Lord of Glory

Modo exclaimed attracted the attention of everyone around him. \u0026\u0026 I saw Modo looking at Abelly and saying with disgust: "A bastard. How could such a bastard come out! This is simply a shame for me, the Blue people!" "What's going on?"

Rodrian asked with a frown and some displeasure. Modo looked at Abel, who was happily eating flesh and blood, with an expression of disgust and said: "Strictly speaking, this monster is a member of my race. It's just that this is a hybrid born from the union of my race and a beast." "What? ?" Everyone immediately exclaimed in low voices. Sisak, who was next to him, immediately joked: "No wonder I think you look a lot like him."

Modo, who turned around and glared at Sisak, frowned and said: "Poor guy, only the most basic intelligence is left. But it can be seen that the Bulu man who sat down and did such dirty things should have a relatively similar bloodline. Noble. A bastard can grow to more than three meters tall. He must be a direct descendant of my royal family... Humph! It’s that guy who carries the iron rule and does such dirty things!"

The crowd, who were no longer in the mood to listen to Modo's self-explosion of family scandals, were about to disperse again and do their own thing. The tower in the distance suddenly rang a bell! Everyone was stunned for a moment and looked at each other. Decisively put down what you are doing. They walked collectively towards the tower. Rodrian frowned and immediately waved his hand and said, "Follow me. The president should ring the bell only if there is something important."

By the time the Night Owls were complete, there were fifty-seven heretics with their own strengths, plus one hundred and sixty murderers and desperadoes. When the open space in front of the tower was packed. A sound coming from the mage tower in the center of the lake immediately shocked everyone!

Just listen to the familiar male-female voice echoing in the hearts of everyone: "Ulysses the undead master. Ivan the blood mage. Tear apart the tyrant Modo, the demon priest Dolimi, the dark magician Sisak , Black Voodoo Master, Black Knight Vader, Demon Swordsman Clark, Death Shadow Durara, Red Viper Natasha, Staring Eye Neville, Dark Blacksmith Turfu. Legendary update of Dark Alchemist Versailles.

In the name of thirteen people, in the name of Sam Redo, the president of the Night Owls, I designate you as the Thirteen Night Watchmen. Used to command and divide all future dark wizards and believers. From now on, when the elders and I are away, the thirteen of you will be the core. Handle matters with Rodrian as notary. "

"Ah!" As soon as the words fell, everyone present immediately shouted in shock! None of the people present were stupid. This was clearly the president delegating power to these thirteen people. Judging from the habit of the president and the six elders staying at home, the future Night Owl Association will be powerful and the real people in charge. These are the thirteen leaders assigned!

However, although Rodrian on the side was surprised, he didn't feel much. He is very aware of his position, that is, the steward who governs and delivers messages on behalf of that powerful being. As long as that exists, he will not be afraid of these thirteen people no matter how powerful they are. On the contrary, you can leave many things to them and have fun.

Compared to Rodrian's optimism, the thirteen named people looked shocked! Ulysses turned to look at the other twelve people named. Everyone knows it. The order of this name is also a ranking. Ranked first, he is the only elder whose position is comparable to Rodrian's. But for Ulysses, there was nothing to be happy about. Instead, a heavy feeling of oppression arose spontaneously.

Just when everyone is looking at me and I looking at you. Paladin's voice that could not tell the difference between male and female reappeared: "We have been defeated by the Holy See externally. Thirteen Night Watchmen. You are the sharp swords of my Night Owl Society. Go, create a disaster, and bring suffering and despair to this land. Let Look at the entire Orosun continent, the strength and determination of our Night Owl Society."

As soon as the words fell, everyone immediately felt their blood surge! They want to create a disaster, a disaster that will slap the Holy See hard! That's right. The resentment that had been accumulated for too long was finally released. Whether it was the taciturn Vida, the optimistic Sisak, or the wily Ulysses, there was nothing but excitement in their eyes at this moment. There is also a touch of cruelty! The night owl guarding the dead branches finally spreads its wings, and the mouse, unaware of the danger, can only be reduced to a sacrifice! They made a decision secretly. We must give the entire continent a huge surprise!

And Paladin, who is very clear about the thoughts of those humans, is stretching his arms with a numb face at this moment, muttering to himself with a slightly expectant tone: "In this way, the guardian of order in the legend. You should come to find him." I am dead. The memories of those kings are clear, warriors of the Apocalypse! I want to see to what extent your strength can resist me!"

As Paladin looked like this, he thought of those powerful beings who had lived in seclusion for thousands of years, wearing black robes, holding ordinary swords, and possessing extremely powerful and terrifying strength. That's right, the reason why Paladin really didn't dare to let go and obtain the Stone of Truth was because of the information about the Apocalypse Warriors extracted from the memory of the throne.

These people have existed for thousands, even tens of thousands of years. Even myths vaguely mention these existences. It is impossible for Paladin, who is not yet powerful, to face these guys directly. He wanted to attract them, see the gap between the two sides, and then make a decision. Because these people are the real powerful people who control the continent!

And just when the Night Owl Society was trying to cause a sensational event in the mainland, Paladin wanted to lure out these existences who claimed to be the warriors of the Apocalypse. Thousands of miles away in the Engelland Empire, beneath the Holy City of Kasiri. Henry and Maurice finally returned to the Inquisition. This is the most sacred place. He rushed straight past the guards guarding the door, and walked straight to the director's office with Morris wearing shabby and blood-stained divine robes.

But I saw that the door was closed. The two people immediately stared at each other. This gate was blessed by high-level alchemical magic. Unless it is destroyed by force, there is no way to get in. But it was impossible for them to violently open the director's door. The two could only look at each other helplessly, and immediately ran to the bench next to them and sat down. He stared at the pure white stone slabs covering the floors and walls in a daze.

In the director's office, there was a guest standing opposite Oxwell at the moment. Wearing a brand new purple divine robe, short black hair, and gold-plated patterns. There is also a delicate scepter in his hand. This young man with an intriguing smile on his face is suddenly the clone Paladin who arrived earlier than Henry!

The dry and cold autumn weather made Oxwell subconsciously tighten his tight clothes. He picked up a cup of good black tea and took a sip. He smiled and said to Paladin: "Dear Archbishop, how about it? This is good black tea. Would you like a cup?"

Paladin, who kept smiling, shook his head slightly, and while squinting at the various papers on the table, he said: "I heard that you summoned me. I just want to know, you are the thirteenth cardinal red archbishop, who also serves as the Inquisition. Why do you have the leisure to meet an ordinary bishop like me?" "Haha, you laughed. Clergy are all equal, how can there be so many differences?"

Oxwell put down the black tea in mandarin. He crossed his hands on his knees and let the cardinal's red coat wrap around his body. He soothed the wrinkles on his face and said with a smile, "I believe you also know that although we unfortunately failed in the battle against the evil Night Owl Society, you have also done a great job for our Holy See. The executive officer provided strong help. And it is precisely in terms of equipment that our tribunal has never had much creativity. Do you understand what I mean? "

Paladin, who understood in his heart, smiled and shook his head, just waiting for Oxwell to turn over his cards. But no matter what, his plan is still going smoothly. To be continued. .