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The priesthood is up to you. —— Complete this ritual perfectly. "

On the first day of junior high school, everyone was stunned.

That majestic voice, just imagining that scene, makes people tense up.

[Fighting as the dead, snatching the right to live]?

Everyone gasped——

Reminiscent of what Roman said, Guda's life response can no longer be sensed.

No way, Guda is really dead!

People even suspect that Guda is still active now, just to complete the trial ceremony in the mouth of the mysterious voice.

In order to meet the adult's appearance ceremony.

no doubt--

Everyone has guessed that that lord is the original leader, the earliest old man in the mountain.

But at this moment, the ominous magic power of purple has begun to burn on Jing Mi's body in the illustration.

Quiet Hassan: "Ah-ahhhhhhhhh!?

Hey, don’t…………! ? "

Bedivere: "Your Excellency Tranquility...!

This breath...is the consciousness hijacked...! "

... Gudong...

People see this swallowing saliva with difficulty,

Well, so scary, so scary!

Is this the strength of the lord who is strong enough to kill all the servants according to Hassan?

He obviously didn't even show his face...

Guda and the others were pushed into a desperate situation.

Curse wrist: "My lord! If you want to use it, please be sure to let me replace it...!

It's too much of a burden for Tranquility! "

however--

? ? ? : "Stupid. It is my sword that cuts off your head.

It is not something that can be used in rituals.

The head of the Old Man of Tranquility will be the offering for this group of people.

Just turn in one side of the scale. "

Boom~!

Seeing the word head, especially the head of Tranquil must be beheaded.

People's brains went blank for an instant, and their thinking exploded.

Kill, kill...Miss Tranquility (Master Master)?Ah, ah? !

how so.

Why is there such an unreasonable ceremony.

Everyone showed fearful eyes and felt terrified.

Isn't Jing Mi a companion?why……

Then, they quickly saw Guda's answer.

There were no words that seemed to hesitate, blurted out almost without thinking—

Guda: "I can't do this kind of thing...!"

The master's words were like a quick-acting heart-saving pill, which instantly calmed the confused and flustered little princesses and gradually calmed down.

If you really want to gain new and powerful combat power, then go and kill that poor and lovely beauty of Tranquility (Master Leader),

Many people can't accept it.

however--

This mysterious first-generation adult ignored Guda,

Just continued: "Don't ask about the process. Just look at the result.

Begin the dance of death, O Silent One.

Which party's leader will be chosen by Wanzhong——

This is Nair's choice. "

When the words of the first generation were finished, there seemed to be a chilling atmosphere in the air, full of murderous intentions.

Fierce battles are imminent!

bang~!With Matthew's last shield attack.

Matthew: "Successfully powerless servants, at least kept the spirit base from being destroyed!"

Tranquility, which was originally controlled, seemed to finally wake up at this moment.

Quiet Hassan: "—Ah——

Everyone... I'm sorry..."

After finishing speaking, Jing Mi fell down and passed out.

? ? ? : "...Although I said snatching the right to life.

But I didn't expect you to want both, what a greedy person.

But it's me who puts my word out and only sees the result.

The good and evil of the process will not ask too much-dissolve. "

After finishing speaking, the standing picture of the old man of the mountain finally appeared in the temple of the new illustration.

Specially dubbed the "Old Man in the Mountain",

The old man said: "Welcome to my spiritual temple.

I am the old man of the mountain, Hassan Sabah. "

The thick, unbelievably stalwart armor and the flickering blue flame in the skull all attracted everyone's attention.

'No death, no decapitation of anyone - hoo, that's great.

Did the battle end with such a result? '

It turns out that there is still a way to stun.

Seeing that the old man of the mountain no longer unreasonably demanded that one must die.

Only then did people realize that while they breathed a sigh of relief, their backs were already covered with cold sweat.

The battle just now was too thrilling and tense,

"Ahh...I'm even a little grateful to Dade now..." Claire murmured in disbelief.

my mood at the moment,

How to describe it?

Can she say that at the moment when she saw the man on the mountain finally appeared, she felt lucky and grateful for being let go?

It's too embarrassing, too embarrassing, myself...

It seems to be too substituting.

but--

Claire, the little princess shrank their necks, and faced the stalwart figure in heavy armor in the illustration, they took a deep breath and shivered.

Did they face the true face of the first leader?

Hiss~!So exciting.

Even Guda and the others have to go through that terrible test before they can meet the first-generation Hassan.

If the leader knew that someone had depicted his true face in the epic, wouldn't there be a fight?

I'm afraid that the old man of the mountain will suddenly appear and say something like a ceremony or a test.

That kind of terrible ritual, if most people perform it, they probably won't even know how they died.

At this moment, Hermetos even imagined that the mountain man had already gone to assassinate the magician of flowers.

Of course—that's all random thinking.

Mei (Li) Lin, she should still have gotten along with that first generation leader!

Did not get too entangled in this matter.

Now, they made a more important discovery.

Matthew: "Swordsman...?

The old man in the first generation of mountains...will be a swordsman..."

When seeing Matthew's words.

Then people subconsciously looked at the stalwart figure in the illustration again.

Sword, swordsman? ! !

That heavy armor confuses those who have always fantasized that the old man of the mountain is an assassin who has reached the pinnacle of assassination skills.

Even the people of Atlanta, and even the believers in the sect showed blank eyes when they saw this.

How can it be?

That masterly art of concealment,