Terra copy, but the enlightenment stream/I am a mentor in Terra

Passers-by looked up involuntarily, and then stopped in horror, waiting for the giant python that seemed to take over the entire street to squeeze through.

From the Lower Town to the Upper Town, on the morning of May [-]th, Chernobog stopped for the Duke's meeting.

On the road where Loya was walking, all the houses and shops were closed, pedestrians were not allowed to appear, and military police lined up to salute him.

Baikal deliberately created such a scene and focused all attention here to build momentum for the next bloody storm.

In the city of Chernobog, despite so many years of development, the clouds of the old aristocracy still weighed down Boris.

The city hall was surrounded tightly, and various crossbowmen were lying in wait in the dark, ready at any time.

Baikal beside him deliberately asked him to stand at the foot of the steps, showing his contempt.

Although he is a marquis, both the new and old aristocrats look down on him - Boris is also self-aware.

The third and fourth armies are giants that cannot be offended.

About half an hour later, the protagonist of the meeting arrived.

Boris glanced at it and then quickly looked away. Even if he didn't see his face, he always had the illusion of being hunted and shuddered.

The military police opened the fence, and Baikal stepped forward with a warm smile, followed by Viscount Kirk. Boris consciously walked at the end.

"Welcome, my friend."

"You have a pretty big air."

Loya bypassed him directly, ignored Baikal's outstretched hand as the three people looked at him, walked towards Boris, and smiled.

"Hello, Lord Boris, I admire you for building Chernobog into a prosperous city in just 20 years."

"This……"

Boris was a little stunned, looked at Loya, and then at Baikal who looked gloomy.

It felt like being roasted on a fire.

While he was in pain, suddenly a man covered in armor appeared behind Loya.

Then Grand Duke Baikal's face became enthusiastic again.

Boris was still discerning and immediately grabbed Loya's hand in a flattered manner.

"If the Duke takes my place, Qicheng can be better."

"Nothing."

Loya exchanged some pleasantries before looking at Baikal and the people behind him.

This meeting can be said to be over.

Baikal wanted to find allies, but this dog, whose spine was almost broken after being driven away by the industrial aristocracy, was not qualified to be on the same level as Loya.

The inside guard's presence killed the game.

What class has the same title as me?

"Hello, Lord Baikal."

Luo Ya smiled fakely, so fake that even the crossbowman in the distance could see that he was perfunctory.

Baikal is still hot-faced and cold-butt-nothing happens.

"Haha, my friend, you are so funny and funny."

"Do you have something to eat? I'm hungry."

"..."

Loya didn't have any aristocratic qualities, but he clearly wanted to win, so Baikal made a "please" gesture.

"I have already ordered breakfast to be prepared, please."

Although he was smiling, he was not smiling.

The priority has been divided, and the purpose of disgusting Baikal has been achieved (simply because he can't get used to seeing this group of people), Loya did not continue.

He patted Baikal on the shoulder and said with a smile:

"Some jokes, I hope you don't mind."

"Of course not, my friend."

"Then let's go."

With that said, the two walked into the city hall.

As a foil, Viscount Kirk and Boris, who had been watching their performance, looked at each other and did not choose to follow them.

Breakfast is set in the hall on the first floor, which is spacious and spacious, with four guards standing in the four corners, performing their duties conscientiously.

There is an exquisite round table in the center of the hall, with dishes placed on it.

There were only two seats, Loya and Baikal sat facing each other.

Eating is definitely not for eating, but for talking.

Loya went straight to the point: "I hope that the Third Army can cooperate with all actions of the Fourth Army."

"A reasonable proposal, my friend, but I want to know whether your actions will cause Chernobog to be harmed..."

Baikal frowned, as if he was worried about the safety of Chiang City.

Of course, lies were lies. He was secretly asking Loya if he decided to detonate Chernobog and if he could benefit from it after that.

"Don't say that again," Loya asked with a serious expression, "As the Duke of the Empire, you should know the fact that His Majesty has been deceived."

