Divine Civilization

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With such strength and power, there is no doubt that the visitor is a level 7 saint!

For a moment, the entire castle hall was silent, and everyone was speechless.

The faces of Viscount Norman and Viscount Mars completely changed.

They never expected that such a frighteningly strong man stood behind the arrogant boy just now!

In the face of absolute strength, the original confidence, or silent calculations, seemed to have become a joke.

"Ha~haha~ I knew that the great Priest Solo would not give up his most loyal servant." Moses sat slumped on the ground, gasping for breath like the rest of his life, but there was a fanaticism on his pale face. smile.

He struggled to get up from the ground, knelt down on one knee and bowed to salute, with an extremely solemn expression: "Welcome to the great Priest Solo."

Wu Hui glanced at Moses, and silently praised this guy's acting skills.

If he hadn't clearly known that this guy had been completely brainwashed by himself, he would have been almost fooled just by looking at his performance. This guy is also a talent~ and he is also a villain talent through and through.

He lowered his head and pretended to be respectful and submissive. Seeing Blake beside him standing still, he stretched out his hand and slapped the back of his head, pushing his head down.

Liliana even bowed her head deeply when the officiant of Solo first appeared, with a look of fear and cowardice, as if she didn't even have the courage to look up. But in his eyes, there was a flash of light.

At the same time, the rest of the men in black also knelt down in unison, saying in unison, "Welcome to the great Priest Solo."

In the empty castle hall, this voice slowly echoed, grand and solemn.

Surrounded by a group of people in black robes, the already incomparably powerful might of Solo Priest was suddenly made more terrifying and frightening.

The servants in the castle were already trembling with fright, and when they were frightened by this momentum, they immediately "thumped" and sat down on the ground, trembling with pale faces.

A few of the timid ones even rolled their eyeballs in fright and passed out directly.

"Cough~cough cough~"

Andre struggled to tear himself off the wall, his feet went limp, and he knelt on the ground directly on one knee.

Just now, he was seriously injured, especially his internal organs were greatly shocked, even with his sturdy physique of a level 6 shield fighter, he could hardly bear it.

With this movement now, he immediately vomited another mouthful of blood.

However, as if he didn't feel it, he supported his body with a shield, and stared at the priest Solo who had just appeared with wide eyes: "My lord, who is your sage? Why have I never heard of it?" .”

"Jie Jie Jie~ It doesn't matter who I am."

Priest Solo smiled miserably, his eyes flicked across the faces of Viscount Norman, Viscount Mars, and the 6th-level Saint Andre, his eyes were serious, as if he was looking at lambs waiting to be slaughtered .

"The important thing is that today, you must jointly elect Blake Leighton as the heir to the earldom. If anyone has any objections... kill, no, pardon."

When he said the last three words, the priest Solo paused every word, and the cold murderous intent leaked from the gap between his teeth, filling the entire castle hall in an instant.

In an instant, even the temperature seemed to drop several degrees.

The surrounding servants and servants all trembled, and several of them fainted in an instant.

Viscount Mars lowered his head almost subconsciously, with cold sweat pouring down his forehead, he didn't even dare to say a word.

Wu Hui, however, was terrified in secret. As expected, professional villains should be hired to do this kind of villainous deed. If the Holy See of Light came forward to force Blake to become the earl, how could he be so overbearing? Kill Unforgiven at every turn?

"Your Excellency is too domineering, right? Even if you are a saint, ahem~ you shouldn't..."

Level 6 Yasheng Andre's eyes were angry, and he wanted to refute with a frown.

However, before he could finish his sentence, a hammer of hell that was exactly the same as before appeared in the air, and it slammed down on his head.

"Boom~!"

Before Yasheng Andre could react, he was smashed into the stone floor with a hammer.

In an instant, there was a large human-shaped pit on the ground, and the surrounding stone slabs cracked like a spider web.

Yasheng Andre's face was pale and he vomited blood again and again, but he still struggled subconsciously to get up from the pit.

However, just as his hand was on the ground, the scepter in Solo's hand suddenly stopped, and a black light suddenly shot into the air.

In an instant, a black vortex exuding a strong ominous aura appeared in midair, and a huge undead ancient dragon swooped out of the vortex, raised its head suddenly and let out a neigh.

"Ang~"

Compared with the undead bone dragon temporarily spawned by the undead servant Rex, the one in front of him is obviously much larger. The huge bone wings spread out, almost covering the entire dome of the hall.

The light of the dome magic lamp was blocked by it, casting a huge shadow below.

While the huge bone wings were flapping, the majestic dragon power mixed with the breath of death swept out, and the entire castle hall was filled with this breath in an instant. For a moment, it was like a hell.

"Undead Bone Dragon!"

Andre's face suddenly changed color, his pale face instantly turned pale, and his eyes were filled with horror.

It never occurred to him that the Priest Solo would directly strike at the slightest disagreement, without giving him a chance to finish speaking. Moreover, it actually directly summoned such a big killer as the Undead Bone Dragon!

This is to kill them all!

