Demon King

The architecture of the Holy Land Eden is white and flawless, the suspended magic circle radiates a platinum halo, and the tower stands up like a pure white forest. The flag of the white scepter is flying on the top of the tower, and everything looks sacred and solemn.

In the corner of the Holy Land, there is a tall building with a difference, cast in black rock and covered with golden and red textures. Even the priests of the church will speed up their pace subconsciously when passing by this building and do not want to stay longer.

Here is the headquarters of the heretical adjudication office.

In a large hall inside the ruling house, only the torches on both sides of the wall radiated light, illuminating only one-tenth of the main hall, and the night watchmen staying in the headquarters were all gathered here. Just the area illuminated by the torch, there are no more than a thousand people.

"The Dark Eye?"

At the end of the main hall, the hand wrapped in the black robe grasped a piece of information with a pattern printed on the edge, and the owner of the hand said lightly: "Very detailed information, heresy traitor? Interesting, add the sequence, black."

When the voice fell, a corner of the floor of the main hall lit up, and the words "Eye of Darkness" appeared. The handwriting was red, like a burn mark, illuminating the surrounding ground, full of dense handwriting.

The floor of the main hall is engraved with lists of heretics, this is the order of rulings that resounded throughout the world!

The four characters cooled down and turned into pure black. This is the threat level of heretics, and the dark eye is the most dangerous black.

"Send the arbitrator to Abraham and kill the heresy."

In the corner of the main hall, a young voice sounded: "What about the heretical traitor of Friega?"

"Young man, don't think that you are a son of God, so you can just interrupt me."

The majestic coercion swept across the hall, like a deep abyss, and just a little momentum made the space tremble slightly, far exceeding level 10!

"...The subordinate understands."

"Don't worry about Friega, the church does not intervene in the war of hegemony."

"I'm willing to go alone." Still the young voice.

"whatever."

The young man in the holy silver armor left the dim hall, and the sun illuminated his face.

Orona.

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The bright red crystal-like potion shook slightly, and Ivo moved his shoulders, all muscles tightened and relaxed, adjusting to the best condition.

This is the boiling blood of Abel that the king gave him two months ago, and Ivo is about to drink it.

He raised his head and swallowed the bright red potion, which was sweet and pungent, and a bit choking.

A stream of heat spread from the lower abdomen to the limbs, and the deep bones were numb and itchy. Ivo stood with his eyes closed and resisted the pain with willpower.

He sank his consciousness into his body and clearly felt the beating of every muscle. The veins and muscles were gradually expanding and thickening. Under the action of the liquid medicine, the bones foamed on the surface, as if boiling, becoming tougher.

The change lasted for half an hour, and the freshman's physical strength flowed through the body, full of energy.

Ivor silently realized that Abel’s boiling blood transforms a person’s physical potential. His physique is stronger and tougher. At least 20% of his potential is increased. This is great for the impersonator’s nearly perfect potential physical body. The promotion.

"It's worthy of a seventh-level potion. The effect is extraordinary." Ivo nodded, satisfied with the changes in his body, improved the efficiency of future exercises, and saved at least one or two years of growth time.

Ivo took out Cain’s teeth, and the strong blood energy rushed towards his face. He didn’t know how to use this blood sacred artifact. Perhaps he could find a blood count or marquis to use it, and then swallow their blood to replenish vitality, just like right McConlan did the same.

The energy contained in the tooth of Cain is vast as the sea, but only the blood can absorb it. The body of the blood is a filter that absorbs the obscure energy of the tooth of Cain and turns it into blood and vitality. Ivo can swallow the vitality part of it.

It took him several days to get rid of the blood energy flowing in his body, and his stomach was disturbed every day, and he flew up coolly.

Perhaps you can make a deal with the Setet family in exchange for something useful, but the Setet family is known for being greedy and sinister, cannibalizing people without spitting out bones, and Ivo doesn't want to contact them.

The corners of Ivo’s lips were drawn with a smile, but other families would definitely be interested in the sacred artifacts that Suteite had lost for hundreds of years. They only need to find a suitable time to make a deal, and there is no need to worry about a buyer.

When the door was knocked, Nafi walked in, looking at Ivo with complicated eyes: "How are you...?"

Ivo spread his hands and smiled slightly: "I'm fine, don't worry."

It has been a while since his speech, and the impact has been settled. Ivo does not expect to impress everyone. It is true. A small part of the refugees in Lima Town cannot accept it. They all hate the heresy and leave one after another. Lima Town.

However, the vast majority of residents stayed, and the number far exceeded Ivo's estimate, which made him deeply gratified and proved that what he did to Lima Town still touched many people.

The attitude of Nafi and others towards him has changed slightly, and the friendship has become deeper. In the past, Ivo hid his secrets, and the tip of the iceberg occasionally revealed was always shocking. Now Ivo has exposed his secrets, Nafi etc. People have a deeper understanding of him.

A reformed "heresy" doesn't sound bad.

Moreover, Ivo is still the lord of Lima Town, and they have to rely on his asylum. Talper and Bilis are the first people who do not entangle Ivo's identity, and they see the reality very clearly.

Nafi came to visit Ivo every three days, seemingly worried that he would be affected by the attitude of the refugees who left the town, but apparently she was too worried.

Na Fei sat down, twisted her fingers, and whispered softly, "I really hope that the war will end soon."

"Who isn't it?" Ivo shrugged, poured her a cup of black tea, took out the dew grass and smoked betel nut, chewed it in the mouth, and spit out the lingering smoke.

Na Fei took a sip of black tea elegantly, and gave him a glance: "I'm already a nobleman. If you still eat this cheap thing, it's better to buy a pipe."

"I don't have any cigarettes, do you get some air?" Ivo said in a bad mood.

Nafei covered her mouth and smiled, looked at some withered leaves outside the window, and sighed: "Winter is coming again, unknowingly, the war has been fighting for half a year."

Iwo nodded silently and said in a deep thought, "Frija's winter is the hardest. It's time to send some cotton-padded clothes to the refugees."

Nafei looked at him, her eyes soft as water, reminiscent, "Do you remember the first winter we spent together?"

Ivo scratched his head. "To be honest, I forgot."

Nafei snorted softly and whispered: "At that time, although the snow was heavy, the whole kingdom could not feel the cold. The people stayed at home, and the heart of the fire **** Bokarid embraced them with the warmth of peace and tranquility. "

"It's true, UU reading www.uukānshu.com, I remember you weren't that old then." Ivo recalled.

"Big? Are you saying I'm very old?" Nafi said in a bad tone.

Ivo squinted at the tall mountains, Na Fei's face suddenly understood, her cheeks flushed, and she became angry and said, "You molested me again!"

Ivo immediately got serious and sighed, "I am afraid that severe winters like this year will continue to occur for several years."

"You change the subject again! Believe it or not, I'm leaving!"

"I don't believe it, unless you kiss me."

"you…"

Just as the two were fighting, the curtains rose automatically without wind, and a figure appeared behind Ivo. Nafie stood up immediately, drew out the staff, and waited.

Ivo remained unmoved, and calmly drank the black tea in one sip without looking back, and said helplessly: "Commander Johnson, do you have to turn the window?"