Vol 2 Chapter 574: God and Verdict

The banquet is still going on.
Mayn, the genius of the Black Purple City, a pure blood descendant of the powerful fifth-level spirit ring Un'Goro, it seems that he has not taken the previous thing to heart, he is receiving a welcome, there are many flowers here And applause, many people boast, and the eyes that many beautiful girls admire.
It was n’t just Morin and another fourth-level true meaning, but even other people, Meyn, who was intoxicated with joy, also did n’t pay any attention.
Serov's face was gloomy, and he was quietly watching the scene in front of him.
Moments later, Sherov turned and walked to the remote back of the hall, his body slowly disappearing into darkness and shadow.
In the shadow in front, there was already someone waiting, no one else, but Byron, Angelo's personal butler.
"Byron." Serov stared at the Byron in front. He roared, and there was a thick and deep voice in his throat, dark brown hair at first, as if not a vampire, but a real lion.
"Selov ... Uh!"
Byron looked at Serov. He bowed slightly and wanted to say something, but at the next moment, Serov rushed over and slammed Byron heavily against the wall.
Byron groaned and snarled painfully. He wanted to say something, but he couldn't say a word. In front of him, a pair of eyes kept staring at his Serov.
"Byron, old Byron, have you forgotten the agreement with me, didn't you say that you want to help me become the future master of Black and Purple City?" Sherov's body shivered slightly, and he shouted suddenly. , Said: "How can you help me in this scene, you say, how can you help me?"
"Look, take a look, Mayn, my nephew Mayn, how much praise he has received. The bloodline on him is very pure. After that, he married three vampire brides, not to mention that he is more Descendants of pure blood, just say that he, his own blood will be further purified. As you said, there is a problem with the blood on Mayn, but you tell me now, what is wrong with him? " Serov's arms pressed heavily on Byron's throat, his eyes extremely fierce.
Byron's face had become extremely pale. He wanted to speak, but he just exhaled with difficulty, and it seemed extremely difficult.
Serov looked quietly at the struggling Byron. After a long time, when Byron was about to persevere, he moved his hand and released Byron.
"Byron, old Byron, don't forget, you said it, come to help me." Serov leaned down, he looked at the coughing constantly, Byron looked very embarrassed, stretched out his hand, gently Pulling La Byron's messy collar, he looked at Byron's eyes and said, "Don't forget, you know?"
"No ... I won't forget it." Byron coughed constantly. He looked a little flustered, and he didn't dare to stare at Chelov.
Sheroff smiled slightly, he helped Byron to sort out the collar of the clothes, and then slowly stood up and said: "It will be a blood moon soon, and Mayn will come to marry his bride, This is our last chance, and we cannot miss it here. "
"No, no Chelov ... cough ... cough ..."
Byron stood up slowly, he was talking, but his voice was intermittent, and it sounded very difficult.
"It won't be good." Serov turned around and finally looked at Byron. "Byron, God will not bless you. What we can do is just believe in ourselves."
With that said, Serov turned around and left slowly.
After Byron sat on the ground for a while, he slowly stood up against the wall.
As if nothing had happened, he returned to the banquet and began to continue with other things. Finally, after a long time, the banquet was over. Byron asked the servants to tidy up the place and wait for everything After all recovered, he turned and left.
But Byron did not return to his room to rest. He came to the corner of a staircase and stood in front of a darkness. As his lips moved slightly, the darkness here changed silently and appeared in a The strange dark door.
The other side of the door is also a staircase, winding down, not knowing where it leads.
Byron didn't hesitate much about this new staircase, and as soon as he moved, he walked straight in.
He walked a long distance, walked the stairs, walked the tunnel, and walked the last section, and finally, he appeared in an underground hall.
All around was dim, with shimmering light.
Byron straightened up and came to the front of the platform. He looked at the believers in black robes gathered underneath, with a faint smile on his face.
"God ..."
"God, ..."
The believers raised their arms high and cheered.
