The Master of the Strange Realm

Suddenly, the wind started to blow, and then in the center of the black fog, the dark gold metal plate stopped in the air. As the lines on the surface were all lit up, the metal plate itself seemed to be embedded in the space, making the "space" materialized. It blended into the space little by little, and its own lines were completely integrated into this world.

The result was that the originally complete and thick wall of the material world was forcibly opened by the metal plate. As endless white light appeared from behind the gap, the entrance to the strange world was torn open.

"B-01-1-2578 [Exile Spell Plate]!"

The demigod behind the black fog was surprised:

"How could you carry such a thing with you?"

This was one of the spoils Jenkins obtained after defeating the owner of the Carmel Thrift Store. Jenkins gave all the numbered items he couldn't recognize to Alexia for identification. After identifying the name and effect, he temporarily gave them to Dolores and Julia for use. After all, their levels were indeed a bit low.

Because the entrance to the strange land was opened by force, after it appeared completely, the suction from the inside to the outside directly sucked away most of the black fog on the demigod.

But not only the fog, but also the surrounding air, flying smoke and dust, and even Stuart and his group who were a little further away, were all pulled in by the suction.

The demigod in the tree house retreated again and again. He was unwilling to enter the strange land to gamble his luck. But because Dolores just threw the [Exile Spell Board] in front of him, the strange attraction made him unable to move for a while.

Although the group of people on the other side were a little further away, they were all ordinary people. Under the suction of the entrance to the strange land, they could only barely move their feet and retreat a little bit.

Everyone covered their faces to prevent being injured by the dancing sand and garbage in the air. The airflow around them had completely become a mess, as if a hurricane was raging on this small piece of land, and the terrible whistling sound shook everyone's eardrums.

"Don't even think about leaving!"

The demigod in the tree house saw that the people on the opposite side wanted to leave, so he threw a black chain at them. The chain quickly deviated in direction under the combined effect of the turbulent airflow and the suction of the strange world, and did not touch Dolores and her group, but the demigod's purpose was not to imprison them.

The chain drew a swirling trajectory in the air, and the tail end just happened to touch the pattern of the [Exile Spell Plate] that had not yet dissipated. The strange aura that only Jenkins could see bloomed from the chain, and the tail of the chain hooked up the pattern of the spell plate embedded in the space. As the demigod suddenly raised it upward, he actually hooked those patterns to a higher altitude.

The entrance to the strange world on the ground was immediately closed, but then a new entrance was opened in the space corresponding to the pattern in the sky. During the duration of the [Exile Spell Plate] effect, this entrance will remain open, and the effective time of this metal plate is half an hour.

Because the entrance to the strange land rose high in the sky, although the suction force was still there, causing the air flow and air pressure nearby to be turbulent, it had little effect on the people on the ground. The man in black suit was afraid that Stuart on the opposite side would take out another strange thing. After moving the entrance to the strange land, he directly encouraged all the black fog around him to sweep towards Stuart and others, not giving the people on the opposite side a chance to talk nonsense.

"Here it comes!"

Nolan's Jenkins sat up straight and saw a sky-blue light shooting straight at the Loen Palace from the edge of the chessboard like an arrow.

The light was like a meteorite falling from the sky, and was observed by everyone in Loen at this moment. Blue lines were left in the air, like lines painted by a giant in the air.

In the eyes of Dolores and her group, it was a blue meteorite that broke through the sky and fell from the sky. The tree house demigod in black suit sensed the danger and did not care to continue to manipulate the black fog, but jumped up suddenly and punched the sky.

In the falling blue light, Alexia also pressed the man who had just jumped to the ground with unstoppable force. As the two fell to the ground, the effect of the riot of the spirit and the physical force bombarding the ground caused a small earthquake with a focal depth of 0 in the literal sense on the hill. Even the buildings behind the crowd trembled violently, and cracks visible to the naked eye appeared on the palace wall.

"Teacher!"

Dolores shouted immediately, and her tense face still did not show a smile. Alexia, who appeared from the smoke and dust, smiled and nodded at her, saying the lines she had prepared long ago:

"After one night, I finally flew from Nolan."

Behind her, the black chain was manipulated to pierce the back of Alexia's head like a venomous snake flying on its prey, but after touching the air around Alexia, it was blocked by a regular hexagonal translucent barrier that looked like a crystal.

The black fog rushed in from the depths of the smoke again, but Alexia just pointed, and the spirit in the air was transformed into a strange regular expression as the mathematical principles unfolded, and the black fog was frozen in the air.

"Who are you?"

