The Strongest Deduction of the Comprehensive Comics

"Don't say a word, Brad. If you hadn't spent too much time sucking blood, we wouldn't have been in such a miserable situation." Situ Lute, who was lying next to Brand, enjoyed it indifferently. The maid's feeding slowly opened her mouth.

The two were caught off guard by Gransorge's special attack on the Death Apostles. Although the powerful two survived with heavy injuries, they were taken thousands of miles away by Gransorge's Death Apostles. It is lucky to be able to survive after avoiding Alquitt's pursuit.

"Well, you can still dislike blood. Does it look like you're recovering well, Brad? Is that thing called Phoenix's tears still working?" Erte Lucy, who was sitting on the sofa on the right side of the hall, gently He raised the coffee on the table, took a sip, and said with a light smile.

"I'm sorry, Your Highness Ji Jun, to trouble you and Mr. Yu." Stuart said with a face of shame. As a guardian knight, it is a serious dereliction of duty for Stuart to let the lord bother to protect him.

"Ahh, I've neglected my duty. I'm clearly a contract knight... As expected, I should have stabbed Glenthog's bird head with a sword. What a shame." Brad closed his eyes and said weakly.

Although they were severely injured by a surprise attack, for the two of them, being instantly second was indeed a great shame to them.

"Don't worry about those details, it's good to be alive, but you should thank that girl Alquite, she saved the two of you back." Elte Lucki gently put down the black tea cup, the corners of her mouth slightly raised , a soft smile appeared on the pretty face.

For the two guardian knights who have been together for countless years, Eltruchi treats them as family members. In her eyes, the safety of the family members is the most important thing compared to the guardian knight contract signed.

"Speaking of which, Your Highness Ji Jun. Where did Her Highness Bai Ji and Mr. Yu go? After treating us for a while, they seem to have disappeared?" Brad asked with some doubts.

"Airquite? That girl is probably sleeping, and she won't wake up until evening." Alteluchi narrowed her eyes and said enviously.

If she wasn't worried about the safety of the two knights, she probably should have waited for dusk on the soft and comfortable bed.

"As for Yuu? After making sure that you are all right, I asked Yu for the key to the basement. I guess he is in the basement now." Erte Luqi tilted her head, her red eyes showed a thoughtful look.

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In the cold and damp basement, he slowly put white gloves on his palms, and then put a white mask on his face. With the white coat and white hat on his body, he looked like he was about to undergo surgery. Doctor looks like.

Yuu's right index finger flicked lightly, and an engineering magic called Dust Removal was activated quickly. The basement, which had been abandoned all year round, suddenly took on a new look. The accumulated dust and cobwebs gathered into a football and rolled to the corner.

An iridescent light flashed in the dark gray pupils, and then a standardized operating table appeared in front of Yu out of thin air.

With a slight pull of the index finger, Glenn Thor Goben, which had been stored in a different space, fell onto the operating table with a bang.

"Hungry... you... bastard!!" Glandsorg, who had just recovered from the meat paste through his powerful immortality, had yellow rose patterns all over his body, which was the materialization of the B-level curse concept.

Just like reducing the upper limit of blood volume in the game, the strong curse directly suppressed Glandsorge's strength to the level of ordinary people. It can be said that Glandsorge's strength is at the lowest point since his birth at this moment.

Yuu silently took out the scalpel and pliers. Is there dark and deep negative energy on them? He is now curious about the power composition of Black Wing, one of the oldest dead apostles, and the privilege of killing the dead apostles. Dead Apostle-like body structure, etc., etc.

Under Glenthorng's horrified gaze, he was vivisected.

After about several hours, Yu silently took off the white gloves stained with blood, scrubbed his slightly bearded chin, and said solemnly.

"Is it a special type of soul attack? It seems to have the concept of killing against its own race. According to my situation, it seems that it can become a primate killer with no restrictions on the general type."

"Furthermore, if this special body structure absorbs its advantages, it will greatly improve my body's flexibility and coordination." Glensorge, who was being revived by the countdown, took back the space as research material, and walked out slowly. basement.

Instead of going directly to the room where he and Eltruchi were, Yu came to a well-packed guest room, because he realized that his first direct subordinate dead disciple had awakened.

Lavender waist-length hair, the tips of the hair are slightly bright red, and the already pale skin is even more white and flawless after becoming a dead disciple. You can even see the blue blood vessels through the skin, and the sleeping face with eyes closed With a soft beauty.