"We should root them out, by force if necessary."

Speaking of this, Loya smiled slightly: "Your Majesty and the people will understand us."

"Our views are surprisingly consistent." Baikal also smiled.

The two poured wine and clinked glasses.

The military aristocracy has completed its integration, and Baikal can breathe a sigh of relief.

If he wanted to say something else, intensive calls sounded from all directions.

A guard sounded the alarm.

Grand Duke Baikal looked calm, looked at Loya who was also calm, and said mockingly:

"It's a small fight, don't worry about it."

"When will they learn to behave?"

Loya shook his head helplessly.

Ten minutes later, a well-equipped guard team rushed into the city hall and then blocked all the doors and windows.

The leader reported to Baikal: "There are fifty enemies in total, equipped with explosives, but they have been captured and are being eliminated."

"Can you see who it is?"

"They are mercenaries. It has been confirmed that they were sent by that group of people."

Baikal nodded, only the industrial aristocrats could launch an assassination.

Loyal watched their interaction with interest.

But soon, he couldn't be happy.

"boom."

There was a deafening explosion, and a hole was opened in the right wall of the city hall.

The explosion raised smoke and dust, and the rain wave shattered all the glass. Loya raised his hand to defend himself, but there was still a blood mark on the side of his face from the small fragments.

Just as everyone reacted, another explosion exploded next to the guard. The aftermath overturned the table and Loya, and hit the ground heavily.

Smoke spread with the explosion.

Loya gritted his teeth and raised himself up with difficulty with his arms.

The scene was chaotic, and only military police and guards could be seen walking through the smoke.

- The assassin appears to have been caught.

Luo Ya seemed to feel something, turned his head and looked in the direction of the guard.

As the smoke cleared, the four guards held down the assassin, but she was too strong and it was impossible to capture her alive.

Then one person took out a dagger.

At that moment, Loya's heartbeat almost stopped, the world turned into nothingness, and all she could see was her crazy look.

— because he saw it.

He saw the assassin's appearance.

——"W..."

Chapter 22 You deserve it

Loya stopped thinking almost at that moment.

The sharp blade approached her neck with a cold light.

Before something more terrifying than death comes, the heartbeat calms down and the brain starts functioning.

The pain was put aside, and the moment Loya stood up, the light was taken away.

Literally, light is taken away.

From the outside, the entire city hall is swallowed up by a black hole, and light is completely cut off.

[Origin Stone technology has reached its capacity and is expected to expire soon]

Loya breathed a sigh of relief.

The sudden darkness stunned the whole audience. It was at this moment that the assassin broke free and quickly killed several people.

But it was too dark, and there was no trace of light. Both the light and the light when the gun was fired were swallowed up.

It was difficult for her to locate the two dukes.

Baikal held his breath and kept silent. He didn't know what the situation was now, but it was undoubtedly a good chance to survive.

But others are not so lucky.

These military police who usually only bully civilians have not experienced the same strong winds and waves as Baikal. They are now confused, shouting and moving around.

Military police outside the venue called for assistance. Some people tried to go in, but retreated when faced with darkness.

Such an environment undoubtedly creates good opportunities for assassins.

The night in Kazdaele is not much better than this darkness. She keeps moving back and forth, reaping the lives of her enemies.

One knife, another knife, another knife... until the attack was blocked, the assassin knew that he had encountered a powerful enemy. Since he couldn't see it, he simply closed his eyes and fought with him based on his feeling.

When it was almost time, she swung a sword to end the fight.

The sound of "clang" and the sound of blades clashing were still blocked.

"You are quite capable."

The assassin grinned, turned the dagger and stabbed towards the man's face, but stopped when he was about to pierce.

"But that's about it."

As the words fell, the sharp blade hanging on the man's head fell.

"Keng."

Stung on something.

Defense source stone skills.

The assassin understood something and untied the hanging bomb.

It was at this moment that Loya spoke.

"W."

He gave a soft cry.