Whether it is the world of Faerûn or the world of the abyss, everyone knows that the seven gods of Faerûn are all women, so Judah and others are not too surprised that the voice of Osiris, the god of death, is female. What surprises them is that the Char Empire and the god of death
relationship, you must know that the status of the God of Death is like the Will of the Abyss in the Abyss World. Under normal circumstances, if Judas declares war with a certain lord in the Faerun World, it is absolutely impossible to invite the Abyss.
Willing to speak, that is unrealistic, but the facts are in front of you, even if these are the pictures and sounds stored in the magic circle, Osiris's words that you hate also make Judas feel like he has fallen into an ice cave, so
At this time, Judas had clearly obtained information that Don Quixote wanted him to know. The relationship between the other party and Osiris, the God of Death, was unusual. It was very likely that Char Qin was the chosen one of the God of Death...
"Ahem~ By the way," after Osiris, the God of Death, disappeared from the screen, Don Quixote, still with that signature smile on his face, appeared again in Judas' sight, "Although we don't want to go to war with your Camarilla.
, but if we just say that, it is likely to make you think that we are guilty and bluffing, so I am sure
I have prepared a small gift for you. I hope you like it. Also, if you have a chance, please take me to say hello to Patriarch Abel, haha..." With Don Quixote's laughter, the scene ends here. At this moment
Judas clearly sensed that the magic circle on Duke Hex in front of him seemed to be operating in another way.
"Not good." Seeing this, Judas finally realized something was wrong. He waved his hand fiercely, and a dark hole appeared under Hex's feet. Countless hands that looked like innocent ghosts covered him in the blink of an eye.
The devil, which was emitting bursts of green smoke, was pulled down. The next moment he lost consciousness.
Hex seemed to be spit out by this black hole like vomit. Only this time, it was thrown into the air far away from the main city of the Camarilla. The Camarilla in the conference room and Judas also appeared in the castle.
Above, obviously they also want to see what that damn man can do.
Hex, who was sitting high in the air and in free fall, had completely lost consciousness at this time. The magic circle all over his body seemed to have been damaged due to the previous operation, exuding real green smoke. At this moment,
Judas and others could clearly see that Hex's belly, back, chest, and even his forehead were all emitting dazzling light like the sun.
"Ah~~" Hex finally had time to scream, and it turned into a firework that exploded. Let's not talk about the power of this explosion. Although the abyss world also has the sun, it actually has three suns a year.
One hundred and sixty-five days, I was groggy, which can be understood as the kind of
The sky is always cloudy, but at this moment, within the sphere of influence of the Camarilla, it actually looks like daytime in the world of Faerûn. There are many little devils who are accustomed to the darker tones of the abyss world, or similar Warcraft wandering in the wilderness.
The same creatures were frightened by this light...
"Lord," one of the princes pointed to the location of the explosion in the sky, "This does not seem to be a secret method. The soul of Duke Hex is still there. Although it is a little damaged, it has not been fatally injured.
"
Judas looked at the sky with a cold expression, and gently held one hand on the wall outside the castle, "That's what makes it scary. Although people of your level and me won't be too scared of the power of the explosion just now, the problem is
.Just before the explosion, devils of our level didn’t even find anything.
I was afraid that I didn't feel a single spell fluctuation. The only reason why I did that was because of the reminder from the guy named Don Quixote. Otherwise, we would have been bombed into disgrace. It is conceivable that countless devils would do it without knowing it.
Bring this kind of thing back to the abyss, and bring it back to the sphere of influence of our secret party..."
Speaking of this, Judas did not continue. If there is really a war with the other party, then it is conceivable that in the future, within the sphere of influence of the Camarilla, it is possible to see such beautiful... explosions every day.
"Go, Natasha, take back Duke Hex's soul and check it through the abyss contract. If there is no problem, give him a body and let him live again. For him, this is considered
An unforeseen disaster.”
"As you command, Lord..."
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"If you are alive, then you must be dead. If you die, you will most likely live forever." Hex slowly opened his eyes and breathed in the familiar smell of blood. Hex couldn't help but sigh.
I remembered what Don Quixote said. In fact, this is just a dangerous move. So many devils are dead, and you have no problem. With the devil's naturally suspicious character, Heike
Si will definitely not be too happy, so Don Quixote used his body as a container for the magic circle. Then everything can be explained. Moreover, in the end, the explosion damaged it intentionally or unintentionally.
Part of Hex's soul was lost, causing memory loss. Even if Prince Natasha checked Hex's soul, she would not find any abnormalities.
In fact, that part of the "missing" soul is exactly the trick done by Char Donghai, a secret technique from the ancient times, so even the prince of the abyss world cannot discover the secret, it is still the same sentence
, Taoism is wonderful and Buddhism is subtle. If you don't get started, there will be no trace. Obviously, the purpose of Don Quixote's wasting so much effort is to create a gap in the devil family, and to put it to death and then live in the gap.
Generally speaking, they can be reused.
"Alchemy is the most accurate. When you say it will explode, it will explode!" In Charqin's study room in the palace, Don Quixote looked at the clock on the wall with a triumphant look, "
If my guess is correct, those monsters should have seen the gorgeous fireworks I prepared for them by this time."
