Academic Gathering with Lich Colleagues

Chapter 508 Familiar Recipes, Familiar Tastes

Have a grudge against Uncle Ralph?Uncle and nephew repayment?Lyall hadn't figured out the relationship between Gallalon and Ralph yet, but he felt speechless for a while. He actually had a day to be implicated because of Uncle Ralph.

But, aren't you a bit frustrated, if you can't beat your uncle, you beat your nephew.

Lyle didn't dare to show the discrimination in his heart, because the coercion acting on him was real.

So Mr. Lyle is the first to be cowardly.

"That... sir, did we have some misunderstanding?" Lyle raised his head tremblingly, with a flattering smile on his face.

Gallalon froze.

An invisible magic force left a wound on Lyle's face, and Gallalon sent blood into his mouth. He took a sip and looked at Lyle suspiciously.

Disappointment was written all over his face.

"Are you really the nephew of Ralph's bad wolf?"

"..." It doesn't look like I'm really sorry, after all, everyone I meet in this world seems to be stronger than me, and this kind of personality is not something I can decide.

"There is no problem with the blood, it is incredible. The blood of the wolf is connected to... a Corgi."

Lyle fell into a rage inside, and the ominous omen was repeating the roar of killing him in his mind, but Lyle was still smiling on the surface.

Gallalon smiled.

"The appearance is deceiving, but the inside is still the same as him, and he likes to do some small tricks."

The strange pressure twisted the five fingers of Lyle's right hand, and the piercing pain made Lyle almost faint. The omen was spreading cold fear to every part of Lyle's mind, suppressing the pain with coldness.

"What are you planning? Casting spells? Ciphers?"

Lyle originally planned to secretly use the ring to ask for help, but realized that his ring had been given to Kevin when his palm was empty.

There is no foreign aid, only myself.

External force is ultimately unreliable.

The right hand was like a red hot iron, sending a steady stream of pain to Lyle's nerves.

Superficial overtures are meaningless, this ruthless vampire will not let him go, and with the help of the wounded anger, Lyle looks at Gallalon viciously.

"That's right, that's the look, Lyle, you look so much like him, and torturing you will definitely provide me with a lot of fun."

pleasure?Lyle narrowed his eyes, and the black pupils were constantly dilated.

Opposite is the newly promoted Anti-Christ, powerful, so powerful that he is complacent.Gallalon is an extremely narcissistic person, his strength is enough to make him defiant.Ralph must have caught his arrogance and defeated him.

Gallalon's weakness is already obvious, and Ralph, who is so proud of him, is his weakness.

Thinking like Ralph, he bared his fangs at the wound of his prey.

Lyle and Omen agree, and the two separate personalities overlap.

"It's really sad, Gallalon." Lyle smiled on his face, and the unruly eyes made Gallalon feel an unknown fire in his heart.

"Say it again." The indifferent voice smashed down the boulder, and the pressure hit Lyle's head on the ground, bleeding from the head. Lyle's consciousness was like a machine that was about to be scrapped, relying on his own will to hold on .

"sad……"

The blood lance pierced his palm, the pressure crushed his bones like a hammer, and Lyle collapsed to the ground like a reptile.

The mouth is like a wine glass full of blood, and every part of the internal organs is like a fire.

Lyle, hang on.

The blood-soaked vocal cords continued to speak. Although it was intermittent and slurred, Gallalon, who had a keen sense, would definitely be able to hear his words clearly.

"Your strength is indeed strong, but your inner body is not worthy of this strength at all, Gallalon, you are a dwarf in spirit. This is why you will lose to Ralph."

"Your soul is too weak."

This is a provocation, a threat from the ants to the giant, and the choice is not on my side.Lyle is taking a gamble of his life.

"My soul is weak?" Galalon crouched in front of Lyle, looking at his broken doll-like body.

"As a spiritual master, you are very poor in soul studies, what right do you have to say this to me, Mr. Lyle."

Gallalon overheard Lyall's conversation with Beatrice before, even though he didn't exist at that time.

"You have memories of Joshua."

"Joshua? Oh, it's the name of the substitute my father gave birth to. His existence is for my resurrection."

"He's your brother."

"Brother? Brother is very easy to use." Gallalon narrowed his eyes, "For example, now, I can understand you, Lyle, a spiritual mage who is strong but capable."

"Let me re-introduce myself. I am Galalon Luo Shutar, the former Angel of Water, the leader of the Crusaders. I am responsible for baptism and teaching in the church, as well as [correction] of heresy."

"I am among the four angels, and I am quite good at soul science."

Lyle's eyes widened, "What do you want to do!" His eyes were dark and dull, and they were eyes of fear.

Seeing Lyle panicked, Gallalon strengthened his determination.

"Lyle the Pure, I will corrupt your soul and turn you into my true puppet."

Lyle closed his eyes, like the last resistance after his heart was ashamed.

But actually...

Damn, finally tricked this madman, corrupting me, this is the funniest joke I've heard since I woke up from bad omens.

Come on, come to my spiritual world and face another real version of me.

"No!" A scolding made Lyle's hair stand on end.

It's Beatrice.

The coming of the Anti-Christ put the female vampire into fear instantly, and she was not deliberately targeted by Galalon like Lyle, but the suppression at the blood level was not much less than the pressure Lyle received.

Galalon's suppression of Lyle is only a submission of strength.

Gallalon oppresses Beatrice, the lamb oppressed by God.

She could only kneel on the ground, unable to even make a sound.

But Beatrice finally broke through the oppression of the blood source and raised a veto to her god.

Beatrice bowed her head tremblingly in Gallalon's sight, showing subservience and obedience.

Galalon turned his head and smiled at Lyle, "Your lover?"

"My little sister-in-law."

"There's no need to deny it. If I want, I can execute her at any time." Gallalon easily spoke of Lyle's deepest fear.

"However, I have found a better way to treat women and children kindly, which is one of the principles that paladins abide by."

"Lyle, after I control you, I will use you to destroy everything about Ralph."

Gallalon stroked Lyle's face, his consciousness sinking into Lyall's head.

In the darkness, the blood-red sun burst into dazzling light.

"It's all fear, it's a terrible spiritual world, is this boy about to collapse? It doesn't matter, even if you collapse, I will reshape you."

The bloody consciousness roared in Lyle's mind.

"Lyle, meet your angel."

"Have an audience?" Lyle's voice sounded in the darkness, "I really mean it."

The haggard giant stood up from the darkness, only the crescent-like smiling face was strangely clear on the blurred face.Emaciated limbs waved waves of terror, and hundreds of screaming souls of agony climbed up Garalon's body.

The Antichrist looked at the giant with fear on his face.

"No! No! No! He is still sleeping, you can't be Him, you can't be... Triton..."

With a sly smile, the ominous swallowed the miserable soul with fear.

Darkness swallowed the bloody light.

"Of course I am not Triton, but I am still your god, your god of death."

"Die, Galalon, you are so weak to be tricked into coming to me by Lyle."

(End of this chapter)