Broad World

Imoeng, who hadn't closed his eyes all night, came back to take a shower, ate some breakfast at random, and then went back to the room and fell asleep under the covers. ? top? point? Novel ww.2w. Her sleeping face is very quiet, with a faint smile on the corner of her mouth, looks very cute, not as naughty as when she is awake.

However, this tranquility did not last long. After more than an hour, he turned sharply, not only began to frown, but also clenched his fists. The whole body was trembling constantly, and his lips were a little pale, as if dreaming of something terrible. thing.

In the dream, the girl returned to Candle Hold, and once again saw the innkeeper Winthrop, the old scholar Karen who had taught herself, and Grian, who was already dead. Just when everyone was talking and laughing, Aberdare suddenly broke in. There was blood all over his body, his expression was very painful, and he opened his mouth several times to say something, but in the end he gave up.

Seeing this situation, Imoen rushed to ask for clarity, but didn't know what was going on, the distance between the two not only didn't tighten, but it was getting farther and farther. Behind Aberdare, she vaguely saw the shadows of two people. One of them was Sarevok, who was defeated in the Baldur’s Gate turmoil, and the other was Joan Irene, who used them to conduct brutal experiments. Cass.

Especially the latter, those eyes that exude hollow, coldness and mercilessness, all of a sudden, people feel like they have entered the ice cellar, and a chill burst from the bottom of my heart instantly, and I can't help shivering. In the blink of an eye, Aberdare disappeared from his sight, and a deep voice was remembered in his ear.

"Don't miss life... Don't resist fate... See through pain... Feel the infinite potential... Embrace it... Possess it... Conquer it... This is the rich legacy of Barr... Put it under your control... ...Become an immortal being..."

As soon as the voice fell, a tall figure suddenly appeared in sight. Although Imoen had never seen this person. But instinctively told her that this was his father. Baal, the **** of murder, fell in turbulent years. His eyes are blood red. With a grim expression, he suddenly shouted and slammed into his chest.

After a few seconds, a flame rose rapidly and began to burn violently at the position of the heart. Pain, endless pain, every cell is squeezed rapidly, and finally the whole person becomes coke. But the amazing thing is. Even though the **** is dead, the consciousness is still awake, and there is a trace of inexplicable power beginning to flow from the depths of the soul.

"Ah!!!" Imoen yelled, and woke up suddenly from his nightmare, and found that his whole body was soaked with sweat, and the silk pajamas were tightly attached to the skin, revealing the unique purity of a girl curve.

She combed her wet hair, panted heavily, and said to herself with a wry smile: "It's a terrible dream, it's just like the real thing. Does this indicate something? Or am I thinking about it again?"

"No. That's not a fantasy, nor is it a sign of anything. It's a divine transformation. Your mortal side is drifting away. If you continue to develop like this, it won't take long to say goodbye to your past and set foot on it. The road to becoming a god. A road that countless people admire, but it is extremely difficult." Henry opened the door and walked in.

The tone of his speech is very heavy, and his expression is also a bit ugly. Because this girl almost faded away from being a human being and became a demigod hero with zero godhood. You must know that the part of her will that belongs to Baal in her divinity has not been erased. If it is really successful at this time, then it will inevitably be affected, or it will eventually become the nourishment for the resurrection of the God of Slaughter.

Hearing this explanation, Imoen shivered involuntarily, and tremblingly asked, "You...you mean I will forget the past? Forget those relatives and friends?"

Henry walked to the bed, held the girl in his arms, gently stroked her smooth back and explained: "Yes, this is the price of becoming a god. If you don't want to inherit the throne of the **** of killing, then from now on Try to suppress your strength, and at the same time, you can't easily transform into a killer."

"Understood, I don't want to be a god, forgetting the past, it makes people shudder to think about it. By the way, I also dreamed of Aberdare just now, he was covered in blood, and he seemed to be asking for help..."

Imoen said the dream just now, she is now more and more worried about her only relative by blood, and she vaguely feels that something important has happened.

"Have it finally started!" Henry thought to himself in his heart.

You must know that this is not a dream in the ordinary sense, but the connection between the two sons of Barr, Aberdare and Imoon, marking the end of Joan Irenicus' study of divinity. In a sense, this is the opening of the final destiny. The enemies in the future are more terrible than the other. The real thing is to advance without retreat, and seek survival from death.

"What? Did you think of something?" Imoen asked eagerly. The more she thought about it, the more she felt that something was wrong, especially that Aberdare's painful face was so real, it didn't seem to be a simple dream at all.

"I think the Forbidden City may have been controlled by Joan Erinikas, and Aberdare has fallen into his control again and was forced to carry out brutal experiments." Henry sighed slightly and said directly. Facts. He knew that his movements had to be quickened, otherwise Aberdare would be hopeless if he kept on like this.

