You call this a black hand?

The well-sealed secret room is not dark, and the light emitted from the surrounding metal walls makes everything here clear.

So Mellen could clearly notice that when Mrs. Chelsea, who had her blond hair spread out in front of her, looked at him, a look of sullenness gradually appeared on her face.

And her white and elegant fingers were tightly squeezing a bundle of special ropes in her hands at this moment, with the joints prominent and very hard.

Meren didn't pay attention to her reaction. After noticing the abnormality, he decisively took the small cup of golden liquid on the experimental table next to him into his hand.

Then he took a few steps back and stared at the other party cautiously, ready to take action at any time.

However, things obviously haven't reached this level yet.

The sudden unfamiliar look only lasted for less than five or six seconds. After his eyes were in a trance, the lady's familiar tone sounded again.

"Hurry up, I can't hold her down!"

He was not sure that the person in front of him was really his teacher, but Mellen did not hesitate after hearing this.

After responding to the call, he picked up the opponent's waist with his arms and threw him onto the hard bed not far away. Then he took the rope and quickly tied the opponent tightly into a large font.

This posture was not very elegant, and the force of Meren's binding was also very tight, which even made the lady's delicate skin turn red.

However, the other party did not resist at all during this period, and kept staring at Mellen's face in a daze, his eyes flickering, as if two wills were entangled and changing back and forth.

This state did not disappear until the bundling ended, but continued.

So Mellen could only sit aside and wait quietly for a while, staring closely at the blonde lady who was tied to the bed and wearing only a thin black nightgown, feeling worried in her heart.

One moment the teacher was still speaking, and then he was replaced by another will without any warning.

This situation proves that the connection between the two parties must be very close, even to the point of being difficult to detect.

Such a state does not seem to be a good sign...

Time passed slowly, and the interior of the secret room, which was full of secrecy, was relatively peaceful.

But at the same time, things were changing in the outside world.

When Mellen tied Mrs. Chelsea to the bed, a large number of dark clouds slowly began to gather in the originally cloudless sky.

In just over ten minutes, the originally bright sky turned into overcast.

The light sea breeze turned into a howling wind, and turbulent waves began to appear on the calm sea surface, causing the ships anchored in the dock area to shake violently.

Such a sudden change in climate was obviously not a natural phenomenon, so the city outside St. Grant's Castle rang with rapid bells. The large number of wizards who gathered here because of the start of school today were full of astonishment.

Some well-informed people who had heard about the invasion from the school before thought that this might be some kind of big move by the enemy.

As a result, their expressions changed drastically, and they hurriedly looked for places to hide, or organized manpower to prepare for a difficult resistance.

However, before an enemy appeared in their sight, a large amount of white light suddenly bloomed from the depths of the dark clouds covering the sky, emerging from the gaps in the sea of ​​clouds and spreading over the ocean, islands and land, immersing everything in a bright light.

, like the dawn breaking.

Accompanying this light was a faint chant, ethereal and sacred, filling the ears of everyone in the nearby sea area, making people with different thoughts feel an inexplicable sense of peace and tranquility.

"This is……"

In the waters not too far away from the island where Fort St. Grant is located, a multi-masted sailboat that looked a bit old and dilapidated was sailing quietly. The first mate on the deck, holding the rudder with one hand, was stunned by this.

Then he hurriedly took out a monocular telescope and looked towards the dark clouds blooming with light in the sky.

A square portal quietly existing in the depths of the sea of ​​clouds, emitting a large amount of white light inside, came into view. It was majestic and vast, like a gate to heaven.

"What is this stuff?"

The first mate couldn't help but be stunned.

He is currently driving a ship to Fort St. Grant to cooperate with others in the invasion plan, so he is very sensitive to the disturbances around him.

The sudden change in the climate had already made him wary, and he thought it was the wizards in St. Grant's Castle performing some large-scale forbidden magic.

But what he saw now made him suddenly doubt whether his next actions could proceed smoothly?

Although he only saw a door, the feeling that that door gave him was so profound and mysterious that it made him feel inexplicably awe-inspiring just by looking at it.

Like an ant looking up at a giant, his hand holding the telescope trembled unconsciously.

"Cole, General Reynolds asked you why you stopped so suddenly - what were you doing?"

While the first mate was in a daze, a wet head suddenly emerged from the water under the old sailboat. After seeing clearly that the man on the deck was in a daze, he couldn't help but yell in annoyance.

