v2 Chapter 643： Turmoil 2

"I'm afraid your hopes will be lost ..."

A voice sounded in the room, and at the next moment, the faces of Gruul and Zamr changed dramatically.

"Who!!"

Gruul suddenly turned around, looking in the direction of the figure.

I saw there, standing there alone.

It was a tall young man with a handsome face and dazzling blond hair. He stood so quietly in front of the door at the moment, looking at Gruul with a smile.

"It's you!!"

Looking at the man in front of him, Gruell's face was blue: "Angola, what do you want to do !!"

"What do I want to do?" Hearing Gruul's words, the expression on Angola's face was amazed, and he didn't seem to want Gruul to ask this question: "Isn't the answer obvious? Just like I said."

Walking slowly from the outside, he closed the door of the room, then looked at the two of them and said, "Brother, thanks to your letter, the knight you depend on has disappeared for two months now. , I do n’t know where I went. "

"You even know?" Gruul's heart tightened suddenly before he heard Angola's words.

"Of course I know." Angola shrugged. "I not only know that you sent the letter, even the content of the letter is clear."

"Even, I sent the letter to you personally."

"What do you want to do?" Hearing this, Gruul was somewhat puzzled. The experience honed by the long-term aristocratic struggle made him instinctively feel something wrong: "What the **** are you?"

"Which side is it?" Angola glanced at Gruul, then shook his head: "Who knows? Anyway, it's not on your side."

"Be prepared. In a few days, your time is coming. If you have any last words, stay as soon as possible."

"After all, it may be too late in a while."

He said with a smile, then the figure slowly walked out.

In the dim darkness, Gruul seemed to see a unique imprint on his Angola. ,

The imprint is complex, with a strong and deep force, in which the atmosphere that belongs to the church of the night watch flashes, making Gruul stunned.

"The knight named Yasuo finally did not show up."

Walking out of the room and looking at the two Gruuls standing in the room behind him, Angola said lightly: "Are you sure, this is the person we are looking for?"

"The church has investigated clearly before. The altar in the wild outside of Tam City was destroyed by the knight alone."

In the shadows, a deep black shadow emerged. At this moment, he looked at Angola and said: "According to the traces left at that time, this Yasuo Knight's strength at the moment is at least the Golden Knight level."

"In this period, at this age, you can have this kind of strength. Do you know what this means?"

"This means that this is probably also a goddess? Like the dim church of Hilna?" Angola said indifferently.

"Yes." The figure said in the dark: "This is a rare opportunity!"

"Your authority is born to plunder root power from other powerful beings. As long as this knight named Yasuo is killed and the root power hidden in his bloodline is drawn, he can be promoted one step ahead. The divine presence leads the competition. "

"Afterwards, we will eradicate the dim church, absorb the divine power contained in the dim **** child, and inherit all the power of the Tamru Kingdom, so that your power can reach its peak and occupy a huge first-hand advantage in this era."

"It sounds good, but what does all of this have to do with me?" Angola smiled coldly: "Don't think I don't know. After all this is done, it's time for the king of the vigil to recover. Will I still exist? ? "

"This is your destiny of glory." In the darkness, the man persuaded: "The great deity does not have the concept of the subject of will, you are the advent of the night watch king, and no existence can affect your will."

"Perhaps." Angola sneered coldly, undecided, and then said, "How is the **** jazz layout?"

"It's almost ready. After another two days, the blood moon ceremony can be held and the whole palace can be blood sacrificed together."

"It seems that my brothers are running out of time."

Angola turned around, thinking of the Gruul he saw in the room before he could not help but shook his head, and then continued to ask, "Where is Caruscio Altar?"

"As in the past, there is still no reaction." The figure said in the dark.

"It has already reached this point, there is no reaction yet?" Angola said a little puzzled.

Caruscio, the founding king of the Tamru Kingdom and the strongest of the entire Tamru Kingdom, once fought against the legendary existence of the Bloody Jazz with the High Priest of the Dim Church.

