Chapter five hundred and forty seventh sacrifice and memory
"This is this ... what is this?"
Or see that someone grabbed a strange thing from his head out of thin air, and he was still struggling. Few people would not feel afraid, but for Dami Sebastian Fernandis Jas?
In terms of Bo, at this moment, that talent is the source of his greater fear. The poor young nobles even fear that the body is difficult to receive control. He stepped back two steps, fell down, and knocked over a wine table. Crystal crystal. Crystal.
The sound of the ware powder shattered bone mixed into the melodious music, so almost all the sight turned to the corner of the hall at this moment.
Edward frowned.
He could have used a spiritual energy to suppress the increasing troubles, but now he has no time to do that. Most of his spirit is transformed into an invisible tentacle and pierced into the soul of the struggling little devil. From the inside,
Squeeze out memories for reference.
It is small and weak, but it has enough intelligence, and their invisibility is a bit similar to natural ability, and it is not easy to be countercroof and controlled by magic.
Small means of servants, and the cost of summoning is low, even if it is dead, there is no danger like anti -baying.
In other words, sacrificing it when necessary is also a matter of course.
And it turns out that the understanding of the spirit warlock on the demon is still correct ... In the next breathing, a halo burst on the body of the little devil, and it burst into a bang.
Rolling out, but the fire tongue was only one volume out, and it was gathered by some kind of force, turning into beautiful flowers.
The fire in front of me slowly dissipated, and the thinking extended endlessly, integrated with the darkness at the end of the sight. The memory that originally belonged to the demon merged into the spirit of the soul warlock. He saw the boundless darkness, and the burning flame.
The flames are on the ground like lines, and the shape of the six -pointed star is slowly outlined.
This memory is so clear, Edward can even smell, every ray of rusty smell floating in the air. The eyes of the little devil can clearly see those who summon him, see those who are wearing black robes, wearing black robes
The cast is not far from the front. Seeing them inlaid with a black velvet cloth robe inlaid with gold and silver silk. In front of them, a small altar. Quietly placing a human body.
The blood is pouring from the fair body. The source is a dagger that pierces into the heart.
, The pierced meat block crazy creep. A root blood vessel was pulled off, squeezing out more blood splashing around the surroundings, but when the blood dripped the ground, it had become black and sticky, like asphalt
Things ... Falling on the stone bricks next to her, sneezing, smoking the smoke and dark red flames of the large group.
At this time. The eyes of the little devil fiercely dark, Edward could only be buried in the moment when it deeply buried. In the dark, there was a shadow that exudes a strong evil spirit to float above the altar, looming in the shadow.
This picture is familiar. The spiritual warlock wants.
Memory has been terminated.
"Then ... what is that, what are you, what did you do? Edward Vinson, what do you want to do?"
"Questing the demon. A little devil."
The screams around him interrupted Edward's contemplation. He responded impatiently, and then he couldn't help but embarrassed — in fact, from the beginning, the attention of the spiritual warlock was concentrated on the demon, so he lifted up
After looking up, he found that there was actually a guy he knew in front of him ... "Oh. It turned out to be the man of the Jasber's family. Why? Because I just saved you, do you plan to let me regret my behavior?
"He asked lightly.
"No, not ..."
Facing that face. Jasper couldn't help shaking. The indifferent taunt in the indifferent tone was not worth mentioning, but there was some kind of power, like a group of ice breeze, and the whole body of his body was
It was so transparent ... stunned for a while, and he finally barely controlled his emotions: "I, I mean, what's going on?"
What's going on? I want to know!
Edward was silent ... In fact, after entering the door, he originally wanted to leave. When he found that it was just a ballroom hidden by the magic ... but the little devil changed his mind, because the latter was meeting
He was ready to escape from his first moment.
However, this little demon actually did not bring him more prompts, and even made things more troublesome ... Who sent this little devil? What do you do?
"Probably what trouble do you have caused it recently?" He smiled: "Is there any clue, someone wants to kill you?"