Since she had just become a dead disciple, the girl was naked at the moment, whether it was the plump and plump part of the moon, and the front and back of the buttocks with the dense forest, they all directly came into Yu's eyes.

Narubalek's eyebrows twitched slightly, and then slowly opened his eyes, which were already red with the unique crimson of the Dead Apostles.

"Welcome to this cruel family, my 'son'!" Caressing the girl's snow-white skin, he looked at Narubalek with greedy eyes.

"Allah, the poison on my body is gone." Feeling the scorching gaze, Narubalek's pale face was morbidly rosy, and he directly spread his feet, exposing the pinkness directly. In Yu's eyes.

"So cute!" You touched Narubalek's pretty face, untied his belt with a smirk on his face, put a collar on his waist, and went directly into the somewhat dry passage.

Bright red blood dripped onto the sheets.

The house is full of spring.

Chapter 311: Negotiation of the Magician Association (Triple in One)

London, England - Clock Tower Headquarters

In the Great Hall of Ten Thousand People, which is 80 meters long in length and 50 meters in width, there are some figures standing. The number of them is less than 50, and they are also concentrated in the center of the hall, making the whole hall look extremely empty.

However, there were less than 50 people, and the entire hall was plunged into a strange world. All the members were glowing with a strange and inexplicable light, which was the light of magic power infused into the equipment called magic dress.

The hall is clearly divided into three factions, one of which has more than 40 people, while the other two are standing alone.

"The nobles of the clock tower are really friendly." One of the old men standing alone said in a flat tone, but it was particularly harsh among the nobles of the clock tower present.

At this moment, a man in green clothes and with lemon hair came out from the group of nobles.

"Director Kenneth, be careful, the other party has been showing hostility." A certain nobleman in the group of nobles behind him reminded him in a low voice.

Kenneth waved his hand, signaling that he needn't worry, then straightened his clothes, and said to the old man. "Since the two are also participants, why bother exuding murderous aura like this, it will cause unnecessary misunderstanding."

"Huh? You are? Kenneth El-Mello Archibald!" Another skinny middle-aged man standing alone said with certainty.

"Oh? Now that you know my name, there is no need for me to give my name, so can you bother me to introduce myself?" Kenneth narrowed his eyes slightly, glanced at the faces of the old man and the middle-aged man, and smiled lightly. Said.

"That's right, I'm [Atlas Institute] great alchemist, Peter Mezaha." The middle-aged man adjusted the white robe he was wearing, which was a special product in the desert area, and said solemnly.

"The old man is Gavela of [Wandering Sea]." The old man, who was dressed like an old British gentleman in the nineteenth century, took off his hat, saluted, and said in a flat tone.

The faces of the nobles behind Kenneth suddenly became serious.

[Atlas Academy] and [Wandering Sea], organizations with the same reputation as [Clock Tower], the overall strength of the three is evenly matched, and in order to resist the Church of the Holy Church, they jointly formed a huge organization that controls the magic world - the Association of Magicians .

But in the dark, it is the Clock Tower that controls most of the power of the Magician Association. After all, the other two organizations pursue a policy of avoiding the world and focusing on researching magic, which is completely different from the Clock Tower actively recruiting and cultivating magicians from all over the world.

And most importantly, the three major forces of the Association of Magicians are currently in a sinister relationship where they do not communicate with each other, and are even hostile to each other.

And this sudden meeting, even the representatives of these two forces were invited, which shows the importance of the meeting.

'Big event! ’ The three big characters kept appearing in the minds of many nobles.

tower! tower! tower!

The sound of riding boots stepping on the tiles sounded slowly.

Everyone's eyes were focused on the gate of the hall. There, Lorelia, who was wearing a white suit, walked slowly towards the center of the hall with a cold face. The ponytail is also beating with it.

"Lord Barthumello!" XN

The noble magician who belonged to the clock tower bowed solemnly.

When she reached the center of the hall, Lorelei stood still, and scanned the faces of everyone in the hall with her sharp brown eyes like knives. She paused slightly when she saw Peter and Guvira, and then He said indifferently.

"Okay, since the representatives of Wandering Sea and Atlas Institute have also arrived, let's start the discussion directly."

"..." The faces of the nobles present suddenly became serious.