Quadruple split

Game time PM21:14

In the holy mountain Sumir, above the peak where the Whispering City is located

Accompanied by a flash of black flame, Tom Lestrange quietly emerged from the sky. He looked down at the mediocre short peak below him with an indifferent expression, and the beautiful eye on the left Suddenly it twisted into cat-like slender red vertical pupils, and fine bloodshot eyes appeared in the whites.

The next second, the chains that were perfectly hidden in the shallow space and intertwined with countless 'murmurs' appeared in his field of vision. The two strings of characters closest to him flashed quickly, with a gloomy green light that seemed to have substance. Almost touching the soles of Tom's shoes.

"Is it false to say that there is a great magic formation?"

Tom frowned, and the left pupil returned to normal in an instant. The wand that never left his body was perpendicular to its index finger, and wisps of green electric flowers flashed at the end, seeming to express his dissatisfaction to the owner.

This ‘weapon’, which was about twenty-five centimeters long and dark red in color, seemed to feel offended.

However, Tom did not pay attention to this detail. Compared with his ancestors who were silent about this 'weapon', this young man standing quietly in the north wind never had the slightest awe for it. After all, in his eyes Here, a weapon is a weapon, regardless of rank or rank, only strength.

Talents need to be distinguished from high to low.

From the day he was sensible, Tom Lestrange knew that he was destined to be the best among men, the best among men.

In this case, there is no reason why he cannot control even one weapon.

"open."

Tom tightened his grip on the wand in his hand, drew the outline of a keyhole in mid-air, and lightly moved towards the invisible formation beneath him.

Buzz--

Accompanied by a subtle buzzing sound, although this large-scale magical array still maintains its integrity, it has quietly opened a back door to the existence of 'Tom Lestrange'. In other words, From this moment on, the so-called [Whispering Great Divine Magic Formation] was useless to Tom.

It is true that even the ordinary legendary powerhouses can stop the formation that has accumulated the strength of the entire Yaoyu City for several months to operate for just a moment, and Tom's strength is still far behind the legendary level, so it should be difficult to do so. The only way to break through this magical array filled with the power of the evil god is to break through it.

However, the black magic he has practiced since he was a child has never been very reasonable. In addition, because he can be regarded as a Whispering Cult, Tom has been quite successful in analyzing this magical array, so that he can easily open a magic circle on it. hole out.

However, the hole was opened, but he had no intention of going to the city to report the news immediately. Instead, he pointed his wand at himself slowly, and in some way that was difficult for ordinary people to understand, he concealed his figure and crossed the short peak. It flew directly over the battlefield in front of the Whispering City.

"It's so embarrassing~"

Just casually glancing down, Tom couldn't help but sneered, smacked his lips and sighed: "Is this place a battlefield or a slaughterhouse?"

There is one thing to say. Although Tom's complaints are a bit exaggerated, they are by no means groundless. After all, among the nearly a thousand corpses, at least 80% are Whisper believers belonging to the Northeastern Diocese, although the vast majority are worthless, middle and low-level believers. However, considering that the combat power used by the enemy was not much stronger, and the number of casualties in the battle was at most less than one-fifth of those in Rumbling City, this scene was actually quite shocking.

Even Tom had to admit that he was taken aback.

"Even if I am a layman in war, it is not difficult to guess."

The young man gently smoothed his blond hair that was somewhat scattered by the wind, and said with his hands behind his back: "If this continues, let alone winning, these losers may not even be able to persist until Lucius brings someone here. It can be done.”

He moved his eyes carelessly, and after half a minute, he locked his eyes on a high earth element platform not far away that was obviously temporarily summoned, and narrowed his eyes slightly.

An old orc who might pose a slight threat to him was standing there, followed by two young men, a man and a woman. The man seemed to be a priest, and his strength was obviously trash at the level of a fish, while the woman was wearing A set of gorgeous and self-cultivation knight armor. He looks pretty and is stronger than the man. However, he is only at an ordinary high-level level. Even if he can use some magic, he will never be able to resist his own two moves.

[Is that old man the commander?]

