"Smack! Syllable! Syllable! On the high platform, there was sparse applause. The crowd of people who were hidden in the darkness applauded.

"Worthy of the professor, the person you fancied." A grim voice came from the crowd, it was a very young voice, a man walked out, and they were all wearing the same masks, so Priskas didn't know who the other was.

And the young man who came out of the shadows made Preskars feel displeased.

"It is also thanks to you." Preskars looked up and replied indifferently.

"We're also trying to speed up the trial. So it's offended, and I hope you don't get offended, Professor. Fortunately, the experiment was successful. Behind the young man came another thin figure, explaining. Despite his explanation, no one would believe it, but their actions had angered Professor Preskas.

"Hmph, that's really your love." Preskars snorted coldly, the purpose of the two sides was tacitly clear to each other, only this time Preskars didn't expect the other party to be so unscrupulous. But now, they can't do anything anymore, a chosen knight who has completed the nerve connection, even if they don't know that Cons Dante is the knight king, is enough to make the various forces crazy. At least Cons Dante's safety can be guaranteed.

The chaotic staff was hurrying to the center of the test bench to separate Cons Dante from the machine. They disconnected the intricate black cables and machines on the ground, and the first aid team rushed up and put the collapsed young man on the stretcher with his back up, only to see that Constance Dante's back was covered with blood, and they hurriedly injected Constance Dante with medicine and stopped the bleeding from the wound.

Fortunately, although Constance Dante fell into a coma again, but only some excessive blood loss, it was not a major problem, and after a general examination, the medical staff was finally able to determine that Constance Dante's nerves were not damaged.

Watching Constance Dante be taken away for medical treatment, Preskars walked from the command room into the center of the test bench and took off his mask, for him there was no need to wear a mask, just obeying this unspoken rule that everyone tacitly acquiesce, but at this time he was undoubtedly expressing his dissatisfaction in this way.

"That's it for today's trial, and I think you've got what you want." Priskas didn't say anything more, and walked away.

"Constance Dante. I am afraid that this name will soon become known to those in power throughout the Levant. Preskars whispered softly.

But that's not a good thing for you! Preskars said silently in his heart.

But this is the price, the world is fair and unfair, and everything is doomed from the moment Cons Dante sits on the mecha.

And in the empty testing ground, there were only those masked men in black cloaks, and they did not leave immediately, but talked a lot, and the various forces were discussing what was going on independently

Looking at Pliscas's back, Anthony also shook his head dumbly, the young man who spoke just now was him, and this time he came not from the family but the adult. He is the only one here, and he represents the identity of the adult. This is an honor for Anthony.

But at this time, Anthony was a little uneasy, that adult was actually doing these things, did the family know? And why did the Lord send himself? Everything is a mystery, but fortunately his identity is well concealed, and no one knows his identity.

Could it be that the family is secretly fighting against the Holy See? Antony was becoming more and more confused, and since leaving Crete, his previous uneasiness had intensified, and he had decided that he would leave Constantinople once this was over.

Anthony comforted himself in his heart, but he didn't know that the family had sent a secret department to hunt him down, and he had been betrayed by the lord at this time.

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The thousand-year-old city is now a thriving undercurrent of power between the East and the West, with countless conspiracies lurking in every corner of the city, and now these brutal conquests are becoming more and more apparent.

The Rastines only destroyed the Komnenos, but they never controlled the country, from the city of Sophia in the north to the Peloponnese in the south, the Herodians rebelled, and even this Constantinople, the Rastines did not completely conquer it.

After a long history, every secret fortress in Constantinople is like a grain of sand in the sea, and every forgotten corner hides an ulterior secret.

"I didn't expect you to actually get it." The hoarse voice of the old man looked at the magnificent and majestic creation in front of him, but his cloudy eyes did not show the slightest surprise and admiration, as if the huge Cretan fire bull in front of him had nothing to care about at all, but the blonde boy in front of him really sent this behemoth into the city, unaware.

It's terrifying! Even if it was himself, the old man had to start to be in awe of this young man who was less than twenty years old.

"Now, you can start continuing our agreement!" Bashiles asked with a smile, the terrible Grim Reaper would always be so polite and harmless as a young man, but the old man wouldn't feel that way. He had seen too many people, and the smell of blood on the boy's body made him uneasy.

The old man nodded, but still hesitated.

"At that point, it will be a river of blood." The old man said softly.

However, what answered him was a casual sneer. "Coming out of the ruins of the devil are all bloody demon gods, and only the sea of blood and bones is worth celebrating, isn't it?"

"It's a pity that this is not my work, these things in the West are nondescript, where is this something that human beings can control." The old man shook his head and said dismissively. The works in his hands for the New Year are even terrifying for the elite knights of the New Roman Empire, and at this time, he has no choice but to use the Cretan fire bull in front of him.

The old man glanced at Bashils beside him, no one knew where the crazy boy came from, what his purpose was, and his arrival was bound to bring killing and chaos.

"Don't forget that your life is in my hands, and with your past crimes, if I hand you over to the Inquisition, I don't need to say anything more about your fate!" Bashiles turned away and disappeared into the darkness, but the words he left behind seemed to linger in his ears. It's like a demon's whisper, and it's chilling.