The medical dog, who has the halo of democracy, the wings of the rule of law, and the wind of freedom, was beaten into Jingba by a group of royal bigwigs after the experiment, and the aura of Bomei and VIP disappeared in a blink of an eye. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

He estimated that the opening time of that training class and closed training class should be extended to the time when Angelina was successfully pregnant.

"Yes, it's authoritarian."

The medical dog sighed with emotion and wrote a string of numbers on the experimental notes - 9669.

Even if he observed the way the anti-apotheosis potion worked and the process of losing control at close range, it didn't help much in the analysis of the mysterious symbols, and he still had to cross the river by feeling the stones, digitizing and standardizing the process.

Angelina's hand rested on his back: "How long will it take to complete the preparation of this potion?" ”

Chamberlain was silent for a moment, revealing a wry smile: "Unless inspiration strikes, even in the most optimistic situation, without any detours, at least 17,000 more experiments need to be done, and those experiments are more difficult each time." ”

Speaking of this, he himself sighed first, turned his head and looked at the pile of raw materials on the experimental table, which was the most complete set of raw materials for dragon blood powder that he had placed on it yesterday, and the main effect was to break the restrictions of reproductive isolation.

He really didn't want to make this potion, but at this point, it seemed that there was no choice.

"He's meowing...... I love you so much, that my Son may be given unto you, that whosoever believeth in me shall not perish but have eternal life. ”

Chamberlain gritted his teeth and muttered, he did not use the lingua franca of the pan-continent, but a combination of Chinese and Hebrew, well, the first three words are Chinese.

Angelina looked confused: "What are you talking about?" ”

It's no wonder that she was surprised, the serious scriptures are read out with a specific intonation, a special voice and a fixed Yuan Qi fluctuation, which can really cause some regular fluctuations, but fortunately, the medical dog didn't believe in Abraham's set before, and the words he read were also magically changed, otherwise his body should be full of milky white brilliance now.

It's as if after he makes "Gou" and "How", there will be corresponding fluctuations in time rules.

"Nothing, a spell from another world." The medical dog grinded his back molars, reached out and grabbed the pile of experimental materials, "Suddenly I thought of something, should we give the child a name first?" ”

"There's no sign at all, what's the hurry?" Angelina looked surprised and placed her hands gently on her lower abdomen.

The medical dog purified the raw materials indiscriminately, and said in a muffled voice: "The spell just now is actually a kind of prophecy, I suddenly had an inspiration, we have been working hard recently, there will definitely be results, the child's name I have already met, let's call it Messiah." ”

The three words Messiah are still Hebrew, but they are put on the pan-continent as a personal name, and at most they are pronounced a little strangely, Angelina frowned: "You will accompany him for a long time in the future, so be it." ”

The medical dog continued to gnash his teeth, and soon, a clear bottle of potion with a hint of pink appeared in his hand......

Chamberlain, the poodle, is not very proud, far away in the Blackwater Fjord, the aura of democracy is a little lighter, the wings of the rule of law are simply not there, and the wind of freedom is not at the first level.

When he was in the imperial capital, he could spend all day drinking, sitting in a carriage with tens of thousands of gold coins, wearing clothes with thousands of gold coins, holding hundreds of gold coins in his arms for the tertiary industry practitioners who were happy all night, and countless female little nobles throwing themselves into their arms, but what is there in Blackwater Fjord?

Except for the little nobles who came out of the alliance, no one will recognize him as a former preacher, and the little aristocratic women are not like the big aristocratic women who can rely on their blood and talent to defy the sky, and there is no female nobleman who can throw him into his arms and warm the bed!

What's worse is that not far away is the camp of the French Empire, where a full army of heavy armor is stationed, with an average strength of fifteen levels, high-level equipment of one water, plus a few magic crystal cannons at the door of the camp, a full ten, and all of them are ten-level battle-level goods.

Twelve level 8 cannons can directly tear the northern city wall to pieces, and even the defenders of the city can't even leave a human form, what does ten level 10 cannons mean?

Only a pure fool of 24k would think that ten is equal to eight plus two, and the most correct understanding is that the strength of the ten-level magic is equal to the fourth power of the eight-level magic, and the attack of this strength, not to mention the southern city wall, is that the entire city will be wiped out in an instant.

Old Kant stood on the city wall, looking at the ten cannons opposite, his face was light, while Viscount Brian behind him was constantly trembling.

"The show is about to begin." Old Kant said meaningfully, without the slightest concealment, except for a few of his followers and apprentices on this wall, there was only one Viscount Brian left - under the deterrence of ten cannons, the army under Viscount Carrick had long been frightened, where did they dare to stand on the city wall?

Viscount Brian's brows jumped fiercely, with his identity, he didn't know that there was still such a relationship between old Kant and Chamberlain, he always thought that the purge of the little nobles Old Kant and a commoner-born parliamentary party were kept in the dark.

But before he could speak, he saw that old Kant swiped his hands, and a teleportation array was opened, and a small and delicate small smashing cannon that looked like a maximum of four levels of strength appeared on the city wall - even with Viscount Brian's poor military knowledge, he knew that this was a gadget that launched a single magic, to be precise, a tactical-level magic crystal cannon, and even the adjective "big" in the middle was deducted, and the battle-level magic crystal cannon of the same level, the magic energy strength of the cannonballs blasted out was at least a hundred times that of this small smashing cannon.

Two of the old Kant's followers skillfully maneuvered the small cannon a few times, followed by a single cannonball that smashed into the camp opposite.

The French dared to put out the magic crystal cannon, naturally they were protected, otherwise they would be taken away by a nest, what a loss would it be? I saw a layer of dark blue light shining at the gate of the camp, and the shell was swallowed up in an instant.

Viscount Bryan opened his mouth, but the words still didn't come out, because old Kant put away the magic crystal cannon and began to inscribe the magic circle on the ground, and he hurriedly leaned over - as long as you are not a fool, you can know that the French will definitely cover this place with fire next.

However, he didn't step into the teleportation array after all, a black dagger pierced his heart, and Viscount Brian, the pioneer of the new generation of national gods, democracy fighters, and preachers of the alliance, opened his eyes wide, and looked at old Kant in disbelief, and as his mouth opened and closed, blood splattered: "For...... Why? ”

"After doing the dirty work, you must take off the white gloves and throw them away." Old Kant clapped his hands, and the violent spatial rift instantly ended Brian's pain, "You know too much, Your Highness...... I don't like variables. ”