He had also come into contact with two saints before, but those two saints mostly encouraged and appreciated him. Even though he had heard that some saints had a bad temper and would kill people at will, he never expected that the one in front of him would actually If you don't play cards according to common sense, you can't even say a word!

If he knew this earlier, he shouldn't have spoken just now!

Andre regretted it, and his intestines were green with regret.

However, at this moment, it's too late for him to regret it!

He turned around and ran, his figure instantly turned into a phantom and flew out, trying his best to fight for that tiny chance of survival for himself.

However, no matter how good his agility is, how can he outrun the level 7 undead bone dragon, which is known for its speed?

Before he could escape to the entrance of the hall, the swooping skeleton dragon had already chased after him, grabbed his back with a claw while he was unaware, and directly lifted him into the air.

The sharp dragon claws scratched Andre's back dripping with blood, and he screamed suddenly.

However, just as the screams sounded, the other claw of the Undead Bone Dragon had already been clasped on his shoulder, and then both claws forcefully tore Andre in half.

The screams stopped abruptly.

The pouring rain of blood mixed with internal organs immediately fell like raindrops, and instantly filled half of the castle hall. Whether it was the exquisitely carved leather sofa, the exquisitely embroidered tablecloth, or the exquisite strokes, they were all here. In an instant, it was stained with a little bit of blood, so red that it was dazzling and shocking.

The servants of the castle turned pale with fright at the bloody scene, their throats gurgled, and then they rolled their eyes and fainted for the most part. Even the few remaining ones who didn't get dizzy were frightened enough to urinate, or turned their heads and vomited like the old housekeeper.

The hot stench and the stench of blood permeated the air, mixing into an indescribably disgusting smell.

Black and Wu Hui at the door couldn't help covering their mouths and noses and retreated outside the door. They felt their stomachs were overwhelmed, and they almost couldn't hold back their vomiting.

In mid-air, the huge undead bone dragon loosened its claws and threw the two halves of the corpse on the ground. It skillfully picked out a hot heart from the torn corpse, and then delivered it to the priest Solo in a fawning manner. Rubbing his arm affectionately with her forehead.

"Good baby~ well done."

Priest Solo took over the bleeding heart, touched the pale skull of the Undead Bone Dragon with satisfaction, then turned his head to look at the crowd, with a strange smile on his haggard face: "I said, if you have any objections, Kill without mercy."

There was a dead silence all around.

The clothes on the back of Viscount Mars were drenched with cold sweat, his legs were as limp as noodles, and he could barely stand upright.

Viscount Norman's psychological quality is much better than his, but his clothes have been soaked in cold sweat, and his face is pale.

It's just that close.

If they were the ones who spoke just now, they would probably be the ones who were torn in half and thrown on the ground at this moment.

It's like walking around the gates of hell.

"How is it? Do you two have any objections?" Priest Solo's scarlet eyes suddenly fell on the two of them, like a tiger feeding on a lamb waiting to be slaughtered, greedy and bloodthirsty.

Viscount Mars trembled all over, and kneeled down almost subconsciously: "No, I have no objection. I have no objection. Let whoever you want to be the earl be the earl, you have the final say, you have the final say... ..."

Viscount Norman also tensed up, his scalp was numb, and he quickly said: "I have no objection. I have no objection either. You have the final say."

However, when he said this, he subconsciously calculated it in his heart.

The saint in front of him looked like a necromancer or summoner. Although powerful, two or three of the famous saints on the mainland hated this type of professional. If he can find a way to spread the news that there is a holy necromancer or summoner here, maybe he can get in touch with those two or three saints.

At that time, what is an earl title?

"Jie Jie Jie~"

If the Priest Solo sensed something, his scarlet eyes suddenly fixed on Viscount Norman, with a bloodthirsty gleam in his eyes: "You are dishonest."

After living for four or five hundred years, he transformed himself into a lich in order to break through the shackles of his physical body and aptitude. His five senses have faded, but his mental acuity has reached a level that ordinary people can't even imagine. He felt it almost the moment Viscount Norman had a different heart.

After the words fell, the black scepter in his hand stopped again, and the undead bone dragon roared immediately, and rushed towards Viscount Norman.

Viscount Norman's expression changed instantly.

How can it be? ! How could he find out? !

Viscount Norman couldn't figure it out no matter what, and was full of inconceivable thoughts. However, at this moment, he didn't have time to think about it at all, he could only do his best to throw out all kinds of trump cards and tricks to save his life, trying to fight for a chance of life under the attack of the bone dragon.

However, the level gap is as huge as Tianyuan, but how could he escape from the level 7 undead bone dragon at level 4?

In just a few breaths, he was grabbed by the huge dragon claws, and was torn in half just like Andre.

Another hot heart fell into the hands of the officiant Solo, and the smile on his face became brighter and weirder, as if the more people died, the happier he was.

Viscount Mars was so frightened that he could hardly even kneel on his knees, his pale face seemed to be performing ascension to heaven in the next moment.

