was full of confidence and hesitated at this moment.

"What a faithful old dog!"

Conraly sighed softly, and continued.

The robe on his body moved automatically without wind, and a red thread as thin as a cow's hair whizzed, suppressing Conlaly's voice, and shot into Gal's body.

Galton's face was as yellow as paper, and his body was covered in blood, and his breath, which was still somewhat long, became hurried.

The cultivation base was abolished again!

Conrali took action himself and abolished the lich cultivation on him!
Gal tightly clutched his lower right ribs, where the most important thing of a lich was hidden—a phylactery.

He could clearly feel that Conlaly's seemingly random blow just now cut into his iron-hard phylactery with precision like a knife cutting tofu.

Unless there is a lich with the same level of cultivation as Conraly who is willing to recast the phylactery for Gal, he will be just a weak and ordinary person from now on.

Without giving Gal a chance to speak out, Conraly continued:

"You liches should still have a life-saving trick, burning your soul, and you can send the last message to the lich who 'baptized' you at the beginning. Seeing that you are so loyal to do things for Gustendo, the one who caused you to fall It should be him!"

Gal opened his eyes wide, his expression full of disbelief, even a hundred times more shocked than when he learned that Conlaly knew the existence of "Number Two".

"You...how did you know?"

"Impossible! Impossible! This is the top secret of our undead race, how could you know!" Gal's eyes were red, and he looked crazy.

Conraly snorted coldly, turned around and no longer looked at the distraught Gall, his mouth squirmed slightly, and uttered a few words that outsiders could not detect:
"You should ask your good master, who taught him this trick! But you probably don't have this chance!"

Conraly flicked his sleeves, and ordered indifferently:
"Hellen has also come to our blood clan for a few days. He eats and drinks all day long, and he is accompanied by his confidante. His life is a bit too comfortable! It's time to find him some work. Send this kid to him, let him find a way to pry Gal's mouth open!"

"As for the other two... you guys deal with it, remember, don't even keep your soul!"

Conrali's murderous words lingered in the cell, and by the time these people wanted to raise their heads and beg for mercy, he had long since disappeared from the secret room...

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Dawn Cathedral!
In the early morning, the sacred hymn did not resound throughout the church as usual.The originally peaceful and holy cathedral was now solemn.

The clouds are thick, and anyone can smell an unusual smell in the air.

Walking into the church, the hall was already kneeling full of priests and paladins in white robes.

All of them had sad faces and great anger in their hearts.

There is no other reason, His Majesty the Pope of the Holy Church of Dawn, the spokesperson of the Goddess of Dawn in the world-Benedict VI died last night!
The bad news had already spread throughout the continent of the gods. No one dared to believe that a pope whose cultivation level was as high as a demigod would fall so strangely and unexpectedly!
The head of the church is a middle-aged man with a haggard face. The middle-aged man's expression is distraught, his fists are clenched, and his sadness is uncontrollable.

"Mandel, what happened! How could such an accident happen to His Majesty!"

Behind the middle-aged man was surrounded by very old people in red robes, asking anxiously one by one.

Mandel wiped away the tears in his eyes, his voice was hoarse, and the anger contained in his words moved everyone present slightly——

"It's the prisoner! It's the blind mouse! It shamelessly attacked His Majesty the Pope!"

"Gustendo Cris!"

(End of this chapter)