The Black Scepter

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The Meeks family is obviously one of the unlucky ghosts persecuted by the sacred Gabriel empire. Seven years ago, the only remaining marquis patriarch was captured by the heretical ruling and executed. Now it is dragged to the sad end of the arena profit.

There are too many doorways. The intuitive benefits of an earl vampire through the arena may be enough to build half a church, which is obviously more cost-effective than direct execution. Who would drag them to the sun casually?

"How many members are there in the Meeks family now?"

Murphy ignored the other person's inability to see the true and false words of gratitude, but just asked indifferently.

"Just because you let the three of us die and want to control the entire Meeks family?" The Earl who was "rescued" by Murphy changed his face suddenly, "I will promise you a request, this is The promise of a blood race is superfluous. I don’t think it will bring you any benefits. It will only attract the attention of the referee and the endless pursuit."

"I need a scout in the night, a scout to gather intelligence." Murphy ignored the earl's words and said to him as if he said to himself, "If the Meeks family can do their best, I will naturally It’s not wrong. Money is not the main thing. It’s possible to raise your status in the underground order. Maybe this is what you really desire?"

"Draw a huge pie and wait for me to get hooked. To be honest, it is a little pediatric for an ancient blood family."

This dirty but still noble-like guy smiled, "I haven't counted the similar tricks I've seen in the life of more than 800 years of Connor Meeks, human. The conspiracy is always inflammatory, and it often makes people forget the cruelty of reality, but this kind of **** does not have much effect on old antiques like me."

The Earl standing in front of Murphy had a pale complexion, although his strength was not bad, he was not top, and the advancement of Changsheng was very difficult. Conner Micks took eight hundred years to get to this step, and the same The shortest level of strength for ordinary humans may only take a few decades-the fairness of the creator is fully reflected here, and the almost infinite life brings harsh and extreme advanced difficulty, and in the long course of time, any A small mistake can lead to abandonment

Murphys remained silent for a while, and then gently took out the scepter that had been carrying on his back. His eyes flickered. It seemed that he finally made a decision. He gently removed the layer of burlap that had been wrapped around, revealing the light reflection Scepter of moonlight.

"So... will it make you do it?"

The tone is cold, but with unquestionable pressure.

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The Holy Gabriel Empire, Vatican.

As a religious and even political center, the Vatican, as the undoubted apex of the entire sacred Gabriel, has spent a few days in a condensed atmosphere.

Dark Queen Ashkandi reappeared on the mainland, causing panic-like panic in the Holy See. Even more terrifying is that the key to this operation-the scepter of Sulfuras... mysteriously disappeared afterwards.

The scepters held by the monarchs of the Fordine Empire or the Gilman Empire have a greater decorative effect than the actual meaning, but the Saffron Scepter is a real item in the "Old Testament" and "Dead Sea Instruments", which was once used by the blood The ancestor of Cain used and endowed it with great power. It is even said that the creator of this scepter is Cain himself-too much exaggeration usually in order to cover up the unspeakable truth. Forget.

It belongs to the dark, and any clergyman is prohibited by the Holy See from using or approaching this scepter, because although it is powerful, all people who touch or approach it will cause the cleric's "spirit" and "faith" to be irreparable. The damage, that is to say, even if the strength is as strong as the cardinal, the use of this scepter will lead to a substantial decline in strength or even worse than ordinary people!

More importantly, this scepter, like the Pandora's Box, represents an endless disaster.

"Its existence is the temptation of the devil in the world."

This is a fact recognized by His Majesty the Pope of "Never Fallacy", but in order to prevent Ashcandy, who has destroyed the Holy See by nearly 10%, the scepter was still dispatched to the city of Hera. Cardinals with a strength of more than level I personally sat down and intercepted the crazy woman who had almost taken down half of the Holy See.

It was just that the Vatican Holy See did not expect Ashcandy to be so powerful that he survived after the death of the three bishops, nor did he expect that the scepter of Sulfuras would be lost inexplicably.

And at the edge of St. Peter’s Grand Place outside the Vatican’s Pope’s Hall, the building that made all the Empire’s heretics fear and tremble has a tall and dark dark Gothic style-heretic tribunal. How many dark species and humans with "heretic" hats.

It is the shadow in the light, the **** on earth.