"Tang," Xia Yaqin looked at the letter in his hand, "the great lords of the seven states have sent messages one after another, saying that they have basically completely controlled their respective states, and the rest is waiting for our instructions.
"
"No hurry," Don Quixote walked up behind Char Qin, put his hands on her shoulders, and a surge of spiritual energy poured into Char Qin's body. Obviously this was Don Quixote.
Hede was helping this woman get rid of the negative emotions brought about by the body itself, including the desire for sex. "It has only been a few months, and the great nobles and those
People with abilities are grinding together, and although we have to establish a United Nations for various reasons, we still have to be responsible for Char's people. At least what kind of life they lived before, now
We don’t want to get better, but we can’t live any worse. We’ll wait until the plan we formulated is fully implemented.”
It is a law compiled by Don Quixote based on his own experience. It does not have many clauses. Of course, Don Quixote is not stupid enough to say slogans such as liberating slaves. This kind of confrontation with the general environment of the entire world is not
It will end well, and speaking, this kind of hope that is difficult to succeed is for
The common people and slaves will be even more cruel, so the core of his law is that the nobles can eat meat, but they must give the common people and slaves a sip of soup. After all, it is good for these common people and slaves in the world of Faerûn.
, most of them just want three meals and one night's sleep.
And the most peculiar clause of this law is that it prohibits the killing of civilians and slaves. The wording is extremely strict. Anyone found to torture civilians and slaves will be directly sentenced to death. In other words, you can kill civilians and slaves because they make mistakes, but if you kill them
If you have abused them before, or abused them needlessly, don't let us find out. If you are found out, it will be the death penalty, and other
If a nobleman reports successfully, then everything about the nobleman will belong to the person who reported it. Obviously, this is Don Quixote referring to a certain mutual supervision law in ancient China in his previous life, and there is only one reason why he did this.
He personally hates this kind of abuse, which may have something to do with his two-year slave life after traveling to Faerûn.
"Also." Don Quixote pointed to the soul lamp that Char Qin thought was very ugly. It was placed on the desk at the moment. "The problem with those guys has been solved for the time being. I believe that in the future
The wisdom of those old monsters will not fail to understand that we are backed by the God of Death, so without enough benefits, whether they or the blood demons,
Come on, we won't act rashly. At least for a long time, we won't be troubled by these guys anymore. But from the memory of that blood demon, I know that their clan seems to have only one holy weapon that can be used.
There are two pieces, and one of them fell into our hands. I guess the blood demon named Abel will give us a large amount of compensation..."
Just as Don Quixote guessed, in the territory of the vampire clan in the west of the abyss, the patriarch Abel also had a sad face. At this moment, he could really be said to be filled with regret. That guy Judas was just dead.
He just lost a prince, but he actually lost one of the only two holy weapons available in the clan. The last time he lost a undead blade, it had the function of a clone.
In return, the Council of Elders and the princes of the clan didn't say much. But this time, he believed Judas' lies again. As a result, he accidentally bumped into the God of Death. It was similar to Judas.
He also read the message, so revenge or anything like that is impossible. No matter how powerful his vampire family is, there is no way he can compete with Xia Qin, who seems to be the chosen one of the true god...
"Abel," the person who dared to address this super lord so directly must be a member of the Presbyterian Church. An old man who looked to be at least several hundred years old and covered with dense wrinkles was holding a crutch in his hand, "because
Due to your mistake, our clan now only has one sacred weapon left. The Council of Elders is very dissatisfied with you. Although the lost sacred weapon is very important to the foundation of our clan,
It doesn't hurt much, but they think there is a problem with your leadership ability. I fought for this opportunity for you. If you can't recover the sacred artifact within a month to prove your ability, they will start
The secret method left by the ancestor will deprive you of your power and status, and demote you to a prince. Choose a new super lord!"
"Damn it!" A red light flashed in Abel's eyes, "These stubborn guys, if they dare to leave the cemetery of their ancestors, I will definitely do it! But..." Speaking of this, Abel sighed, "This
This matter is indeed my problem. I knew that a deal with that old devil would not bring good results! Father, don’t worry, I will definitely solve this matter."
"I hope so," the old man sighed, "My child, our vampire race is not the most powerful race in the entire abyss. Without the power inheritance left by the ancestor, it is guaranteed that there will always be a super lord.
It has probably been destroyed by other demons long ago. My suggestion in the future is to stay less involved in anything related to the world of Faerun. As the mage named Don Quixote said, there is a world between us.
The power cannot be fully exerted at all.”
"Yes, Father, judging from his tone," Abel followed the old man, "Obviously he wants some compensation, so there is still room for discussion on this matter. After all, we are the only ones who can control the sacred weapons of our vampire clan.
Yes, please tell the Council of Elders that this matter will not consume the resources of my blood clan, and I will take it myself."
"How about Vandro?"
"He was seriously injured. He fell from the Prince level and is recuperating in the blood pool..."
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"Elder Jialuo, what do you mean by this?" At this moment, Patriarch Abel was discussing the issue of the sacred artifact in the ancestor's cemetery.
"What I mean is that this matter was your fault in command, so the people sent to discuss it can't take risks with other people. They can't risk their lives for your mistakes."
"What do you mean," Abel narrowed his eyes slightly, staring at the veteran who had always been unhappy with him, "that you want me to go there in person?" (To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature, the novel is better and updated faster!
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