Chapter 1231: Tool Dragon

Scattered Mars wandered in the air with the hot wind, and the hot air licked the skin of the cultists. They stood tremblingly in the circle of fire, surrounded by a vertically burning ring of fire walls.
They looked around desperately and confusedly. Why did they deal with such small characters, the mourning wind, and the Congress sent out powerful figures like "Duke Black Dragon"?
"Baron Rojas... right?" Outside the fire wall, Cervantes turned his head and gazed at the nobleman standing beside him, "Mar Rojas, is this name right?"
Under the watchful eye of the Black Dragon, Baron Rojas couldn't help but cough a few times, his face flushed suddenly.
"Because I am a long-lived species, I cannot understand the life concept of the short-lived species, but you are now in your fifties, why do you do this kind of thing?" Cervantes raised his eyebrows and said exaggeratedly, "You But "Master", life extension should not be difficult for you?"
Then, his face suddenly sank, his smile converged, and his eyes gradually became colder. "And, you were on our side at the beginning. You should know that Serra absolutely can't tolerate this behavior. So, why do you even want to contact evil? Christians, how about trying to get a life extension from them? Tell me."
At this time, the guards of the town hurried to see the tall figure with the first two horns, and his heart shook, "Duke, Grand Duke?!"
Cervantes turned a deaf ear, and the dark yellow vertical pupil stared at Baron Rojas, sweating the nobleman.
Sweat aroused by the scorching wind, Baron Rojas leaned on his cane, feeling dry and coughing, as if he had to cough up his internal organs.
Seeing his embarrassed appearance, Cervantes pouted his lips, snapped his fingers, and the ring of fire surrounding the cultists suddenly went out. Then, without looking at them, he pointed to the cultists, "Go Grab them."
Hearing the arrest of Baron Rojas, he suddenly saw an explosion in a corner of the town. At that time, they vaguely felt that there was something wrong with it. As a result, it seems that it was their boss who ‘something went wrong’.
They did not hesitate at all. After the top-level boss ordered it, they rushed over, threw down the cultists who had not yet recovered, and handcuffed them.
"... Lord Lord, you can't understand us, so naturally we don't know our desire for longevity." After the flames were extinguished, Mal Rojas coughed again, and his breathing slowly eased and silenced for a moment. Said hoarsely.
With that, he secretly observed the man for a few times, only to find that there was no sympathy in those dark yellow eyes, and he was indifferent.
With bitterness in his heart, Baron Rojas lowered his head slightly, looking at the back of his hand with wrinkles, recalling his strong age, and became a chess piece inserted by the maid long among the nobles, overturning the entire sadness. Lead the noble class, and beat them up no longer.
I have done so many things. Under the leadership of the maidservant, I managed my territory to be vivid and colorful, breaking through the shackles of my fathers and grandparents, and successfully making the territory prosperous...
It is a pity that his ambitions were gradually worn away with the passage of time. One day, he suddenly woke up and found out that he was so old that his body organs began to age and weaken.
"I was lucky, I really shouldn't have done this..." Baron Rojas sighed. "I thought I had made a contribution to the maid's great cause, so I was lucky and thought she would open one. With one eye closed, let me go this time, but I didn't expect..."
Without waiting for the words of Baron Rojas, Cervantes snorted and interrupted his words, "No matter how much credit, nothing can't be touched! Just touch once, if we don't care You, you will feel lucky and think that you can do it again. If there are two or three, if Sarah allows the meritorious to do these things, then the Principality will not mess up?"
Baron Rojas opened his mouth and seemed to want to say something, but the black dragon said impatiently: "You don’t have to say anything now, I know you want to explain, but it doesn’t matter how you explain. , Using blood sacrifice methods to please evil spirits, want them to help you extend your life? Are you stupid or something? If pleasing evil spirits is so useful, why do other nobles not do that? Do you think they don’t know this? Method, or think they are constrained by the church and dare not do this kind of thing?"
Cervantes embraced his hands and looked coldly at the old man in front of him, sneering: "You are a short-lived species. How much do humans desire longevity, don't you know it yourself? There are so many nobles in this world Thought you were so daring to do such a thing? Don't joke!"
Mal Rojas's face was getting ugly, and every word of the Black Dragon was like a knife, stabbed into his heart, and kept stirring in it.
There are so many nobles in this world, and there are many people who are even bolder than him, at least he thinks he is still quite cautious, but why is this happening?
The more he pondered, the more terrified Baron Rojas felt. He always felt like he had overlooked something, but he couldn't remember it!
Why did he become like this? Just worry about dying because you are simply getting old?
However, as a mage, he has other ways to extend his life, and he does not need to please the evil spirits at all. This method is very unreliable.
Why, why, why, why...
Why do countless people fill his mind and make his brain swell and pain, can't help raising his hands to cover his head, he feels like there is something to get out of his brain!
Cervantes suddenly stopped tapping the sole of the ground, the impatient emotion swept away, and his eyes narrowed slightly towards Marro Rojas.
He seemed to smell something...
Seeing Marro Rojas' hands stretched out of his hands holding his head, the Black Dragon couldn't help but lick his lips.
Anyway, even if he was taken back, it was not a death sentence but at least a life sentence. It would be better for him to contribute his final value here...
Baron Rojas has no time to pay attention to other things, his brain is as if something is poured into it, there is something, there is something-
"what……"
The old man gave a painful moan. His movement attracted the attention of the guards, and even the cultists seemed a little surprised.
"Let's go quickly, if you stay here, you may be dead!" Cervantes reminded those people without looking back, a happy smile on his face, the last time and progress When the goddess played, he hadn't played enough yet!
Although the enemy did not know how powerful this time, it should be impossible to be a legendary level, probably an ordinary transcendent?
However, at least there is a fight to fight!
The eyeballs were swirling around in their eyes, and Baron Rojas breathed quickly, only feeling the sky spinning and dizzy.
Among the rotating world in front of him, only the smile of the Black Dragon is the most conspicuous. The only thing he can see right now is the face of the Black Dragon.
"Lord Lord, Lord Lord..." Baron Rojas called shortly, with a headache that made him feel weak and weak, with only a cane supporting his body, and his legs had no strength.
"Save me, save me... can you save me~EbookFREE.me~ right?"
Black dragon eyes shone with evil spirits, shook his head slightly, and said softly: "Think of the poor people who were sacrificed by your blood, if I save you, how should I explain to them? You say yes? So I think , It’s better that you die here..."
With that said, he couldn't help laughing.
"you……"
Mar Rojas' voice stopped abruptly, his mouth wide open, but his voice was blocked in his throat.
Suddenly his head split open to both sides, and through the gap in his head, Cervantes could see the muscles and the white Sensen skull, as well as the flower rooted in the brain.
The holy white flowers tore Mar Rojas' head from the inside, exposing his body to the air.
Looking at this scene, Cervantes breathed involuntarily.
Good luck!
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