It is impossible for the girl to find the evil god in the textbook

Miss Doll called the tree-like thing Noah's Ark.Although I can't understand the connection between that kind of thing and the ship, but Miss Doll's knowledge is profound, even better than your teacher, since she said so, there must be a corresponding reason.

I found that I liked her a little bit, and I could feel that Miss Doll was the same as me in some aspects.She is smart, powerful, and knowledgeable... The only drawback is that the material of the doll body seems to be inedible. "

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“On November 11st, it would be troublesome to think too much, so I decided to continue using the time standard of the physical world.

If I'm not mistaken, this should be the Land of Nod mentioned by the teacher.

I haven't seen foulbloods in this land yet, but relatively, I think Wendigo is a very interesting creature.Ella Williams and Birdie arrived a day before us, killed and left a very interesting corpse.

......

I was shocked.Mr. Lucien said that ■■■■ people will turn into Wendigos. I checked carefully in the mirror. Fortunately, I didn't have a pair of small antlers hidden in my hair. "

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After arriving here, the words used in the diary have become relatively serious, reducing some of the jumping particles and redundant emotional changes.

"On the 11nd of November, my plans went quite well, and an accident created the perfect opportunity for this venture.

The ecology of the land of Nod is also more interesting than imagined. I think the things that the teacher is interested in are hidden in this wonderful chain.

Everything in this land contains pollution and curses, from the water source to the soil, and even the grass at the bottom of the chain.As the chain goes up, the higher-level organisms will accumulate more curses in their bodies, and this accumulation will eventually allow the creatures at the top to transform into Wendigo.

The materialized curse eventually co-exists with the host in a parasitic manner, and this information may be of interest to you. "

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"On December 12th, if the flow rate of the world on both sides is the same, maybe I should say Merry Christmas to my teacher today.

Professor Philip, I need to solemnly inform you of one thing: now that you have received my blessing, you must prepare a Christmas gift for me over there. I have written it down in my notebook.

A lot has happened lately that has kept me from finishing the diary.

First of all, I have successfully arrived at the city of King Enoch and gained the trust of most wizards. I saw what you want, teacher, a few days ago, but it is not easy to get it.... .. but I think, right now is a good opportunity.

By the way, I am very satisfied with this trip.There is one thing I need to tell you in person after I go back. During this special period, I dare not even let that name appear in the diary.

Dear teacher, he is much scarier than you expected. "

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This is the end of the diary, and the rest of the content is no longer suitable for writing.

Val Farmini stretched her waist, groped up and down, but found that the pleated skirt had no pockets for storing items, so she simply clamped a pile of dirty parchment on her full chest.

A set of black priest robes were folded softly on the ground, and the original human-shaped contents had melted into a pool of viscous translucent liquid.

"The name of God...is this the key to the matter? Let's leave this matter to the teacher. I'm afraid the land of Nod is almost over."

With a sweet smile on her face, Val Farmini turned her head to look out the window at the dark night.

Ella Williams should have left Nod, and several other wizards were also outside the city. Duncan led his bodyguards into the wilderness, and the brainless Tsimisi was also seriously injured... ..This is the perfect time to take action.

"Then let's stop here for the fake cooperative game... I still like you guys."

Chapter 43 The Illusionist

The moonlight receded rapidly above the thick clouds, it was no longer the size of the past, and it looked like it was running away in a panic, it was just a long and narrow reddish halo twisting in the sky.

The moonlight fell from the night and fell into the depths of the black castle in the center of King Enoch's city.The figure of the queen appeared on the throne for a moment, and she just let out a soft sigh before falling apart, leaving only the dark throne.

In an elegantly decorated room, Maxwell, who was drinking tea behind a small round table, suddenly felt a pain in his hand.He looked down, and there was a black crack on the originally smooth and white ceramic cup, and the hot tea poured down the old man's hand along the crack.

According to common sense, the flesh of the dirty blood should be much stronger than that of ordinary humans, but the old man's pale and wrinkled skin was quickly turned red by tea.

He was completely unaware of this pain, and just looked at the black crack on the porcelain cup in astonishment. Amid the successive crisp sounds, the crack spread and expanded rapidly.With a bang, the precious white porcelain cup was completely broken, and the crumpled tea leaves, petals mixed with brown liquid were turned over on the table, leaving only the ring-shaped cup handle pinched by the thumb and index finger in the old man's hands.