"What!" Imoeng sat up suddenly, with a shocked expression on his face. She grabbed her hair hard and cursed in a low voice: "Damn! Damn! I knew something must have happened! What should we do now? Should we go out to sea right away?"

Henry nodded very solemnly: "Yes, we will go out tonight tonight, and try to get to the Brinluo Island Forbidden City as soon as possible. To tell you the truth, my son Allen was kidnapped by a group of dark elves a few days ago. , Just on the way to the gloomy area."

When he returned, he dropped by to the headquarters of the Shadow Thieves Guild and asked Renault Bloodhead for a ship, and of course the captain was the famous Simon Havarian.

This dude is notoriously fond of betrayal in the game, not only playing around with players over and over again. And the face is definitely thicker than the city wall. Obviously deceived people and feel confident. It is simply a model of shamelessness. But it doesn't seem to work without him, because a lot of the plot appeared in this guy's instigation, once out of touch, I am afraid that I will look for Uster Nazareth, let alone save people.

Knowing that he could leave soon, Imoen asked ecstatically: "Really?! We can leave tonight?!"

"Yes, just tonight. But it's not us, only you and me, and the others will stay here. This trip is very dangerous. The fewer people involved, the better."

For Henry, this journey will inevitably be accompanied by blood, cruelty and killing, and it is definitely not suitable for teammates with a good camp. Especially the rigid paladin girl Selelev, once she learned that she was going to slaughter the city, she might turn her face on the spot. Dragon Girl Hina is a bit softhearted, and obviously not appropriate. As for Yao En, forget it, he can't control his nonsense mouth at all.

"Just the two of us! Are you sure?" Imoen asked in surprise.

"Only the two of us are going to sea by boat, and a few people will join when we get to the island. Don't worry, I will arrange everything. Besides. You'd better start preparing now, especially the spellcasting materials must be sufficient." Henry finished his instructions and left the room.

He and Renault Bloodhead have an agreement. The vampire's lair must be swept before leaving. For this reason, Akanis has taken the elite of the guild to the cemetery first, ready to destroy the foundation of the vampire in one fell swoop, kill all the undead inside, and restore the reputation of the shadow thief in the city.

Due to the crying father and mother who was beaten by vampires some time ago, the blockbuster site fell into the shadows, and the reputation of the movie thief has become much worse than before. Many ambitious bosses are eager to try, although no one has dared to directly challenge Renault's dominance. , But the series has already begun in private, and there are so many small actions.

Obviously, he wanted to use this opportunity to re-establish his prestige and let those eager guys re-recognize who is the boss of the underground world, in order to achieve the goal of subduing the subordinate guild without blood. In order to ensure that this operation is foolproof, the shadow thief can be said to have laid the blood, not only recruited all the elite, but also let the legendary thief Akanis personally lead the team.

At noon, at the entrance of the cemetery to the underground labyrinth, a dozen elite assassins squatted quietly on the ground. Next to them, a guy dressed as a wizard was controlling a huge stone golem. These people have been waiting here for a long time, but no one complained.

Of course, they dare not complain. Didn't you see Akanis, who led the team this time, squatted patiently on the ground and carved wood?

Suddenly, a portal appeared out of thin air. Many people immediately withdrew their weapons, with nervous expressions on their faces.

However, their worries were obviously redundant. After a second, Henry appeared on the spot with a look of fatigue. He glanced at everyone first, then smiled and spread his hands: "Sorry, I went to deal with something, so I was late."

"It doesn't matter, the strong are always privileged. Come on, it's time for those vampires to see how good we are." As Akanis put away the wooden sculpture in his hand, he stood up and moved his hands and feet. There was a spark of hatred in his eyes~www.ltnovel.com~ Apparently, he was still worried about the attack by Badi last time, and wanted to find his place in this operation.

But Henry knew that this was no longer possible. Because the heart of the Vampire Queen had been taken away by Robert, it was too dead to die. He rubbed his dry eyes and asked, "Do you have any plans? Or put another way, what special requirements do you have?"

The corner of Akanis' mouth turned up slightly, revealing a cruel smile: "The boss said, as long as these little bats are all dead, you can toss whatever you want, even if the entire cemetery is blown up to the sky, he will be responsible for it."

"Oh? That's really good, I can let go of my hands and feet for fun." Henry's eyes also shot a cold light. It seems that the shadow thief has already passed the anger with the council, otherwise he would definitely not dare to say such a thing. In this case, he can use those extremely destructive spells as much as he wants, without worrying about the ground collapse caused by the destruction of the foundation.

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