It can be said that Arthur Riya's death completely disrupted Pandeli's plan, but after all, she was such a conspirator. She soon regrouped and even used this coincidence to create a more perfect plan.
That is the news of Arthur Leah's death. Because the fake "Arthur Pandri" was in seclusion, he could not hide it and could only hold the funeral, so when Arthur Pandri's lover Don Quixote came
Afterwards, without surprise, the fake "Arthur Pandri" was exposed, and the fake ran away, and then some clues were left behind to allow Don Quixote to find the real "Arthur Pandri".
Of course, the most important point in the whole plan is how to leave clues for Don Quixote so that he can find the real "Arthur Pandri". The stay is too obvious, this is the flaw, and it will definitely cause Don Quixote.
The suspicion is too hidden and the real "Arthur Pandli" cannot be found, so the entire plan cannot be implemented smoothly, so according to the plan she designed before, she will take the initiative to speak out, that is, the soul is captured
After that, she was read and for this reason she specially classified a piece of soul fragment, made an incarnation of the body, and left part of the memory in that body.
However, the plan could not keep up with the change. When she saw Don Quixote again after five years, she was ordered to tell her everything she was monitored. Although she could not understand the reality of this man as always,
But it was discovered that the soul fluctuations emitted by Arthur Pandri disappeared without a trace after approaching Don Quixote, and were obviously absorbed.
A ancestral figure like Buddha who plays with souls naturally knows that the soul fluctuations contain some information, so Arthur Pandri revised the plan again. He used the trick to pretend that he was not aware of it when Don Quixote spyed on the information.
The love leaked a little information, so the entire plan was perfectly implemented.
But this perfect plan is so expensive. Of course, when things have happened and are irreversible, Arthur Pandri will not always think back on the past. In terms of her attitude towards death, she and Don Quixote
It is still very similar, that is, let the past things pass, and revenge will be avenged. But life must continue to live happily. After all, the dead are dead, but the living are still alive.
Thinking of this, Arthur Pandeli sighed and looked at her sister's soul. It was obvious that she had already figured out how to deal with this issue.
Gently raising the necklace in his hand, Arthur Pandeli's eyes showed a hint of reluctance. This was also a sub-artifact passed down from generation to generation by the Arthur family. It can be said that Arthur Pandeli's conspiracy for so many years,
Whether it is open to conspiracy, it depends largely on its help. Although the Buddha also knows how to transfer space, she is actually cautious and cautious, unless necessary. Otherwise, she rarely uses the Buddha's abilities, because that means she is likely.
He was discovered, but soon this reluctant expression disappeared without a trace. One reason was for her sister, and the other is that for a long time in the future, I am afraid she will not be able to use this thing.
"Ba!" It was still using the power that the Buddha had lent her. The silver necklace and the silver leaf-shaped pendant instantly turned into ashes under the golden power. The two hidden in the necklace were written by the basic world rules.
Some kind of realistic rule symbols that came out appeared in front of Arthur Pandeli. One was naturally a space transfer, and the other was the barrier of the different dimension.
All Arthur Pandeli needed was the rule symbol of the alien barrier, which was used to disperse the already useless space transfer rules. Arthur Pandeli grabbed the rule symbol of the alien barrier with her hands, under her control
Next, the Buddha's power continued to flow into this symbol.
Gradually, under the influence of the Buddha's power, this symbol, which looked like a certain text, began to change. From the initial symbol, it gradually expanded, and eventually turned into a translucent sphere about the size of a basketball, flashing from time to time.
It was a gloomy light blue, very beautiful. After doing these things, Arthur Pandli did not rest, but grabbed his sister's soul and stuffed it into the sphere, so the entire sphere seemed to have undergone a chemical reaction.
Likewise, some pictures flash from time to time, of course, these scenes are all from Arthur Leah's memories.
This is also a destination that Arthur Pandli has designed to her sister, which is functionally similar to the Buddha's palm. In this sphere, Arthur Leah's memory will be transformed into a real scene, and her soul will
Will linger in this world.
For her, everything will start from the night of Tirulag, life will continue, her illness will gradually improve, life will develop according to her will, and even marry Don Quixote and have children, but
This fictional world seems to be similar to Feren, but it is a little different. In addition to the deviation of human memory, it is more because of things that Riya has never seen before, such as the Mirror of the Sky, she can only leave nothing out of thin air.
Self-fiction and self-satisfaction, but no matter what, this is the limit that Arthur Pandri can do.
Looking at the azure blue transparent light ball floating in the air, Arthur Pandeli gently grabbed it and integrated it into his soul. To be precise, he hid it in his sea of consciousness, and finally
Arthur Pandeli, who had a long breath, lay on the bed again with a bang. Although the sun could be seen outside at this time, for her, she was destined to have a sleep during the day.
...