Tom licked the corner of his mouth, a bloodthirsty red light flashed in his eyes, and murmured in a low voice: "How about doing a little favor and giving a favor to the archbishop who was beaten to the point of cowering in the city? In that case, probably It will also be of great benefit to Lucius."

He seemed to be pondering, and the slender wand was spinning rapidly between his fingers.

Two seconds later——

"Hey, it's none of my business."

Tom shook his head. After all, he didn't make a move. Instead, he spun around in the air and disappeared in place with a tearing sound.

And in the next second, he appeared in front of the entrance to the core area of ​​Rumbling City, which was buried deep underground.

"who!"

The two guards, both of whom were high-level knights, nervously pulled out their weapons and shouted at the young man who suddenly appeared in front of them. The two knights, who vaguely knew what happened on the ground, were already nervous. When Tom, a young man they had never seen before, appeared in such a sensitive area, they were naturally very nervous.

Tom, who was only a little over 1.6 meters tall, frowned, looked up at the two guardian knights who were at least two heads taller than him, and said calmly: "Take me to see Archbishop Eden."

"What did you say?!"

One of the guardian knights stared at Tom coldly and shouted sharply: "Who are you?"

"none of your business."

Tom answered very briskly.

One thing to say, this attitude, no matter which world view it is placed on, is very unemotional and very unpleasant.

In addition, this is also the general base of the Northeast Diocese, so the Guardian Knight is naturally confident.

So the two of them didn't waste any time, they just picked up the [Holy Sword of Silence] in their hands and struck at Tom in a uniform movement.

The knight on the left chopped off his right arm, and the knight on the right chopped off his left arm. The coordination was extremely tacit, and they both recited a divine word in their hearts before drawing out their swords, and used the silent BB to give themselves a blessing.

You must know that the Guardian Knights of Whispering City are not the gang of fishes under Grihuan before, but the core armed forces of the Northeast Diocese that even Lucius can't get his hands on. Although the establishment is not large, in terms of combat effectiveness, it is even better than The regular knights under the Dawn and Sun Sect are stronger, and their equipment is also blessed with a lot of divine magic. Although they only have high-level strength, they can still fight even if they encounter epic-level powerhouses!

but

"Bound in blood armor."

Tom waved his wand lazily and muttered listlessly.

The next moment, two puffs of blood spurted out from the air above his shoulders, dyeing the gray-white square bricks under the three people's feet a bright red, followed by two shrill howls, not far away. The high-ranking cultists who were running by in a hurry on missions couldn't help but glance here.

You won’t know if you don’t look at it, but you will be shocked when you look at it.

However, the two guardian knights took a few steps back with pale faces. A large amount of blood continued to overflow from the gaps in their shoulder armors. The weapons in their hands fell to the ground at the same time, and they lost their combat effectiveness in an instant.

"The skills are good. If you stop slower, I'm afraid you won't have any 'hands' to stop in the future."

Tom commented leisurely, and then flicked his wand, using some unknown power to heal the bone-deep wounds in the armor of the two knights in front of him. He glanced at the blood on the ground with disgust, He murmured: "The blood will turn into blood without a trace."

Then the ground became clean inexplicably.

A lot of redundant details, but Tom loved it.

"I am the aide-de-camp of High Bishop Lucius Lestrange, and I have been ordered to come to Archbishop Eden to report the situation."

The magic wand in Tom's hand bloomed with a silver light. Although it was subtle, it was captivating: "Please lead the way."

"good."

The two knights showed kind smiles, one gave way, the other led the way, and took Tom in very naturally.

They should.

They must do this.

"Thank you very much."

Tom, who had done unnecessary things, smiled, and then followed the two of them into the core area hidden deep underground in the Whispering City.

Although he knew very well that even if he didn't use [Soul Capturing], as long as he said what he just said, he could quickly see Archbishop Eden, he still did something unnecessary.

Because he likes this kind of privilege based on power, the privilege that allows him to do whatever he wants.

Although he occasionally felt a little bored, he still enjoyed it.

After all, Tom Lestrange has never had a so-called goal in life, and even the pursuit of power has its own meaning.

