At the solemn banquet, the king was giving a speech, and Klemir looked at the knight who was sitting higher than him angrily, it was hard to believe that such a young man would be a professional at the level of a grandmaster, a legend, and a member of the royal family of the Suluk Empire, although he was only a side branch, he also had a noble bloodline.

The man seemed to sense Klemir's gaze, and looked back and smiled faintly. He had changed into a pair of dark silver armor that didn't look so high-profile, but his overly handsome face still made him as eye-catching as the sun god, and seemed to be the center of the crowd all the time.

Klemir thought maliciously, what does such a beautiful man do in the Suluk Empire?

Could it be that his strong strength is that he worships a good teacher because he is beautiful?

Legends are rare in the Mira Kingdom, but not in the Suluk Empire.

And in this world, there are many legendary powerhouses who have no hope of advancement, but they actually have special interests and hobbies, which are even protected by a certain evil god.

Klemere never diminished his malice towards the young man whom he had only met twice, and he very much wished he could be sent to the gallows.

Unfortunately, the moment he learned of his true identity, Klemir knew that even if he could really frame him and convict him, it would be difficult to take his life, unless it was by some extraordinary means, and the cost would never be proportional to what he receives.

Will the clever Klemere make an enemy with nothing to make an enemy because of a little personal grudge, or even a sense of dislike that is not even a personal grudge, and the object is still such a promising young and strong man? The answer is obviously no!

"Your Excellency!"

"Your Excellency!"

A waiter trotted over and approached Klemere with some anxiety.

"I hear you!"

Klemere frowned, glancing at him with some displeasure.

If he didn't know about this kind of formal occasion, the attendant would not have been able to make his own decisions, and there must have been something very important to come to him, and he would probably have people drag this reckless fellow down at once.

Even now, he remembered what this man looked like and drew a cross for him in his heart.

At least with him, the squire was already hard to recognize.

Klemere has a low career rank but a good memory, which is a big reason why he can become a high-ranking official, he is very smart, he learns everything quickly, he can remember it firmly, he is better at commanding, but he is a little cautious, which is usually masked by his gentle smile.

"My lord, something is wrong, something is wrong!"

"The idol of the god in the courtyard..."

The waiter was breathing heavily, and his voice was terrified.

The emperor on the stage had already noticed the anomaly below, and at the moment when Klemere's expression changed, the king's speech also paused, and then frowned and continued to deliver his speech.

"What's the matter? What's wrong with the idol!

Klemmer clenched his fists slightly, a little more dissatisfied in his heart, more nervous than before.

He is solely responsible for the safety of this banquet!

If something happens to the idol, it can be big or small.

Fortunately, the statues in the courtyard are for people to see, and the real ones for the gods are the golden statues in the back garden of the palace!

So as long as it's not...

"The idol, the idol, collapsed! It fell apart! Even... Even black blood flowed all over the ground!"

After the waiter stumbled, Klemere stood up in shock, but halfway through, he had to hold back his horror and sit back down!

"What!

"No! It doesn't have to be a god's death! What comes out of a god statue doesn't necessarily mean 'evil blood'! Don't talk nonsense!"

"The golden statue in the back! It's not okay! Tell me! It's okay!"

Klemere's voice couldn't help but be a little louder, and he didn't know whether to reprimand the squire or convince himself, he was anxious to confirm.

In fact, the attendant didn't say that after the idol fell and cracked, corrupt divine blood flowed out, but he knew what the other party meant, and this kind of thing was not without precedent in this world.

His words are not wrong, if there is something wrong with the true God, then there is no reason why there is only one idol affected.

After receiving confirmation from the squire that there was indeed only one idol that had problems at the moment, Klemir breathed a sigh of relief.

It looks more likely that this is some kind of conspiracy, that the idol is itself faulty, that it has been infused with some kind of black viscous liquid, and that there may be a control mechanism that will allow it to crack if needed!

But who dares to engage in such a conspiracy in the palace, and who has such energy to lay it out?

There is no reason, no reason at all, this kind of thing that will even offend God is something that the individual knows not to do.

Regardless of what was causing it, or whether something was wrong with the true gods, Klemere knew he was going out to deal with the trouble, because he had already heard the commotion outside.

The Emperor had already made frequent gestures to him from above, with doubts and dissatisfaction. Klemere couldn't say that this kind of problem was probably beyond the scope of his solution.

The only thing he could do now was to try not to let the situation escalate at this time.

