I, the Lord of the End

Chapter 113, attracting worldwide attention

The 8000-meter-long blade of light not only illuminated the nearby night sky for hundreds of kilometers during the battle in the air of the Bad Wolf Principality, but this battle even fell into the eyes of many beings around the world.

In the Far East, in the Talan Grassland, in the golden wolf tent of Attila's nomadic empire, a supreme being sitting in a tent made of ancient solid skin suddenly opened his eyes.

This being was short in stature, with a broad chest, a big head and small eyes, a sparse gray beard, a flat nose, and an uneven body shape, but his body always glowed with an indescribable star brilliance. He pushed away The woman beside her casually put on a robe made of the skin of the behemoth giant beast, quietly looking at the distant starry sky.

He is the Holy See of the Nomadic Empire, known as the Khan of Heaven, and the Supreme Holy See who once created the "Dark Messiah" event-Attila.

The Holy See, who was born in the 4597th year of the Holy Empire Calendar, has now entered middle age, as hot and powerful as the sun at eleven or twelve o'clock in the noon, the blood energy around him is released wantonly, and the star pattern on his body is the one that defeated the ancient Substantial evidence.

His name once made the Holy Empire fear, and his shadow once made that invincible empire terrified.

No one knows the origin of the nomadic race in the Far East. Only a few secret volumes of nomadic empires have ever told such a story—a long time ago, across the Talan Prairie and the giant Krieger Grassland desert, and then across the sad There used to be a place called Khotan, where the earliest records of nomadic tribes began. According to legend, there was a great empire farther east of Khotan, which once became the hegemon of the world. level nation and united all races.

They don't believe in gods, but choose to oppose the Void Realm. Although this great empire has won world-renowned victories, with the movement of the Void Realm border and the entry into force of the taboo contract, finally in one night, most of the empire's residential areas were destroyed. Annihilated, their cities were also destroyed, leaving only ruins.

All the history of this great empire has been swallowed by the ancient entity, their great achievements have been forgotten, their glorious history has become impossible to be mentioned, and the original text, image, and rhythm records have disappeared, only a few secret volumes remain. It records the grand occasion of a star and a half.

Many nomadic tribes withdrew westward before being completely devoured by the Void. According to the secret volume, they set off in a place called "Tongliao" and experienced a long-distance migration of [-] kilometers, and finally came to the giant grassland desert of Krieger settle down.

This group of nomads is also called "Junus". They came to the Far Eastern prairie and mixed with the Linhe Ross, Roma and orcs who originally lived here, and gradually formed the prototype of the nomadic empire. .

Attila "Khan" is the latest nomadic Holy See.

In the 4752nd year of the Imperial Calendar, an unprecedentedly large army led by Attila, a mixture of Huns, Linhe Russ, Roma and Orcs, began the Western Expedition. The imperial army tried their best to resist but could not Defeating this nomadic army, what's worse is that the Holy Empire, which is in the empty period of the Holy See, is no match for Attila.

Attila fought all the way to the city of Tarongran, the capital of the empire. Flavis, the archbishop of Jupiter, the god of law, and Prince Eugen, Marshal of the Holy Empire, demanded negotiations outside the city and warned Attila not to invade the Holy White Land. city.

Out of various considerations, Attila, who felt threatened by the gods of heaven, finally agreed to peace talks to withdraw his troops. He returned to the prairie with an astonishing amount of wealth and continued his ruling career.

What's rather black and humorous is that it was obviously a peace negotiation, but after Attila's retreat, the Black Eagle Dynasty has always regarded this event as a major historical achievement, and has been constantly promoting it. It is believed that Attila retreated in fear of the power of the Holy Empire.

"Where is hell? Where is heaven?" Attila looked at the distant starry sky and whispered alone, "The King of Pain personally tried to save his believers, but the gods of heaven will only do so when I may expose their followers." Only come forward to warn when you believe.

"What is heaven? Above heaven, is there a real heaven?" Tian Khan cast his eyes on the higher sky: "How should heaven be defined? Does the heaven we long for really exist?"

"Heh, this is my paradise, the prairie is my paradise!"

Since the "Dark Messiah Invasion", Attila has never personally led a war. His golden tent has been nomadic on the prairie over time, allowing several major khanates under his command to fight among themselves. Incessantly, every warrior in the nomadic empire is eager to come to their Tian Khan for guidance, and only the strongest can do so. Many people speculate that Tian Khan deliberately maintains this chaotic state of war.

Facts have proved that they are right, only in troubled times will there be talents.

