The scene was quiet.

The silence is a little weird, a little heavy, a little weird.

Everyone's eyes pressed down at this time, although these gazes did not have any power, but when these gazes pressed on people, they were not something that ordinary people could bear.

Ms. Freni stood quietly in the middle, her face calm and calm, her face not moving.

"Freni, Dear Lady Freni, do you support our Bermous-Eye's Locke at the helm as the Ombudsman of District Eleven?" said the middle-aged man with Bermous-Eye, a nonchalant chuckle on his face.

"I don't support it. ”

Freni didn't hesitate much, just shook her head and refused.

It's still quiet.

But the scene around me became very strange and weird at this time, and there was a feeling of saying it.

It's as if a storm is coming.

"Fleni, dear lady, you do not support, you ...... Why don't you support it?" the middle-aged man laughed slightly, he looked calm, but unconsciously, there was a coldness on the middle-aged man's body.

This middle-aged man, like Ms. Flaney, is a terrifying existence at the peak of fourth-level true intent.

The middle-aged man spoke, speaking very slowly and softly, and his voice was not heavy, but the coldness of Sen Sen was very directly revealed.

Naturally, it is ill-intentioned.

"We, the Glinta Hand, are headed by the Inspector of the Eleventh District, and according to the rules laid down by the two thrones, we must wait until ......," Lady Freni wanted to say.

"Ma'am, you should die as the hand of your ginktama. ”

Before Ms. Freni could finish her sentence, the middle-aged man interrupted her, smiling slightly, looking very gentle.

"So, ma'am, from now on, don't think about your so-called ruler, he's not an ombudsman, he won't be, henceforth, he won't be. The middle-aged man's smile was very arrogant and arrogant.

It was still quiet, and all the wizards and warlocks were looking at Lady Flaney like this.

A little behind him, the Silver Demon Clan named Charander watched this scene with interest, his face showed a hint of curiosity, and some surprise, but more like in a circus, next to Charland, Angolo, who was wearing a black robe, looked coldly at Fleni in front of him, his eyes were full of cold chills.

He had a deep, deep hatred for Morin, and now that he saw Morin's wizarding and warlock organization being oppressed like this, he was naturally extremely happy.

In the high-backed chair, Locke watched the scene quietly, his fingers running over his clean, black beard that was measuring his lips, and a smile of incomprehensibility appeared on his face.

Gintama's Hand......

Hehe, Gintama's Hand.

And that Merin, a somewhat peculiar fourth-level True Intent Warlock.

Speaking of which, they have a lot of grievances between the Hand of the Silver Soul and that Maureen Olsen, not to mention the previous incidents, let's just say that during the time of the Bloodline Royal Court, the powerful golden lions they sent out were all killed by that Merin.

I have to say that this matter is very, very secretive, and this is also after Locke's strength has been further improved, and he used witchcraft to get relevant results.

"Actually, it's a pity that the golden lion is really a pity, originally I still had some other effects, but it's a pity that he died......" Locke thought so, a little regretful.

But it doesn't matter anymore.

That Maureen Olsen was banished to the endless Chaos Astral Plane, and he would never return in this life, and it was almost the end of the day.

From this point of view, Locke is a little regretful in his heart, after all, he didn't kill that Morin with his own hands, that Merlin has a good strength, and the bloodline on his body should be very peculiar, but unfortunately, he can't make some other attempts.

"Dear Locke is in charge, we have a good arrangement, but I still have a question. "This is, the voice of the young man of the Silver Yao Demon Clan sounded next to Locke, and said, "The Hand of the Silver Soul obviously won't agree, then, are we going to come here to destroy the entire Hand of the Silver Soul?"

"No, if it's an ordinary wizard and warlock organization, but this Gintama Hand is the wizard and warlock organization that the previous Inspector belonged to, so we can't do that. ”

"Whether it's superficial effort, or to reassure other wizarding and warlock organizations, or to show the two thrones, you know, that Maureen Olsen is very fond of the two thrones, he is the junior they agree with very much. ”

"It's going to be a problem. ”

Locke's hand lightly rested on the armrest next to him, a smile appeared on his face, and he smiled slightly, and said, "Don't worry, I thought of it, I will deal with the hand of the silver soul." ”

Not......