Located deep in the 375 meters underground of the heresy, the prison holding Ashcandi has no ordinary conceptual metal cages or guards-there are four complicated and desperate magics on the pure black ground The floating shackles imprisoned Ashkandi’s limbs under the control of mysterious power, and her neck was buckled with a metal ring made of Western titanium, which had countless fine teeth inside. Ashcandi's original thin and white neck was bitten tightly.

The small size of the west-west titanium is terrifying, and Ashcandi's neck bears a load of hundreds of kilograms, which forced her to lower her head when she was pulled up by her limbs to the side.

There are only a few pieces of burnt cloth on her body, and her skin still has scars. This can already be called a serious injury for a horrifying existence standing on top of a dark species, and her abdomen is almost completely penetrated by the ruling. After arriving here, he restored the most basic physical functions with a small cup of blood, but then suffered torture and persecution unimaginable by ordinary people-only one purpose: to inquire about the whereabouts of Sulfuras' scepter.

In fact, the Tribunal absolutely hoped that this woman would be immediately crushed, but His Majesty the Pope issued a death order-the scepter could not be found, or the heretical ruling house would be buried for it!

So this fateful woman, after being imprisoned for more than three hundred years, once again broke into a hell-like death cell, facing almost endless torture and torture almost every other day-the heretical verdict is not new The way of interrogation is that this seems to be not enough for Ashcandi, who is tough and mentally sturdy. There are really no examples in history to deal with this kind of "Ω" class strong men whose physical and spiritual are terrifying.

The ruling did not allow her to die, and would never make her comfortable, but at this moment Ashkandi, who was quietly with her head down, seemed to feel something suddenly, and then slowly raised her head.

The blood stained her half of her cheek, but it made the red pupils more enchanted. The bat wings behind had been broken and there was no sign of recovery, but Ashcandi suddenly showed a strange smile.

The trace of the contract on his arm was shining, illuminating the empty and silent dungeon.

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At this moment.

Murphy, who was in the city of Hera, three hundred kilometers away, turned his head slightly, squinting at the ghostly woman in front of him, and his surprised expression flashed away.

In the first second, he only did half of the action of pulling the sword, but the butterfly blade in the opponent's hand was already attached to his neck.

Even Sphynx, who was dozing, did not find out when the other party appeared. When it reacted, the bell tied with a leash around his neck had been cut off by a sharp dart and fell to the ground.

And just two minutes ago, the existence of the Sulfuras Scepter made Connor Meeks, one of the only members of the Meeks family, announce unilateral allegiance, and still the loyalty of the whole family-there is no one The paper contract, a drop of blood, a promise, is far more powerful than any word in the ancient blood.

But after the three blood races left the forest to return to the Meeks family station to announce the decision, Murphy, who turned his head and did not take a few steps, suffered the silent assassination.

Murphy remembered this face, so he wondered why a lady watching the game in the Tekken Arena would stare at herself with a terrifying hand?

The judge? Or the enemy of Windsor who recognized his true identity?

For a few seconds, Murphy couldn’t judge the other party’s true identity~www.wuxiaspot.com~ because she was still the lukewarm expression, her arms were motionless, and there was no identity sign on her body, black. Clothed, purple eyes sparkle in the dark.

"Cooperating with the blood is not a normal choice."

Irindal finally spoke, but the tone was cold, and the atmosphere was still drawn.

"If there is a better choice, I will also choose, but now I'm just a poor man with nothing." Murphy smiled and laughed at himself. "I'm not very used to the feelings of upstarts. I should say my pocket. There are still some gold coins, how much do you need?"

This is of course a joke. Is it possible for a guy whose Murphy and Sphinx can't fight back to be short of money? This is just a small temptation, Murphy needs to understand the other party's intentions.

"I just want to understand one thing," Ilindal's gaze shifted to the sack wrapped in burlap behind Murphys, "why can items that command higher-level dark creatures appear in your hand."

"do not know."

Murphy simply refused to answer her question.

Eindal’s purple eyes flickered slightly, his arms slowly dropped, and Sphinx jumped onto Murphy’s shoulder with a bell, and stared at the woman in front of him with almost the same gesture as Murphy. ——Of course, now Murphy can be sure that the other party is not a simple lady. At least her skill has proved that she is at least a class II assassin. This is not the same order as eating at the mercenary union or the thieves group. -The high-level leader of the "Eagle Eye" of the Duke of Azshara is basically this level.