Because from the meeting at the gate of the Holy White City, Attila had already understood the truth of the matter.

I won't play with you anymore.

I play my own.

"The prophecy of the seven seals is happening, the one who lives on the mountain of heaven, can you continue to sit still?"

The light elves, the floating city of the radiance of a thousand suns, are surrounded by endless rays of light.

An old elf in a golden robe and white beard was talking with the legendary light elf bear druid "Emerald Walker" at the bottom of the steps. He glanced in the direction of the Wolf Principality as if he had a premonition.

The old elf looks very old, which is not common among light elves at all. His face is full of wrinkles, the crow's feet at the corners of his eyes are deeply carved into his face, and the nasolabial folds plow a deep groove from the side of his nose , her cheeks were loose and sunken, only her slender white beard was well groomed.

He is Gilgalad-Guardian of Light, the only surviving Holy See Supreme of the Light Elves, and the power of daylight is revealed.

Even as the Holy See Supreme, Gilgalad still lived an unusually long life. He was born in the 2926th year of the Holy Empire calendar and almost witnessed the changes of three eras. The Holy Empire felt that his life span was at the end of the Fourth Dynasty , talking about when it was time for him to die.

As a result, it is now the Sixth Dynasty, and the 5000th year of the Holy Empire has passed, and Gilgalad is still alive.

You are dead and I am not dead!Do you know it?
The Emerald Walker under his seat was originally reporting the situation of this mission, but after talking for a while, he didn't get a response from the Sunshine Power, so he stopped talking and asked tentatively: "The Great Imperial Palace?"

"Oh, I'm sorry, I'm a little distracted." The white-haired and white-bearded old man was stunned for a few seconds, and his smile resumed: "It's okay, I already know the things in general, I don't blame you, I made a mistake in my decision, and let you run away." This trip has been hard work."

"Grand Imperial Palace!" Seeing that the old man didn't have any intention of blaming himself, the emerald walker only felt warm all over his body, he couldn't help sobbing, and saluted the old man heavily, tears rolled down from the corners of his eyes: "It's our incompetence. !"

As an envoy, he naturally knew why Gilgalad sent him this trip, and naturally he also knew how much the preface, the only remaining Holy See Supreme, had paid for protecting the light elves.

Gilgalad hadn't done anything in person for more than 800 years. He had paid too much for this race. It seemed to outsiders that he lived an abnormally long life. Only insiders knew about his sacrifice.

"It's okay. When you think about it carefully, a tear of the dragon god is really irrelevant. If she is willing to help me in that matter, then a tear of the dragon god is not even a meeting gift. If she is unwilling to help us, a tear of the dragon god Tears of the Dragon God can't change her mind, I know Cecilia." The old man raised his hand to signal the emerald walker to go down: "Go, I'm tired, oh, and, go and tell Knet, don't let yourself go. I don't blame him, I just hope this time he can learn a lesson, and that's enough."

The emerald walker went down, the old man sat on the seat, he sighed a long time, smiled suddenly, and hammered his legs with his withered hands.

"Keep going, old man, we still have time, we still have a chance."

"We can't rest yet, otherwise the future of the light elves... will only be darkness."

Seven Shields Alliance, Matris, Skydome Academy, Wizard Holy Land, Tower of Shining Stars.

A middle-aged man who was conducting a magic experiment raised his head and looked into the distance with a premonition.

He is the chief wizard of the Supreme Nebula of the Seven Shields Alliance, who is known as the "half of the holy seat".

"What's the matter? Mentor?" A young wizard saw that the teacher suddenly stopped moving, and asked with concern: "Is there a mistake in the ratio this time?"

"It's okay, it's just that some troublesome things happened in the distance." The man shook his head: "Leonardo, I need to concentrate. The blood moon is approaching, and the Seven Shields must be able to protect themselves."

"Yes!" The young wizard nodded, but he knew that the grown-up man hadn't finished speaking.

"You can go to the stag's side. I can't get away from my side. Wish that young lady a happy birthday for me."

"clear."

………I am the dividing line that seizes time………

In 5017 of the Holy Empire Calendar, at the end of November, the second day of the final battle in the Great Garden of the Light Elves.

When Sid woke up from his sleep, he immediately felt sharp and severe pain scraping across his cerebral cortex like a steel knife. Only when he regained consciousness a little, the pain caused his body to twitch, his legs and hands trembled endlessly, Accompanied by a burning itching and heat in the throat, as well as an unpleasant feeling in the stomach from time to time.