Charland shrugged slightly, the look in his eyes was unclear, but he didn't speak anymore.

It's got to this point, so let's move on to the rest of the story.

"Lady Flaney, you don't agree with our Eye of Bermus' Locke taking the helm as the Ombudsman, do you want to fight him...... Hmm, are you worthy to fight my mentor?" the middle-aged man smiled, he spoke very softly, like a spring breeze, giving people a warm feeling, but under his gentle countenance, there was mockery and contempt that could not be concealed.

"Fighting against the powerful fifth-level spirit ring Mr. Locke, I naturally can't. ”

Fleni sighed in her heart, although she found that something was wrong when she came, but she didn't expect that things had come to this extent, and now the entire Gintama Hand was under all the pressure.

There's not much she can do now, which is to persevere, to hold on a little more.

Wait until Maureen arrives later.

Merlin is also a spirit ring, it is estimated that if Morin arrives...... Maybe the situation will get better, after all, he is the real ominator in name.

"No matter what, our Silver Hand will not agree. Lady Freni thought to herself, calming down a lot, and she raised her eyes to look at the middle-aged warlock in front of her, and even at Locke in the back.

"Ma'am, do you think you alone can represent the entire Gintama Hand?" the middle-aged warlock didn't speak, and the smile on his face suddenly turned weird.

What the?

Lady Freni suddenly felt that something was wrong.

"Honorable Locke, we, the Hands of the Gintama, are willing to support you as the new Ombudsman of District Eleventh. At that moment, behind Ms. Flaney, an old, hoarse voice suddenly came.

Ms. Freni was familiar with the voice.

Martha?

It's Martha!

Fleni Huo Ran turned her head, and the many Silver Soul Warlocks she saw were already standing behind Martha at some point, and at this time, Martha was bowing to Locke, very respectful.

At this time, the aura on Martha's body was surging, and it was already a third-level peak.

"Martha, you ......" Fleni looked at this wonderful sister who had known her for many years.

"Martha, you're crazy!"

Fleni yelled angrily.

"Flaney, you're crazy. Martha raised her head, she looked at Fleni coldly, her eyes were not at all warm, they were full of coldness, and said, "Now you can't see the situation clearly, you are crazy." ”

"You're dragging our entire Silver Soul hand to death. ”

"Flenei, you damn it!!"

"You damn !!!"

Listening to Martha's murderous words, in an instant, Ms. Freni stood in place as if she had been struck by lightning.

............

Maureen walked ahead.

Dark.

It's dark.

Upon entering the palace, all Morin saw was a void and empty darkness.

It was as if it was a netherworld, with no up, no down, no direction, and it became a place of chaos.

As if after a trance, a hazy light finally appeared in front of me.

Light fell from heaven.

Little by little, it seems to be an illusion.

A thick black drag chain fell from the air, tying a young man in tattered clothes and covered in bruises.

The young man seemed to be seriously injured, and there were blood stains everywhere on his head, body, and clothes, and on the man's body, there would be a faint golden light flashing from time to time.

Morin felt the man's breath, and after a moment of silence, he slowly walked over again.

The aura on his body slowly changed.

"Hello, dear God. As Morin walked through the dark air, he came to the young man's side and spoke softly.

After a moment of silence, the young man's body suddenly trembled violently.

"This breath, this breath...... Gods, yes, real gods. ”

"I didn't expect it, I really didn't expect it, in the endless years, I ...... I was able to feel the breath of the gods, and I was able to see a god. ”

"Honorable God, you ...... Hello, I'm Sotas, ...... Sotas Rollsjoder"

A faint voice came, and the young man slowly raised his head, revealing a blood-smeared, exhausted and painful face.