Book of Gods and Demons

　　　　 The green evil power descended from the sky, like a cauldron, covering most of Hyderabad.

　　 Margaret III stood on the wall of Hydra Palace, looking coldly at the imperial capital shrouded by evil forces. The void around her shook violently, like a piece of frosted glass that had been tossed and broken hundreds of times, revealing countless cracks.

　　 There is a terrible existence, peeping at the mainland of Medland through these tiny cracks.

　　 The cold will enveloped Margaret III's body, and there was a strange ‘hiss’ sound coming from her body. Under her white skin, the dark light lingered, turning into black snake-scale runes.

　　 Her long hair is more than twice longer than usual, like a gorgeous big cloak scattered behind her, dancing wildly.

　　 Her eyes became completely black, as black as a black hole.

Occasionally shreds of golden light flickered in her eyes, and in the flickering of the shattered golden vertical pupils, a chaotic and greedy breath that swallowed everything gushed out like a tsunami, hitting circles of dark black in the air in front of her body. Ripples.

　　Mata XIII stood behind her, clenching his fists with both hands, looking at Margaret III, whose breath had changed dramatically.

　　 "These little bugs, hehe." Margaret III suddenly gave a sharp smile, her figure flew slowly, and she was about to fly in the direction of the Royal Bank headquarters.

"No, no, no, dear, you can't do it, you must not do it..." Mata XIII hurriedly took her hand: "Let me go, let me go... You should go and see Old fellow Medica, see how he is preparing."

King Mata XIII hurriedly said: "Salian and I can handle all this temporarily... You go to see Medica's preparations. If he can complete the ritual in time, then a large-scale purification. , Can teach these **** bugs a little lesson."

Margaret III took a deep breath. She turned her head, her dark eyes stared at Mata XIII for a while, and then grinned: "Well, my dear, I listen Your...well, I also think that I shouldn't bully these little bugs myself...hehe, but I really want to kill them myself."

The body was trembling slightly, Marguerite III gritted her teeth and was enveloped in a flame-like black mist. She roared in a low voice, turned into a black meteor and flew into Hydra Palace, and went straight to the claustrophobic palace. direction.

King Mata XIII took a deep breath. He looked back at the Hydra's secret guards standing in the vast darkness, and said solemnly: "Tap the manpower to destroy this **** coming formation...Ferdinand , Or Conrad, just find any of them, let them go to St. Cloud’s Cathedral, and let the church people take action."

"Tell them that they should know the consequences of letting this matter go." Mata XIII said coldly: "Even if he is a saint, even if he is coldly treated, if he allows things to continue here, Dabokai will give What kind of punishment is he?"

　　 Several Hydra's secret guards quickly turned into afterimages and rushed into the sky.

　　Mata XIII continued to give orders: "Salion's side, let him mobilize the army to surround Hyderabad. Those mutants can't let them spread freely."

　　 Margaret III whizzed through the Hydra Palace, crossed a fortified line of defense, drove straight in, and rushed into the claustrophobic hall located underground. The heavy metal gates densely covered with mysterious runes opened silently in front of her, and when she galloped past like a violent wind, these gates closed heavily behind her.

　　 Finally, she came to the claustrophobic hall, an extremely huge hall.

　　 The ceiling, floor, and walls of the hall are made of black rocks. These black rocks are dense and delicate in texture, like beautiful jade. In the black lacquered stones, countless small blood-colored lines are faintly visible.

Countless twisted weird runes are deeply trapped in these black stones. Under the connection of these blood-colored lines, these weird runes are coherent. Through these blood-colored lines, the strange power flows slowly between the runes, turning the whole hall into one. It is a living thing-like existence.

　　Wearing in the hall, you can even feel the hall breathing, squirming, and there are huge but profound life fluctuations.

On the floor of the main hall, an extremely complicated structure is carved out of concentric six-pointed stars, nine-pointed stars, twelve-pointed stars, eighteen-pointed stars and a large number of weird arcs and other variants of sun, moon and stars patterns. Magic circle.

　　 In this extremely complex magic array, one by one at the key nodes, dark candles are quietly pestle there, and on the thin candle wick, a little black flame the size of a soybean is burning silently.

　　 The black flame emits a hazy flame, setting off the hall to become deeper and darker.

　　 A tall and burly body lying quietly on the altar in the middle of the magic circle... The rectangular altar is made of gold, with black metal inlaid with countless dense black patterns.

There are two such altars. The two altars are placed side by side. The tall and burly body occupies one altar. A mist of mixed black and red is gushing out of a bowl suspended in the middle of the magic circle. , Constantly invading his body.