The demigod who was pressed to the ground by the short lady who fell from the sky just now came out of the deep pit on the ground surrounded by smoke and dust. He also did not seem to be injured by the collision just now, but his trembling right hand behind his back showed that he was not as calm as he appeared.

Chapter 1722 Chapter 1695 Father's Last Lesson

"Is this Dolores's tutor?"

In Nolan's room, the eldest princess pointed out the identity of the woman who "fell from the sky" in surprise:

"Is she also a super? I thought she was just a staff member. Hmm... I remember that you and this lady are also very close, and she is also Dolores' tutor."

She didn't know what she thought of, and looked at Jenkins with a condemning look.

"Oh, yes, she is also a supernatural being."

Jenkins said in a voice that was almost murmuring. He frowned slightly. He thought Alexia would let the Snowman Legion solve the trouble here, but he didn't expect that she would end it herself.

This is different from Jenkins's action. No matter what identity Jenkins is involved in, he is the sage's son after all. Even if others discover the identity of the benefactor, there will be no big problem.

But Alexia is different. She is an unbeliever demigod and has no background of her own. Appearing in public now will definitely cause trouble after this incident.

"But... there doesn't seem to be any trouble. Although she is an unbeliever, Alexia is also in the good camp, and I have my help to guarantee it. Now is the special era at the end of the era, and the church should be happy to have Nolando. A demigod's fighting power... And in this way, Alexia appeared in the light in this way, and from now on there was no need to hide her identity, and she only appeared as Dolores's follower. From now on, she can use her free identity to move around Nolan and be active around me, which directly increases the weight of my identity..."

Thinking about it this way, Alexia's appearance at this time not only has no harm, but also has many benefits. Jenkins admired the short girl in his heart, and even stopped stroking the cat unconsciously.

"Meow~"

Chocolate raised his little paw and scratched Jenkins. Seeing him looking at the chessboard attentively, he was a little unhappy that he had been left out. So she stood up from his lap, and then jumped onto the chessboard, but was hugged by Jenkins before she plunged into the chessboard.

"what are you up to?"

He asked his cat strangely, and Chocolate slapped Jenkins' wrist with his tail, trying to get out of his hand.

Rune, the power of the Snowman Corps suddenly became stronger for some reason after Alexia appeared. The hill where the royal palace was originally only became colder, but now there are snowflakes. The entrance to the treacherous realm above their heads has not yet disappeared, causing snowflakes to fly in all directions above and around everyone's heads like rapidly flying blades.

Everyone raised their hands to cover their faces, but most of the Stuarts recognized the woman who had just appeared as Dolores' tutor and personal adviser.

"Who are you?"

Seeing that Alexia didn't answer, the man in black formal clothes asked again. The black fog and dancing snowflakes around him were mixed together, like multi-headed black and white giant snakes flying around him.

Alexia still didn't answer him, but raised her right hand, palm upward, and the blue cube appeared in her hand. But she did not start [Mathematical Principles] immediately. After all, the "god" that Nolan came to use not long ago had used similar methods. Although Alexia now took the initiative to reveal her identity, she did not want to be related to that god yet.

Instead of starting a fight immediately on the ground in a small space, the two demigods flew into the sky in tacit agreement. Then in the sky where snowflakes were flying, blue and black lights intertwined, and the impact of the spirit triggered strange optical effects. Coupled with the changes in air pressure caused by the entrance to the treacherous realm in the sky, the snow-falling sky became even more bizarre.

"She is actually a demigod?"

The eldest prince still has some knowledge, at least he got the truth through guessing. Then he looked at his sister with a bad expression. This was really a great bargaining chip.

But no matter what, the powerful enemy was now led into the air, and the group immediately continued to escape. At about this time, Salshi II, who had been plotted because of the clone, finally woke up at Nolan's table.

The two princesses immediately helped their lying father up, and Yanni Stuart brought the teacup.

"Why do you feel better? It's you..."

He looked at the young man across the table. Jenkins was "fighting" with the moving chocolate and had no time to talk to him. Taking advantage of this moment, Yanni stood behind her father and whispered what happened during the twenty minutes he was unconscious. At this moment, Rune, Stuart and the clergy had already fled to the city.

At this moment, the streets were covered with falling snow. After going down the mountain, there was the dark north of the city. The fire that burned one-fifth of the city had already been extinguished by the power of the snowman, and it did not even cause much property damage. Although the snowman has not appeared in the area yet, walking through the dark snowy streets wearing single clothes is not a pleasant action.

People in Beicheng District had already been evacuated. In the deepest night before dawn, the group faced a lifeless city.

