The moment he stood on the altar, Chamberlain suddenly had a feeling that as long as he stood here, as long as he held this dagger in his hand, he was invincible, and he could even kill the powerhouses of the sainthood level in one fell swoop. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

This can be said to be an illusion, or it can be said that it is not, because in the resonance of the altar and the dagger, an absolute exclusion realm has been formed, within this range, no matter what kind of energy attack, the last thing left will only be a pure physical attack, but the body of the saint level is the difference between a dragon and a rabbit compared to Chamberlain, even if the rabbit holds an artifact in his hand, it is not enough to be ravaged by a holy powerhouse.

Perhaps when he stepped above the Intermediate Domain level, it would be possible to turn an illusion that was not an illusion into reality.

Collecting his thoughts, Chamberlain turned to the front of the six people, held up the dagger with both hands with a serious face, raised it to the center of his eyebrows, and then said slowly: "Confess to the ancestral spirit." ”

Belgard struggled to raise his head, his tough bones creaking with a tooth-aching creak under the tremendous pressure, and it was only then that Chamberlain could see his true face.

I have to say that the genes of the royal family are indeed extremely strong and excellent, and the former contender for the throne Belgard has completely inherited this gene, at this time an extremely handsome face, different from Chamberlain's handsome and almost bewitching face, his face is very masculine, and even a scar on the forehead does not damage this handsomeness, but adds three points of masculinity and tyranny.

However, this masculinity will soon come to an end, perhaps because it is just too easy to break.

Belgard slowly opened his mouth and reinterpreted his masculinity in his own words: "You are a soft eater, what qualifications do you have for me to repent? Without the Marquis of Violet, what are you left of? Don't say that I have nothing to repent, even if I have, I will not confess to you, this is the biggest insult to me!"

It can be seen that the pressure on the altar on Belgard is unusually great, even as he roars hard, his head is still slowly being lowered, and his eyes are shining with a light called rebellion, no matter how much pressure he is, he can't put it out.

He had always thought that he was just trying to kill a softie, a who, by luck, rolled onto the bed of a powerful marquis, discredited the royal family, and stood on the opposite side of the whole Frederick lineage, nothing more.

"That's not a legitimate reason for you to do those despicable acts. Chamberlain shook his head and sighed lightly, this kind of person and this kind of behavior are really normal in his opinion after studying psychology.

A person, especially a rebellious and conceited person, after making a wrong decision, will always use all kinds of reasons to deceive himself, in order to eliminate the guilt in his heart or to make himself no longer regret it.

Chamberlain's gaze swept over the six people in turn, and in a clear voice, he said slowly: "Angelina is one of my most important people, there is no doubt about it, but it is definitely not the whole of the power composition, maybe you don't know until now, that sheep-headed demon was killed by myself." ”

Everyone in the audience, except for the thirteen elders who already knew the truth, the eyes of the rest of the people were in disbelief, although in the pan-continent, the rules and power that demons can drive have been suppressed, but the demons' bodies and reaction abilities that are much stronger than humans will not change because of this, Chamberlain is only level twenty, and there is no need to carry magic armor under the conditions at that time, which is basically equivalent to being naked, and being able to kill sheep-headed demons, in a certain sense, already has domain-level combat effectiveness.

In this case, Chamberlain will not fake, and he will not dare to fake, maybe the domain-level powerhouse who was defeated in the hands of Chamberlain before was not really stoned to death by money?

Fourteen people who had been in the presbytery at the time looked at Konstantin with a flash of relief in their eyes, and they finally knew why the old man in charge of Valhalla had made such a proposal, and Belgard's head hung down as if it had lost its strength.

"Tick, tick, tick......"

The sound of water droplets, Belgard's tears hitting the ground, vulnerable when a proud and almost conceited person was shattered by the dreams on which he had anesthetized himself.

Chamberlain sighed, slowly stepped forward, and put the dagger in his right hand: "To be honest, I haven't investigated the details of the contenders for the throne, and I haven't even looked at them much, but I seem to be able to feel that your childhood was not as smooth as mine, far inferior, so after gaining recognition, after gaining considerable power, you are cynical, you are conceited, and in the end it is they who push you to the abyss of death." ”

Everyone was silent, and Belgard's body began to tremble.

Because what Chamberlain said was damn right, Belgard's father, even after Belgard ascended to the throne of a contender for the throne, was still only an earl, such a man, destined to give him too good a life in the same year.

Konstantin's eyes when he looked at Chamberlain changed for a moment, he shook his head slightly, and the old voice sounded again: "Let's start, time has passed long enough." ”

The rules of the royal family are iron-clad, and if repentance is useful, what is the use of asking for rules?

Chamberlain nodded, slowly half-squatted down, and held up Belgard's chin with his left hand, under the effect of the exclusion field, Belgard's masculine face was no longer rebellious, as long as he was deeply remorseful, Chamberlain slowly broke his chin, and the dagger in his right hand pierced directly into his mouth!

At this moment, Chamberlain felt that the dagger in his hand seemed to come to life, and it was constantly growing!

"Ahh

Belgard's wail sounded, indistinct, but all those with enough spiritual strength could hear another wail, which was a howl from the soul level, which meant that this dagger had the power to directly harm the soul!

Chamberlain finally couldn't hold back, narrowed his eyes, and in the golden vertical pupils, the dagger was spewing energy, creating countless branches in front of him, and these branches were like small snakes, scattered into every vein, every piece of flesh, and every bone in Belgaard.

And its main body firmly nailed Belgard's soul, slowly sucking it, slowly peeling it off, crushing, and digesting it, and finally only a fragment of the soul that was not a bit of residue remained.

When the last bit of soul fragment was gone, the energetic branches also completed their mission, retracting into the dagger in an instant, and Belgaard, the originally unruly man, instantly turned into nothingness, leaving only a small speck of dust and a prison uniform, proving that there were once people here.