Almighty Alchemist

Royo City.

City Lord's Mansion.

Once, it was the center of admiration and awe for all citizens.

Newly appointed officials would come here to visit, wealthy local merchants would send gifts from time to time, and some warriors would purposely fight around the gate to show their strength, eager to attract the attention of the city lord.

When the citizens pass by the gate of the City Lord's Mansion, they will spontaneously take off their hats to this place. The always arrogant soldiers will not dare to make loud noises when they arrive here. Even some strong people will show the most basic etiquette to the highest local officials when they come here.

In any city, the lord of the city is the king.

But now, everything has changed.

The building is still the same building, and the guards guarding the door are still in bright armor. However, the sky above the entire City Lord's Mansion is filled with a decadent atmosphere, a gloomy and dead air, which makes the entire mansion become lifeless.

The emperor's order has been issued.

The old city lord is about to leave, and the new city lord has not yet arrived.

Every day, you are getting farther and farther away from the glorious power. The pain of loss is always beyond people's imagination. It turns into suffering while waiting, gnawing at the heart of Earl Derby Anfleet.

As a result, the guards of the City Lord's Mansion became lazy and had no fighting spirit.

Occasionally there were galloping horses running by outside, their wandering eyes seemed invisible, and they didn't have the slightest interest in stopping.

Today is the time for Earl Derby Anfleet to officially step down.

The new successor will arrive shortly.

I heard that it was a retired military officer, so Earl Anfleet specially ordered the welcoming band to prepare to greet him with military songs.

In front of the gate of the City Lord's Mansion, a thick red carpet was laid on the 100-meter-long granite floor.

Earl Anfleet stood at the front of the officials in Royo City, and behind him were the city's chief financial officer, military chief and others.

The dejected expression on Earl Anfleet's face seemed to be about to die.

In a certain corner in the distance, several formidable powerhouses, Archmage Abraham Mallet, Sky Warrior Kevin Biers and Garrick Inston stood there lazily, watching the excitement quietly.

Behind them stood Gale Arilon.

The only surviving commander of the Darkscale Beast Unit in Spark Prison was severely reprimanded by his superiors due to the heavy losses of his troops.

The one who kept him was none other than Archmage Marit.

Today, he also came here to welcome the new city lord, but he didn't bring his dark scale beast.

Since the disappearance of Spark Prison, this "cool as the wind" man has become more and more ruthless.

He easily stopped talking.

"You know? My lord, I have attended far more funerals than weddings in my life." Kevin Biers suddenly laughed.

The golden-robed archmage looked at the sky warrior who looked like Clark Gable, his proud mustache was combing out a strange smile.

"What are you trying to tell me?" Malatt asked.

Kevin Biers replied politely: "As an archmage, you have devoted your whole life to the study of magic. It is for this reason that your understanding of the world is still limited. Unlike me, a warrior should not only learn to win in battle, but also be able to observe people. The combat of a mage is to use his powerful spells as much as possible, while the combat of a samurai is just the opposite. The most important thing is to find the weak point of the enemy. So we are used to observing Others, through their expressions, analyze their inner world and determine their behavior."

Kevin Beers' mustache jumped a few more times: "The reason why I have attended a lot of funerals is because it is a place that is very suitable for showing true feelings. I like to see people's sad expressions and understand something from these expressions. I have noticed that not everyone who attends a funeral is full of grief. In fact, in the funerals I have attended, I found that at least half of the people did not care about the dead. A quarter of the people were even happy, and only the last quarter would Keeping the basic heartbreak, but varying degrees."

He pointed to a large group of officials waiting in the distance: "Some of them are heartbroken for the power and glory that are about to be lost; some are afraid, fearing whether the future fate will develop in a worse direction;

"So this is like a grand performance, what's missing is a gorgeous and moving symphony." Kevin Biers said leisurely: "It's also like a very funny puppet show. The important thing is not how good the performers are, but whether the people who watch the show know how to appreciate it."

"Secular power is not on my mind." Malette replied coldly.

"But it's undeniable that you do have it, and you don't want to lose it," Kevin Beals said with a grin.

"Yes, Kevin." Marty pointed his lion-like head: "This world is never fair, right? Officials need to do things carefully and not make the slightest mistake, but we have no worries in this regard. We can do whatever we want without worrying about not being supported."

"That's because we have paid a huge price for this. We have spent the most difficult time in cultivation, indifference and ridicule, until now." Garrick Inston said suddenly.

Maritt looked at the two sky warriors meaningfully: "Yes, that's right. So strong strength is the only basis for survival in this world of the jungle, and all power is vain. Those officials are just our servants, and they are destined to serve us. Their joy, sorrow, and sorrow have no meaning to us. Only they can cling to this illusory power."

At that time, Garrick Inston suddenly thought, what if someone stronger than them appeared? Will Maritt stick to his rhetoric as always? Even in the world where the weak are prey to the strong, it is not uncommon for even a creature at the top of the biological chain to be pulled down by someone, right?

Maybe at that time, the performance of the two people around me will be worse than those officials, even worse.

