Book of Gods and Demons

Hyderabad.

　　 Court Minister Merlin slowly got out of the carriage, stood at the door of his house, and exhaled softly.

　　 His mood is very relaxed and happy.

　　 A few days ago, the war situation in all directions of the Derren Empire was unfavorable, and the multinational coalition forces drove straight in. When the Imperial Army lost ground, Merlin's heart was also tense.

　　 But within a short period of time, through Salian's ingenious layout, the Imperial Army counterattacked, and the multi-nation coalition forces collapsed.

　　Especially, the news from the south that the main fleet of the Ice Sea Kingdom and the main fleets of several other powerful nations have been wiped out. The main force of Jiaxijia under the jurisdiction of the Duke of Ross is preparing to counter-encircle the multinational coalition...

　　 The good news continues, and the suffocating atmosphere of Hydra Palace these days has also disappeared instantly.

　　 There was a smile on everyone's face, whether it was court officials, or those guards, maids, handymen, and craftsmen.

　　 After all these days of exhaustion, the situation has finally improved. Merlin, who has been sitting in the Hydra Palace these days, finally has free time and can finally go back to his home for a little rest.

　　, walking slowly in the courtyard of his home with his hands behind his back, looking at the lights in the main building of the mansion, Mei Lin smiled comfortably.

　　 To be precise, he was a courtier of the previous imperial emperor Duolun.

　　It's just that he has just played in Hydra Palace for less than ten years, and Margaret III rises strongly and grabs the throne. So he continued to serve Margaret III, which has been there for seven to eighty years.

　　 Seventy or eighty years of hard work has made him an indispensable figure around Margaret III and Mata XIII.

　　 He can intervene in the core and most confidential affairs of Hydra Palace.

Even the court spy system directly controlled by Mata XIII, including the empire’s strongest armed force, Hydra’s Secret Guard, although he does not have direct command, but the logistics services, resource scheduling of these secret forces, and even their aftermath after death The aftermath and so on are all handled by him.

　　It can be said that if he loses the chain here, the court spy system in the hands of King Mata XIII will at least lose more than half of its combat effectiveness.

　　The family that Meilin belongs to was originally just a plain marquis family.

But because of his loyal and diligent service over the years, his family has been promoted to the Duke family, and he has a small but rich, fertile and fertile territory. The production on that territory is enough for the whole family to live. In the entire aristocratic circle, it can be called a top-notch life.

　　 What else is unsatisfactory?

　　 Meilin coughed lightly.

　　 After working hard these days, Merlin felt a little tired.

　　As a veteran Hydra, Merlin's stamina is fine...but his fatigue is his heart.

　　 He has surpassed Tier 6, surpassed Tier 7, and surpassed Tier 8. He already possesses an unimaginable strength of ordinary and extraordinary combat power... But because of this, he is also in the same trouble as Margaret III.

　　 The blood of Hydra in his body gradually became thicker.

　　 From body to soul, he is transforming into Hydra.

　　 The flesh does not matter.

But the soul... Hydra has nine heads, nine independent consciousnesses... placed on the hydra with nine heads. Such a strange situation will give them far more than mortal combat power and extremely powerful survival. ability.

　　 But this situation is placed on a mortal...

　　 Ha ha, nine consciousnesses exist in one head...

　　 This is schizophrenia, this is... mental illness!

　　 The stronger the strength, the stronger the signs of schizophrenia. Margaret III can no longer control herself, she can only seal herself and use secret techniques to forcibly get through this difficult stage.

　　 And Merlin, he is also approaching the critical point of sealing himself.

　　 He pondered that the few sons in the family are also doing very well now, and in the empire, they are all powerful members. He calculated that from these sons and grandsons, he would select the most outstanding ones and recommend them to Margaret III, so that they would succeed him and continue to serve the royal family.

　　Only after having spent enough years in the position of court minister, did Merlin know how many potential and intangible benefits this position can bring to the family.

　　Perhaps there is no such majesty and majesty as the prime ministers of the empire, the minister of finance, and the minister of education, but in terms of hidden power and actual interests, three or five prime ministers and ministers tied together are not as good as him.

　　 It’s just that which son and grandson to choose?

　　 Merlin walked back home step by step. His two sons and three grandchildren, who had received the news that he had returned home, were standing at the door to greet him.

　　 Merlin waved his hand and smiled gently: "Well, don't abide by these boring etiquette at home... Give me a cup of tea. I have something that I want to tell you."

She changed her court dress and put on a loose and comfortable home clothes. Merlin sat on the comfortable sofa and took over a cup of sweetened sweets from her youngest son and soaked a sour plum. black tea.

　　 When I get older, I inexplicably like this sweet and sour taste.

　　 Although the taste of sour plum will mask the original taste of black tea, plum lin is just a bite better, right?

　　 Beautifully took a sip of the hot tea, and took another sip of ‘gudong’, Merlin put down the tea cup, sighed contentedly, and squinted at the children and grandchildren standing in front of him.

　　 "Sit down, sit down, I have something, I want to discuss with you... Um..."

　　 Meilin's face suddenly changed.

　　 He suddenly found that his limbs had become numb and paralyzed, and he no longer felt anymore.