"God, God." Byron turned around. He looked at a huge statue shrouded in huge darkness in front of the high platform, and only a vaguely shaped giant statue appeared vaguely, and his face showed incomparable worship and fanaticism.
"You transcend everything and wish your blessing."
"God, the blood moon is coming. The time we have waited for a long time is important. Please wait patiently."
Byron said, he knelt down on the ground, and drew a strange prayer gesture on his chest, praying to the statue in front.
Many believers under the platform also knelt down on the ground. They shouted the name of God and were also praying.
There was an indescribable breath in the air, the enthusiasm in the whole hall, the faith of the devotees, and in front of the statue, a black wave of phantom appeared, gurgle Nourish, gourd, as if it were an ocean wave, and it seems to be an innumerable mud.
A faint purple light appeared in God's eyes, circling nonstop.
God finally opened his eyes and stared quietly at the believers in this world.
In a trance, countless moving voices sounded.
God.
God ...
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The courtyard was deep, and the tall canopy propped up the branches, casting a thick shade.
There was an old man in sackcloth under the big tree. He stared at the scores on the stone table. His eyes were warm, but his brows were slightly raised, as if he was caught in thought.
Mary came under the big tree. She looked at the old man, feeling a little uneasy in her heart.
"Under the pope."
Mary bowed towards the old man, looking very respectful.
She is indeed very respectful, because this old man in linen is the Pope of the Eternal Light, and at the same time, one of the only two sixth-level thrones in the wizarding world.
Throne of Light.
His name is Calfino. He has been on the throne for a long time, and he has protected the eternal light for a long time.
"Mary, you shouldn't be here." Calfino raised his eyes and looked at Mary in front of him, speaking lightly. His eyes were warm, but there was an unspeakable power in it that made Mary lower his head. He dared not stare at him and said, "Angolo killed the priest of our eternal light. Although you are a priest in red, but you come here, it is also very dangerous."
"Under the Pope's crown, I just, just ..."
Mary's lips twitched slightly, he wanted to say something, but he couldn't say a word.
"He asked you to come." Calfino seemed to think of something. He smiled and said, "The man you brought back from the Duchy of the Lionheart Flames, their second prince, Allen."
Allen?
The man who stole the torch and finally left the Principality of Lionheart Flames, as if walking in endless light.
"I had a conversation with him."
Mary was silent for a moment, and then she continued to say, "But, I actually want to come and see for myself."
"Under the crown, I know it's dangerous here, but I want to know why I can't be a real magistrate in red."
"Yes, I am the bloodline of the night bat, and one of the purest blood, but you adopted me, and have been using light power to cleanse my body. I do n’t have a little dark breath now, I can say I am a human girl, and I have come to this step by step. Finally, not long ago, I became a fourth-level real intention, but I could not become a great priest. "
"Under the crown ... Under the crown ... I can't pull out the sword of adjudication, no matter how hard I try, I can't pull it out."
Mary spoke, her shoulders twitched slightly, and she looked very painful.
On her waist, there is a black cross sword, which hangs quietly around her waist, hangs down, motionless, and appears extremely indifferent.
"Mary, boy, my boy." Calfino came to Mary. He sighed, extended his hand, and patted Mary on the shoulder gently, saying: "The ruling, cut all the dark rulings. Priest, Mary, you have just become the fourth level of true meaning now, which is too heavy for you, you ... "
"Under the crown, when I was nine years old, I took the sword of ruling from you ~ EbookFREE.me ~ I decided, this life, ruling is my destiny."
"Company with the light, cut through the darkness."
Mary's voice is very soft, but in her voice, there is a kind of unspeakable firmness.
Calfino looked at Mary quietly, and he shook his head.
"In the Black and Purple City, you can pull out the sword of adjudication." He looked at Mary and said this.
"When you don't need you to go to Blood Moon, kill your three sisters."
Mary shuddered.
She looked up at Calfino in front of her, moved her body, and bowed down again.
"Thank you ... Under the crown, thank you, thank you for telling me." She said softly.
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