"You idiot, stop wasting your time! You're wasting your time, be careful those guys below tear you to pieces!"

"Right away, right away."

The first mate named Cole subconsciously responded.

But when he came to his senses, he did not signal the crew behind him to continue sailing. Instead, he took out the Book of Secret Words and contacted William Pantoria who was on the island.

"Why do I feel like something's wrong, Captain?"

"Your feeling is right."

The other person replied: "An heir was born inexplicably at Fort St. Grant."

"Heir?"

The first mate had never heard of such a thing, so he was confused, "Is it related to the current change?"

"Not sure, but don't worry too much, our allies claim to have a way to deal with him."

"So the operation still goes according to the original plan?"

"Wait a minute."

"But Reynolds is urging me."

"Quickly appease him first. It won't take long for the allies."

Behind these words was full trust and confidence in that ally, but the first officer was a little embarrassed when he saw this.

"appease……"

He muttered this word, and stuck his head out of the deck to look at the dark sea below. He could see dense "humanoid fish schools" passing by quickly.

That is the army organized by the deep sea races.

How could he be comforted by being so impatient?

"I hope the ally will deal with the so-called heir as soon as possible. If we delay for a long time, these people below will not be honest and obedient."

The first mate sighed at this.

But they never imagined that their vital ally was currently being imprisoned in a tiny frost cage, less than the size of a palm.

What he didn't even expect was when the golden light broke through the dark clouds and there were sacred chants floating around him.

No matter how some people outside acted, the leader of the Scarlet Cross, who had always closed his eyes, suddenly opened his eyes and looked up towards the sky, full of horror.

"This, how is this possible?!"

His reaction made some people surrounding the pocket cage quite wary, thinking that this man was unwilling to be imprisoned and was planning to do something.

However, apart from the seemingly unbearable change in expression at the beginning, this "pocket villain" wearing a tattered black robe and a conspicuous aquiline nose had already closed his eyes, his expression returned to calm, and he looked like he was fine

Already.

However, no one knows that his heart is actually full of turbulence right now.

In the previous secret communication with the heir of Fort St. Grant, most of what he said was actually the truth, and even the fact that Isabella Chelsea was a leader was also true.

But what he said was not complete.

Isabella Chelsea, or the Holy Spirit hidden behind Isabella, is not just his leader.

Rather, it is the Holy Spirit, one of the nominal leaders.

There are three demon kings in hell, and there are also three judges in heaven.

The one behind Isabella is one of them.

She is very powerful and has a long list of titles, such as Guardian of Heaven, Daughter of the Dawn, Nemesis of the Devil, Pure One, Lord of the Sun, Conqueror of the Dragons...

Even in ancient times, she took the lead in establishing the Church of the Sun God that controlled half of the world.

Therefore, it can be said that regardless of fame or power, she is the top existence in the Kingdom of Heaven and is deeply respected and worshiped by the Holy Spirits.

However, as I said to the heir before, even in the holy kingdom of heaven, there are factions.

The faction that the leader of the Scarlet Cross belongs to is not on the same side as "Isabella", and even has deep conflicts.

Therefore, the words he mentioned to his heir before were indeed threatening the other party with the matter of subject consciousness.

In his expectation, as the student's heir, he would definitely care about the state of his teacher Isabella after she awakens, and whether she can retain her independent thinking.

And as long as the heir asks him about it, he can rely on it to find an opportunity to escape from Fort St. Grant——

Although it is actually impossible to retain independent thinking, the heir himself will not know this, and he will gain room for negotiation.

However, the idea was great, but what actually happened was something he didn't expect.

Others didn't know about this sudden abnormality, but he, the Holy Spirit, knew exactly what it was because of -

Only when one of the three presiding judges who can represent the Kingdom of Heaven begins to awaken, will the projection of the Eternal Gate emerge as if by induction!

The only one nearby right now could be Isabella.

But he simply didn't understand why this happened.

Ordinarily, if the Holy Spirit wants to awaken the subject's consciousness, it has a chance of doing so as long as the reincarnated body is on the verge of death.

But it is not that simple for the powerful Holy Spirit to awaken the subjective consciousness.

As the king of the Holy Spirits, "Isabella" is of course the strongest among them. Logically speaking, a Holy Spirit of this level can only awaken after the demonic tide is officially restarted.

How come you are recovering now?

This question made the leader panic.

He couldn't figure this out, but he knew clearly that if the other person who woke up was really aware of his existence and some of the things he had done before, then he would definitely have no way to survive!

