The Black Scepter

>"The lost traveler? The lost lamb? The curious visitor? The advent? Or, um, the abandoned child of the gods?"

These five sentences were asked in different languages. Murphy lying on the ground only heard that "the abandoned children of the gods" was Byzantine, and there was no other sentence to understand.

The speaker was wearing a gray robe, which looked like an ordinary human old man. His cheeks were old and loose, his eyes were gray, his hair was sparse, he was tangled with his beard on his chest, a wooden stick in his hand, and a strange magic pattern on his forehead- Pour the cross.

Ashcandi stood up with undisguised hostility and vigilance-her breath seemed to have changed strangely after absorbing Murphy's blood, no longer stabbing like a blade, but a little more sturdy Details and momentum.

"who are you?"

Ashcandi answered in Byzantine.

"I'm just an old thing, but it's the end point of your king-class blood family-you seem to be moving towards a position that no one can imagine, coming to the shelter seems to be a good choice."

The guy who appeared suddenly seemed to know Ashcandi's physical condition and strength. He stood on the flat stone ground under the prosperous stars, and his seemingly cloudy eyes were sharp and abnormal.

"Shelter?"

This time, Ashcandy and Murphy froze at the same time.

"First time?"

The old man grinned, his teeth were exceptionally sharp and sharp, and the layers were extremely appalling, "really rare"

This expression made Ashcandi open his fingers directly to make a gesture ready to attack-a stream of air suddenly blows around, and even almost blows out Murphys!

The terrifying posture made the old man narrow his eyes. He shook his head and said: "It seems that you haven't understood where this is-the order of the shelter is simpler than you think, but if you don't know what it represents, Don’t act rashly.”

The voice just fell, and several figures fell from the sky.

Murphy had never imagined that such a scene would appear in front of him-three angels with wings behind them and a white halo floating above their heads, and three demons with bat wings simultaneously landed in front of Ashkandi.

Also, they do not seem to be hostile to each other.

There is no "demon" species in the sinking realm, but in the "abyss" and "inferno", they are the real masters, similar to humans, and the part of the eyes should be red, and the devil's horn above the head shows Their race and rank, their wings are dark, thicker and more powerful than the bat wings of the blood race.

They did not hold a weapon in their hands, but stood there with their shoulders on their shoulders, their eyes were dull, and they were in the same posture as the three angels next to them-the six angel demons with average strengths above level 20 expressed this directly. The attitude of the old man.

No conflicts are allowed here.

"Don’t get me wrong, I can only say one thing: Welcome to the sanctuary, absolute justice, without justice and evil, I think you will like this world and forget all the past that you can’t look back on."

"I don't need to adapt to this world, I just need to return to my own world." Ashkandi didn't have any nonsense and was too lazy to listen to the old man's bewitching words, "Take him."

"Oh, it looks like you have to work harder. The shelter is not a place to come and go. Put away your arrogance, there is no shortage of strong or weak people here."

"You know how to leave?"

Ashcandi asked unkindly.

Three angels, three demons, an unidentified old man, Ashcandi stood in front of Murphy in this way, facing the lineup without fear.

"Me? I haven't considered this kind of problem."

The old man squinted his eyes for a while, and continued: "You have the smell of the sinking world. The Barona family is not a king-level blood you can fight against, even if your strength is on an unpredictable track, it can't fight. Those guys-revenge? I advise you to understand the basic rules first."

The old man turned his head and turned to leave. The six demon angels and demons flew to different places without saying a word. After a while, the silence regained.

"It's so bloody."

Murphy swallowed and didn't seem to believe what he had just seen.

This seems to be a plane independent of heaven and **** and the world-an unrecorded plane, as the two who were thrown here by the main angel Urie, Murphy suddenly thought of something.

The horrible level of the "Sacred Servant Contract" originates from the "Dead Sea Scrolls", and it is also the existence of the finale of the "Paradox Array Atlas". With this idea, a world in which angels and demons coexist without conflict seems to be impossible.

Can God create a stone that he cannot lift?

The existence of this sentence proves everything.

Wan Laiju Jing, the vast world, once again became a prisoner.

Sinking world.

Kulkara Ballena, the king-level blood race and the head of the Ballena family, closed his eyes and nurtured his eyes in a desolate world that was perpetually filled with violent breath in the dark.

