Black Scepter Chapter 76: What kind of one person?

The whole turmoil begins. After the transition of the plain story, it will enter the second volume. It will be recommended next week, and everything will be known at that time.

Response No. 12, I have not yet written a paper on this sad reminder. Please bear with me that my recent update is not forceful. After the defense is over, everything is easy to say.

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The joke of fate often comes crueler than anything-when Ashcandi slowly recovered from the suffocation and recovered the wounds on the body at an incredible speed, this queen-like The breath radiated from the figures of the characters may surprise the old prince.

"Hoo..." Ashcandi stood up and narrowed his eyes slightly, looked down at his slender hands, a perfect face that didn't look like a mortal, there was a trace of unknown violence-obviously, that kind of transcendence The extreme pain annoyed the dark queen-like character, "I hate this kind of breath, just as I hate William's guy holding a scepter and pointing at the whole dark order. For you... my patience ends."

Ashkandi, who didn’t fully understand the meaning of the magic circle, straightened up slowly. She recovered from the near-death state and didn’t notice any changes in her body. It seemed that she fell asleep. Too long to make her senses dull.

A step forward, Ashcandi, who is half a head higher than Morpheus, seemed to pass through the void, and appeared in front of Morpheus in an instant. He couldn’t hide from it. He despaired that her slightly close palms were topping And fell to the top of his head!

Great Cavaliers? In front of Ashkandi, it was not enough to look at.

But the next moment, the dark queen was completely shocked.

"Heng!"

Ten centimeters from the top of Morpheus’s head, a faint dark golden light showed a barrier, which firmly resisted her blow enough to split the steel easily!

As if the legendary Langkinus sacred gun hit Luoshan's immortal shield, the burst of air waves nearly collapsed the closed cave! A huge piece of rock fell over the head, immediately showing a situation that seemed to collapse completely.

The Morpheus in the center of the furious blow didn’t even have his hair blown—at this moment he understood that Ashcandi in front of him couldn’t hurt himself.

Contract?

Morpheus raised her hand and pierced her weak abdomen under Ashkandi’s gaze. She didn’t even bother to dodge, but found that Morpheus’s attack was also blocked by a dark golden barrier. .

"Damn it."

At this moment, Ashcandi, who was unwilling to believe the facts, with unparalleled confidence and determination, raised his palm again...

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The Duke of Windsor is not a priest, but he also received the baptism of the Holy See-this is a must experience for all nobles of the Byzantine empire, so he is also sensitive to the divine atmosphere as Sword Sage.

The messenger of the Nier family in front of me fell to the ground without warning, and even the entire body withered and decayed in an instant. This is definitely not a normal event-as an imperial military aristocrat, the Duke Acar did not participate or witnessed the execution of the referee The cruel scene of the blood tribe, but this is not the first time dealing with the blood tribe, the awesome sacred breath from his feet has far exceeded his feelings when facing the saint Peter robe or other holy things in the showroom in his home.

Unprecedented, beyond imagination.

Looking down at José Nielle, the countless vampire was killed by an invisible light!

Complete death is not dormancy. There is already a cloud of ashes under the gorgeous noble robe. With his pride and his own dark glory, he disappeared.

The squinting eyes of the Duke did not do anything. After a moment of contemplation, he waved to the old housekeeper to clean up the mess. He had just taken a step and a violent shock came from his feet!

The chandelier of the Duke’s Palace shook gently.

The stalled Acar turned to look out the window, and an ominous hunch suddenly appeared in his heart.

"What about Morpheus?"

He asked Old Palfa, but the housekeeper hadn’t answered yet, and a deep bang broke the conversation between the two.

Outside the window, a rare relic in the territory exploded into the smog that covered the sky and instantly enveloped the entire castle!

There is no nonsense at all. The figure of the old prince disappeared directly from the original place, leaving a figure flying like a meteor with unmatched momentum.

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Morpheus raised his head, and the originally dark and depressed dome exploded into the sky, and the golden sunlight approached.

In front of him, the expressionless Ashcandi stood half-naked, and his blood-red eyes looked at the young boy undisguised, wondering whether he should be surprised or angry.

The violent attack was blocked by the golden shield that seemed to protect the Morpheus all the time. The burst of the burst wave collapsed the entire chamber, and this horror queen who once stepped to the top in the darkness was in the next moment. The eyes lightly closed in the golden sunlight after the smoke spread. When the eyes were opened again, the whole person's breath seemed to suddenly change. Under the sunlight, Ashcandy, who changed into a pair of black double pupils, rushed Morpheus reached out and said innocently and kindly with an attitude of almost 180 degrees: "Ashkandi Misrae, kid, it seems that we have reached a contract between us."

