Black Scepter Chapter 81: Planar crossing

>"Boo!"

An air wave suddenly struck horizontally before, and the incandescent light illuminated Andariel’s face, and then Morpheus saw the face of the mother of pain twisted and deformed, and was finally smashed by a huge fist. Fly away!

"Fool! What are you waiting for?!"

At this moment, the justice of justice Karparis appeared in this temple.

As a fighting angel whose strength is not outstanding, its one blow is only more than seven or eight meters away from Andalil, and Andalil’s angry return directly flies the angel out of the temple— —

But in just one sentence, Morpheus understands what to choose.

The portal is only three meters away from him, Andariel is twelve meters from him, Ashcandi is seventeen meters, and Urie and Cotrien are fifteen meters away.

At this moment, everything seemed to slow down indefinitely-he saw Andariel’s eight spider legs deep into the ground, and countless broken and unbroken bone spurs stretched towards himself; he stepped sideways towards himself Ashcandi’s eyes were full of horror and he opened his mouth and didn’t know what to say; Urie’s hood was widened by Curtriline’s tentacles, and the light wings and the black mist were mixed together, with the most primitive Way of twisting and falling towards the huge plane portal

In the next moment, Morpheus saw Ashkandi hit Andariel, she reached out and tried to grab Morpheus and enter the portal together-but already stepped back into the portal Morpheus and instinctively reached out to respond, but The sudden turbulence in time and space made him no longer have much effort to stabilize his arms...

Several figures flashed in the field of vision—Ulle, Curtriline, Andariel, and Ashcandi’s fingertips crossed his palm, but he finally failed to grasp.

The familiar face was suddenly swept away by turbulence. He opened his arms wildly and tried hard to pursue it. He finally grasped a palm before his eyes were dark because of excessive dizziness, and finally tightened instinctively

"Pap!"

The plane portal completely restores tranquility.

Heavy snow.

Vilga held a grand banquet in the venue of Count Pugson’s mansion. Basically, all the nobles in the group held a celebration banquet for the last main corps evacuated from the Western Front.

Of course, it will not be ordinary soldiers attending the banquet. The Lord is the Earl of Pugson who is the friend of the landlord, and as the stars appear, it is the current head of the Purple Iris Duke Windsor. .

The members of the second seat are basically knight commanders and sergeants of the medical knights. They are accompanied by noble young girls in the city of Verga. The admiration of the young aristocrats and the favor of countless ladies.

However, one of the plain-dressed knight lieutenants looks very striking.

There are no full chest medals and dazzling family emblems, simple standard leather armor, metal shoulder armor with a knight lieutenant’s military emblem, and there is no other than such a military identity, small leather boots, sword Sheath mottled.

Lilith took a glass of spirit that only the northern nobles were accustomed to drinking, and looked not far away at the group of ladies dressed in fur coats and gloves tailored by expensive tailors, chuckling and drinking.

Not far away, the Duke of Windsor is talking to the lord of the city and several counts about the affairs of the empire, and only a few words inevitably float into Lilith's ears.

"Is it true that the prince has fought against Nale? Is the Empire's army able to withstand this kind of toss?"

"The Inquisition seems to have made new moves, I wonder if the Duke Lord has heard of it?"

"Fording and Sacred Gabriel seem to be very deflated in Balice. At this time Isingle made a lot of money. I heard that the lord hired an entire army to deal with it."

The Duke Windsor drank a few glasses of spirits, and it seemed a bit boring. Most of the answers to these questions flew by-he knew that the closer to Constantinople, any of his own words would cause more and more More influence, usually this is not a good thing, even the Duke, the less nonsense the better.

"Bishop Castro will arrive later. The monastery is some distance away from here. I hope you will understand."

Count Pugson’s banquet invited all the distinguished figures of the Parish of Prague, and also included the bishop who rarely appeared in public and often took apprentices to give on the streets.

The Duke expressed understanding, nodded, and looked away at the deserted Lilith who was not far away, and smiled bitterly-ladies like heroic men, but no dude would like to come back alive on the battlefield. Female knights unless they have a tendency to be abused.

The guy in Hades seemed to want to put his daughter together with his son-but thinking of this, the old prince always kept his smiling face a bit lonely.

From the disappearance of Morpheus to Constantinople, to the last contact with him at the border, the only thing the old prince can remember is the vaguely still immature face.

At sixteen, other nobles are still under the wings of their parents at this age, but what about Morpheus? The countless heavy charges above his head made this father himself a little breathless.

After this winter, Morpheus has reached the age when it is time to talk about marriage, but it seems that there are still some differences from the conditions that His Majesty Constantinople has agreed to.

"Master Duke, Bishop Castro is here."

