Black Scepter Chapter 29: I’m here
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All the magic patterns behind Morpheus at this moment showed an incredibly incandescent color-then he was 20 meters below the ground and he suddenly pointed his scepter to his feet.
In the next moment, the entire Vatican trembles.
The terrible turbulence directly affected all the buildings within ten kilometers nearby, even including St. Peter’s Basilica where the Pope is located!
And Morpheus, who is at the center of the explosion, has already felt the special feeling of getting closer to the contract goal-more of it is the severe pain in his chest that needs to be gritted.
Ashkandi can't hold it anymore.
Cracked earth and smoke obscured the vision, but could not block Morpheus’s left arm with golden light and the slightly buzzing Sulfuras scepter.
"Wait for me."
Morpheus gritted his teeth and said the promise left when he left Ashkandi, and the scepter that brought him terror and mental burden to the ground again.
By closing his eyes, the Morpheus standing on the fifteenth dungeon screamed, and the scepter bombarded the ground with unspeakable terror!
After this blow, the surface part of the heresy was almost gone.
Morpheus stood in front of his final destination.
The eighteenth floor.
"Hell".
Even though the thick rock layer of this cell is more than eight meters thick, it still can't stop Morpheus from moving forward.
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And just when Morpheus lifted the ruling, the three giants did not appear to be where they should appear as if they were missing.
At this time, the three people were in the front hall of St. Peter’s Basilica, and they ignored the breath and disaster of the heresy.
And in front of them, a young man in his twenties was looking serious and whispered, "This is a punishment."
The Pope’s inner servant, another of his identities is the Pope’s godson.
The news of Pope Gregory VII’s critical illness made the three magistrates temporarily called to the hall to wait for the pope’s internal servant to read the oracles—just now it seems that he was still standing here when the heretical judgment was hit hard , Everything seems too absurd.
"Boom!"
Another wave of shock came, and countless debris and dust fell from the top of St. Peter’s Basilica, priceless murals suddenly cracked, and the world-famous "Genesis" cracked clearly above his head.
Mrs. Prague looked up at the young Pope’s inner servant in front of her and snorted. She turned around and rushed toward the near-disappearing heresy. The short elder Panning also rushed out without saying a word. Alone Maxim followed slowly behind his head, his expression unexplainable strange.
"After all...it still caused a storm."
As if reflecting his sigh, the ground on which the heretical ruling was exploded and shattered like waves of water, and the ancient stone road was broken, with more than ten towering ancient trees and saints’ proverbs on the marble wall...collapsed together ,disappear.
This may be the most spectacular and bold provocation of the Vatican in history.
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The Morpheus at the center of the storm seems to have broken away from the category of "human".
The heresy is not a deserted back garden. In the face of a sudden attack, even if the formation of the heresy is blown up is terrifying, this is not the place to raise lambs after all.
Here is the largest headquarters for the execution of heretics, the adjudicator of "arbiters" everywhere, and the gathering place of the ultimate iron-blooded butchers who are here to tremble!
Will there be fewer strong people?
The answer is naturally no, but when a large group of "Executioners" with a strength of level II or even I rush to the Morpheus that has rushed above the "hell", the rain-like attack harvested that handle A burst of blows as the scepter waved upward.
The attack on Morpheus is completely ineffective, but all the people who attacked him have disappeared in a ray of destruction.
Language can't describe the fear brought about by the scepter of Sulfuras at this moment. When the scepter Cain himself used fully exerted its power, there seemed to be nothing to stop it.
Especially when the person holding him is a young man who has never mastered the Ω-level strength, the performance of this extreme power is far more violent than any time.
I-level strongman is not cabbage, but disappears completely in the light, Morpheus clenched his teeth, jumped into the huge cell that had been radially split, the golden eyes swept, and locked the first time. Ashcandy dying in the middle of the cell.
The plump body is imprisoned, Ashkendi’s fair chest reveals a golden spear tip, and the sacred breath makes the surrounding air become the essence... The sacred gun seems to have taken Ashkandi’s life. Peel off.
At this moment, the Morpheus chest choking is very unusual, and the pace is getting heavier-behind him, the ruins of the ruling that was directly exploded from the ground, and in front of him, the dark queen with her head down and no smile.
I'm here.
Morpheus was unable to say these three words. He stepped up and raised his left arm, but suddenly he swung towards him!
"Boom!"