　　 He looked at his hand in horror. Starting from his fingertips, his ten fingers were rapidly turning grayish white, as gray as granite.

　　 "Stone... petrochemical medicine..." Mei Lin looked at her children and grandchildren in horror.

　　 Meilin's children and grandchildren quietly separated to the left and right. An old man wearing a gray linen robe, long hair shawl, old-fashioned face, and demeanor like an emperor, walked in step by step.

　　 "Your Excellency Merlin, it's nice to meet you...May the brilliance of Al shine on your soul."

　　 The old man nodded slightly to Merlin: "Introduce myself, I am the 30th-level waiter of Al, you can call me...Sarin."

Merlin's body below the neck has been completely petrified, and strands of black air entangled his body, bitterly resisting the terrifying power of petrochemical potions-the palace of the Durham Empire preserved almost all the famous and unfamiliar ones in the mainland of Medland. Among them, petrochemical medicines exist as several malicious poisons, and Meilin has naturally come into contact with them.

　　 But the petrochemical medicine he is using today must be a special product.

　　 Ordinary petrochemical agents, it is impossible to cause damage to a powerful existence like Meilin... Maybe it has a little effect, but it is absolutely impossible to petrify Meilin almost entirely in such a short period of time.

　　 "Sarin, is this your real name?" Merlin sneered.

"The name is just a symbol. As long as you know that I am a humble waiter, it is enough." The old man looked at Merlin calmly: "To make a long story short, people like you and me, time is very precious. There is no need to waste time in nothing. Argument of meaning."

　　 Meilin glanced at Sarin coldly, then his face twisted towards the youngest son who served him tea.

"Don't blame them, they were already my disciples of Al 30 years ago." Sharin said coldly: "We need your cooperation... We need you to help us control the guards of Hydra Palace. Open All the defensive restrictions of Hydra Palace, let us enter Hydra Palace and take control of Hydra Palace."

Sharin said coldly: "If possible, we hope you can cooperate with us to capture Mata XIII alive... As for Margaret III, she is undoubtedly extremely dangerous due to her special state now. The existence of...she, it is best to die silently, this is in our interest."

　　 Merlin smiled and looked at Sarin: "Do you think this is possible?"

　　Sarin sighed lightly: "You, refuse to cooperate?"

　　 Merlin nodded slowly and hardly: "There is no doubt that I refuse to cooperate...I will not betray my loyal master."

　　Sarin shook his head. He raised the wooden staff in his hand, and the sharp and thin tail of the staff lightly pierced Merlin's neck. With a crisp bang, Mei Lin Shihua's body was completely shattered, leaving only an intact head.

"Then, proceed according to the plan." Sarin said blankly: "Merlin lost control of his soul and injured himself seriously. With his allegiance to the royal family over the years, Mata XIII has a high probability of visiting him... In front of his hospital bed, Mata XIII was captured alive."

　　Sarin looked at Meilin’s children and grandchildren: "Take off his skin and make a mask...this play, you must perform better."

　　 A short while later, a horse galloped out of Merlin's house and drove towards Hydra Palace.

　　 The news of Merlin’s'self-harm and serious injury' spread to Hydra Palace as soon as possible.

　　 The claustrophobic temple.

　　 Deepest underground, in front of an old bronze gate.

　　 Marguerite III stood with her hands behind her back and stood quietly at the gate.

"Medica, can you imagine, that little **** Joe, he actually developed the true effect of the chariot of the gods..." Margaret III's tone was full of surprise: "Who do you think he got? Favor?"

　　Medica held the huge scepter in both hands, squinted, and also looked at the bronze gate in front of him.

The claustrophobic hall of Hydra Palace itself is an incredible archaic forbidden thing... This door is also the last door that the Deren Empire has spent countless thoughts and passed down more than a dozen generations of emperors, but failed to open it. door.

　　According to the speculation of the emperors of Derun, UU read www. If uukanshu.com can open this door, it may be able to completely master the claustrophobic temple.

　　 With the sheer size of the claustrophobic hall and the powerful suppressive power it now shows, this is likely to be an ancient artifact that is stronger, older, and higher in rank than Heilinger's slaughter.

　　 Margaret III has been moving this thought these days.

　　 Maybe, Joe, the little fat guy, should come here and have a look?

　　Medica narrowed his eyes and murmured softly, "Uh, whose patron he is, it doesn't matter, he has already contributed enough benefits to the empire, hasn't he?"

　　 "Uh, your Majesty, maybe there is one thing that needs to be clarified to you... Joe can control the Rod of Doren, but when His Majesty Doren made the Rod of Doren, I served by his side."

　　 "Dolun's rod, bloodline identification has been added."

　　 Margaret III's body stiffened, and then suddenly looked back at Medica.

　　Medica shrugged: "Only the blood of Hydra can master the Staff of Doren..."

　　 Margaret III’s eyes were shining with an inexplicable cold light: "So."

　　 "He is the blood of the Royal Deren family...no doubt." Medica blinked desperately with the wrinkled eyelids: "As for, which of the blood of His Royal Highness left outside...hehe!"

　　 Margaret III's eyes widened, and his teeth made a creak.