That's it!

A deep bone-visible wound was cracked in front of the shriveled right chest cavity, the deep red heart beat slightly, and the dark blood dripped into the withered and rotten corpses along the torn black robe.

The old man in his twilight years seemed to feel painless. His wrinkled right hand took out a piece of pure white paper from the cracked chest cavity. It was smooth and soft, with a bright color, and was not stained with a trace of blood.

"Master Kadir, you can contact the supreme crown directly on the white paper." The old man in black robe held the white paper carefully with his hands and handed it to the noble master in front of him. His chaotic eyes were full of madness and fanaticism.

Ancient myths have been circulated once said that holding the devil's white paper can directly contact the devil behind it through specific ritual magic circles and obtain unimaginable power!

Kadir took the white paper and felt a smooth feeling when he started it, which felt similar to human skin, or that's it...

The old man's low murmur slowly rang in his ears, which were special syllables that he had once been familiar with, and the language from the abyss, belonging to the unique civilization of demons and devils.

After calming down, Kadir took a deep breath, lowered his head and sang the so-called blessings and praises with the old man.

As the different syllables continued to ring, the blood-soaked ritual magic array flashed with dazzling red light, and thin lines were like flames burning, dotting the dark environment.

Two low chanting sounds were intertwined. In a trance, Kadir heard a strange sound in his ears. There were only two people around him, but the resounding echoes gathered more and more, just like countless people praying together.

In the black mist, invisible corners, inexplicable shadows twisted and wriggled with the words of prayer.

Gradually, a dark red halo lit up on the strange and ugly red-black statue in the center of the Blood Ritual Magic Formation, and an evil aura filled the air, and a faint black mist surged, gathered over the magic Formation, turning into a hideous ghost with teeth and claws.

It seems that somebody is paying attention to this secret room and the ritual magic circle here.

"Well? Is this the Lord's response? Another birth of a devil's blood descendant?" The old man in black robe looked at the ritual magic circle that had changed inexplicably. His pale face appeared with a look of surprise, and then disappeared. He chanted the praises and murmurs again.

"This is the best gift to the Lord. A noble young master with pure blood and a professional with outstanding talent are the best 'container'."

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Limontanelu, an ancient city for nearly a thousand years, the political and trade center of the Kingdom of Stoke.

If Edalas City is the shining pearl of the northern province of Silver Pine in the Kingdom, then Limontanelu is the most shining pearl of the Kingdom of Stock.

This majestic city attracts wandering people from all over the continent of Kaladimos every day, including mercenaries and traders, as well as tourists from many other races.

At the intersection of the sky and the ground, the old and majestic city walls stand, and the crowded streams spread along the gray straight road to the heavy city gates. Compared with the slightly loose inspection system before, Limontanelu is now like martial law, and the soldiers of the royal guards who are in charge of guarding strictly inspect every pedestrian.

The news that the king was seriously ill was spreading rumors among those who were interested, and it was filled with lively taverns and extremely active parties, as if there was a sense of indescribable depression that was scattered over the city.

Da da! Da da da!

The rapid horse hooves rang on the gray straight road, and a black cavalry team rushed from the plains to the north. Instead of choosing a line like those civilian merchants, they embarked on a wide road with few people.

The privileges of the nobles were very eye-catching in the current situation. The black cavalry slowly controlled the speed of the horses off the horses and slowly approached this standing and majestic city.

Worthman clamped his horse's belly, jumped over the queue, holding the baron's order signed and confirmed by the king and noble parliament, handed it to the centurion of the royal guards, and waited silently.

After a rough glance at the seal order, the young centurion waved his hand to signal the soldiers behind him to disperse and give up a road that could be passed. There are clear laws in the laws of the kingdom, and the nobles have the right to enter any city first.

In the eyes of many "ordinary people" who are still waiting silently and endured the baptism of the sun, their envy is unconcealed, and their scorching eyes are dazzling.

As he rode his horse, a line of black figures disappeared into the deep and dim city gate wall, entering the center of the storm.

"Centurion Lince, Commander, let you go up." A message soldier hurriedly ran down the stairs of the city wall and saluted.

Commander Lince frowned slightly, wondering why Lord Huglith asked him to pass by at this time. It seemed that there was no noticeable situation today. Could it be that the Baron Lord from the Northland of the Kingdom who had just been released?

In the quiet city gate tower, Hellit stood alone in his eyes, the black cavalry figure who was blending in Limontanelu's vision, and his thoughtful look appeared on his face. He saw a familiar figure, a guy who should have left the Kingdom of Stoke forever.

Dongdong!

"Mr. Hullit!"

The crisp knock on the door was mixed with the firm voice of Linser Centurion, awakening the enchanted Hellit, the commander of the King of the Guards.

"Come in!"

The door opened, Lin Sai was wearing silver armor, holding a helmet in his left hand, and putting his right hand on his left chest to perform a standard aristocratic etiquette towards Hellit.

"What is the origin of the nobles who just entered the royal capital? I have never seen them before." Hellitt, adhering to the characteristics of a soldier, asked straight to the point.

"Modrian Perris, the real baron, the lord of Valoran's leader in the northern part of the kingdom." A look of surprise flashed in Lince's eyes. Unexpectedly, the northern noble would attract the attention of Lord Hullit.

Huglith Lindberghdale, one of the three commanders of the King's Guards, is the real upper class of the King's Capital, not to mention his surname, the Dale family, the top noble in the Stock Kingdom, and he himself is a powerful figure like a pillar in the Dale family.

"Peris family, Viscount Scarlet, Modrian!" Heullett showed a thoughtful look. In recent years, he always saw Modrian's name in intelligence information in the north of the kingdom.

"No wonder the followers of the Knight-level master level are like this. In addition to the elite cavalry who can be called ace, do you also want to participate in this storm feast?"

The sense of danger was the first feeling that Hellit felt from that cavalry team, and the little guy who wanted to hide himself, the same blood flowing, allowing him to easily recognize his true identity.

"Holes Lindbergdal, little guy, you shouldn't be back at this time!"

"Revenge requires the opportunity to grasp, but the harm you give to others will also suddenly arise in the surging storm vortex."

Hewlett glanced at Lince in front of him and said softly: "Forget the person I saw today. I don't want to see Modrian's name on the registration form."

"Yes!" Lin Sai bowed respectfully and then exited the city gate tower.

No one cared that after walking down the stairs of the city wall, the centurion did not go to the city gate to work as soon as possible. Instead, after leaving for a while, Shi Shiran stood under the ancient and majestic city gate.

The old will eventually pass away, the new future belongs, and everyone has the right to choose!
Chapter completed!