Throne of Magical Arcana

——Please take a leave first, because the air conditioner is broken and the lease has expired, so I will move tonight, and tomorrow morning I will put the chapter on the weekend to make up, sorry. …………………………………………………………………………

内 In a seemingly ordinary civilian house in the Purple Lily District of Aalto.

The clown leaned against the old big closet, and with his left hand, took a tube of potion from the night watchman's robe and drank it.

The clown who has no more than half of his right body can't even breathe, but can only rely on the powerful vitality of the big knight. After escaping to this secret hiding place, he finally exhausted, and even the strength to take another step to the secret room No, I had to fall down against the closet and try to stabilize the injury with the healing agent.

Pure and holy liquid was poured into the throat, and the clown ’s exposed internal organs and flesh began to squirm. However, no matter how much they increased, they broke up when they touched the break, as if there was an invisible crack there that blocked all the recovery efforts and let life Fast and steady.

"Are you going to die here?" The clown sighed wistfully, and for the first time experienced the horror of top bloodline ability.

He kicked and kicked, a few footsteps approached, and the clown opened his eyes weakly and helplessly, only to watch the vigil catch up.

The mortuary door was pushed open, but Juliana and Lund and Minsk were not included in the mission.

Seeing them, the clown raised a little hope of survival, and struggled to spit out the unwillingness of his heart, word by word: "No ... I ... kill ... is ... professor ... conspiracy ... "

I could not think of myself being cautious, but I still lost in the professor's scheme, but I was the most unwilling and unwilling to die. I did not understand the purpose of the professor. It was because of the wrong purpose that I fell to such a point!

Why is he devouring all this frantically? !!

Seeing the miserable appearance of the clown, Juliana couldn't help turning red even though she was accustomed to death and killing: "Captain, I believe you must be the **** professor, no matter how crazy you can be in front of Na Tasha's face killed Lucian Evans. Hold on, I will treat you! "

Although the clown did say that he was to catch or kill Lucien Evans in front of Natasha, but that was evidenced by the evidence, the promise now seems to be fulfilled, but the premise is not right, no Not to say it is a great irony.

When Lund, who was aside, heard Juliana's words, she felt a bit unbearable on her solemn and solemn old-fashioned face, and seemed to have foreseen something, but he did not stop, but looked as if she was looking forward to miraculously watching Juliana performing magic.

The battle priest is also a priest. Juliana is no worse than other people in healing magic. However, no matter whether she casts herself or the healing magic inspired by the magical items, after the different levels of light are illuminated and disappeared, they cannot make it huge. His wounds improved a little, and the "invisible crack" devoured and divided everything.

"Captain Lund ..." Juliana looked at Lund with sobbing eyes. Here only his level is close to the high level. If there is nothing he can do, then the clown is basically declared dead.

Lund took a deep breath, converging all the weak and sad emotions. The whole person held up his sword calmly, and slowly a layer of calm and deep light lit up on his body. Then the strange darkness of light and black gloves appeared. Blended together and stained by the sword.

He shouted, stepped forward, the sword cut to the clown's wound, and seemed to want to cut the invisible twisted gap.

Elimination of blood can eliminate all supernatural forces except the true god!

In the invisible gap that cut off the clown's wound in the sword's long sword, a series of weird fluctuations occurred, and Juliana immediately felt that something was disappearing.

But the gap remains tenacious, without any weakening, it seems that the sense of disappearance is just the illusion of everyone.

Lund is still not dead, a sword cut off, and a fierce strong wind was stirred, but nothing has changed, and the clown's wriggling flesh still can't heal.

"Don't ... try again ... unless ... Lend you ... become a sky knight ... otherwise ... it won't be eliminated until I die ..." The clown seemed to recover a little, with a funny exaggerated smile on his face A pair of dark black eyes, the past madness, anger, hatred, unwillingness and so on seem to brew the final peace.

"Captain, you ..." Juliana wailed.

As a player who has followed the clown for seven or eight years, she has been rescued by the clown many times in danger. When facing the evil of terror, the captain clown is the strongest backing for the entire team, so even many night watchmen condemned the clown for being crazy. Her character is violent and distorted. She still trusts and admires the captain. She never expected to meet the professor twice. The teammates around her could not help but die sadly.

The clown clown seemed to have the obsession: "It's not me ... kill ... the professor ... conspiracy."

"I know, Captain, I know. If it wasn't for the heads of the tribunal that had delayed the time, we would have arrived in time, so that you would not be framed by the professor and attacked by Natasha in a rage." Juliana expressed to the church 2. Strong dissatisfaction with the tribunal. Although they repeatedly requested that they set off as soon as possible and not let the professor go, they continued to discuss whether it was a conspiracy for the professor to open the night watchman and remove the betrayer, and it took a lot of time to make a decision. And if it wasn't for the church and the tribunal that had retreated weakly under the oppression of the nobles, how could everything be so irreparable? !!

Ellen was not included in the team of night watchmen who chased the professor. He didn't rush to find a possible place for him to hide until he heard of the clown, and then met Juliana nearby.

At this point, he said the latest information: "Morning Star is dead, killed by the professor, leaving the 'end of the betrayer'." His tone was cold and full of anger, if the professor appeared to him at this time In front of him, he could not help but tear the professor into pieces.