"You guy, who is it! Guard! Master!"
Or that scene is too bizarre, until this moment, the group of young nobles finally remembered ... they howls and retreated, and pulled out the sword from the waist, but obviously they remembered it, facing a one of them, facing a one
People who have any connections with the devil, those decorative things can not bring them a sense of security, grab the demons, turn them into flames ... No matter what kind of power this person has, it is not them those who have them.
Broken copper rotten iron can resist.
It's really troublesome.
Although there are many titles such as the disciples of the division and the prince of the empire, in the aristocratic circle, Edward is destined to have no foundation. Although most of the people he knows are sensitive, there are few quantities, and it is not a system-
— From today's James, who has become Starland, to one of the heirs of Earl Ralphus's house, to the Duke of Greenland and his sister, that Jian Saint ... barely, it seems that only that Dai
Menglong Blakhock. It is a leader of a system, but these people seem to be unlikely to raise his popularity higher.
It's not surprising that the famous people are.
"Hurry up! This is Jon of Edward Vinson, he just wanted to save me!"
It was a bit unexpected. Before the spiritual warlock was preparing to use the power to make this group of noisy guys quiet, the young nobles of the Golden Pelicans helped him to solve it. A ring on his finger shone at this moment.
It seems to be the sturdy mountains and rivers of his words.
As a result, the crowd was sophisticated. It was originally afraid that it could not be avoided. It also turned into a tide -like forward.
Nobles, especially some nobles at the bottom, are a wonderful creature. They have an incredible sensitive smell for strength. Those who attach strong are their meaning of survival.
Instinct for power.
But obviously. The spiritual warlock is not interested in these people, and there is no intention to expand the social circle in the nobles. If it is a bit of time, he would rather think about it.
Then, then
So. His figure was only twisted in the air, and he dissipated, leaving only a group of unlucky guys who were embracing and hugging. The anxious but inconspicuous dumbs were almost squeezed into meat pie.
"Good danger ... fortunately there are preparations. Praise you, my master."
Carefully slipped away after the crowded people piled up, Damian Jasper narrowed his eyes and passed through the messy crowd. He walked into the side of the hall, a warm small hall, and closed the door carefully.
Sitting down, it seemed that he sighed a sigh, explored, and found a golden vertical decoration from the neckline, holding it in his hand.
So. A dim blood color halo flashed slowly in his eyes, dispeling the fear of the young noble's face and replacing it with a contempt.
Nympho
The chaotic Fengyue Farm has been left behind, but Edward found that his thoughts have not been sorted out of a approximate clue.
In fact, for any mage, calling a little demon is actually not a big deal. After all, the boasting demon is just one of the lowest levels of the devil. Now
Below, the summoning object is difficult to return to the original plane, and it has to face the consumption of strength every time, but this damage is only for the summoner itself. For the summoner, this is not only harmful, but even even
Good things that will be extended as much as possible.
But the question is, what is their purpose?
Is it an enemy? Is it an emperor or a Turkinis?
If the purpose is to kill Damian? Jasper is so good to say, but unfortunately judged from the memory of the little devil, it is obviously not the case. The ritual of humans as sacrifice products does not look like a simple one.
Preparation -the spiritual warlock quickly remembered the reason why the scene was familiar.
The last time I saw a similar thing, it was in Farris, the underground of the seaport city, and the mage named that seemed to use this ritual to solve the so -called kingship's seal.
Will this time the last copy of the last time? Is there a piece of crusher of the kingship?
Very attractive idea ... Unfortunately, the possibility is actually very low.
Edward stretched out a finger and wiped the vertical lines between the eyebrows ... If there is a part of the debris of the royal power here, then there is no doubt that he can immediately feel it. This artifact has now given him a certain degree of to a certain extent.
It is recognized that even the gods who were swallowed into it can be used for Edward slightly. There are fragments that appear nearby, and he will never feel at all.
Or is this the preparation of Thomas?
