Demon King

The starry night is full of sky.

Baron Bulalay was standing on the balcony, looking down on the city, holding red wine, but his mind had long since drifted away.

Three days ago, the Cavaliers team he sent out to track Ivo lost contact, which made him very angry. He felt that Ivo must have done it, and it is very likely that the Cavaliers team had been wiped out.

He smashed tens of millions of Berners on the Cavaliers team, and that's it.

"Trash heresy." Baron Braley cursed in a low voice.

He is bound to get the treasure map. Baron Blarley murmured to himself, and his men reported that Ivo was about to leave Blarley, but he was not in a hurry. He was going to ask the lord of the nearby territories to help. Although he would pay some rewards, For the treasure map, this price is worth it.

"The treasure map is definitely mine in the end." Baron Braley smiled coldly. Odin 6 is his home field. This hillbilly from North 6 can't escape his palm. He took a sip of red wine and wrinkled. Frown, the taste is not very good.

The butler said that this was the best wine, and it seemed that he had been cheated. Baron Bulalay shook his head, put down the glass, and didn't plan to drink any more.

Suddenly, Baron Bulaley had a cramp in his abdomen, his throat was fierce, and the pain spread rapidly. He slammed his neck, coughed violently, his face gradually flushed, almost asphyxiated.

Baron Braley stared at the red wine glass on the table, and a thought flashed through his mind.

"poisonous……"

Blood overflowed from Baron Braley's mouth, and he collapsed, his godless eyes full of unwillingness.

I still have a lot of things I haven't gotten, how can I die...

Treasure Map……

Who is going to kill me?

These thoughts were fleeting, and the darkness swallowed his consciousness.

Baron Bulaley, poison.

The assassin in helper uniforms slipped through the back door of the manor kitchen.

...

Augus City, the capital of the Odin Empire, is magnificent and full of luxury.

In the Cabinet of the Royal Palace, Odin's "right hand" of the King, President of the Parliament, Murbach, instructed the imperial internal affairs report sent by the cabinet ministers.

Odin's "King's Right Hand" is equivalent to the minister, in charge of the internal affairs and administration of the empire, and the "King's Left Hand" is equivalent to the General Marshal, leading the army.

The prime minister has great powers. He is responsible for the king’s internal affairs, is directly responsible to the king, heads the cabinet, and serves as one of the eleven presidents of the council. Murbach’s title is a marquis, but even if the duke meets him, he will be polite. Angry.

The huge imperial affairs are trivial. From morning till now, Murbach has issued hundreds of documents. He rubbed his eyebrows. He was a little tired. He was more than 60 years old and could not keep up with his physical strength. He decided to finish the next document after he gave instructions. Go home and rest and let the Cabinet of Ministers handle the rest.

However, this document attracted Murbach's attention.

This is the death list of the lords of the provinces of the empire. There are more than 20 nobles who died, and 80% of them were assassinated. Baron Bulalay was on the list.

"The Brotherhood is getting more and more rampant." Murbach twitched.

The cabinet minister next to him said solemnly: "The rewards of nobles in the Brotherhood are usually very high. We can't let this continue. If everyone can pay the rewards to assassinate officials, the future of the empire will be gloomy."

Murbach snorted coldly: "These civilians who are never satisfied are like disgusting goblins. Human confession is an abyss that will never fill in. Learning to compromise is the basis of being a human being. It is a pity that civilians will only be insatiable."

The Minister of the Cabinet said: "We need to change our attitude towards the Brotherhood. The wooing has not had much effect. They abide by the **** so-called regulations and do not accept the control of any forces."

"The Brotherhood is a dangerous dagger. If it can't be used by the empire, just break it." Murbach said coldly: "The age is different now. The blood is naturalized and the world is peaceful. Let this group of assassins exist. , Is the destruction of order."

"Sir, do you mean to start a backup plan?"

Murbach nodded, "You go to visit the Torrido family and meet with 14 blood council members for me. This group of old friends from the Brotherhood will accept my suggestion. Dealing with the assassins has to be professional."

...

In an unknown and mysterious place, countless creatures wearing gray robes of the same style gather here. The reason why they are called "creatures" is because this group of people is heterogeneous and contains almost half of the races, humans, dwarves, and elves. Goblins, orcs...even murlocs whose brains are about the size of a walnut are among them.

These people have only one feature in common. They stretched out their left hand and opened their palms upwards. The same red tattoo pattern appeared on the palms of all of them. It was a thorny pattern with an eye in the background.

The thorns cover the eyes.

This is the sign of the Heresy Alliance.

The thorns represent the church, and the eyes represent the people. The meaning is that the secular is blinded by the church. This is also the creed of the heretical society, hating the church, and intends to subvert the faith and order.

"Only one member of the team sent to stop the Redeemer survived. We should send stronger members."

"We temporarily lost his track~www.wuxiamtl.com~ Walk down the city and we will definitely find him."

"Who wants to go?"

"Well..."

"Mr. Murloc said he would not go."

"Damn murloc language."

"Well!"

"Mr. Murloc said that you insulted his tradition, he will fight you, and call you a despicable villain, a pile of rotting dung."

"Can you translate three words so long?!"

Every heresy is a rebellious generation, and the scene is as noisy as a vegetable market. At this time, a voice clearly suppressed everyone's voice.

"I go."

The heretics calmed down and looked at the...little girl walking out of the crowd.

The little girl in the gray robe only reached the waist of a normal man. She coldly said, "If you have information, tell me."

This little girl joined the Heresy Association a few years ago. She is very indifferent. No one knows her details, only that she is a shaman and her name is Luna.

...

Converging with her companion at the border of the Bulalai collar, Nafi was very upset by his act of stunning herself, and did not give Ivo a good face along the way. Ivo coaxed for a long time, and after harvesting a large fireball, she had no choice but to wait for Na. Fei calmed down on her own.

Everyone has their own habits on the way. Nafie likes to read, Barlow likes to wipe his sword, Ender likes to train, Hades likes... Oh, he doesn't have a "like" mood.

Fighting along the way, three small towns in succession went very smoothly. The priest was very kind and gave simple tasks to help the civilians. Ivo liked this kind of dedicated priest and was very trouble-free.

When he came to the next town, he felt throbbing in his body, which was a sign of loose physical limits.

This is the time he has waited for almost three years, as long as he breaks the physical limits of this layer, he can become a storm-rank fighter.

The doubled strength after transforming will be closer to the tenth-level powerhouse.