Quadruple split

"My... bones?"

Delphi Lestrange's turbid dark green pupils blinked again and again, pointing to the tip of her nose and confirming again: "His Royal Highness, do you mean that you need my bones?"

Lamorlock nodded briskly and said with a smile: "Yes, madam, for some trivial matters, I need your bones and two other materials that are not equivalent and far less precious."

"No problem, my lord, Delphi will certainly be happy to serve you."

The nervous woman grinned, then casually took out a dagger engraved with several delicate snakes from the storage necklace around her waist. She cut off the little finger of her left hand with a happy expression, and then muttered something in a low voice. The severed finger started burning out of thin air.

When Delphi calmly put away the dagger and caught the finger again, all the flesh and blood on it had disappeared.

A pale and warm finger bone appeared and was handed to Lamorlock by its former owner with a smile.

"I'm sorry, ma'am."

Lamorlock glanced at the finger bone that was handed over like a treasure, and did not reach out to take it. Instead, he narrowed his eyes slightly, shook his head and said: "This kind of 'bone' is not what I want."

Delphi was stunned for a moment, and then threw away the finger bones that were part of his body half a minute ago as if he were throwing away garbage. He didn't care about his bleeding wound, but looked a little tangled and frowned: "It turns out it's not like this. ?"

Lamorlock nodded.

"Well, let me think about it, if it is used as a spell-casting material or a ritual medium, wouldn't it be better to use the ulna or the hip bone? Well, it's not impossible, but it still feels a bit inconvenient, ha, although It doesn’t matter, then…”

She took out the dagger again, pointed it steadily at her left arm, and swung it hard——

The sharp blade cut through the sleeve, but stopped at the moment it was about to break through the skin.

"No, His Royal Highness the Holy Son mentioned two other materials just now... so including my bones, there should be three... three... three..."

Delphi's cloudy pupils trembled crazily in their eye sockets, and the originally pale complexion suddenly became even paler. The whole person shivered like a spasm for a few seconds, and then silently lowered the dagger. That picture was obviously very eye-catching, and most of them The face that was extremely distorted by time slowly turned towards Lamorlock, and the muscles on it were twitching continuously, looking very scary.

Not only did the latter show no fear, she even smiled happily: "It seems you have already thought of it, Ms. Delphi."

"Aha... I thought of it, I thought of it, of course I thought of it, how could I not think of it!"

Delphi took a deep breath, and for the first time showed an expression that was very close to calm. He looked steadily at Lamorlock, who was standing in front of him with his hands behind his back, and said softly: "The blood of the enemy, the flesh of the servant... The bones of relatives... This is a black magic ritual passed down from generation to generation in the Lestrange family. Of course I remember it, how could I not remember it."

Lamorlock nodded slightly and asked softly: "So, what is your answer?"

"If the target is that useless Lucius, even if it is your order from His Highness the Holy Son, I will not be able to obey it."

Delphi subconsciously raised her slender and sharp eyebrows when she mentioned the word 'Lucius', and glanced down at the little finger on her left hand that had just finished growing and exuded a silvery white light. , chuckled and said: "And according to what I feel, although the divine grace in you, Your Highness, the Holy Son, is... it should not have broken through to the epic level yet, right?"

Lamorlock shrugged, spread his hands and said: "Not only am I not at the epic level, even if I borrow my lord's power with all my strength, I only have the strength equivalent to the high-level peak, and I still have no actual combat experience. It is really difficult. Be dignified."

Delphi smiled, and a gleam of clarity flashed across his cloudy eyes: "Then, please explain."

"Delphi Lestrange is an extremely loyal believer, the pride of our Lord and a role model for us."

Lamorlock cast a soft gaze on the woman in front of him and said softly: "Although we are in different parishes, as the person closest to our Lord, I am still willing to pay you the highest respect, which is hidden in your heart. Deep down, beyond our reach, loyalty is my Lord’s treasure.”

Delphi smiled shyly, and two strange and dazzling flushes appeared on her pale cheeks.

"But, Ms. Delphi..."

Lamorlock walked slowly to the other party, and whispered softly in the ear of the woman who was smiling foolishly, "I have to say, except for piety, you are absolutely useless."

Delphi's pupils suddenly shrank, and the smile on her face froze as if it was petrified.

"Yeah, it's useless and pointless."

Lamorlock did not give the other party a chance to speak. He just said in his soft and increasingly cold voice: "Not only that, your existence has always been very disturbing. I don't know if it is because of inevitable innate factors or some other factors." What is the reason, but your impermanence, your violence, your loss of control, your... everything is incompatible with the surrounding environment. You are an alien, Delphi, no one will get close to you, no one will trust you, And your only reliance is our supreme Lord, ha..."

Gently hugging the stiff Delphi, the man let out a vicious sneer.

Delphi turned her head with difficulty, put her cold cheek on the other person's shoulder, and said dryly: "My Lord, He..."

"He's tired of you."

Lamorlock's voice was cold and decisive. His slender fingers traced Delphi's cheek. The pupil behind the lens shrank excitedly and murmured: "Because you are a burden, a trouble, and a sad burden. And you are so loyal, Delphi, you are very loyal, and this loyalty is the core reason why you can successfully survive under the protection of my Lord until now, and can create disasters for the sect unscrupulously."

"My...loyalty..."

"Yes, after all, no matter what kind of evil consequences you have caused, no matter how clumsy your hopeless mind is, you are still fighting for our Lord from the bottom of your heart, so you will only get praise, and those who work conscientiously and wholeheartedly Is it really reasonable that our compatriots who are running for the glory of our Lord and truly doing the 'right thing' will be punished for some reasonable failures?"

"I...but...Your Highness Lamorlock, I just..."