"Careless." Sid covered his head with his hands, the pain spreading all over his body made him very uncomfortable, and he wished he could fall asleep again at this time.

He really didn't expect that Pain King would do it himself, and the eye contact with the devil king almost destroyed all his sanity, and had an indelible impact on his spirit, if Sid was not the god of the ring The eternal god chosen, the moment he looks directly at the king of pain, he will die.

He habitually reached out to touch the head of the bed and touched the Holy Grail of Nightmare. The golden cup immediately appeared in Sid's hand. He subconsciously wanted to take a sip, but found that the bubbling black-red dirty slurry in the Holy Grail of Nightmare came directly from the cup. Squirt it out and douse Sid all over his face!
Originally exuding a strong stench, it should have been a disaster if the turbid, bubbling slurry was sprayed on Sid's face, but Sid, the person involved, felt extremely refreshed, like Ah San bathing in the water of the Ganges River Like, rain from the sky, clean and hygienic, fresh and delicious.

Puff~puff~puff~ The Holy Grail of Nightmare continuously spewed out dirty pus, and Sid directly took the Holy Grail and poured it into his own mouth, mouthful after mouthful.

Obviously, the information collected by the Holy Grail of Nightmare in this battle far exceeded the upper limit it can hold at present, and Sid didn't want to waste it, so he simply drank it all.

After gulping nearly two liters of slurry in one breath, the Holy Grail of Sin Nightmare stopped overflowing. Sid put down the Holy Grail, panting lightly.

Countless taboo knowledge, torture, madness, hundreds of methods of using torture instruments, and horrible images of hell, a little chaotic and crazy memory of the Painful King Aheima, and Mecklen appeared in his mind. Earl's memory.

Sid dared not touch the memory of Maharaja Ahima, and Mecklen's memory was not of much value to Sid, after all, Earl Mecklen had told him about himself.

The most valuable memory is the skills of Count Mecklen when he was a member of the Inquisition of Heresy, how to make mercury bullets and various sacred props, how to use shotguns and muskets to "gun counter", the combat experience of swift sword and one-handed sword .

These need time to digest slowly, Sid shook his head, he had already drank almost two liters of serum just now, but the tingling sensation in his mind did not disappear, it was only temporarily suppressed while drinking the serum , as soon as he stopped, he quickly made a comeback.

After all, it was the spiritual attack of the Seven Kings of Hell, and it was impossible to completely avoid it by drinking the serum. Seeing this, Sid lay back on the bed, only then did he realize that there was a faint fragrance all over his body, as if covered by The quilt and the pillow below, according to the usual habits, this is absolutely impossible to smell in my bedroom.

It was Celeste's body fragrance, and Sid realized that this should be Celeste's bed, and he was lying on her bed.

Then he should be in the luxurious suite of Madam Acorn Hotel, Sid gradually understood, he groped to get out of bed, leaned on the wall to find the bathroom and put water on himself, resisting the tingling in his head to return Go to the bed, cover the quilt and lie down obediently, with a dizzy head, trying to think about the current situation.

Finally, finally revenge.

Finally, finally, it's all over at Bad Wolf.

I made things go to such an extent, I made the truth known to the whole world, I hammered the identity of the devil believer in front of everyone, and even the king of hell appeared on the stage, it is impossible for this situation to be completely liquidated again ?

Sid thought as he lay on his back in bed.

Suddenly, there was some movement at the door. Sid subconsciously closed his eyes and pretended to be asleep, opened his eyes of judgment, and listened.

The familiar sound of high heels hitting the wooden floor should be Celeste.

There was also a distinct footstep, unmistakably Cecilia.

They were coming towards the door.

"Impossible, Your Majesty, why do you want to condescend to live in my suite when you are such an honorable person? Obviously, all the manors in Wolf Castle can be chosen by you." Celesty's voice was annoyed. Annoyed: "I know you care about your disciples, but this is too...too..."

"Celis, as you said, I can choose whatever I want, can you still stop me?" The hot spring-like voice is full of playfulness and fun: "Lend me to play for a few days~"

"No, Your Highness, he is mine! He is my...my...servant...my contractor." Celesty's voice became softer and weaker, and the feeling of strangeness and torture spread across the room. Sid at the door can feel it: "It's also my choice..."

"Who chose it? You chose it?" Cecilia's voice showed a hint of threat and pride:
"My Royal Highness, you don't want to lose my support for you, do you?"

"Well~" Celeste was caught in a complete dilemma.

She was going crazy, why did the great priest just stare at her things?

Sid: "..."

The door opens.

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