At that time, he suddenly thought of Hugh Igleser.

The name jumped in his heart, causing a slight palpitation, and then, Garrick Inston saw a figure approaching from afar.

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Boom, boom, boom, boom.

It was the sound of heavy footsteps on the ground.

From far to near, gradually clear.

Even the ground trembled.

A samurai wearing black armor appeared at the far end, like a demon general crawling out of hell, with a dark breath of death, even at such a long distance, the chilling coldness chilled everyone's hearts.

Under the covered iron helmet, the deep dark light is like two red dark stars, flickering and beating, bringing out a powerful sense of terror.

In the black warrior's hand, he held a super-long epee, dragged the big sword backwards, and scratched on the granite floor, countless brilliant sparks burst out, cutting out deep engravings.

On both sides of the road, there are guards standing with spears. They tried to step forward to ask each other's background, but before they got close, they were already shocked by the powerful and terrifying killing intent emanating from the opponent.

No one dares, can, can, approach Darth Vader.

That is the majesty from the strong, and the pride from the top of the food chain.

A high-pitched and high-spirited symphony sounded in the distance. It was because the welcoming band mistakenly thought that the new official took office and made a small mistake.

The high-spirited military song played, pushing the atmosphere to a serious peak in an instant.

The military song calls out the roar of the soldiers, bringing people into a bloody battlefield.

The majestic music, the lineup of the two armies facing each other, and the heavy and heavy footsteps condensed into a march of warriors in the wind at this moment, and the rhythm fit seamlessly.

The wind blows bitterly, carrying the last coolness of early spring.

Amidst the military song, the black warrior walked firmly like a rock in the wind.

Ignore everything around you.

In his eyes, at the far end, he can only see one person.

Abraham Malatt.

Stepping on the vigorous drumbeat, stepping on strong and solid footsteps, surrounded by hundreds of soldiers, he strode forward without fear.

A person, walking towards the existence that represents the pinnacle of human power.

A person, walking towards the existence that represents the top of the human powerhouse.

A single person exudes an aura stronger than the sum of all the existences in this area...

One person can shock everyone.

The officials of all sizes who were waiting looked at this guy who appeared suddenly with astonished eyes, wondering and uncertain.

They didn't know who the other party was, but it was obvious that the visitor was not good.

Marching forward in the solemn military song, walking alone among the wolves, like a lone tiger, fearless of all strength, the black warrior finally came to the waiting officials.

A group of soldiers nervously stood in front of him, watching him carefully.

Standing in front of Earl Derby Anfleet, he slowly raised his left hand.

Only then did people notice that in his left hand, he was still carrying a small oilcloth package.

The black warrior threw the package into the sky, and the epee in his right hand drew a brilliant arc at that moment, striking the package.

The tarpaulin shattered, the package fell to the ground, and a human head rolled out of it.

This scared all the officials back at the same time.

Earl Derby Anfleet clearly saw that this head belonged to a man named Alec Brad, who was the incoming new city lord.

But now, the newly appointed city lord rushed to the destination with only his head left.

A deep and hoarse voice sounded like a sharpening knife from under the iron helmet:

"He... no... will... come...."

The fear in his heart was magnified to the extreme in an instant, and the loud and clear symphony finally realized his mistake, and helplessly stopped the howling in the wind.

The black warrior ignored everyone around him, turned his head and looked at the golden robed mage on the other side again.

He walked towards him.

When approaching, stop.

The index finger of his left hand pointed at Marit, and then the thumb pointed back at himself, making a downward cutting gesture.

duel!

Fight to the death!

There was a terrified fire in Marit's eyes, and the golden robe moved without wind, swaying with a surging momentum.

"Crispin... Bolan!" The name burst out of his mouth, even he couldn't believe it.

Although he didn't see his face, at that moment, Marit knew that the person standing in front of him was Bolan!

"Aw!" The black warrior raised his head to the sky and howled out the anger of his life, roaring out the strongest arrogance of the wild tiger.

The aura opened up, and it rushed straight to Marit.

Time freezes at this moment.

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Writing this paragraph, I actually want to show the scene of Reinho playing against Smith in "Hacker 3".

I watched the scene that took only a few seconds, and I watched it ten times, reminiscing about the feeling in it, and then spent a whole chapter to express it...

I don't know if it is considered a very stupid behavior?

I have always believed that what every author is good at is what he likes.

Some people say that what I write is like a drama, some people say that what I write is a pseudo-translation, and some people say that I am a thief.

There's nothing wrong with that, because I like that style, so I write like that.

I believe that friends who like my books also have the same hobbies and interests as me.

I like the scenes of life-and-death confrontation, the majestic momentum, and wanting to express them is my purpose.

As for whether I showed it or not, I don't know, but I know I tried my best.

If it is done well, it can give everyone the tragic feeling of the wind and rain before the decisive battle. If it is not done well, it is the act of pouring water.

Oh, by the way, the military song in this chapter is actually n**ras, the soundtrack of the duel between good and evil in Black 3, a symphony that makes me intoxicated.

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