Cataclysmic Transformation Chapter 57: The Patriarch of Garley

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"Sure enough, I have some strength. It seems that I underestimated you, but you are not my opponent yet, go to hell!" Pushkin's space bag flashed, and a gold-level two-handed sword appeared in his hands. A ray of fire appeared on the tip of the sword.

"Strong Flame Slash!"

A powerful flame turned into an arc and blasted towards Ron.

"Bone Armor!"

Ron couldn't dodge, and he could only release a skill that an intermediate necromancer could learn. A layer of bone armor appeared on his body, which was growing frantically, covering his whole body in an instant.

"Boom..." There was a sound.

Ron insisted on taking a fierce slash, he spit out a mouthful of blood, and flew straight away.

"Ron!"

Catherine exclaimed, she flashed and caught him in midair, "Ron, are you all right!"

"I'm fine, you go!" Ron said.

"No! How can I leave you alone!" Catherine disagreed.

"Go! We can't beat him!"

"No!"

"Don't go anymore, leave it to Lao Tzu!" At this time, with a wild laugh, Pushkin rushed forward again.

Looking at Pushkin rushing forward, Ron's eyes showed a smile instead.

"Poisoned Bone Dagger!"

A cyan shadow flew out of Ron's arms suddenly, Pushkin couldn't dodge, and was stabbed in the abdomen, but the tyrannical body of him, "Poisoned Bone Dagger" naturally couldn't stab him.

"No good, this thing is poisonous!" Pushkin frowned in surprise.

At this moment, the injured Ron suddenly hugged Catherine, his body rose into the air, and fell into the dark river with a "crash—".

Pushkin, who was mobilizing vindictive anger, couldn't act, so he could only watch them leave.

"Damn! I escaped for them!" Pushkin was very depressed. He underestimated Ron's strength, and he could not imagine that a necromancer like a waste wood could actually hurt himself.

Especially the very poisonous dagger at the last moment, which saved Ron's life. If Pushkin continued to pursue it, the poison on the dagger would spread throughout his body. If he didn't pursue it, he could only let them go.

For such a dilemma, Pushkin naturally chose to save his life. After all, there is nothing more important than his own life.

Pushkin's wound was black, and black poisonous blood constantly leaked out and dripped onto the ground, but Pushkin was naturally too toxic in this area. After he calmed down, he quickly dispelled the poison with flames.

"Dang Cang--" With a sound, a bone-like dagger fell from Pushkin's body and fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

"Damn it, when did this guy hide the dagger!" Pushkin cursed in his heart and bent down to pick it up, but when his hand touched the dagger, the dagger drifted away in the wind without leaving a trace. .

"Poisoned Bone Dagger" is an attack method formed by undead magic, not a physical object.

"Disappeared?" Pushkin was stunned. "It's strange, what is this, and, is the guy who summoned the skeleton a Necromancer? Why is it so powerful?"

Pushkin scratched his huge head, puzzled, for a long time he gave a wry smile, "Go back, I'm afraid I will be scolded by the boss again!"

The boss in Pushkin’s mouth is Garley, the patriarch of the Salt family. He is known for his rigor and strictness. However, in this storm, he was accidentally attacked by Catherine and slightly injured, but he was a master. He who is a strong one quickly recovered, if it weren't for Jordin's distraction, Catherine would never have a chance to escape.

The Salt family, the council hall.

The hall is already full of people. The family has been passed down for dozens of generations. Some famous people in the family have also come out. There are dozens of people. There is a corpse on the ground. It is Jordin’s face. A beautiful woman was lying next to him, crying non-stop.

The patriarch was attacked, Master Jordin was killed, and the guards of the clan were killed. No one would have thought that such a big thing happened in the family. This is nothing. The most important thing is, two This assassin is actually only a "senior"-level powerhouse, and such a low level of strength is not a fart in the eyes of those people, but it is precisely because such a person succeeded in a sneak attack and retired, which is no less than that of the Salt family. A hard slap in the face.

Patriarch Garlie sits in the middle. He is about sixty years old. He sits in the middle like a god. He is not angry and powerful. He was once one of the generals of the Holy Roman Empire and made great contributions to the Holy Roman Empire. Only retired when he was old.

Patriarch Garrie’s face showed a rare solemn look. He was not worried about his injury. The small injury had been cured long ago. He was not worried about Jordin’s death. He was just one of the heirs. , But there are more people in the Salt family who are qualified to inherit the position of patriarch, and he is not owed one.

Galle was angry and very angry. He knew in his heart that what happened in the family today could not be hidden from others. Within a day, the scandals in the Salt family would spread to the streets of the royal capital. It's not a big deal just to be ashamed, but the real danger is whether the forces in the imperial capital will underestimate the strength of the Salt family from this matter, this is the most deadly.

When Pushkin stepped into the meeting hall, dozens of eyes all stared at him, staring at him so badly.

