Even the magic seed was withdrawn from his body, and Flandy didn't want to see the end of the generation of emperors of the Witon Empire.

There was no sound, and it was a long time before Franky opened the bedroom door again.

There was a smell of blood, and the bed in the bedroom was already covered with blood.

And the dagger was stuck in the heart of His Majesty Mandel.

Originally, Flandi wanted to cut off his head and bring it back to the imperial capital of Oskaia, but seeing this kind of scene, he was a little unbearable.

While hesitating, an old man walked in from outside the bedroom.

The old man was dressed in aristocratic clothes, walked very steadily, and his gray beard was not messy.

When he saw the corpse of His Majesty Mandel on the bed, he didn't panic at all, but looked at Flandi who was standing aside, a little surprised.

"You're not Algernon?"

Flandy didn't notice the old man's presence at all, and suddenly heard the old man's voice, only to realize that the old man was very close to him.

This made him feel shocked, but he didn't show it, but said very calmly: "No, who are you?"

The old man did not answer Flandy's words, but looked at the body of His Majesty Mandel on the bed, and asked, "You killed him?"

"No, he committed suicide. ”

The old man was a little surprised, and then smiled lightly: "The emperor of the Viton Empire died at the hands of the assassins of the Oskaia Empire, I don't say it, who knows if it's not?"

"I know, he committed suicide. ”

Frandy's eyes narrowed.

"There are guards outside. The old man said something incomprehensible.

Not understanding what he meant, Fran asked, "What about having a guard?"

"The guards will find your body lying here. And then you say you're going to find out?"

Flandi instantly understood, and was a little disdainful. The twelfth-level demonic beasts have done it themselves, and they are still afraid of a human old man? But they don't dare to be careless, the two magic spells of "Earth Armor" and "Stone Shield Technique" are ready to be launched.

The old man's expression was very relaxed, and he didn't seem to take Flandie in his eyes at all,

Just as Flandy was about to attack, he suddenly noticed that the old man actually smiled slightly.

Immediately afterward, I felt that my spiritual power was being rapidly compressed.

"Psychic magic!" said Frandy secretly.

Spiritual magic is a branch of order magic, and magicians who can cultivate spiritual magic are all gifted, and their innate spiritual power is stronger than that of ordinary magicians. 、

Flandi's mental power is already at a good level among magicians, but it is still far from a great magician.

And a magician who specializes in spiritual power can even surpass the great magician in his spiritual power.

As the spiritual power that was spilled out was forced back, although Flandi struggled to resist, he felt that the other party's spiritual power was like the sea.

And he is just a small wave in the sea.

The old man was not in a hurry, and just looked at Frandy with a smile.

Gradually, Flandi's spiritual power has been forced back into his body, but the old man's spiritual power refuses to stop, and even seems to have become a substance, binding Flandi to immobility.

The power of this restraint was so strong that Flandi couldn't break free even if he used all the strength of his body, and the power slowly became bigger and bigger.

Flandi felt like dough on a chopping board, being kneaded back and forth, and her internal organs turned upside down, which was extremely uncomfortable.

"Wow" A mouthful of dark red blood spurted out, and then the skin pores of Flandi's whole body were slowly oozing blood, and the whole person was surrounded by blood!

"Earth Armor!" Brandi snapped his tongue and unleashed the magic with the last of his inspired mental power.

A piece of earthy yellow crystal armor covered Frandy's body, and the binding force was kept out.

The old man frowned, feeling that this ant was a little grumbling, and once again increased the output of spiritual power.

Countless earth-based magic elements were attracted into the armor, and no matter how much spiritual power the old man used, he couldn't make an inch.

"Hmph!" the old man was a little angry, and simply gave up the force that bound Frandy.

Flandi felt that the omnipresent spiritual power around him disappeared in an instant, and he was about to breathe a sigh of relief, but he felt a soul power invade his mind.

"Soul induction?" Frankie lied for the first time!

"No, no, it's not soul sensing magic!" Although Flandy had never practiced psychic magic, he knew something about it.

Soul sensing is a fifth-level magic of the spiritual system, which is relatively mild, and it is to detect the fluctuations of the opponent's soul in a way similar to "voyeurism".

And this old man's soul power is extremely savage, and he wants to directly invade Flandi's mind and plunder his soul!

"No, you can't just give up!" Flandi wanted to resist, but the other party's soul power was too strong to resist at all, and his eyes went black and he fainted.

The old man chuckled and began to examine Flandy's soul memories.

......

Loneliness, helplessness, numbness, I don't know when I woke up again, no body, no consciousness, nothing seemed to be there, just floating in the universe.

He didn't know how long he had been drifting, and he felt like he had forgotten who he was.

The last time I woke up, the spiral galaxy didn't seem to be from this angle, and it seemed that a short time had passed.

The universe is not pitch black, and various galaxies, nebulae, and star clusters do not seem to be far away. Everything seems so mysterious.

But after a long time, no matter how mysterious the scenery is, I am used to it.

I didn't think about anything, the days of drifting like this were too long, and I couldn't count them in "years".

Mom and Dad, and my sister, they have already been ancient, and there are Atai, Qiangzi, and Honghong, and they can't exist.

Even Algernon, who claimed to be the longest-lived, only outlived them only a little longer.

Hey, who is Algernon? It seems to be a Westerner's name, I don't know a few Westerners, it's a strange name, forget it, maybe it's from a novel I've read. Leave him alone.

Human life is so short, a mere 100 years, in this eternal universe, is simply insignificant.

Life, what is life? Is it still life?

The numb brain spins very slowly. Boredom thinking about some questions that never know the answer to is also a lonely pastime.

With this strange and boring question. Gradually, I don't know how long it was, he fell into a deep sleep again.

Hey, what a nuisance, while he was sleeping, he felt as if there was a mosquito buzzing around, albeit a small, tiny, tiny thing that I don't know what it was, and woke him up.

He was interested, teasing the gadget he didn't know what it was, but he could sense it.

The gadget seemed to be scared, hiding from the side, but it had been hovering in a small area within his senses.

He himself didn't know how big he was, and it seemed that the concept of big wasn't a big thing in the universe.

Maybe it's because this gadget that I don't know what it is is too weak, and it feels like it only took a short while, and he hasn't played enough with it, and this gadget has dissipated.

It's a pity, but it's gone.

Do gadgets count as life? I don't know. He didn't even know what he was, how could he know what that little thing was?

A little thankful for the little gadget that accompanied him in his loneliness, although only for a very brief moment.

It was so boring that he sensed his surroundings and felt that nothing had changed, so he fell asleep again.

......

Flandi felt like she was in a dream, and the dream was still about the days when she was wandering in the universe.

Before I opened my eyes, I felt the pain in my body everywhere for the first time. It hurt so much, like being run over by a road roller.

After a while, the sense of hearing slowly recovered, and the noisy sound came, and I don't know what the soldiers in the distance were shouting.

Something pressed down on the body. And it's hard, I don't know what.

He struggled to open his eyes, but he couldn't see anything clearly, and he smelled a puff of smoke and dust in his nose.

I struggled a few times, as if something was pressing on me.

"Drink!" struggled to stand up, pressing his own things and rolling aside. A heart-piercing pain in his left hand and right leg.

"The bones are broken, why can't you use your strength?"

Flendi felt a little strange.