There is a certain sense of explanation in this way. The power used by that Thomas has contacted the demon demon in itself. Before he killed a ** division, he summoned a lot of devils, but this time the battle was this time
, Turkinis almost came out of the nest, nearly 50,000 soldiers may not be able to confront the entire empire, but it is more than enough to clean up the corner of the empire.
demon?
Or is it a strategy of those emperors who use the Emperor Hou Army to fight against the Empire?
Edward shook his head and threw this little thing aside. He had no interest in war, and it didn't matter whether the kingdom was victory or failed.
The city on the frontier cannot hurt bones at all, and with Turkinis's power today, victory can only continue to the site of the territory of twice the area of land.
Although there are some sorrows, this is the rule of war. Without the time of rest and restraint, the limitation of comprehensive national strength will not allow the expansion action to continue unlimitedly.
So this time, he only brought the guard of 150 people, which is not too much for a voice. Never consider it, but there are thirty of these people. After half of his use of spiritual transformation, he
Elf mercenaries, good at bows and arrows and fighting tricons, while the remaining is the original belonging to Claudia. The veterans that he got out of the loyal camp is by no means compared with those farmers. In fact, in fact, in fact
Looking at the battlefield environment, Edward thinks that even if they fight against the tulip guardian knights, there may not be the possibility of winning.
It's just a bit regrettable. This is just in case of preparation, there are a lot of opportunities to be used to use it.
Similar intuition thoughts made Edward can't help but want to sigh again.
Or. This environment is too complicated and messy, or it is too strange? Since coming to this city again, his thinking seems to have some noise, which will always make his thinking unconsciously shift to another other.
In some directions, for example, war. Even in the meditation, there seemed to be a voice that warned him, what danger was. It was slowly approaching the place where I never knew.
When I walked through any door and fell on the small building that was assigned to my own, the eyes of the soul warlock were slightly condensed.
Under the moonlight, a tall figure stands on the terrace, looking at it with the column ... The simple fighting costumes of the night breeze also outline the long body, a good female curve.
On the surroundings. The silver boundary of the slim and Miaomanman made this shadow look like a firework at all. Mixing with a picture in the memory, Edward's breathing can't help stagnation.
"What are you thinking about?" He was silent, stopped his eyes on the red hair, shook his head, and asked.
"Ah? Master ... Nothing." The female knight's body trembled slightly. She lowered her head to the soul warlock, and seemed to hesitate slightly, so she said, "I can always recall something. Recently, even asleep.
Those things will appear in dreams. "
"Nightmare?"
"It's not terrible, it's my own ... I don't know, is it the real me. I feel that those who don't have a real feeling at all, as if I am watching something that a stranger has experienced.
"
| "Oh? If you can, can you tell me?"
"Yes, of course." The female knight was a little bit stunned and took a deep breath before he controlled some emotions: "I ... in a home, there is a very harsh mother, and there are many people. It seems that it seems to be.
Relatives, they laughed at me, and then my mother asked me to learn martial arts and teach them. Later, I became a soldier and gradually became strong in the battle again and again. "
"Oh," Edward nodded. But for a while, I didn't know what to say.
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"Master, do you have any way to make me not think of these anymore?" For the little response, the female knight was silent for a moment, and then suddenly asked.
"Why?" Edward stunned: "That should be your own memories, but what is bad for memories? Why must it be eliminated?"
"Master, please hug me, can you?" The female knight raised her head,
She hugged Edward. She hugged very tightly, as if she was going to squeeze him into her body.
Edward followed his forehead, kissed the tip of his nose, and finally met together with his lips and lips.
In the night breeze, the summer heat and retreat, but the female knight's lips are cool, and it seems to be trembling slightly. So Edward stretched out her tongue and warmed her with the tip of her tongue.
The ground should be harmonized, and the two arms were on the neck of the man. Let Edward hold her waist and leave the terrace.
The small tongue, tentatively touched the tip of the man's tongue. (Unparalleled. Please search for astronomy, the novel is better updated and faster!