"Really?" The clown's anger seemed to be ignited again, struggling to say: "Is the church too degenerate ... too weak, if it was the same as before ... how can we be ... taught like cats teasing mice ... ... playing twice ... "

"Yeah, I think a lot of people in the church have lost their pious faith, and they have compromised with the nobles and compromised with excuses for difficulties and obstacles!" An angry red flame burst from Minsk, and he lost his sense of reason.

The clown's spirit became exhilarated, and his speech was no longer as intermittent as it was just now: "Although I ca n’t control my madness after I have stimulated the bloodline, I have committed many crimes and killed many innocent people, and I feel complacent because of this, like a The real clown, but after being provoked by that bitter monk, I wholeheartedly believe that the Lord keeps the vow of the vigil in mind, abandons enjoyment, and is willing to live in the dark forever to guard the light and justice, and work to fight evil. "

"No matter how crazy and tyrannical I am in the eyes of others, I do n’t even let the ordinary family of the wicked take care of it, but everything I do is without guilt, it ’s all to eradicate evil!"

The clown seemed to be blooming with the last light in his life. When he spoke here, his breath suddenly weakened, and he looked at Lund, Juliana and Minsk: "I hope ... you ... don't ... forget ... the night watchman ... ... Oath ... don't compromise with darkness and evil ... compromise ... don't ... let go ... professor ... "

"Yes, Captain." Juliana answered with tears in her eyes.

Rendell, with his eyes reddish, painted a cross on his chest, facing the clown solemnly and solemnly:

"Night is coming, and I will guard from now until I am called by the Lord. I will give up everything else, stay dark, do not marry a wife, have no children, be free of land, or wealth. I will stay away from glory, praise, and devotion To the dead. I am the opposite of evil, the fallen enemy. I am the flame that resists the cold and pierces the darkness. I dedicate my life and glory to the Lord, and guard the darkness for him, as it is tonight and night. "

Juliana and Minsk repeated the night watchman's vow with tears: "... I dedicate my life and glory to the Lord, to guard the darkness, so tonight, so every night."

The clown stretched out his left hand and drew a cross in front of the unbroken heart: "I ... dedicate ... life and glory ... to the Lord ... to guard ... the darkness ... tonight ... so ... Every night ... so ... "

The clown's eyes slowly closed as the voice gradually deepened. His eyes were scattered, and Juliana's expression of grief and grief blurred.

At this time, the clowns stumbled to hear the sound of crisp footsteps!

Ellend first reacted, turning his head sharply, and then staring at his eyes, surprised and fearful: "Master Amorton!"

A woman wearing a red bishop's robe and a special red square hat stood at the entrance of the Quemen Gate. She had long black hair, and her beautiful face showed a touch of pity.

"Master Bishop Amorton!" Minsk and Juliana were also full of shock and panic. I didn't expect to appear here as the giant responsible for the tribunal, Cardinal Willa Amerton.

Is she hunting for clowns?

Will she punish herself and others together?

莫 Amorton quickly walked to the clown, squatted down and looked for a while before he said, "I'm late, the clown's soul has been cut by the sword of truth ..."

As I talked, the milky white light in her hand slowly subsided the invisible twisted gap, but the flesh of the clown did not have the previous creepiness, just like a mess of rotten meat. This is a sign of exhaustion.

"Master Amorton?" Regarding Amorton's performance, the sad Lund and others noticed that she was not here to arrest the clown?

Amorton squatted in front of the clown, looked at them slightly, and said with a heavy voice: "The aristocracy is arrogant, forgetting the Lord's blessing, the church is weak, and the glory of God is lost. For these, I think you should have a deep understanding .

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Lund and others who have said these words in grief just now empathize, but this is almost a betrayal of the church, and they still dare not repeat it in front of the Cardinal in charge of the tribunal.

Seeing their silence, Amorton turned to look at the clown: "You are the Lord's most loyal night watchman, and on behalf of others within the church who are as dissatisfied with the status quo as I am, I pay you high respect. Still in Heaven Mountain, we will walk with you ~ www.novelmtl.com ~ The glory of the Lord will envelope you, and you will never be alone. "

The clown was almost speechless, but there was still a strong joy in his vague feelings.

"Master, Amorton, are you against the status quo within the church?" Lund asked carefully, an event he had never heard of.

Amorton stood up and looked at them with compassion: "Yes, would you join?"

Thinking of the previous weakness and sorrow, thinking of the clown's end, thinking of the glory of the past, thinking of a big man like Amorton taking the lead, Lund, Juliana, and Minsk all drew a cross on their chests, saying firmly: "The truth only lasts forever .We vow to defend the glory of the Lord! "

The clown's consciousness is completely blurred, as if in a dream that will never wake up, and clearly feel the breath of death.

Before the consciousness completely disappeared, he seemed to see a silver-haired man in a red shirt and black jacket in his dream. He held a glass of red liquid and laughed softly: "He is really trying ..."

PS: The night watchman's vow is changed from the song of ice and fire. The general framework has not changed. It pays tribute to the master. This is the vow that impressed me most. (To be continued [this text is provided by the breaking dawn update group @ 芊 羽 漠漠]. If you like this work, you are welcome to ◤start◢◢ to vote for recommendation and monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation.)

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