The old man's face suddenly changed, and he quickly got up and strode out of the room.

The head of the "Queen's Sword" of the personal guard, Jeffrey Femont, had already been waiting here, and the latter asked with a solemn face:

"Is something wrong with His Majesty?"

Maxwell did not stop, and the hem of his long black clothes moved automatically without any wind.

"Don't jump to conclusions, maybe there is a turn for the better. You lead people to blockade the main castle and put it under full martial law. Now I will take the 'dead man' to see His Majesty."

Although the latter's voice was steady and hardly fluctuated, Jeffrey Fairmont still subconsciously tensed up when he heard the words.

To use the dead hand... has things gotten this serious?

Maxwell took out an object wrapped in black cloth from his arms, one end of which was exposed from the gap. It was a pale severed hand as flawless as jade!

Just from the appearance, it is impossible to tell whether the owner of this severed hand is a man or a woman. It has a feminine feel but also has tight muscle lines.

It's a hand so perfect that even just looking at it makes you dizzy.It was cut off from the wrist, and uncoagulated blood flowed around the wound but did not drip, as if there was a smooth film attached to it.

This is the only sacred object of the filthy blood belonging to the royal family, the "corpse hand", the first Enochian nobleman in history, the source of filthy blood, and the left hand of the ancient god "Cain"!

The other withered wrist hung above the altar of the Blood Throne's Reverse Cross is a relic of the first king.Although it also means high status.But compared with the former, it can only be a symbolic imitation.

The old man's feet were off the ground, and he was flying at a constant speed less than a foot away from the ground.He knew very well that the more it came to this kind of time, the more he needed to be completely calm, and he couldn't make any mistakes.

In just a moment, his figure appeared right in front of the Blood Throne Hall.

The lights in the main hall were still dim, but the bright red figure on the throne made the old man feel a little less uneasy.

The woman's face looked pale, but her red lips became more and more prominent.

"Here you are, old friend."

Maxwell stepped forward to the throne quickly. In normal times, this kind of behavior can already be regarded as arrogance.But as a good friend for many years, Maxwell's relationship with Her Majesty the Queen is not purely a monarch.

"Your Majesty, your condition is very bad, after all—"

"Christina Royce Lilith... there is indeed a second queen in the wilderness, and she is stronger than we think. There is not much power left in this projection, take me back Come on, you know what to do."

The queen looked very sleepy, and her voice was getting lower and lower.

Maxwell didn't say a word, let the Queen put her arm on his shoulder, and then used a little force to hug her horizontally.

The lights in the hall flickered for a while, and the old man suddenly felt a little strange.

There are several silver-white candlesticks dotted around the Temple of Blood, and their light illuminates the red carpet on the passage and the mirror-smooth long-handled ax in the hands of the armor.

Although the area illuminated by only six candlesticks can be almost ignored in this empty hall, it is still a bit too bright for the sleepy and poor state of the queen. After being together for hundreds of years, Maxwell has a great understanding of the queen. I know my preferences quite well.

In the windless hall, the candle flame shook violently again, which made the old man notice the second strange thing.

Her Majesty the Queen was no longer able to maintain her original life form more than 70 years ago, and turned into the permanent blood flowing in the pool, usually only briefly appearing on the throne or other necessary occasions in the form of power projection.

That being the case...then what is the weight in his arms now?

In just a moment's absence, he suddenly tore the soft body in his arms apart, and along with a burst of pain, something cold and sharp had already penetrated his neck!

The scene of the main hall spun in the eyes of the old man, as if something pierced the originally neat canvas and screwed it up.With the distortion of the canvas, the original real scene was revealed before his eyes.

It turned out that he didn't really enter the palace from the beginning to the end, but just stood on the steps and the red carpet.

The girl in the long purple dress held up the skirt and saluted him in front of the hall with a sweet smile on her face.

As a member of the secret party, Maxwell was quite familiar with the wizards still residing in Enoch, so he quickly recognized the dangerous enemy in front of him.

"You are the wizard representative of the Albion Brotherhood, Miss Val Farmigne."

