Chapter 216: Idiotic

Chief Superintendent Mark raised his head. He has an old, pale face like a dead body, which is common among the Arcanist community.
In the darkness of the icy tomb, a burning brazier illuminated his face, and his eyes reflected the blue flame.
"I read a letter from the Tyre Observatory..."
He whispered to the silent audience, the ancient flesh and blood apostle.
"The letter said... I was attacked by the dead. They used bones and claws to climb into my armor and made deep scores on the blessed metal, but they could not pierce my sacred flesh. I started. Repeat the Yingshi oath to kill the ignorant and the deceiver, and they should know the truth of the forgotten words."
Mark clenched his fists, and the flames around him whispered as his body tightened.
"My flames burned out their bones, making them no longer able to be against me, but they are too many."
"Calm down, chief supervisor."
The flesh and blood apostle roared, the sound was like the tomb itself was endowed with words, the incredible deep bass echoed between the peaceful tombstones, deep into the entire dark chamber, and every word was calm and calm.
In the open metal coffin, semi-mechanical creations like poisonous scorpions walked out slowly. Eight mechanical legs with claws smoothly crossed the floor without leaving a trace of scratches lightly.
If you look up from the waist, you will mistake it as a warrior wearing steel armor, its posture is calm, four arms embrace the chest, covered with a blue-gray carapace, just like the legendary appeared.
In the past, the Flesh Envoy was a well-known arcanist, fought alongside other greatest casters of all time, and served as a professor of the arcane academy. Mark also studied each of his papers and diaries. Each piece is a perfect masterpiece of rhetoric and knowledge, full of the pursuit of true knowledge.
In addition, its ability to shape and change is equally remarkable, but he fell on a certain day. A very ordinary and plain morning, like a powerless old man, walked into the arms of death, only 42 years old.
"You are too resistant to changes, and change is the true meaning of knowledge, and you should accept them as thankfully as knowledge in books."
Tyrol, the wise man's remaining limbs were buried in the iron coffin in front of Mark. Even if his body was completely decaying, he continued to live in the grave made of a new shell and became the flesh and blood messenger today.
Although most of the other flesh and blood messengers have gradually succumbed to madness and insanity, Tyrol still maintains a general consciousness. The highest supervisor Oriba once said that it was precisely because of his belief that Tyrol was not kept. Fall into the darkness.
"Yes, respected elders."
The frustration and anger on Marduk's body disappeared. He smiled slightly. His face, which was originally confused and distorted by anger, returned to calm again, and his black eyes flashed.
"Pray for enlightenment, but don't be impatient."
Tyrol continued.
"Knowledge and power will be granted, as long as you continue to walk on the path of devotion, but you must actively take the real embrace, they will give you support, only in this way can you lift the fog in front of your eyes, and only then can you understand the classics Moral, don’t need to be afraid to change, because you are changing yourself."
Suddenly, Tyrol raised its huge robotic arm, hissing steam from his joints.
"My weapon is eager to destroy ignorance."
The terrifying killing machine roared.
"Has dawn come today?"
"Not today."
Mark whispered that he suddenly realized that the elder's intellect also began to be abnormal, which he should have expected.
"What about the eternal capital? Is it going well? Have we overthrew the cowards who have left great knowledge?"
Speaking of the Eternal Capital makes Mark feel a tingle in his heart. He longs for the moment of liberation. The imminent victory seems undoubtedly, but the memory in his mind is still vivid, and the anger, hatred and righteous anger in his body are still burning. .
The wizards, as well as the minions of the rotten aristocracy, still tried to obstruct it.
"The ignorant emperor is still sitting on the throne of the Purple Palace, elder."
Mark spoke with a bitter whisper.
"But his end is not far away..."
"Very good! We will bathe in dawn!"
Tyrolean arms crossed, and a crisp metal crash sounded, followed by more echoes.
Surrounding the huge secret hall, metal iron coffins piled up one after another, arranged, and surrounded by the upwardly extending dome, just like the dome of honor where the arcane academy placed the life crystal of the dead arcanist, but the number is even more terrifying. people.
Now, the iron coffins that were originally dead, seem to be activated, one by one, making a crash sound, just like the deceased trying to return to the world, with some kind of horror meaning echoed in the dark room.
Ding Ding~~
Suddenly, a bleak, slow and continuous ring of bells traversed the nave~EbookFREE.me~ Silence followed, and even Tyrol lowered his high arms and stood silent.
A huge presence walked into the hall at a heavy pace. It was wearing huge and gorgeous ancient armor. The hissing mist spewed from the joints. It passed through the black gate. The fine iron frame behind it decorated many ancients. Banner, twisted icon and a thick book, the spiked tip of the fence is filled with pale skull bones.
Federtic, the flesh lord, the oldest, and the closest to the eternal city, is said to have been to that place.
"Chief Supervisor, you almost messed up."
In the frosted voice, Azmodan walked slowly, with a warrior grace in his footsteps, he walked through the dark and musty hall, his armor showed a deep, look The bluish-gray color, the edges are set with dim matte metal, which is exactly the display of his outstanding ability. Each heavy metal plate is perfectly integrated with his strengthened body.
"Sorry, Master Federtic, I just want to check the status of the elders for future actions."
"Humph! They are very good! You can devote yourself to the truth without hesitation at any time, kid! Instead, you guys, move faster, the signal from the starry sky is very clear, we have no time to waste!"
"Of course, respected elders, but we are in mortal territory after all, and everything needs to be careful."
"Don't try to disobey their will, boy, they are the masters who never forgive, and you and I should be the most loyal and glorious warriors, don't let your neglect become your own chance of destruction."
"Understood, I'll leave now."
Facing the mountain-like giant, Mark humbled his bow and slowly exited the hall.
As the brazier extinguished, the silence and darkness enveloped again.