As a legendary king who created a huge kingdom, this king of knights is extremely powerful, and should have been the biggest obstacle in the plan planned by Angola and others.

But it wasn't until after the hands-on that Caruscio didn't react at all to their movements. To imprison the king, the movement to block the kingdom was like not seeing it.

This is also the biggest reason why their actions proceed so smoothly, otherwise, even if they can finally achieve it, it is impossible to do this step silently, which will inevitably cause uproar.

"Who knows?" Said the figure in the darkness. "The legend exists, and any accident may exist. Maybe Carusiu is already dead, and now only one body is left."

"Everything is possible, but the only thing we currently know, he did not appear to block our actions, which is good news."

Angola shook his head, then glanced behind him, and left straight away.

While waiting, days passed quickly.

In the early morning, when the sun in the sky shone on the earth, a faint radiance enveloped the world and shone the world brightly.

A touch of **** air was rising and falling, and in the old empty palace square, a sacrifice was slowly starting.

The blazing flame was rising, and in the center of the square, a blood pool stood quietly, with a **** crystal in it.

Amidst the **** crystal, a little girl couldn't stand in an inch, so she lay quietly in the crystal, her hands were on her knees, her face was calm and peaceful, and she seemed to be sleeping.

A faint majesty spreads out of the crystal, and every bit of majestic majesty spreads far and wide. Even ordinary people ca n’t help but kneel down, even if they just feel it. .

In front of the crystal, an old man was dressed in a **** robe. He stood here so quietly at this moment, his eyes fixed on the crystal in front of him.

Unlike ordinary people's eyes, he looked at the crystal in front of him with a blur in his eyes, which contained all kinds of emotions such as madness, infatuation, distortion, etc., which made everyone who could feel it feel scared.

At this moment, a strong **** smell bloomed in place, where a body was lying around, and there was a deep wound in its heart.

These corpses were placed there, scattered around the ground, blocking all around the blood pool, and it looked like a garbage dump dedicated to disposing of corpses.

Gruell looked at the scene in front of him ugly.

At this moment, he was being crushed among a bunch of people, the clothes on and off his body were stripped away, and the whole body was placed there in a very humiliating gesture.

A hot feeling appeared in his heart, and an unprecedented sense of humiliation emerged, making his strong self-esteem constantly twitching.

Excluding this kind of personality insult, what made him even more chilly was the piles of corpses in front of him, and the one piece of texture inscribed in front of him.

Beside him, a servant-like servant was holding colored pens on his hand, drawing continuously on his body, and carving complex marks one after another on his body.

This is not a good omen, and, when marking the mark, the end of those in front of him made Gruul feel chilled.

With a sharp knife stabbed in, the hearts were constantly dug out and placed in different plates. As for the rest of the body, they were randomly placed in the junkyard dedicated to disposing of corpses and became one of them.

"Will I die like this?"

This kind of death method has no dignity, so that as long as Gruul thought that he would die with such a look, he could not help feeling cold for a while.

As a warrior and commander-in-chief, he was not afraid of dying on the battlefield, nor did he avoid that his body was chopped into several pieces, and his death was miserable.

But now this kind of death method is challenging his imagination limit, giving him the urge to commit suicide on the spot.

Unfortunately, even if he wanted to commit suicide on the spot, the people here did not give him this opportunity.

Before he came here ~ www.novelhall.com ~ he was cast a spell on him. At this moment, there was a feeling of powerlessness on his body, and he couldn't even do so with his hands and feet.

Feeling this, he finally closed his eyes and could not bear to look at it any longer, and could only wait for his death in silence.

His look was seen by Angola, so he couldn't help smiling: "Brother, what you look like now is really big enough compared to what you used to be."

When the words fell, Gruul's eyes moved, but in the end he didn't open his eyes. Quan Dang didn't hear it.

Seeing his response, Angola shrugged, which was a bit boring.

In the distance, a gust of wind is coming.

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