Arad's crooked savior

Cantwin

Whether it was Mandarin, the violent hunting team hiding in secret, or Celia, the first princess of the empire, they all frowned and couldn't figure out the specific situation at the scene.

From the sudden appearance of the black beam of light, to the majestic sword cutting open Cantwin, to the emergence of the Gate of Underworld in the sky, and then everything returned to calm, the wind was light and the clouds were calm, less than half a minute passed.

Ye Lin himself felt that he had been at the entrance to the underworld for at least two hours, but in reality, Cantwin in Arad only experienced it for only half a minute.

The influence of time on the underworld is also being reduced invisibly.

After all, it's quite nonsense to talk to a dead person about the passage of time.

But everyone was clear-eyed, and Rosenberg, who was under the Cantwin Gate, was nowhere to be seen.

Of course, no one needs to deliberately remind who wins and who loses, but what happened inside in those half minutes?

Ye Lin stood up slowly and remained silent. He stretched out a hand from afar and aimed at the crack opened by his sword, and suddenly grasped it.

The ground rumbled and shook, the cracks were closed, and the damaged streets returned to their original appearance.

His terrifying magical ability made the jaws of those who peeped in the dark drop to the ground.

For a long time, his name as the Sword God has been circulated in the Arad continent, but there have been few vague records about his control of magic.

I just have a vague feeling that his magical power seems to be good, but he rarely uses it.

But the power of smoothing out tens of thousands of meters of cracks can only be deeply shocked if you see it with your own eyes.

The victorious sword god seemed to be hiding many things.

The third princess who hurried over with an anxious look looked at him carefully and squeezed his face hard. After confirming that he was fine, she patted her chest and breathed a sigh of relief. There was an unbuffered sound.

She said angrily: "This princess is in her prime, and she thought she would suddenly become a widow. I don't want to be the second Celia."

"Celia, your eldest sister?"

Ye Lin shrugged and smiled, pointing to a dark attic, "In my perception, there is a group of imperial soldiers there, surrounded by a woman in luxurious clothes."

"real?"

Isabella was a little stunned and glanced in the direction, but immediately lost interest, let alone the idea of ​​saying hello.

She and Celia were not born to the same mother. Her mother was Queen Josephine, and Celia's mother was Princess Mary.

The relationship between sisters can't be said to be bad, but it's definitely not close, and it's not as good as her best friend relationship with Cyrus.

As the eldest sister, Celia has been the model of the three best among the harem children since she was a child. She is smart and sensible, and it is said that she looked like the young Leon when she was a child, so she was loved by her father.

But Isabella always felt that the first princess, the nominal eldest sister, was not the obedient and good student on the surface, but had something deep hidden.

Just like the difference between a good student and a bad student in private.

However, with her optimistic personality, she is too lazy to care about these conspiracies and conspiracies. Spending money freely and having exciting adventures are what she pursues.

"Boss, are you okay?"

Because the battle lasted only half a minute, Mo Mei and the others couldn't figure out what happened just now.

"I'm fine, and Cantwin won't be so gloomy anymore."

He waved with a smile on his face and did not stay too long. As time went by, bold people would inevitably come to check.

If you stay here, you will most likely be surrounded by a crowd, and you may be entangled all afternoon.

Besides, it's quite cold outside, so I'll be freezing for nothing.

The Third Princess held the curator's arm and recalled: "Let's find a place to rest. I seem to have a private palace nearby, but I haven't been there in a year or two."

The airship slowly took off and started, starting from him and then leaving, which lasted less than half an hour.

Mo Mei strangled his neck with her twin ponytails and playfully asked, "Boss, is Rosenberg dead?"

"Well, I saw him walk into the underworld with my own eyes. He walked steadily, calmly and calmly. It's a pity that I didn't see Jig and Balak. I don't know how Borodin is doing. I have time to chat."

Yuena, who was pouring hot water to make milk tea on the bar, shook her hand and accidentally spilled some.

It only took half a minute from the black light pillar to appear and disappear. Did he really wander around the gate of the underworld and come back?

It's not that quick to take out the trash in front of your home.