The old man observed the surrounding scene and tried to recover from the neck injury.But what surprised him was that the side of his neck was still bleeding, and the blood spreading down had even soaked his black classical robe.As a top filthy blood species, it should only take a few seconds for this level of injury to recover, but the current amount of bleeding and the location of the wound have even begun to affect his strength.

Blood flowed down from the red carpet in front of the main hall, and the dirty blood knights and attendants who were left here had become cold corpses.

Maxwell had seen the fight between her and Duncan at that martial arts competition. In the old man's opinion, the opponent's strength should have been slightly inferior to his, but the injuries caused by the surprise attack had reversed the situation.

"It's a terrible illusion. If it hadn't been for His Majesty's reminder, I might not have discovered it until now."

He didn't ask about the other party's breaking the agreement, because it didn't matter anymore.

There are several fatal flaws in the originally constructed illusion of perfection, which are obviously formed by external forces.

"I didn't expect her power to still be able to affect this place."

Faminie patted her chest as if she had lingering fear, her movements were indescribably funny.

Chapter 44 Good Traditions

Maxwell touched his neck, he could feel something hard getting in from the wound, and continued to destroy the flesh and blood inside.

Its position is very strange and it is quite hard. Even if you want to rely on peristaltic muscles to crush or squeeze the foreign object out of the body, it is very difficult. This is really the reason why the injury cannot heal.In addition, paralysis and a stiffness caused by some kind of alien magic power also spread in its movement trajectory. This thing seems to be a unique weapon created for the dirty blood race.

On the other side, Farmini was flexibly flipping a small silver metal rod. It was hollowed out and decorated with complicated patterns. It could be seen that the inside of the metal rod was a thin layer of crystal, dark green in color. The weird liquid flows in the crystal layer.One part of it was the three twisted spikes that Farmine had used to drive into the old man's neck.

"This is what Teacher Philip prepared for me. He told me that with my current strength, whether it is adding a curse to the weapon or a stronger bleeding and tearing effect... I can't deal with you... It’s not easy to use when you breed dirty blood from top bloodlines.”

"So he told me to change my thinking, and instead of pursuing lethality, I should pursue efficient control."

"Mr. Maxwell, I don't know if you feel your body is becoming stiff now? It contains the venom of an adult Medusa, which will gradually petrify your blood vessels and nerves. Of course, this may be possible for you dirty blood." It's only a 10-minute or less effect, but it's totally enough, isn't it?"

The long pendulum of the old man's cloak swung like the wings of a bat, and the blood-stained section exuded an astonishingly high temperature, which turned bright and red like quenched metal!

The long pendulum of the cloak flitted straight out, and quickly magnified in the girl's bright purple eyes.Her flying hair was seared and dehydrated by the fiery wind before the attack even got close, and burned to ashes.

The shadow under Val Farmini's feet quickly squirmed up, and a mouth with several rings of fangs was outlined in the shadow. They closed suddenly in mid-air and scraped against the cloak to create dazzling sparks.

The two huge forces were stalemate out of thin air, and the pale white fangs were red and shiny as if stained with molten iron, exuding a disgusting burnt smell.Everything stained by the blood on the old man's neck began to burn blazingly, as if the flame and the blood were born from the same source.

Wei Er unconsciously took a few steps back, her complexion gradually turned pale but her smile did not diminish.

"You are indeed very powerful, even stronger than that stupid uncle in the martial arts arena, but how long can you support now?"

There was a layer of sweat on the old man's forehead, and sharp fangs were exposed on his upper lip. Normally, this kind of consumption would be insignificant to him, but at this time, it would prevent him from being distracted and restraining his physical energy from wanton destruction. cone, exacerbating the deterioration of the physical condition.

Soon, Maxwell's skin was covered with a layer of lime gray, the venom had flowed into all parts of the body along with the nerves and blood vessels, petrifying him from the inside out, his movements became stiff as if lacking engine oil and became sluggish Astringent mechanical gears.

The old man snorted coldly, his eyes suddenly turned a coquettish blood red.His breath suddenly became hot, and the blood vessels under the skin turned into a molten color, and the petrification process was suppressed!

But this change did not exceed Weier's expectations.

From the information she got, it can be seen that the various clan chiefs and even members of the council in the city of Enoch have changed countless times over the hundreds of years, but the name of this old man has always been steadily appearing in the secret party council.This old courtier is by no means able to sit where he is today just because of his years of service to the queen.