After a while, he suddenly woke up with a jolt, and Zhan Zhan took the initiative to speak: "Big, big, my lord. Come on, if the previous earl died suddenly and there was no designated heir, the heir only needs to If more than half of the heirs in the family are nominated, they can be directly sent to the direct Marquis for stamping, and an official document will be issued to inherit the title of earl. Now the only heirs in line of the Raymond family are me and Black. I, I, I will write an official letter to Black nomination right now."

As he said that, he took out the pen and paper, and began to write tremblingly, fearing that if he moved a little slower, he would be deemed insincere by the frenzied demon king and killed him directly.

For a moment, there was no other sound in the hall except the rustling of the quill pen falling on the parchment.

Wu Hui pulled the pale-faced Blake and quietly moved out of the door again, taking advantage of the slight wind to take two breaths of fresh air, so as not to be suffocated to death by the smell in the hall.

Um?

He suddenly noticed a figure hiding in the corner outside the door, it was Liliana, the beautiful proprietress.

She didn't know when she sneaked out of the castle hall. At this moment, she was closing her eyes tightly, trembling slightly, and she didn't know what to think of. She seemed to be strongly restraining her emotions. Sorrow, ever-changing.

Watching this scene, Wu Hui paused, thoughtful.

It seems that sister Nana is indeed a person with a story~

Soon, Viscount Mars wrote the official document. Although the words were crooked due to trembling hands, the meaning was expressed very well.

Priest Solo was very satisfied with his sense of wit, and finally showed mercy and let him go.

So far, the bloody dispute in Thorn Castle has finally come to an end.

Soon, a piece of official document was sent out and arrived in a castle that was used as the Marquis's residence.

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A few days later, in Thorn Fort.

The Priest Solo, dressed in black and full of dark negative death energy, Moses in the gray robe, and other people with dark fangs gathered together.

The documents to recognize Black Leighton as the owner of New Thorn Castle and to inherit the title of earl have come down. Once this document comes out, no one can arbitrarily deprive Black of his title.

Therefore, he is already a certain Lord Earl, the supreme ruler of Thornland. Even if the Duke of Lytton came in person, he could not interfere in the affairs of his territory at will.

"Master Black." Moses smiled at Black, "No, no, no, it should be called Earl Black now, honorable Lord Earl, please take the seat of honor."

Against the background of a luxurious aristocratic uniform, Blake's temperament is more noble than that of a prince. This is his face, but it is a little pale. He has never wanted the position of an earl, let alone let him be a puppet earl.

But what if he doesn't do it? They have already taken the fatal pill. If they are disobedient, the other party can make him feel miserable at any time, and even his soul will be gradually swallowed up.

"Goodbye, my freedom." Black's legs were trembling, and he sat on the earl's seat in pain, his heart filled with grief, "Goodbye, my art."

From now on, I, Black, will be a complete puppet, and a puppet succumbing to the forces of darkness.

"Jie Jie Jie~" Moses smiled triumphantly, "Your obedience and obedience are the basis of our friendly cooperation. Since our Dark Fangs helped you become the earl who controls the Thorn Territory. According to the friendly agreement between us , I hope you will also help the master behind our dark fangs to spread faith in the Thorn Territory. Come, come, please sign your name on this document and stamp it with the seal of the owner of Thorn Castle."

That arrogant and domineering appearance really resembles those eunuchs who once gained power in ancient times on the earth.

This old thing Moses is really an old villain through and through.

Behind Moses, the priest Russell, who had always been gloomy and gloomy, remained calm. It seemed that he came here purely for the purpose of township.

"You..." Black's face was livid, and he said through gritted teeth, "You are a cult, and you plan to turn Thornland into the headquarters of a dark cult?"

"Hahaha, don't speak so harshly, Master Black." Gray-robed Moses kept laughing, "It's us, together, who want to shine the glory of the lord on the thorn collar." As he spoke, he looked around arrogantly, "I don't know Who wants to object?"

Some senior officials of the Thorn Collar lowered their heads one after another. They have already experienced the power of this dark cult. Especially the officiant Russell, who is an extremely powerful saint-level powerhouse, even the most powerful sub-sage is vulnerable.

"Haha, the nobles are indeed a bunch of cowards." Gray-robed Moses laughed arrogantly, "Since there is no objection, Lord Black should obediently stamp his seal."

"etc."

At this moment, Wu Hui, who had always been low-key, walked out casually, yawned and said, "I object."

All eyes in the audience were fixed on him. Where did this guy come from? It seemed like I had no impression of it before.

Only Liliana, who was standing behind Wu Hui, had a gleam in her eyes and a smile on the corner of her mouth. This guy can really bear it, and only at this time does he start to exert his strength.

"You object?" Moses grinned strangely, "Just because you, a good-for-nothing young master who doesn't even have level 1, have any right to object?"

"Sister Nana, come out." Wu Hui grabbed Liliana's arm and pushed her to the front row, "My sister Nana is here, who dares to be presumptuous?"

"Huh?" Liliana looked astonished, how shameless is this guy?

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