The wind and snow were so strong that people could not open their mouths, so everyone hunkered down and walked forward with their waists low. In the dull atmosphere, Dolores suddenly heard someone crying beside her. When she turned around, it turned out that it was her sister Agelina who was crying. She was the youngest among the group and was not supposed to stay in the palace to participate in the formulation of the retreat plan, but Agelina believed that she had been doing things for her sister Dolores and had no reason to leave at this time, so she became the one present now. Stuart is the only child who has no connection with the game.

"It's okay, we'll get to a safe place soon."

Dolores hugged her sister and walked with her, encouraging the underage princess to be stronger. In fact, most of the Stuarts were in a bad mood. Although they didn't cry like children, the inexplicable night they spent because of their father's arrangement was still too difficult for them.

The four princes were responsible for carrying the stretcher. It was okay to let the guards do this kind of thing, but they probably wanted to take advantage of this opportunity to show off, so the princes took the initiative to assume this responsibility.

Before walking out of the palace, carrying the stretcher was not very tiring, but after going down the mountain on the streets covered with heavy snow, it was not easy to use one hand to carry the stretcher.

Ronald Stuart, who was walking behind him on the left, stumbled and fell to the ground when he stepped on something. The other three people did not expect such a thing to happen. The originally trembling stretcher tilted, and Salshi II's body immediately fell to the snow together with the stretcher.

The Stuarts looked at each other in the wind and snow, and it took a while before anyone thought of pulling the body up from the snow. Everyone had a gloomy face, and behind their steps, the hill where the palace was located was completely shrouded in black mist, and the trembling sound forced them to leave immediately.

He hurriedly called the guards to carry Salshi II onto the stretcher. This time, the princes took the initiative to step back and let the guards lift the stretcher. But before walking a few steps, someone else unfortunately fell down in the heavy snow. This time it was not the accompanying clergy or guards, but still a child of the Stuart family. Although he did not carry the stretcher, when he fell, he knocked down the guard carrying the stretcher in front of him, causing Salsi II to fall face down on the snow again.

A depressing atmosphere and a bit of impatience permeated the team. Salote had a gloomy face and was about to ask everyone to lift his father up again. Unexpectedly, Salhi II actually turned over and opened his eyes at this moment. , and then reluctantly stood up holding the snowy surface.

The two princesses beside him immediately went to help him. The princesses were still wearing the summer ladies' tulle skirts from Nolan. Their faces were pale from the cold, and the white air they exhaled became thinner with each violent gasp.

"You guys let me down so much."

Salshi II stood up and faced the wind and snow, his face abnormally rosy. He did not take care of his wrinkled clothes, nor did he clean the snow on the clothes in front of him. He let the falling snow dye his hair white. He yelled at his children in the dark night snow:

"No matter what the situation is, don't panic. Is it a dead end now? You have left the most dangerous place. Isn't this bad...ahem..."

He coughed suddenly, and then bent down suddenly, causing a blood-red flower to appear on the snow. But fortunately, this is not his original body, so there is no need to worry too much.

"I designed this duel tonight just so that your generation of children who live in a peaceful era can truly experience the chaos of war. The peaceful era has been here for too long, and you live in comfort. This is the last thing I can do for you. This is the last thing I will give you.”

He coughed again, even harder than before. The broad street became even wider in the deserted night, surrounded by a vast expanse of white, so the blood spilling from the corner of the old king's mouth looked extremely bright red:

"Now, just a simple setback has made you like this!"

He scolded his children:

"Which generation of kings has not experienced anything more cruel and terrifying than this? You are just lucky and were born in a good era, but don't think that the world will always be like this. You...ahem, you all How dare I die so easily~"

He clutched his chest in pain and coughed, the sound sounding like his lungs were about to be torn apart. The people in the tree house had no good intentions when they provided the clone ritual. They knew that the Northern King, who was known for his courage and tenacity, would not cooperate easily, so in order to facilitate future blackmails, this clone had a very strong curse on it.

"Salote, Dolores~"

He called out the names of two of his children, and under the watchful eyes of a group of people, Sarlotte Welles Stuart and Dolores Elizabeth Stuart walked up to their father.

Both of them were wearing single clothes. The prince was cold because of the cold, and Dolores was pale because of the injury just now, and looked very uncomfortable.

Chapter 1723 Chapter 1696 Battle for the Throne

The wind mixed with snow drifted on this unusual summer night, and on the white empty north road of Loen City, Salsi II looked at the two heirs he had selected with a serious face:

"It will be dawn soon. The duel between me and that Williamite seems to be indestructible now. But there must be a winner in this duel, and the king must be born among you. So now, in Here, I want to choose one of you as my sole heir."

