Surprised me into a goddess of light

If I was there, I would be able to recognize him directly as the slave owner who sold me a second-order slave, and I could quickly find out from the voice that he was the one who was bidding 50 gold coins to snatch Elf Xiaolu from me in the auction house.

Selt narrowed his eyes and said gently, "Mr. Yin, do you have any comments?"

The silver-gray masked man chuckled and said, "I have no objection, I just want to announce something."

He stood up casually, and continued: "Due to personal reasons, I am about to leave Faerun City, and the slave market share in the West District will be handed over to everyone."

The eyes of the men in black under the seat brightened, and a sense of secret joy surged in their hearts.

With one less person to share the cake, they can obtain more resources.

Celt also thought it was good news, and he didn't even care much about the masked man interrupting him.

"Okay, Mr. Yin, thank you for your contribution to the underground market during this time, Faerun City will always welcome you."

Mr. Yin nodded with a smile, and said, "In that case, I still have something to do, so I'll leave first."

He put on a dark gray top hat, lowered the brim of the hat, then turned around and walked out of the hall.

Celt watched him leave, turned his gaze back to the managers at the long table, and said, "Where did you just say that? Oh yes, Antonio is dead. From now on, I will be the new city lord, and the entire dungeon will be under my control."

"Everyone's share in the past remains unchanged, but the handed-in share is indispensable. I will check it from time to time according to my mood."

"The western district was the most affected by this accident, and almost all the slaves ran away. Because of the preparations for the recovery of the market, and Mr. Yin's departure, the western district market needs a new manager."

He glanced at the expecting crowd, and said: "The specific candidates will be determined according to everyone's performance. Before the establishment of a manager, the west market will be supervised by me personally for the time being."

"Fortunately, only the west district had an accident, and the east, south, and north districts are basically fine. Everyone must continue to maintain stability and make persistent efforts."

"..."

Celt guided the next development plan of the underground city and confirmed his leadership position.

He was in a good mood, feeling that he had finally made a further step in his career and completed the control of power in Faerun City.

Just as he was about to dismiss everyone and end the meeting, a steady, low voice suddenly sounded.

"Selter, you really didn't take me seriously."

Hearing this voice, Celt's body froze, his pupils suddenly dilated, full of disbelief.

The rest of the people also turned their heads in shock, looking at the source of the sound.

I saw a burly and imposing middle-aged man in a brown coat walking in from the entrance of the hall.

It turned out to be 'Antonio', the former city lord of Faerun who had been confirmed dead by Celt.

His footsteps exuded powerful third-order peak battle energy ripples, and his expression was calm, but there was a weird smile on the corner of his mouth.

He looked around at everyone sitting at the long table with bloodthirsty scarlet eyes that were completely different from usual, and said with a low smile, "Do you want to die?"

Chapter 150 Nine

Wind Chime "City Master, you are not dead!"

"Captain, I knew you would be fine!"

The men in black from the mercenary faction stood up one after another, surprised by Antonio's return.

The man on the left side of the table was even more excited. He opened his hands, laughed, and stepped forward to give 'Antonio' ​​a hug.

However, 'Antonio' ​​had calm eyes, a slight hook on the corner of his mouth, and suddenly stretched out his right hand.

A blood-red fighting spirit rose from his hand, turned into a sharp blade, and pierced into the left chest of the man who stepped forward to hug him.

puff!

The smile on the man's face suddenly froze.

He looked down and saw 'Antonio's right hand piercing through his left chest.

The atmosphere in the hall also froze, and everyone froze in place, staring blankly at 'Antonio' ​​who shot suddenly.

'Antonio' ​​slowly pulled out his right hand, and drops of blood dripped from his fingertips.

The man's breathing became very difficult, and blood overflowed from the corners of his eyes, nose, and ears.

His heart veins have all been shattered, and the powerful battle qi raged crazily in his body.

'Antonio' ​​raised his blood-stained right hand and patted the shoulder of the man in front of him lightly.

The man could no longer stand, his knees gave way and he fell to the ground.

His expression was shocked, his eyes were wide open, but he had completely lost the breath of life.