In Arthur Pandli's sea of consciousness, a picture suddenly flashed on the light ball hidden in the endless forest. In the clear and blue sky, Arthur Leah walked deep and shallowly in the snow, towards the sky
The Mirror walked past.
In the distance, she seemed to see a figure, very familiar, very familiar...
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"I'm so unwilling to give up..." On a road leading to the outer city, countless corpses lay down on the ground, forming a shocking long dragon made of corpses. Of course, most of them are slaves
The few were from the city defensive army, and to be precise, they were muttering themselves, a slave who was slashed in the back and lay down on the ground, almost losing most of his life. Obviously, he
At this moment, I no longer have the energy to speak. The words I just said were just meaningless breathing to outsiders.
The snow and blood on the ground were mixed together. At dawn, when the sun rose, it flashed with a particularly charming color. If someone could look down from above, he would find that on this long street
The snow had been melted by human blood, and then solidified into blood ice again.
The slave lying on the ground pulled out a few times from time to time. From his eyes, we could see that he was full of unwillingness. Freedom was once only so close to him. The ones that were close could be seen with his eyes.
In my mind, as long as I can escape from the city, I can live a free life. After all, the word "slave" is not printed on the slave's face, but unfortunately, he is almost dead.
A torrent of thousands of slaves rushed out of the slave chamber of commerce. The route Don Quixote designed for them was to escape here, escape to the outer city, and then hide. This is the most in line with the nature of slaves.
After all, they only desire a plain and stable life. Even with Captain Jack in front, they should not form effective organizations and resistance as soon as they come. After all, your vision determines how a person does things. You cannot expect the slaves to have.
High enlightenment, even if there are, is only a single slave. In such an angry torrent, they have no chance to express their opinions and lead these crazy guys.
Unfortunately, although the capable people of the Chamber of Commerce were scared away, the matter here has been passed on to the ears of the city's defensive army. Faced with the largest riot in history, the conventional combat forces are still ranked in the world.
The Germanic Empire, the first few, immediately dispatched the city defensive army. If such a thing is not handled well, the Grand Duke will definitely not let the garrison leader go, so a massacre can be said to be one-sided like a wheat harvest.
When this happens, no matter how crazy the slaves are, they are humans, not necromancers. So after being injured to a certain extent, they will not be able to pose any threat to the well-organized regular troops.
And what's even more fatal is that because the scale of this riot was unprecedentedly large, just as Don Quixote guessed, the garrison commander even transferred the mage guards and the Knights to fight the formation. Once the situation was uncontrollable,
These people will go to put out the fire. With such meticulous cooperation, this feast composed of blood and * finally came to an end at dawn. Nearly 10,000 slaves, and less than a few hundred survived.
, and they were all injured to varying degrees, but the fate of these slaves was certain, that is, they were executed. This was a tradition of the Germanic Empire. Those who dared to resist the superiors never lived for a long time.
The cold wind blew, and the blood on the ground had already condensed into ice. Walking on it might even fall. When the last slave fell down, somehow, the long street, which was filled with wailings and roars, was inexplicably quiet.
After falling down, only the sound of the wind that could not stop was the sound of the soldiers' breathing.
There seemed to be a strange atmosphere spreading, allowing the city defense forces that had slaughtered for half a night to enter the brink of some kind of collapse. Of course, Don Quixote didn't need them to do anything. He borrowed the evil spirits of the dead.
The only purpose of Qi is to make the faces of these soldiers richer and make it easier to provide him with materials for taking photos.
The slave lying on the ground didn't know all this, and of course he didn't have the ability to pay attention to these things. The cold snow had already made him unable to feel his back. The torn clothes mixed with blood and flesh had been
It stuck to the ground, and the cold made him lose the pain, so he used the last little effort to pay the price of part of his flesh being torn apart, turned over and crawled towards freedom. His movement,
It was like a stone thrown into a pond. The aura created by Don Quixote with evil aura disappeared instantly. After all, that aura was only Don Quixote casually.
This also made a garrison near him wake up. To be precise, he was shocked. He instinctively lifted his sword and was like he wanted to cut it. In fact, this garrison cannot be blamed for being timid, because the German Empire has passed away
It has been a long time since I experienced such a large-scale war... Maybe it is more appropriate to use massacres.
Killing people is psychologically burdened. Even if it is a professional soldier, he is physically and mentally exhausted after killing so many people in one night. In addition, the stimulation of Don Quixote's spell before has really collapsed.
The edge, so when there was movement around him, the body instinctively reacted, and the knife had already been cut off before his brain could react.
"Enough!" In this somewhat quiet dawn, this sentence seemed particularly clear. When people looked at the direction where the sound was emitted, there was no one there, and a knight in the order had appeared in the soldier.
In front of him, he grabbed the knife covered with frozen blood with one hand, and this knight was a seed in the Six Rings tissue, Akira. (To be continued...)
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