Even though he was coughing up blood just now, every syllable spoken by Salshi II at this moment was sonorous and powerful. Not only the Stuarts gathered in a circle, but also the church clergy and palace attendants standing nearby heard this sudden decision.

"I don't have much time left to make a decision. Now that my mind is still clear, I must make a decision."

The Stuarts looked at each other in confusion, looking at Sarlotte and Dolores standing in the front row with unclear expressions.

"I know some of you may be unconvinced, but as I said before tonight's showdown, now that you have made a choice, of course you have to accept it. Salote is the best performer in my camp, Doro Liz is the trump card of the Willamette camp, so of course the successor must be chosen from the two of them.”

Salshi II coughed loudly again, then waved to the two palace guards standing aside, asking them to hand over the personal dagger to the prince and princess.

Although the power of firearms has overwhelmed cold weapons in this era, due to the shift of the technology tree to steam power and the possibility of guards rebelling, the palace attendants still retain the rule of carrying cold weapons with them.

They were two daggers forged from fine steel. Although they were short, they were absolutely sharp. The pale-faced Sarlotte and Dolores received the weapons respectively and looked at their father with heavy expressions.

"The Stuart family will never choose a child without any force to be their king. Now you are fighting with these two weapons until one of them can't move or voluntarily admits defeat."

Seeing that Salote wanted to object, Sarhi II said again:

"Your sister was seriously injured. You don't have to worry about her using extraordinary methods now. And although you both got two artifacts in the duel, her performance was obviously better than you and the decision she made was more appropriate. Let her Isn’t it normal to have some advantages?”

"You want me to fight her?"

Salote still didn't accept it. He tried to show off his wooden prosthesis, but the cold temperature made it difficult to operate. Such a failed attempt made him a little pitiful.

Salshi II ignored his son's surprise. As he spoke, he waved the other Stuarts to stand on the snowy street. Everyone in the church also left the center of the street with the mentality of watching the excitement. There are rain eaves on the street to block the falling snow. Although you will still be hit by snowflakes due to the strong wind, at least you will feel warmer mentally with your back against the windows and walls.

After they left the street with their heads shivering and shivering, the messy footprints on the snow, deep and shallow, were soon buried again by the heavy snow, leaving only the chosen prince and princess of the Stuart family, each of them. Standing in this empty and cold street holding a short dagger.

The two looked at each other in the dark night, and because of the cold, their breaths swayed like long dragons in the snowflakes.

No one was born for a long time, but each of them held their weapons tightly in their hands.

"Dolores, if you are willing to admit defeat, you will get everything you want."

Sarlot said softly, making sure that the people on the street could not hear the sound in the howling wind and snow. The wind and snow passed by his face, making his eyebrows and hair almost frosty. The prince knew that this would be the last battle.

"You can't give me what I want."

Dolores replied, her voice a little soft in the snow. Holding the dagger in her right hand, she took a few steps back in the thick snow on the ground, leaving exaggerated footprints. It's not about retreating, it's about choosing the right opportunity to attack.

Seeing this, Salote also held the short dagger and made preparations for an attack. Although he has never been on the battlefield and does not have the same special experience as Dolores, he is still the eldest prince of this kingdom and is quite proficient in the use of close combat and cold weapons.

"You want to marry Willamette? Oh, Dolores, don't you think that by becoming queen, the probability of you marrying him will become even smaller? Father will not allow his country to become your dowry. "

Sarlot continued, not stopping where he was, but walking slowly clockwise. Seeing this, Dolores kept the same distance as him and began to move, trying to find the right time to attack.

To the people on the street, the two of them looked like jackals fighting for their only food in the snowy fields of late winter.

"It's none of your business, Jenkins will take care of it all."

"Are you really confident that that boy with a civilian background can solve all this? In my opinion, he doesn't even have basic political literacy."

Salote was not trying to have a heart-to-heart conversation with her sister, but was trying to distract her with words. But Dolores has always been the kind of person with a strong will, not to mention that her feelings for Mr. Writer are deeper than she thinks.

Snowflakes had already fallen on their shoulders, and their hair was dyed white. But they all just looked at each other attentively, and no one dared to distract themselves from other things.

"I trust Jenkins to take care of the troublesome stuff for me."

Dolores repeated again, her knuckles holding the dagger had turned white from the cold, and she was panting constantly when she spoke. The damage caused to her by the Ice Swordsman being shattered just now was actually very deep.

"So do you think you can defeat me now? Dolores, if you are not injured, I can surrender immediately. But in your current state, you are definitely no match for me, and I don't want to kill you... "

He paused and looked at his sister's breasts:

"Yes, you should have a better life, why are you risking your life with me here?"