Chapter 689

"Those who dare to approach will be killed without mercy!"

About thirty miles away from the castle where Marguerite III lived, there was a hoarse voice in an old castle which was placed on the top of a hill. He repeated this sentence in Donglu.

When the sound sounded, everything began to vibrate violently in the huge hall that could hold thousands of people.

Every particle in the air, including dust in the air, the smallest water vapor particle, and so on... Even including space and time itself, vibrates with the sound.

The space broke into particles.

Time is broken into particles.

All tangible and intangible existence was shattered by this sound, except Qiao Xuan, who stood in the middle of the hall with a respectful face, and the law of medland's side of the world itself remained intact.

Qiao Xuan stood stiff in the hall, his body did not dare to move.

He could feel the power of nightmares that filled the hall and made him feel desperate.

This kind of power completely surpasses the gods he has seen in the battle field of port Tulun these days, who are recalled to medland from the endless void by the abyss consciousness.

The gods

Perhaps because of their long exile, their power was less than one trillion times that of their heyday.

They are weak, they are weak... But they are still gods.

And the owner of this voice

Qiao Xuan looked at each other in awe, a wisp of ambition in his heart from time to time, and because of this awe, he was quietly suppressed.

Qiao Xuan could feel that even if the gods were in the peak state, the master of the voice, the power he mastered, was probably superior to them.

Bald, long face, gray skin, wet, with a trace of wrinkles.

Standing more than 12 feet, the thin old man was wrapped in a black gilt edged robe, with four tall arms, one in front of his chest and the other behind him. A purple golden eye in the center of his eyebrow opened and closed indefinitely, emitting a faint purple golden light from time to time.

He stood quietly in front of the huge French window, overlooking the castle covered by black fog in the distance.

There was a faint smell on him.

This kind of smell is very strange. With Qiao xuanminrui's perception, he can roughly distinguish that this smell contains the extremely rare smell of medicine, as well as a smell of... It's like the smell of an old zombie that has been brewing in the coffin for tens of thousands of years.

This old man

His gray skin, abnormal moist feeling and wrinkles are like a piece of bean curd that has been soaked in a pickle jar for many years. Some flavor and some breath have been pickled!

Especially his four arms.

No matter what, this old guy should not be a normal person.

But Qiao Xuan didn't dare to show any wrong expression on his face... He looked at the old man in awe and behaved like those loyal and cautious eunuchs in the palace of Liangxu!

Al, level 33, gatekeeper!

Janitor seven!

There is no name, or he is lazy to tell Qiao Xuan his name.

Gatekeeper number seven is his nickname.

Or, with the honorific name of Al's organization, he should be elder seven.

An old man with elegant demeanor, spirit and charm like green bamboo in the snow, full of carefree spirit, stood beside the doorman No. 7 with his hands on his back and a faint smile on his face.

Level 32 chanting mountaineer, the famous doctor Qingque in Donglu.

Qiao Xuan's tutor, Qiao Xuan's Guide to al.

When Qiao Xuan was not an adult, Qingque approached Qiao Xuan as the imperial doctor and guided him to join al.

When the Liangxu was in chaos, the kings rebelled, and the country collapsed, it was also the guidance and help of Qingque that Qiao Xuan took a group of close ministers to escape to medland with the treasure house of Liangxu.

After that, Qiao Xuan was able to make up his mind to use up the wealth in the national treasury, return to the land of the dragon with the mercenary corps, and start the war of national restoration. In a short period of more than ten years, Qiao Xuan had already reorganized the country. This is also because Qiao Xuan finally agreed to the conditions put forward by the sparrow on behalf of al.

With Al's support, Qiao Xuan succeeded in his restoration.

And Liangxu, also completely, became al's peripheral force!

Qiao Xuan also because of this credit, only in a short period of more than ten years, has a considerable organizational status and Qingque.

Otherwise, at Qiao Xuan's age

Florence, which had been in business for hundreds of years in the dren Empire, was only a "King". How could Qiao Xuan become a senior member of Al, next only to the gatekeeper?

However, Qiao Xuan did not expect that Al's inside information was so terrible.

The gatekeeper, who stands at the top of Al organization and is known as the gatekeeper of truth, is such a terrible existence.

The whole hall was shaking, shaking.

Qiao Xuan clearly felt that if it wasn't for the deliberate control of gatekeeper No. 7, as long as there was a trace of these shocks affecting his body, he would be completely wiped out, and even a trace of residue would not be left.

In the whole hall, only the sparrow was surrounded by fresh air, and only he relied on his own strength to resist the terrible sound vibration of the doorman No. 7.

Just, see green sparrow frown, know that he is not easy.

The doorman No. 7 took a deep breath. He murmured, "I'm sorry... I fell asleep for a long time. I was suddenly awakened. I can't control my strength."

"Oh, the little one who just spoke is your grandson?" The doorman No. 7 turned around, and his three eyes looked at Qiao Xuan coldly.

"Exactly." In the face of the doorman seven's eyes, Qiao Xuan dare not have the slightest different performance.

"Very good, very good." The gatekeeper No.7 nodded with a smile: "it's rare to wake up. It's good to make up a script. The blood left by the royal family of Liangxu, the return of the prince, triggered a terrible battle between medland and Donglu."

"In this kind of war, both sides constantly found a lot of archaic relics, from which they excavated mysterious potions... Among them, there were constantly gods emerging."

"Of course, it's the spirit of medland's camp who practices the breathing method of the three seas' Qi and pulse, surpassing the strong one in the eastern land. In the end, medland conquered the east land... Joe, the little guy, became the co owner of medland and the east land. "

"After his success, he released his military power with a cup of wine, fought for him, and the generals who were promoted to gods went to seclusion one after another."

"With the passage of time... About 30 years later, the achievements of these divine generals will become a story... And sooner or later, the story will become a legend in the long river of time."

The gatekeeper No. 7 nodded with a smile: "I feel that my script is more perfect than the plans of these junior members who stay in medland..."

"Ha ha ha, just follow my plan."

"These bastards have caused enough trouble..."

"But I can't blame you. Who would have thought that these old exiles had left behind the abyss? "

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