So he hurriedly contacted the heir of Fort St. Grant, hoping to use other methods to persuade the other party to let him go.

The result was very disappointing.

No matter what he said, there was no response from the other party, as if nothing had happened.

The leader's heart sank to the bottom.

…

Of course, Melen had no time to pay attention to outside matters, because when the sacred light outside shone on the earth, a gaze full of majesty and scrutiny was already looking at him.

Although the owner of her gaze was tied to the bed in a very inelegant posture, half-covered by a thin black nightgown, and even a little ecstatic, this did not prevent her from looking like she could dominate everything around her at this moment.

Mellen, who was sitting beside the bed and should have been in the dominant position, looked like an old farmer running to pay homage to the Queen of the Empire, and he was naturally shorter by an unknown number of heads.

This made him feel inexplicably uncomfortable, especially when the other party showed such an attitude and still occupied his teacher's body.

He didn't know who this person was, and of course he couldn't be in awe of him.

Seeing that she had no intention of speaking for a while, Meren suddenly said: "I guess you know our purpose?"

The look in the man's eyes when he looked at him could actually explain a lot of problems, so he asked like this.

However, after saying these words, the other party's demeanor did not change. Instead, he calmly withdrew his gaze towards Melen, closed his eyes, and rested as if there was no one else around.

This may be because he has just woken up and is undergoing some kind of adaptation.

However, as the ignored party, Melen had no intention of understanding this person's current state.

After squinting his eyes, he suddenly said: "Most of the saliva in the human mouth is water, and a small part contains a digestive enzyme called salivary amylase. Its existence can decompose the bacteria in the mouth, making normal people's

The mouth can be maintained in a healthy state.”

These words sounded incomprehensible, but the blond lady's expression changed slightly because of this. When she opened her eyes again and looked at the black-haired boy next to her, her sullen look reappeared.

Because she could actually clearly feel that there were some abnormal sensations in "her" lips and mouth.

"This digestive enzyme is colorless and odorless when not exposed to air."

Mellen ignored the other person's expression at this moment and continued: "But as long as it is exposed to the air and evaporates, it will emit a smell, which is very smelly and very unpleasant."

In fact, this is just a characteristic of ordinary people. The saliva in the mouths of the two people whose life constitution has long been out of the ordinary ranks cannot be said to be sweet, but it does not have any other strange smell.

However, the point of Mellen's remarks was not to educate the other party, but to make the other party clearly aware of, or even clearly feel, the remnants of something the two parties had done before.

This trick is actually a bit disgusting, especially for a "stranger".

But the effect is surprisingly good.

"You are special."

The "ma'am" on the bed finally spoke.

There was an angry look on her face, which was covered by her messy blond hair, but her tone was very calm.

"No human being is qualified to absorb the blood of the Holy Spirit, and no one can condense a weak bloodline after absorbing it."

Her voice is hoarse, slightly different from the original Mrs. Chelsea, but her expression when speaking is similar to Mrs. Chelsea.

"I know I'm special, but I don't think that's what we're talking about right now."

Mellen said: "As for what the point is, I think it goes without saying."

Using hands and feet is just the last trump card. Before that, it is actually best not to get things done.

At the same time, Mellen felt that the other party might choose to compromise after realizing their determination and what they were prepared to do, just as the teacher expected.

After all, how could a Holy Spirit be willing to suffer that kind of insult?

Unfortunately, the other party's reaction made him a little "disappointed".

"What you have done is just in vain."

The plain words came out of the "Madam"'s mouth. Her demeanor and appearance were so familiar, but her voice was full of a sense of alienation.

"She is my derivative. This cannot be changed at all. The fate waiting for her will only be to merge with me."

"So, there's nothing we can do?"

Mellen asked with a frown.

The other party didn't answer, but turned his head sideways and stopped looking at him, as if he didn't bother to lie to him.

Mellen's heart felt a little heavy.

But he did not give up hope. Instead, after taking a deep breath, he stood up and began to unbuckle his belt.

After the rustling sound, there was a dull sound of cloth falling off on the ground. The eyelids of the blonde lady who was tied to the bed in a large font jumped.

Later, when she felt her nightgown being lifted up and the other party approaching, she finally couldn't help but speak again.

"There is a way, but it requires you -"

Her words suddenly stopped, and then her face turned angry, but she couldn't help but let out a muffled groan.

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