As the most powerful person in power in the perishing world for nearly 500 years, Kurkala once had a series of fierce battles with Ashkandi that he did not want to remember-in short, he was with Ashkandi and her The family behind it has suffered heavy losses in order to compete for power.

In that battle, many powerful players in the sinking world fell, and Kulkara, who was originally ranked only in the second echelon, rose quietly in this melee. The seemingly inferior family of the Ballenna lingered under his leadership for a long time. Relying on superior means and tactics after Ashcandi left, took the highest position in the sinking world.

His life is definitely more splendid than any monarch, and there have been three major ups and downs. Although he was directly born with the strength of a baron because of his bloodline, he can go all the way to the monarch level. His hands are not just bloody.

Opening his eyes, the scepter of Sulfuras floated in front of him, calm and stable.

He stretched out his hand, and suddenly the invisible power suddenly invaded the surface of the scepter. After a while, the savura scepter linked to Murphy burst out of unimaginable power, and he completely resisted this man. The soul of the powerful blood clan invades!

"Snapped!"

Kurkala's fingertips were flicked away, and the scepter returned to calm, but the corner of the mouth of the blood race was slightly raised.

"Look how long can you last?"

Murphy was shrouded in a sudden sense of weakness.

With a broken rib but not yet healed, he moaned and sat up with a strong brace.

The fire was burning quietly in front of him. Under Ashcandi's investigation, the corner of the "refuge" made Murphy know where the two were.

The white slate beneath it is about three square kilometers, which is a perfect circle. In addition, the shelter under the starry sky has all the forests, rivers, mountains and even various animals similar to the human continent. In short, it is almost Another human world.

But the residents here do not seem to be so weak.

Not sure that Murphy’s safe queen was "hunting" a rabbit-like prey, but her cooking skills were really poor. When Murphy sat up and gasped and tried to calm down, she was frowning. How to deal with this thing.

The queen who is always cold-faced has never cooked food-there is no concept of peeling and gutting, so when the rabbit thrown in the fire becomes a black mass, she is still Consider whether the heat is worse.

Sensing the strangeness of Murphy, and never knowing how to care about others, she reached out and picked up the darkened “rabbit” from the fire, and asked in a piece of green smoke, “Eat something?”

Murphy's smiling eyes were a little sour.

With extreme tolerance for food, he ate the edible meat all the time, and the recovery rate of the body was obviously accelerated-as an i-level strength, the recovery period of bone fracture will be shortened from three months for ordinary people to one Within a week, if the food is sufficient, the time will be shorter.

But obviously the two are still very vigilant about the world they are in. When Murphy can barely get up, Ashcandi is immediately ready to find a way to leave this plane with Murphy.

They shouldn’t belong to this absurd world. Murphy knew that the loss of the scepter might mean the beginning of a horrific horror—when it was held by a king-level blood, no one could imagine the consequences. .

Moreover, Murphy felt weak for no reason and seemed to have a close relationship with the deprivation of the scepter.

The two began to walk through the primitive jungle, and they chose to walk for two very primitive weeks~www.novelmtl.com~ During this period, Murphys body gradually returned to normal and took the role of chef until this time Ashcandy only confessed how bad she had given Murphy-but thinking about Murphy's performance, she always felt a strange feeling spreading in her heart, like a wild grass, gradually filled She was already dusty and rusty atrium.

The prey in the forest allowed Murphys to find that it was not much different from the town of Hook where he had stayed. The day and night, and the alternation of day and night were also the same. Over the past two weeks, the frequency of chatting between Murphys and Ashkandi had risen. To a record high in history.

A murderous life full of violent queen began to understand that the boy in front of him was once a wild child traveling through the woods, an illegitimate child who inexplicably became the heir to the duke, and also a darling of fate under the guidance of a powerful mage.

Compared to Ashcandy, Murpheus, who was hundreds of years younger and unknown, began to explore the queen’s true inner world and her horrifying experience-the thirteen bloodline family, strong enough to even rule the plane. There are even nine hats and Ashcandi have great hatred; the three big planes of **** have left the footprint of this legendary woman, and there are still legends about her.

But after Murphy woke up, there was no more physical contact between the two, it seemed that it was just a gust of wind.