Demon Royal Family

Ivo's forehead was bleeding and his eyes were fierce.

The captain of the Templar Knights could not hurt Xiao Hei, but Ivo was not immortal. Under the violent attack, the wounds gradually increased. If Xiao Hei had not been restrained, his injuries would have been more serious.

Ivo gritted his teeth. He didn't care about hiding at this time. His body suddenly expanded, bursting the black robe, and transformed into a four to five meter tall Ural white bear again.

Even though the captain of the Templar Knights was determined, he couldn't help but shrink his pupils in shock.

Once he decides to transform, Ivo has given up on escaping. The Ural White Bear's body is too conspicuous, and the chance of escaping is close to zero.

"Roar!"

Ural White Bear and Xiao Hei fought with the Templar Captain, and the surrounding trees were constantly shattered by the aftermath. Judy and Bruce finally came back to their senses amidst the huge noise, and huddled aside in horror, horrified.

The Templar Captain nimbly dodged the white bear's attack and jumped on Ivo's body, leaving wounds one after another. Ivo's white hair was stained with blood and he roared angrily. The powerful power after his transformation had a powerful impact on the Templar Captain. A little threatening, but not enough to hurt him.

"brush!"

A bloodstain appeared at the heart, and the pale sternum was faintly visible. Ivo's strength was drained by the bleeding, and he was exhausted.

"Old Man, I can't hold on anymore," Ivo said weakly, "Use the apostle form and hold on for the last while. If you can't wait until Paro arrives, use your last trump card."

The devil's power filled his body instantly as his heart pumped blood. Ivo's spirit was shaken, and the new power filled his body. His whole body was ignited with ice-blue fire, like a fire bear, and thick chains stretched out from the giant rings on his wrists. , submerged into the heart, the tips of the white fur on its body are erupting with ice and blue fire, and a pair of pitch black horns grow out of the bear's head.

Ivo activated the demon apostle form while transforming, and the two of them overlapped, further increasing their strength.

"This is the final delay!"

The second time you used it, the burden on the body of the devil apostle form was much smaller. Demacia was surprised: "The second time you triggered the devil apostle form, the life force consumed was reduced to thirty years, and the burden became smaller. You can maintain More than five minutes.”

"What does it mean?"

Demacia exclaimed: "As expected of the bloodline of Mimics, the fusion power is unparalleled. Your body is gradually adapting to the burden of the demon form and spontaneously undergoes deep transformation. As long as you continue to use the demon form, one day you can make the apostle form a routine The ability does not require consuming any vitality and can be maintained for a long time.”

"That's the only good news I've heard today."

Maybe one day in the future, Ivo will be able to use the demon apostle form unscrupulously, as unburdened as his transformation ability, but the most important thing now is to survive.

Ivo put all his mind into the battle, roared, and quickly rushed towards the Templar captain.

The ice flames surged wildly, the soil was crushed into ice slag, and the violent power was unleashed unscrupulously. The Templar captain was shocked by Ivo's continuously increasing strength, and cautiously turned from offense to defense.

However, as time passed quickly, the demon apostle form began to fade.

The captain of the Templar Knights felt Ivo's weakness, his eyes flickered, and he took a bear's paw, and the knight's sword stabbed out with terrifying force.

A cold light suddenly magnified in his sight, and the target was his eyes. Ivo felt a shudder in his heart that he was about to be seriously injured.

"There's no way to hide from it."

Pfft.

Blood splattered everywhere.

…

The Irish Restaurant is an old restaurant with a history of more than 70 years in the Noble District. The bright brown wooden door has a vine-like pattern carved on it and a wind chime is tied to the top.

On an aristocratic street with a splendid architectural style, the door of an Irish restaurant is like a narrow side door, inconspicuous. However, in the eyes of the great aristocrats, gold decoration and ivory marble are just deliberately flashy, and an old restaurant with a tasteful atmosphere is the real elegance.

In the Irish restaurant, the old beech wood bar and dining tables are arranged at random. The wine cabinet behind the bar displays bottles of unremarkable wine. However, each bottle is a fine product produced by a famous winery. Maybe civilian work is very difficult. It takes years to afford a bottle.