"You are just using this loyalty to blackmail my Lord, and then implement the fanaticism that is not loved by anyone and cannot please anyone. Delphi, the world calls us cultists. From a certain perspective, It may be reasonable to say, but you are different. Even among us 'cultists', you are just a simple burden."

"burden……"

Delphi's breathing became more rapid, and she almost collapsed on Lamorlock.

While the latter gently supported her, he nodded and said: "Yes, you are a burden, a burden that no one needs. You are irreplaceable because you have no achievements or talents that can be replaced. Look at me, dear Delphi, even Lucius, whom you despise, is far more loved by our Lord than you. Even any low-level priest who is not popular has done far more for Whisper than you. It’s never a secret to want more.”

Delphi's eyes gradually became bloodshot, and veins protruded from his forehead and the back of his hands. The slender and powerful left hand that grabbed Lamorlock's arm forcefully took away nearly 20% of the latter's health: "You... "

"Whether I'm talking nonsense, you know better than anyone."

Lamorlock did not struggle, but looked indifferently at the rapidly declining health in his panel, and chuckled: "Look, you are trying to kill His favored one, Delphi, and the most embarrassing thing is that What is sad is that even at this time, your loyalty to Him has not wavered in the slightest."

The next second, the huge grip on Lamorlock's arm disappeared.

"It's not that He hasn't given you a chance, Delphi. In fact, He has even given you more oracles than He has given me, the favored one of God."

Lamorlock stroked the woman's messy and dull hair, and continued: "But you can't hear it anymore, can't you? It's been a long time, and your mind is filled with imaginary whispers, and you regard His true will as Heng Heng, you have been completely immersed in this belief and there is no way to save you. Not even the object of your belief can save you."

"The real oracle...I...can't hear it?"

Delphi, who almost completely gave his body weight to Lamoroch, was in a daze, and his eyes gradually lost focus.

"He is so merciful."

Lamorlock sighed and said helplessly: "If it were me, I would have tried to kill you since the first time you ignored the oracle. Believe me, this is not difficult. .”

Delphi subconsciously hugged the 'reliance' in front of her and murmured in horror: "Then why am I still alive, why am I still alive...why is he..."

"He is merciful, I just said that."

Lamorlock shrugged and sneered: "In His view, a worthless death is undoubtedly a blasphemy to the loyalty in your heart, and... you are not qualified to let Him worry too much. "

Delphi Lestrange was stunned.

"And I, as His spokesperson in the world, am happy to help Him solve this little trouble at just the right time, and..."

Lamorlock suddenly pushed away Delphi, who had almost been driven out of his mind. He had a very high probability of killing him with just a move of his hands. He smiled and said: "I can let you...the loyal nightmare priest Delphi Lestland." Qi got a glorious curtain call."

"glory……?"

The steps staggered, and the lost Delphi suddenly raised his head.

"certainly."

Lamorlock clapped his hands, opened his arms and smiled: "That is an irreplaceable achievement and contribution that can please my Lord. It is the highest honor that countless believers can only dream of. You, Delphi Lestrange, It will become the cornerstone of Tom Lestrange's resurrection, and that talented young man will be transformed into the sharp blade of our Lord, and will achieve countless merits and achievements in the near future, and those great achievements will be branded with your name."

"Little Tom?"

Delphi suddenly grinned and let out a series of hearty laughs: "Great! Great! I really saw him right, I knew it! I knew that little Tom's strength was born to give. For my lord! He really didn’t let me..."

"He has voluntarily betrayed our Lord's favor, Lady Delphi."

Lamorlock interrupted the other party with a cold tone and said calmly: "Of course Tom will not let you down, but your irresponsible behavior has cut off all possibilities between Tom and my lord. ."

Delphi let out a mournful scream, gritted her teeth with red eyes, "He...he apostatized!? How dare he! How dare he!?"

"Of course he dares, but you, the introducer, don't know anything about it, so it's really hard for us to blame dear Tom. After all, he just followed his own heart, but you, who misjudged the person, It’s hard to escape the blame.”

Lamorlock pushed up his glasses, leaned over and smiled at Delphi, who seemed to have been drained of all his strength and collapsed on the ground: "And fortunately, I will give you a chance to make up for your mistakes, and use your only worthy Proud 'loyalty'."

"..."

"Listen up, Delphi, that twisted loyalty that has been immersed in your soul will definitely be integrated into your bones, and I will use it as material to help little Tom, who is almost dead, regain his life, and after that……"

Lamorlock patted the other party's shoulder and did not continue talking.

"Whether Tom is willing or not, he will definitely reconnect with my Lord again, at least... at least a third of it!"

Delphi's eyes became brighter and brighter, and his expression became more and more excited: "Yes, the bones of relatives mean the reconstruction of bloodline and inheritance, and what I inherit will of course only be the supreme love for the master. In this way, whether Tom is willing or not, he will have no other place to stay after his resurrection! He will be loyal to his master, he must be loyal to his master! Right! Your Highness the Son? Tom will do this Yes, right?"

"Whether he can do that depends on himself...and maybe on me."

Lamorlock smiled and said lightly: "But whether he can get this opportunity depends on you, Ms. Delphi. I must tell you that it is not my Lord's wish for you to give your life, but it is me, God. Lamoroch the Beloved has made his own decision, and you have the right to refuse."

Delphi's eyes widened: "The right to refuse?!"

"Of course, you have the right to refuse."

Lamorlock smiled and laughed harmlessly: "In fact, as far as I am concerned, it is a good thing that a beautiful and interesting person like you can live for a long time, so the right to choose exist……"

He couldn't continue because just a second ago——

Delphi Lestrange, who had a bright smile on her face, had stopped breathing.

Chapter 1,180: End