Otherwise, if he really wanted to know the whereabouts of something, he could just use the same method to [Charm Soul] on Lucius. Why would he join the Whispering Sect, which he didn't like?

Tom is such a boring person who likes to do unnecessary things.

fifteen minutes later

"These are the things Lord Lucius asked me to convey to you for your convenience, Your Excellency the Archbishop."

Tom sat on the chair carelessly, nodded perfunctorily to the old man in front of him, and saluted.

"Well, thank you for your hard work, this... uh..."

Eden, who was in a very heavy mood, was speechless for a moment, because it was only then that he suddenly remembered that the young man in front of him with a somewhat arrogant attitude seemed to have not reported his name.

Immediately afterwards, a high-ranking priest next to him who was good at flattering horses immediately stepped forward and whispered in Eden's ear: "Sir, I remember that this is Lucius's only son, named Tom Lay."

Buzz——

A dazzling green light flashed, and under the gaze of more than ten pairs of eyes, the high-ranking bishop fell straight down, and before his round face even had time to show pain, he hit the ground. No more interest.

he died.

A clean death.

His death was inexplicable and unclear.

But the murderer was still sitting calmly on the chair, with the wooden staff in his hand pointed steadily at the place where the round-faced officiant stood before he fell, which was less than half a meter next to Archbishop Eden, and said with a smile. : "My lords, just call me Lestrange."

"Did you kill him?"

An old lady whose face was as pale as a blood seeker stared at Tom like a vulture and asked sharply: "You killed a high-ranking priest in front of the statue of my Lord in full view of the public? !”

Tom nodded: "It seems so."

"How dare you"

The old lady's scream suddenly stopped, because she was horrified to find that the wand in the young man's hand had been pointed at her at some point.

Others did not speak either, and the atmosphere in the prayer room suddenly became extremely awkward and dull.

After a while, Archbishop Eden, who had the highest status here, broke the silence.

"You are powerful, young man, and not much like your father."

The old man looked at Tom calmly, with kind eyes.

"I guess so, I'm glad you said that."

Tom raised his eyebrows and sat up slightly to show respect.

"Why did you kill Mr. Beagle?"

"Because I don't really like being called by my first name."

"Then what?"

"Isn't this reason enough?"

"Is it."

Archbishop Eden took a deep breath, raised his hand and waved away the surrounding senior officials of the Northeast Diocese who were sweating coldly. After a while, he smiled and said: "You are really powerful."

"so what?"

Tom blinked.

"So this reason that wasn't very good in the first place suddenly became sufficient."

Eden shrugged, then pointed to the corpse at his feet and whispered something, and the latter quickly turned into a puff of dust and disappeared.

Tom narrowed his eyes. He felt that the archbishop in front of him didn't mention using soldiers to fight, but at least his evil magic skills were much better than his father's.

But being stronger than Lucius is nothing to be surprised about.

"Lestrange."

Eden was very cooperative and did not say Tom's name. He smiled and said, "You seemed to have something to say just now."

"Yes, some things that are not convenient to say in front of others."

Tom nodded slightly, and then asked casually: "Can this side of Rumbling City beat those people outside?"

Eden was silent for a long time, then shook his head silently: "It's difficult."

"Even if this is our Lord's territory?"

"Mr. Lestrange!"

"Oh, I was abrupt. All in all, the current situation in Yaowu City is not good, right?"

"That's right."

"I guess so."

Tom shrugged, then raised his wand and 'squirted' a string of words in mid-air, imprinting it on a piece of parchment on the table behind Eden. Then he flicked the wand again, and the piece of paper It was engulfed in black flames.

"This is."

"Lucius will soon lead all the troops from the south to Whispering City."

"Approximately how long will it take?"

"I don't know, but if we can't hold on here before he arrives, I will try my best to rescue you."

"Maybe Lestrange, you can try to get rid of the other party's commander, that way."

"Please allow me to refuse."

"Why?"

"I am very lazy."

"Mr. Lestrange, you must know that my lord is"

"And my faith isn't strong enough."

"."

Chapter 801: End