In fact, he didn't have to do it, the guards arranged outside had done a good job, at least the chaos had not spread to the banquet hall.

"You go out with me!"

Klemere stood up, bent over as his attendant had come, and cautiously left his seat, trying not to disturb others and attract unnecessary attention. This may be covering his ears and stealing the bell, but it is also an attitude, if even he is panicked and reckless, wouldn't he tell everyone that something big is happening outside.

He knew that he was in big trouble, and if something like this happened, in the end, he must have had no success. Of course, I am afraid that after knowing the truth, the emperor will feel more wronged than him, which is simply a disaster.

In the sky, Lynch looked at the elf god opposite who revealed the aura of the treasure, and showed a wry smile slightly.

This thing is really full of twists and turns, unexpected, never imagined.

He finally understood how he could have been so out of shape before, to have that kind of relationship with an ordinary person or even the most humble court maid.

He was distraught and panicked.

The feeling that made him uneasy was really not an illusion, but another reminder of Zhibao to himself.

But he seemed to be mistaken, so he missed a great opportunity.

This is not a warning sign of a deadly threat, but a reminder of the coexistence of dangers, danger and opportunity come together!

But he regretted that he chose to protect himself.

The elven god in front of him is not weak, he has properly reached the standard of the true spirit level, considering the gap between the two supreme treasures, even if he has to deal with it in his body, the victory or defeat is fifty-five, and even his chance of winning is even smaller.

But this is not because the elves are powerful, but because the treasure is powerful.

No matter how strong this elf is, it is only at the level of just being promoted, even if he was originally high, at this time, it is also a dragon swimming in shallow water!

If what he left behind was not a Dharma Body, but a True Body, then it was still unknown who would kill the deer, at least, there was still hope for a war.

Now, it's too late to say this, and he has run away in shame!

At this time, the Dharma Body was his latest successful spiritual art, which was very complex, allowing his incarnation to have a power close to the spirit level in a limited time. This is a power that is even more powerful than the pseudo-spirit level, and in this world, it is properly a human god level, but it is still a little too weak, especially now. Locked by the other party's treasure, he couldn't even pass on the news, and he didn't even have the opportunity to know his mistakes and change them.

If his incarnation was killed by this man at this time, then most of the true spirits who were far away in the sky would still think that the other party had descended from the real body, and they would not know the truth at all!

But why did this person do that? Why did he put the Arcana on such a weak incarnation? Why did he give up his absolute superiority in strength? Could it be that there was something wrong with the opponent's incomparably powerful body? Or something was wrong with the opponent's Arcana?

These doubts are fleeting, and the answers are important, but he may never get an answer.

He made a right decision before, leaving Qingshan without worrying about running out of firewood, and at the same time, this is also the biggest mistake he has ever made!

At this moment, he was so close and yet so far away from another part of the more powerful Arcana.

"Why do you keep staring at me, in order to make Arcana more perfect?"

Lynch asked lightly, very puzzled.

His treasure doesn't seem to have this function, plundering and devouring growth, is it because he himself is not strong enough?

Arcana, can there be many parts? He didn't even know it before!

Perhaps, when his life is really threatened, he doesn't care about this at all, and he doesn't care if he will be a fool.

But in this kind of situation where the victory or defeat is already doomed, but he will not let his life be in danger, he really wants to know, even if this answer is only for him to understand temporarily!

If the Arcana is truly incomplete, it can be perfected...

Unfortunately, Ling Qi didn't answer.

Because, he doesn't think it's necessary for him to solve the other party's doubts.

A moment later, in the palace, in the back garden, the huge golden statue collapsed!

Beneath the statue, a palace maid was struck by a large fragment of the idol stained with inky viscous liquid, turning into a blurry pile of flesh and blood.

The hill-like head fell to the ground, shattering the stone slabs and half of them embedded in the dirt.

The eye, which was still exposed, had become pitch black, and it was also bubbling with a black viscous liquid, as if it were crying.

It lowered its head, could no longer be lower, and finally, saw her.

In the banquet hall, looking at a group of elves who killed from the corner, and the son of Suluk who killed many nobles in his country, Mirkor's face turned pale.

How so?

His brain, which had been dulled by the previous roar and commotion, had been completely incapable of thinking by the astonishing upheaval.

Laugh at!

The snow bright sword light swept in front of him, and the king coldly watched a handful of hair fall from his eyes, and under the unfazed appearance, there was a heart like a falling ice vault.