There are oil paintings hanging on the walls, which are lifelike and highly skilled. They are all precious authentic works of masters. There are some unique clay flowerpots and stone statues randomly placed around the restaurant, all of which are the works of famous art masters. .

The atmosphere of the restaurant is quiet and peaceful. On the high stool in the corner, the violinist plays melodious music, seriously and attentively. If anyone knows the music world of Lasce, he will recognize that this violinist is a very famous musician, even though He is a famous musician who has held several aristocratic concerts. He is also proud of his job as a piano player in the restaurant, because this is an Irish restaurant and an aristocratic restaurant unanimously recognized by the upper class.

Although the layout of the Irish restaurant may seem careless, elegance is everywhere.

There were four people sitting opposite each other at the window of the Irish restaurant, using knives and forks to elegantly cut cod and steak on porcelain plates that were as white and as delicate as ivory.

The four people present here are the powerful nobles of the Kingdom of Laces, Marquis Talper Lynches, Marquis Beverly Gold, the future head of the Gold family, Young Master Caesar, and Nafi Lynches.

This was the first time that the future couples of the two families had officially met in this capacity, and it was a night banquet with a scrutinizing gaze.

The Marquis of Beverly is a half-bald old man who makes people feel angry even when his face is expressionless. The main reason is that his facial features are relatively compact... Of course, this sentence cannot be mentioned in front of him, otherwise Beaver will understand Why is the Marquis of Leigh known as the "Raging Lion of Lascelles"?

Beverly and Talper were talking in a plain but affectionate tone, while Caesar sat aside like a dragon and a tiger, his dazzling blond hair seemed to light up the dim night sky. Although he is young, his majesty is not inferior to that of the two marquises. If one can tell the future from a person's temperament, then Caesar is undoubtedly a natural leader. His handsome and masculine appearance, prominent family background, and extraordinary abilities are enough to make him a leader. All the aristocratic young girls in the middle of the night bit their lips, blushed, and kept tossing and turning in their dreams with their legs folded. This was also the basis for Caesar's sense of superiority.

But in the seat opposite Caesar, Nafi's eyes were lowered, her long eyelashes covering her eyes. At the banquet where her wedding date with Caesar was discussed, she acted neither happy nor sad, just like she had seen from the palace thousands of times. Just like what I learned from the etiquette teacher, I maintained the elegant and perfect sitting posture of a lady, with a light smile, graceful and noble.

The Marquis of Beverly expressed satisfaction with his future daughter-in-law's accomplishments, and forked a piece of tender, juicy honey-fried cod into his mouth.

However, in Caesar's view, Nafi is more like an outsider who stays out of the situation and doesn't care about her own fate.

Caesar doesn't have much affection for Nafi. To be precise, Caesar's heart cannot tolerate anything other than glory, including women. But since it was a marriage contract made by the family, and since he would succeed the family head in the future, Linches would be his helper in the field of power, so he accepted the arrangement.

He didn't like Nafi, but he couldn't tolerate Nafi, who was nominally his fiancée, getting too close to other men. Every time he saw Nafi, he thought of Ivo, and his mood suddenly became unhappy.

Nafei listened to Talper and Beverly discussing the date of marriage, feeling neither sad nor happy. The education she received since childhood made her always remember to dedicate herself to the family. It is almost impossible for a Marquise to appear in the kingdom. She has been forced to do so since she was born. The fate of the marriage was decided, and she accepted the reality early.

Ivo's plan helped her delay her wedding. She was grateful, but she also knew clearly that marriage was like a well-rehearsed opera. Ivo's plan was just a mispronounced line and could not change the final outcome of the opera. The ending and direction.

Looking at the stars in the night sky outside the floor-to-ceiling window, Nafei felt increasingly calm, like a dead winter lake.

However, in an instant, the meteorite fell, and the calm inner lake violently fluctuated.

The severe pain was transmitted from the other end along the invisible contract line, like an inescapable fate.

"Ivo!"

Nafei was shocked, her fists under the table tightly clenched the skirt of her skirt, and her body began to tremble slightly in pain.