Morpheus took a step back, took a selfie and patted the floating soil on his own. He was suspicious of the other party’s sudden change but did not show it. He bowed his head and found that the circle under his feet was completely cracked and damaged. He turned his head and noticed the seal Ashkan Di's sarcophagus was also blown off the cliff by the shock wave.

He remembered the hints left in the Izure showroom—"All truth is at his feet".

Now, it seems that the true truth of this housekeeper is the friendly Ashkandi who has just looked violent and suddenly has a friendly face.

Ashkandi with angel face and devil figure didn’t appreciate Morpheus, but he didn’t feel annoyed. It seemed that he was full of curiosity about this guy who forced him to walk around the gate of the ghost gate. The momentum of the horror guy recorded in "The Clown"-Obviously, this horror character that seems to have suddenly changed a person has become a creature marked with a "danger" on his face in the eyes of Morpheus. What will she do in a short time Don’t want Morpheus to show your friendliness.

The two confronted each other in silence, and for a few minutes no one spoke.

"It is now 1432 in the Ross Calendar, October 13th, Saturday."

In the end, Morpheus broke the silence, and it seems that he has not answered Ashcandi’s first question to him until now.

And Ashcandis, who didn’t know how long it was in the coffin, was stunned for a moment, and it seemed to recall, then Zhan Yan smiled: "Thank you."

Later, she stretched out an "elegant" lazy waist looking at the sunlight above her head.

The dust hasn’t settled yet. The beam of light projected from top to bottom covers the dark-haired stunner. The broken robe and the devil-like figure are enough for any believer to need a confession at a glance. The only exception may be Morpheus.

In his eyes, Ashcandy is no different from Warcraft who can attack at any time.

"Finally escaped the imprisonment and entered another imprisonment? Don’t tell me you were sent by Prince William."

Ashkandi sighed, and seemed to be talking to herself, reaching out to tear off the sleeve of his coat gracefully. The decaying clothing could not hide the spring light, but she seemed unaware of it. Just looking at the pattern that appeared on the inside of his right arm, he pouted his mouth, and it was cute and full of taboo temptation.

Seeing Ashcandy’s movements, Morpheus looked down and found an obscure pattern on his forearm-an inverted sacred triangle with a simple line of apples embedded in it. Among the characters written in ancient Hebrew: "contract".

Sighing, Morpheus looked up at Ashcandy in his ragged clothes, and didn't speak.

"Is this an atonement...the trial really did not have any ambiguity."

Ashkandi’s forearm also has this pattern. Needless to say, this should be a "signature" of the contract, which represents the successful conclusion of the contract between the two, but Ashkandi has no other emotions, just some laments, It doesn't seem to care how this affects you.

But no one knows that this slender woman is a maniac who has the same hobby as Windsor-multi-professional master class ~ IndoMTL.com ~ there is no end to Ashkandi like life. It is not difficult to say, but at the moment, she looks like a noble girl, she has no strong personality, and can even be said to have some sense of delicacy that is weak and can't help the wind.

No lament, no sentiment or resentment, the result of the full attack has made Ashcandi understand that she is facing a difficult spell that is beyond anyone’s imagination, and treats the seal, she has beyond imagination Patience, but treat contracts, this is not a proposition at a level.

So just as Morpheus faced her with nothing but scrolls, Ashcandi's full attack on the contract was fruitless, and the two's subsequent attitudes ended up strikingly similar-recognition.

The only difference is that the Morpheus’s scroll finally worked, but Ashkandi’s attack did not.

Perhaps it was found by conscience, or because the civilians who came and watched not far away were getting closer and closer, and the Morpheus that heard the noise around them looked at the woman in front of him, thinking for a moment, but actually taking off his coat Down, he reached out and handed Ashcandy whose clothes were broken and the light of the spring was light-and this seemed to laugh at the dark-haired beauty in front of him. She tilted her head slightly in the light, revealing a simple expression.

"Would you rather introduce yourself?"

This sentence raised Morpheus’s gaze. He did so and “protected the flower” with eagerness. The identity of the person in front of him would cause any kind of shock, and he could come up with the result with his knee. She shouldn’t be paying attention in the first place. Anyway, Morpheus, who has always had a low political IQ, seems to have finally done something right, but the reaction of the other party made him a little unbearable-what is she... people?