Siatt hurriedly wiped the water on the table with a paper towel, but she had no doubts. She raised her head and asked curiously: "Then you don't have time to understand the so-called dark elements?"

"It's not completely absent. I understand a little bit about the origin of the elements. For example, I learned a deeper mystery in the state of the Holy Spirit."

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"Damn it, I came all the way from Cape Dia to Cantwen with the purpose of burning that heretic, but he ran away?"

Lucille, who was holding a battle ax and wearing silver-white precision armor, had two ancient books clasped around her waist, which contained a mysterious power.

The Law of Condemnation, the Revelation of the Judge of Fire Hell!

Her amber eyes under her short yellow mushroom hair exuded a cold air, not a coquettishness or a casual complaint, but a real sense of anger.

After finally going through the most cruel trial of the heresy judge, she narrowly escaped death, and obtained two holy books given by "him". After possessing stronger fire judgment power, she happened to hear about Cantwein's duel, and she couldn't wait to rush over. .

This time, the heretic must be burned together with the sweet potato.

However, the battle lasted extremely short. She didn't even have time to see the crack that separated the city with the sword, and the airship disappeared at the end of her sight.

Holding the double-edged battle ax and moving forward slowly, with a cruel smile on his lips, the big heretic ran away, but Cantwin seemed to be hiding some small heretics.

Mandarin, who was about to leave with his apprentice Wu Zuo, suddenly felt a creepy feeling in his heart.

In a corner of the street, a tightly wrapped man was bloodily split in half by a tomahawk, and the pretender's true form was revealed in the flames.

The executioner, a seemingly thin woman, had a "joyful" smile in her eyes.

"It's broken, Uzo, let's go quickly, the clergyman of Remedia."

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The eldest princess Celia had an expressionless face and even clapped her hands gently to show her praise. Because the duel lasted too short, she was "slapped in the face" on the spot after she finished speaking with a hint of schadenfreude.

"You guys go out, my sister is very lucky, but I don't know when she will continue her bloodline for the royal family."

He waved away the guards and maids, slowly sat down at a table, and brewed a pot of good tea with skill and grace.

She didn't just come here randomly. She was curious to see a showdown between top players. She did have a private residence in Cantwen and she kept it very neat.

Because this is the "old capital"!

A cup of tea was filled with fresh green that was inconsistent with the season, and her complex facial expressions were vaguely reflected.

She is a diplomat of the Delos Empire and represents the face of the royal family. She does a good job in both etiquette and methods, and is highly praised by Lyon.

Unlike Isabella, who could go wherever she wanted to go and have a surprise attack that left the local nobles in a panic, after her eighteenth-year-old adult ceremony, she traveled on official business as an imperial diplomat for a period of one year.

When she traveled around the empire, she would have banquets with local celebrities to discuss customs, cultural exchanges, etc., and accumulated a lot of contacts and knowledge.

"You really have a good husband."

With a soft sigh, he couldn't tell whether it was pure envy or a bit jealous, but the beautiful cheeks reflected in the tea became more and more complicated.

It is rare for children born into the royal family to be able to control their marriage independently, and most of them are mixed with political interests.

A princess like Isabella who has been set free is still alone.

When she was nineteen, she was betrothed to a man who was a powerful figure in the empire. He was a few years older than her, and he was a man of good nature. He was one of the rare people in the aristocratic circle who came from a well-known family.

It was originally a pretty good marriage, but she was very dissatisfied with her husband's sense of stability. To put it nicely, it was called being content and self-reliant, but to put it worse, he was a frog in the well.

Then, her young husband died of an inexplicable illness...

She became a widow and publicly refused to remarry, concentrating on becoming an Imperial diplomat.

"If I had your husband's resources, this empire would have long ago..."

A strong reluctance appeared on his delicate face, but he immediately woke up and stood up and opened the door. The guards and maids were not on this attic floor.

But since they are all her confidants, there will be no problem of leaking secrets.

After sorting out her mood, she still took up a pen and carefully wrote down what she saw and heard, and reported it to Leon if necessary.

The empire also has powerful men in the legendary realm, such as the god of fighting, Sal Maya, as well as some hidden powers.

She began to wonder, is there a stronger realm above this legendary realm?

To call him an apostle is still God.