　　 Look carefully, this bowl is exactly the evil spirit dish that Joe had seen in the hands of the heretics of the Hill Church when he went to Ruhr City, when he was attacked on the special train outside the city.

　　The burly body lying on the altar was Rafa, the third holy inquisitor of the Holy Inquisition of the Golden Oak Church, who disappeared together with the Marquis of Seac on that day after the special train was attacked.

　　Rapha Saint Zion, the absolute power figure of the Golden Oak Church, and the butcher-level figure who made countless nobles and lords of Medland frightened. He was involved in the Lost Chapter of Wall in the Port of Tulum. Later, when he wanted to lead the Chapter of Wall to escape secretly, he was accidentally captured by the ‘smuggler’ Qiao.

　　Rafa fell into the hands of the Durham Empire, and was taken by the Marquis of Seak to Hyderabad, but was taken away by the subordinates of Archbishop Arya of the Hill Church.

　　 After a round, Rafa returned to the hands of the Durham Empire after all, and fell into the hands of the imperial royal family.

Rafa was lying quietly on the altar. He was covered with a white silk scarf. The mixture of black and red was constantly invading his body. In the pores of his body, there was a white, extremely pure glow. Out.

　　 The black and red breath and the white flame are so distinct, without the slightest interference between them.

　　 Margaret III floated into the hall.

　　 A few people standing in the corner of the hall, wearing black robes, were surrounded by black mist and bowed quietly, saluting Marguerite III.

　　 Margaret III pursed her lips and smiled, and glanced sideways at Rafa who was lying on the altar, shaking her body, came to a corner of the hall like lightning.

He was squatted with a short stature, wrapped in a thick black robe, holding a huge, heavy scepter, the guardian of the claustrophobic palace with a gloomy and terrible breath, and the loyal loyal Medica of the imperial royal family was standing here, He whispered and said something to the Marquis of Seaac who was sitting in front of him.

　　 Compared to when he was in Port Tulum, the Marquis of Siacques is obviously more haggard.

　　 He was skinny and skinny, with black eye circles and red eyes. At first glance, he looked like an old zombie who had just been dug out from the grave.

　　Medi Kaxu told him something, he kept nodding, his eyes filled with hysterical despair and horror.

　　 Marguerite III fell in front of the Marquis of Seac.

　　 The Marquis of Sijak knelt on the ground with a ‘boom’, his hands propped on the ground, his body trembled violently, cold sweat blew out of his forehead, and fell drop by drop along his cheek.

　　 "Your... Your Majesty... Your Minister... Guilty!"

　　 Sijak was trembling all over, his teeth violently bumped, making a ‘da da da’ sound.

　　 "Nonsense, of course you are guilty, and it is a capital crime..." Margaret III looked down at Seac, and said coldly: "The dirty, nasty, dirty, shameless things you do, you know in your heart..."

　　 "Of course, as a qualified and rotten old noble, what you did is nothing...I know that there are many old guys in the empire who do more than you do."

　　 "But, you colluded with Hill Church..."

Marguerite III was interrupted by the Marquis of Seac. He screamed hoarsely: "No, no, Your Majesty, I did not collude with them, I was just forced to cooperate with them... I was forced to risk complete annihilation. , Cooperate with them to hold the reincarnation ceremony, let me replace Rafa and sneak into..."

　　 Marguerite III snorted coldly, and the hysterical roar of the Marquis of Siacque stopped abruptly.

"It's a really good plan. You, an old man, spy, let you take Rafa's body and let you replace him to sneak into Darbopen, these heretics... Very good plan, very groundbreaking... West Jacques, with your rich experience in certain industries, you are indeed the best candidate."

　　 "The situation is urgent, I am too lazy to waste time with you... In short, you have to remember ~www.ltnovel.com~ whom you are loyal to..."

"The only and only object of allegiance to me is you, your majesty, the very honorable, kind and generous Queen!" Seak knelt on the ground, knocking his forehead heavily on the hard floor: "You are the master of my soul, I I absolutely dare not, never thought of betraying you..."

　　 "Even if I agreed to their terms, I just... want to escape your punishment... I never thought of doing anything harmful to the empire or the royal family!"

　　 Margaret III raised her brows and smiled with a ‘chuckle’.

　　 "Then, count your acquaintances... your relatives, children, etc., the empire will take good care of them, their noble titles will not be deprived, their wealth will be preserved, and they can still live a decent and classy life."

　　 "In return, Seak, show your value..."

"I still remember the young and immature you, when you first walked into Hydra Palace, that nervous, timid, but ambitious... One of the sinister and most treacherous old ghosts..."

　　 "This is the end of the matter, just keep going...with another identity, for the empire, for the royal family, continue to serve!"

　　 "Your loyalty will be rewarded generously."

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