'Antonio' ​​took a step forward, walked over his corpse, and walked to the long table, staring at the stunned crowd with scarlet eyes.

He said in a gentle, even apologetic tone: "Sorry, I made a mistake."

"Whether you want to die or not... you will die here."

His voice was very calm, but there was an inexplicable strangeness in it, which made people feel chills all over.

Celt realized something was wrong, slammed the long metal table, and shouted: "Everyone be careful, 'Antonio' ​​is already dead, this person is not your city lord!"

The rest of the men in black in the hall finally came to their senses and looked at Antonio warily and angrily.

In the blind spot of 'Antonio', a man in black suddenly drew his long sword and attacked him.

The sword light of the third-order swordsman was sharp and cohesive, and the speed was extremely fast, stabbing at the waist of 'Antonio'.

'Antonio' ​​shook his head with a smile, raised two fingers, and the fingertips lit up with a blood-red vindictive light.

Zheng!

There was an ear-piercing sound of metal rubbing when the fingers touched the long sword, and 'Antonio' ​​clamped the long sword of the visitor with only two fingers.

Immediately, under the frightened eyes of the swordsman, 'Antonio' ​​turned his fingers, and the solid enchanted long sword broke instantly.

'Antonio' ​​flicked his fingers, and an unstoppable force caused the broken sword to turn around and penetrate into the swordsman's body.

This 'Antonio' ​​is much stronger than before.

Celt's eyes flickered, and he shouted: "Everyone, go together and arrest this fake city lord!"

The rest of the men in black didn't hesitate any more, they shot together decisively. In an instant, all kinds of magic, battle energy, sword energy, etc. emerged together, converging into a terrifying torrent of energy, rushing towards 'Antonio'.

boom!

With 'Antonio' ​​as the center, a strong explosion soared into the sky.

The terrifying third-order energy completely shattered everything around it, turning the entire building into ruins, and the long metal table in the hall melted instantly.

In the glare of the glare, 'Antonio' ​​was covered in blood-red fighting spirit armor. Looking at the men in black who were attacking him again, his scarlet pupils opened slightly, revealing a bewitching and excited smile.

He no longer clenches his fists, but spreads out his palms, and his fingertips glow with a blood-red sharp light.

'Antonio' ​​took a light step towards the ground.

In the eyes of the surrounding men in black, 'Antonio' ​​disappeared from their sight almost instantly, and when they reacted, the picture in front of them was already spinning, intense pain came from the neck, and the whole body was cold.

Intense shocks surged everywhere, and blood and stumps flew in the air.

The screams and wailing just came out, and then stopped abruptly in the next moment. These third-order powerhouses joined forces, in front of 'Antonio', they were like unarmed children, reflecting the fragility of life.

In just ten seconds, more than a dozen men in black were slaughtered by 'Antonio', not even a single intact body.

'Antonio' ​​finally stopped and appeared in front of the last person, the peak of the third order, the high priest of light, Celt.

Seeing this man with red eyes and a gentle smile, Celt felt extremely ferocious and terrifying.

His hand holding the staff trembling slightly, opened his mouth, just about to speak, but saw that 'Antonio' ​​had stretched out his right hand and scratched his throat.

Blood splattered.

'Antonio' ​​raised his head slightly, and the blood was evaporated by the vindictiveness before splashing on his face.

The air was filled with a strong smell of blood. He closed his eyes and frowned slightly.

"Tsk! It's really dirty blood."

'Antonio' ​​sighed, opened his eyes again, and swept across the shadow of Celt's corpse on the ground, the smile on the corner of his mouth became more obvious.

He turned around and walked out of the broken hall.

With the pace of 'Antonio' ​​walking, his tall figure gradually shrunk, became low and slender, and the coat on his body also gradually changed.

......

In the slave market in the West End, on the street, a dark shadow walked quickly along the ruined walls.

It wasn't until the exit of the slave market that the shadow got up from the ground and turned into a real figure.

Celt patted the light red magic robe, held down the Holy Emblem of Light, bent down, tapped four times on his chest, and prayed: "Goddess of Light bless you."