Few times, the next man brought the only news that Duke Windsor cared about-it is his top priority now to have a good relationship with these religious departments. The relationship between the Inquisition and the Purple Iris family in the empire is very rigid. These are The upper class has become the main reason for His Majesty's abandonment of the Windsor family, but the Duke Acar understands that many things still have to rely on their own efforts.

Getting up, the Duke looked towards a group of people walking into the distance of the banquet hall. Bishop Castro was dressed in red, and behind him were five young magicians who followed, slightly shorter but far from Castro. The bishop's recent figure caused the Duke to raise his eyebrows.

Jean, who was wearing a school robe, did not cover her hair with the nun’s clothes. She narrowed her eyes slightly in the sunlight and always smiled at the corner of her mouth. She immediately attracted the attention of the noble children at the banquet.

Pure, like crystals rich in Pierce’s caves, this is the only impression the nobles have on the girl who is slowly following the bishop—the younger girl has worn a very inconspicuous cuff The golden cross insignia, everyone who knows it knows that this means that her level of the magician has reached the level of iv, which is equivalent to the low-level knight in terms of professional title, but because he is a priest of the Holy See, he is also a bishop in the district Under Castro, the status is detached.

Because of the Patriarch of Prague, the next bishop is almost entirely Bishop Castro. What about the future? It will only be the most outstanding among his disciples-from the moment he entered the door, the intentional person has seen that Jeanne is the highest professional title among all apprentices.

The aristocrats with flowers and flowers are not wine bags, standing up and greeting each other from time to time to glance at the Duke-obviously they all know that this is the first time the Duke has dealt with members of the religious department after evacuating the front line. .

"Duke Windsor, I want to meet last time, should it be in Constantinople?"

Bishop Castro gave the Duke of Acar a face, without any cold touch, as if he had been chatting like an old friend for many years-this is the side of the bishop that his apprentices have never seen, and all five apprentices are slightly A little stunned.

The Duke salutes his respects, just about to speak, but his expression suddenly changes.

He and Bishop Castro felt something wrong-just when everyone around didn’t understand why the two were suddenly dumb and didn’t speak face to face, Jeanne was the first to raise his head and looked up Into the air.

"Click!"

Above the clear sky, the original blue sky suddenly showed a sharp twist in the thunderous sound. A huge black round hole suddenly appeared above the city, and the spinning black out-of-control cracks Staring at the world like a black pupil.

"This is"

Bishop Castro reached out and squeezed the wooden stick in his hand, and Duke Windsor stretched his palm to the long sword that never left his waist.

Before the people at the banquet had any superfluous reaction, a huge "meteorite" with black smoke suddenly appeared in the crack of time and space!

There is a black track in the sky, and Bishop Castro, who is familiar with the Holy See, immediately understood that this is an extremely rare "plane crossing" event-the most famous "plane crossing" counts It is the "Holy Fall" recorded by the Holy See! Basically, only when angels come to the mortal world will a similar situation occur!

But there is no sign of being "sacred" on the sky at the moment. The dark smoke is also mixed with strange dark green. It hasn’t been dissipated for a long time, and the "meteorite" that is dropping faster and faster It showed an orange-red color, and it was impossible to see exactly what was behind the twisted light.

The height of the fall is too horrible. Almost everyone forgot the things at hand when staring at the stunning scene above the head. The meteorite glide in the air for more than a minute, and then issued a number after breaking through the speed of sound. The sound thundered, and finally fell to the foot of the mountain in the distance!

"Boo!"

By far away, the muffled noise spread throughout the city, and then shortly afterwards, the shock waves swept across the Earl’s Court, blowing the snow-covered trees around, and the countless snowflakes under the earthquake

"Over there is the direction of the monastery~IndoMTL.com~ Jeanne said with his mouth open to witness the process timidly and couldn't help it.

The discussion just started in the meeting room was quiet and abnormal for a while.

"The banquet was terminated, and someone was sent to check the situation immediately," he looked to Count Pugson, ordering as a duke without hesitation, and then turned to Bishop Castro beside him, who had not yet had time to chat. "I Will send my cavalry troops to assist the investigation as quickly as possible."

Several knight generals immediately accepted the order. Lilith, the knight lieutenant, immediately became the only lower-level officer in the venue that could be assigned a task. After receiving the order, she turned and went directly to the medical knight station, less than ten In 30 minutes, he led a 30-man cavalry sprinting toward the smoky fall.

Bishop Castro did not immediately express too much emotion. Facing a series of actions of the Duke of Windsor, he bent down to thank him, and after a series of prayers, he glanced apologetically and followed himself to come The five disciples here-more, looked at Jeanne d'Or.

"May the Lord bless all innocent people."