Mr. Bragg’s sharp figure behind him just fell, and was hit by the light of the scepter in Morpheus's hands-in an instant, the entire "hell" half of the cell even disappeared with the figure of Mrs. Bragg, and then "Hammer" Pan Ning followed. The follow-up attack was completely solidified by the direct pointing of the Morpheus scepter, and was directly hit by a beam of light!
The dwarf with unmatched physical power in the verdict was just penetrated his right shoulder, and flew away like a **** far away, and there was no more movement.
In one second, the Big Three of the referee fell directly to two.
At this moment, the power of Morpheus can no longer be stopped by mortals. No one understands how terrifying the power of the scepter and the almost identical black magic pattern behind Morpheus is when a golden compass council cannot detect it. The truth, and at this moment, the "truth" that has not been confirmed for more than ten centuries is moving in a near-impossible footstep and comes to Ashcandi.
The left arm, symbolizing the Holy Covenant, was raised, and the strength of the Morpheus's just-killed strongmen has subsided. At this moment, he is shaking like a late old man, and his body collapses uncontrollably and falls in front of Ashkandi.
Extreme pain and weakness tormented Morpheus-he already had enough reason to believe that...If Ashkandi passed away, he would certainly die as well.
That's it?
Morpheus is only a dozen centimeters away from Ashkandi, but it seems that even the prostrate strength has disappeared-but he still clenched his teeth at this moment, exhausting his last effort to the front. Describe the withered Ashcandy moving...
When the world gives up Morpheus, he will not give up himself.
The **** boy shouted with all his strength, holding the arm of Sulfuras scepter to support his body, half-kneeled up, his left hand exuding the golden light touched the shard of the sacred gun and pinched, Finally exhausted and pulled out!
"Ding..."
The crisp sound of the gun fragments of Lankinus landed quietly in the ruins.
The Morpheus that did all this was exhausted, and the magic patterns on and off the body were suddenly full of light. The pattern of the symbol of the contract was dimmed. The unstoppable teenager who was like an unstoppable **** at the previous moment completely lost his last trace of strength and fell.
The scepter of Sulfuras, a symbol of the dark order, slipped gently from his weak palm.
Time seems to stop at this moment.
The original golden prison was shrouded in darkness.
A slender and weak arm embraces the body of Morpheus.
Slender fingers clenched the falling scepter.
Bloody eyes stared into the deep starry sky above the head, and the broken bat wings spread out suddenly.
The shackles that had lost their imprisonment effect were torn off in the crackling pop.
In the darkness, the figure destined to become a legend slowly straightened up and could not live forever.
Ashkandi looked down at Morpheus, who had closed his eyes, but no longer disdain and despise.
The light on the surface of the gun of Lankinus gradually annihilated and was immediately shrouded in darkness.
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The spring of Byzantine is accompanied by a few spring rains.
The morning breeze is slightly cold, but from the city walls of Constantinople, you can already feel the warm sea breeze~IndoMTL.com~As the country's capital, Byzantine issued a mobilization order for the entire army today.
The first 3,000 regular knights of the "Medical Knights" and two infantry groups and a logistics engineer unit embarked on the road to the border of Caslandi in the northern part of the empire.
Prince Longinus rode in front of the team on a knight riding a pure black Nibblehorse horse.
The horses of amazing value have a stature as high as that of a pure-blooded horse. The horseshoe is as thick as a bowl, with pure black color, strong endurance and impact, and weighs nearly one ton. The weight is astonishing after assembly.
Prince Longinus on horseback in a black military uniform, the cloak raised gently in the breeze, the always indifferent prince turned back slightly, the majestic figure of Constantinople was silent in the sun, as if staring gradually away This army.
"Is it still so calm when I come back?"
Sigh gently, no one can hear you.
The Chinese army, a few hundred meters away from the prince, the Duke of Windsor also rode a war horse, leading the entire "health knights" to follow the infantry phalanx in front.
For the war planned for several months, Acar? Windsor as the deputy commander, did not have any finger on the strategy formulated by Prince Lankinus, he had some friction with the prince before, but Morpheus The appearance of has buffered a lot for the two, but now when it is time for the expedition, Windsor, who does not seem to have any extra words, still has doubts about the battle of Caslandi in his heart.
The empire stalemate at the border with Kaslandi for more than eight years but did not do it. Today’s actions have been called premeditated rather than whim. It’s just that the country that was almost completely killed by the Byzantine Is it a piece of cartilage?
The Duke of Windsor is not optimistic.