He couldn't help but glanced at the collapsed building in the distance, and murmured in fear: "It's terrible, what happened to Antonio just now..."

Selt settled down, and was about to leave the underground city first, when he suddenly saw a thin figure in an old coat and a worn satchel in front of him.

He was wearing a huge black round hat, with wine-red curly hair and a youthful face faintly exposed under the brim. He was looking around at the moment, as if he was looking for something.

Is it the little boy Antonio wanted?

Celt's heart moved, and he quietly walked behind Haiweiya, and said with a light smile: "My child, you didn't follow Miss Eve and the others?"

Haiwei Ya suddenly turned around and exclaimed: "Selter! Aren't you already dead?"

Looking at Celt who was safe and sound, Haivia felt a little desperate in her heart.

Since Celt is not dead, under the pressure of absolute strength, it will be difficult for her to eliminate the crimes in Faerun City, and the slave market will return to its original state sooner or later.

Selt smiled slightly and said, "I'm really sorry, thanks to Miss Eve, I almost died."

He raised his hand, and the palm of his hand glowed with blue magic power, forming a magic cage to imprison Haivia.

"Although it feels meaningless, I'd better catch you first, maybe it will be useful in the future."

Celt manipulated the cage to float up, planning to leave with Haivia.

Suddenly, a clear and sweet girl's voice sounded in the cage.

"Selter, do you want to die?"

This sound is very clear and clean, like the black wind chime hanging outside the door of the Night Tavern.

Chapter 160

Miecheng Celt turned around in astonishment.

In the cage, the young boy's youthful face suddenly fluctuated, rippling with bright red lines of magic power.

The mysterious halo flowed gently, and the little boy's face became softer and sweeter, turning into a cute little girl.

Before Celt had time to be surprised, the little girl's face changed again, becoming rough, angular, weather-beaten and serious.

The change this time is more thorough, not only the face, but also the figure and attire are also changing.

Her figure became tall and burly, and the worn satchel and overcoat slowly disappeared, turning into tough leather armor and a brown coat.

Along with her demeanor, she also became very calm, as if she was a different person, with a completely different breath.

She turned into 'Antonio' ​​just now!

Celt suddenly woke up, as if he understood something, his hands began to tremble violently, and said in despair: "The fourth-order holy magister, the law of the heart."

Being able to change clothing, body, and personality, and having all the abilities of a changer, has transcended the scope of ordinary magic, and is an ability close to a god: the fourth-level high-level law of the mind.

Then, in Celt's sight, the appearance of 'Antonio' ​​underwent a final change, turning into a beautiful and noble girl.

His figure became slender, his skin became fair, his facial features became extremely handsome, and his pupils turned into a delicate and chilling scarlet.

The leather jacket turned into a delicate red slim dress, and the top of her head also turned into wine-red curly hair, but it was brighter than Heiweiya's color at the beginning, as if mixed with blood.

An invisible force surged up, and the magic cage around the girl in the red dress disintegrated inch by inch.

The girl's face was extremely beautiful, but Celt's eyes showed deep fear, and he murmured in a tone almost moaning: "Queen of Blood, Toledo..."

Duo raised her eyes slightly, her scarlet eyes fell on Celt, she smiled and said, "You know me?"

Celt moved his mouth, but did not speak, his eyes were dark and dead silent.

He didn't know Duo, but in the classics of the Light God Sect, he had seen such a description: Thousands of years ago, there was an archbishop of the Dark God Sect, who was the royal family of vampires, the ancestor of the blood clan, and his spiritual law had the ability to change the shape and create personality , extremely bloodthirsty, and extremely deadly, known as the "Queen of Blood" in history.

For thousands of years, the only queen of the Valoran blood race.

He suddenly wanted to laugh, the little boy that Antonio wanted to catch turned out to be the most terrifying Tier 1000 powerhouse in the mainland, an old monster that had lived for more than [-] years, nothing could be more ridiculous than this.

Celt's heart was full of despair. He had no chance of surviving in front of fourth-tier powerhouses, especially Duo, a demigod fourth-tier powerhouse.