Pushkin shook his fat body, walked to the patriarch Garley, smiling, but before he could speak, Garley had already asked, "Where is the person?" The cold voice did not carry any emotion.

"Uh...uh...this...this..." Pushkin squeaked for a long time before gritting his teeth and said, "The patriarch, the subordinate is incompetent, and the two assassins ran away."

"What? Run away?"

"Simply incompetent!"

"A dignified teacher-level expert actually let two scholar-level experts run away!"

People in the conference hall shouted one after another, and some of them were against the Garrett faction. They took the opportunity to fall into trouble. Everyone knew that Pushkin was Garret's youngest brother and his confidant.

The whole discussion hall was noisy, like a vegetable market.

Gary's mouth twitched a few times.

"Shut up all!" He slapped the chair sharply and said angrily, "Isn't it messy enough?"

Frightened by the strength of Master Garrie, the voices in the crowd immediately calmed down. Patriarch Garrie's words were still very useful in the Salt family.

"Pushkin, resign yourself as the head of the family guard team!" Garlie's voice said slowly, but his tone was unquestionable.

"Yes, thank you Lord Patriarch!" Pushkin understood that his elder brother, who was the patriarch, had already saved him face, and he was worthy of not dismissing him on the spot.

Like the family guard group of the Salt family, there are thousands of people, besides the family, it also includes the guards of various industries outside the family. It is extremely powerful. Pushkin is unwilling to let go. Yes, but now, everyone knows that the two juniors have escaped calmly from him, and he has no face to stay as the head of the family guard regiment.

Pushkin didn't say a word, and after a salute, he retreated to the last corner of the chamber. No one was interested in looking at him again.

In the hall, only one person cast a sympathetic look at him. She is Goethe, the genius girl of the Salt family, Goethe. Pushkin has watched her grow up since she was a child, and she has great affection.

Garley looked around for a week, and slowly asked, "What the **** is going on today? Who knows the identity of these two people, are they in the same group?"

The priority now is to figure out what is going on.

"Report to the patriarch, I have something to say!" A lanky figure stood up, and Garley took a closer look. It was Shattkes, the head of the Salt family, who belonged to him. Regardless, this person is extremely careful in doing things, and even the names of the servants in each branch of the clan can be clearly remembered.

Shatex married a woman from the Salt family as his wife. In the eyes of Garley, he is not a direct child of the family, so he has always been disliked.

"Say it!" Garrie said lightly.

Satkes cleared his throat and said, "Report to the patriarch, through my investigation, I can basically determine the identity of the girl who attacked you!"

"Oh?" Galley was a little startled, surprised that Shattuck found the news so quickly, after all, things just happened not long ago.

"Who is she?" Garlie asked in a deep voice.

"She comes from an organization, and her name is "Dark"!" Shatex said in a deep voice. He reached out and took out something from the space bag and handed it to Garlie. "I'm in the place where you were attacked, Lord Patriarch. I found a brooch. Based on the shape of this brooch, it can be roughly inferred that it came from the Kingdom of Ethiopia. Its craftsmanship and style clearly illustrate this!"

"The Kingdom of Ethiopia?" Galley was taken aback. He remembered, and finally remembered. About thirteen years ago, the Holy Roman Empire launched a war against the Kingdom of Ethiopia. The war lasted for three full days. At the end of the year, the Kingdom of Ethiopia was defeated and the king burned himself in the palace. Since then, there is no Kingdom of Ethiopia on the continent of Noah. It has been incorporated into the territory of the Holy Roman Empire.

In that war, Patriarch Garlie was the commander in command and commanded the protracted war. He also gained great political benefits from this war and became the Duke of the Holy Roman Empire.

However, after the war, the restoration movement of the Kingdom of Ethiopia has been repeated. One of the most famous organizations is "Dark". It is said that they are descendants of the Ethiopian royal family and they specialize in opposing the Holy Roman Empire. Needless to say, the assassination operation this time was also planned by them. As the former coach, Garley was also one of the targets of the "dark" organization assassination.

"Huh, it turns out that these are the remnants of Ethiopia!" Garley snorted heavily, "After so many years, they haven't given up on it!"

The Kingdom of Ethiopia was an independent country a long time ago, earlier than the time when the Holy Roman Empire was founded. It already existed in the era of the Ancient Roman Empire. Because of its extremely important strategic position, the Holy Roman Empire ignored neighboring countries. Against the opposition, he resolutely sent troops to conquer the country and put Ethiopia's territory into the territory of the Holy Roman Empire.

The Holy Roman Empire also knew that it was wrong, and deliberately played down this matter, letting it fade away with the years. As for the "dark" organization, in the view of the Holy Roman Empire, it cannot be a climate or a big wave. Come.

Among countries, strength is the last word. Without strength, naturally there is no reason at all.