However, the moment the pain struck, what was more painful than her body was the deep palpitations in her heart. She couldn't help but worry about Ivo's condition.

The life-sharing contract was like a fetter, tightly binding her and Ivo's fate together.

Talper noticed Nafi's strange behavior and was a little dissatisfied. How could he be so rude in front of the two marquises? He frowned and asked: "Nafi, what's wrong with you?" Caesar and Beverly also focused their eyes on Nafi. On Fei.

Nafei suddenly stood up without warning and overturned the chair. The two marquis were startled. Beverly said dissatisfied: "Miss Nafei, why are you losing your temper?"

Nafei pursed her lightly painted lips, her eyes were firm, she turned around, held the table and chairs, and quickly walked out of the Irish restaurant. Following the faint perception of the contract, she ran in the direction of her intuition. The gorgeous ornaments fell off as she ran and fell on the ground. There was a clanking sound on the ground.

It turned out that she thought she could be indifferent to fate, but her fate was marked by Ivo and no longer belonged to her alone.

Having Ivo control his life and death is like a marriage that he cannot interfere with.

But unlike marriage, she did not reject Ivo at all, and Ivo never forced her to do anything she didn't want to do.

Unlike Lynch and Gold who want to squeeze out every bit of her value, Ivo is more like a caring friend who will not do anything against his friends' wishes.

Perhaps because of this, when Ivo shared the pain, Nafi suddenly no longer wanted to abide by the so-called aristocratic etiquette, and no longer wanted to maintain a perfect image in front of her future in-laws. At this moment, she just wanted to find someone who was in danger. Ivo is in a desperate situation, help him, rescue him, protect him.

Because...she only has this one friend.

Beverly said angrily: "Nafi's etiquette teacher should be hanged or put in a hanging cage."

Even leaving the table directly in an ordinary gathering is very rude. Facing a high-ranking marquis, this mistake is infinitely magnified. Nobles pay attention to elegant etiquette, and high-ranking people cannot tolerate the rudeness and disrespect of low-ranking people.

Beverly waited for Talper to save the embarrassing situation, but Talper's expression changed. He knew his daughter well and would not suddenly lose his temper. Then there was only one possibility...

Under Beverly's astonished eyes, Talper softly confessed, and quickly left the table, hurriedly entered the carriage, and hurried back to the manor. He wanted to send people to find Ivo, who was probably in danger now. Ivo's life or death determines his daughter's fate.

But it was impossible for Talper to tell anyone about the existence of the contract, so in Beverly's eyes this was a deliberate neglect. He slammed the table angrily: "Linchers are a bunch of arrogant guys!"

Caesar looked unhappy, "It seems that my fiancée doesn't understand etiquette and needs to be disciplined."

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Blood dripped.

Following it fell another hand covered in iron armor, still holding a knight's sword.

The Templar captain held his broken wrist and looked at Paro who suddenly appeared in shock and anger. The stunning cold light cut off his hand before he stabbed the white bear in the eye.

As easy as cutting through feta cheese.

"You're finally here." Ivo's expression relaxed and he asked Demacia to stop activating the last trump card. He knew that Paro would not ignore his own safety.

In fact, he had many guesses as to why the Eye of Darkness valued him. If there was no pie in the sky, the Eye of Darkness must have other plans for him, so it valued him.

As for what their goal is, Ivo doesn't know, but the "Devil's Son" must not be a trivial matter to them, otherwise they will not give a newbie a bishop-like treatment, so he judged that Paro's mission is to do his best. Protecting his own safety was also the reason for him to sit back and watch Judy attract enemies.

In fact, he guessed it right.

"My lord, please forgive me. It took me a long time to get rid of those night watchmen." Paro defended hurriedly.

Ivo breathed a sigh of relief, he was just a little bit away from hiding in purgatory.

Demacia was cultivated in his mind, and his strength was restored. As a demon lord, he had the ability to open the passage to purgatory, which was his last escape card.

But the cost is also staggering. Opening the Purgatory Passage will consume all of Demacia's power, causing it to fall into a deep sleep that will not recover for a year and a half.

(Thanks to the descendants of Shenlong Huaxia for their opinions. It makes sense. The previous article has been slightly modified.)

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