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The bullet is loaded, and the long knife is unsheathed.

The whole scene has been cleared of a huge clearing.

Before these sinister daggers were revealed, the people who had served as a cover for the front of the stage had long since been separated far away.

They can't see, and they don't dare to see, what's going to happen next.

Show one’s true colors in the end.

If all goes well, then after all the blood that should be shed is gone, they will be taken to the federal secret service and say something that should be said.

left a dirty footnote for this absurd and dark street killing.

"Follow me. Haikris had already grasped the long knife at his waist, and this bloody battle was inevitable, "If you die, I will really be sorry for your teacher." ”

Su Junyan is now completely out of strength, extremely weak, and any damage is enough to be fatal.

He felt a sense of nothingness like he had never felt before, as if he was drifting on an endless sea, with only a rudimentary boat underneath him, which could be overturned by a raging storm at any moment.

He understood that his senior brother must be waiting for an opportunity somewhere now, and when the time comes, he will definitely fight with his life to save himself.

Senior brother is such a person, he doesn't like to talk, but the fire in his heart is stronger than anyone else.

But even if he didn't die.

After this battle, it was difficult for him to gain a foothold in the Central Royal City.

Maybe soon there will be a civil war.

It will be difficult for him and Olivia to see each other again, let alone in the future.

For the first time, he began to regret his intention to return to the Central Royal City.

I don't know when it became gloomy.

There was rain falling in the first place.

When the first drop of rain falls.

Haikris drew an inch.

Moment......

"Get out of the way! What are you going to do? Are you going to fight a civil war?" just when everything was about to explode out of control.

An old and somber voice broke the silence.

He was like a flat thunderbolt, blasting all the way from the blockaded periphery into the field that was about to be bloody.

The soldiers who had been used to cordon off the site from nowhere retreated like a tidal wave.

No one dared to stop the man who was breaking through the game all the way.

Those members of the Demon Warlock Association, who were already poised to attack, looked at that person coldly, and their killing intent surged.

Just because of that person, he is.

Master of Thunder Magical Patterns, **** DiCaprio.

The top three seats in the Council of Ten of the Diaomancers Association.

Head of the Central Amysteria Warlock Association.

It has a variety of inexplicable relationships with the First Research Institute.

It was such a man, an old man, like an angry lion, who strode forward.

The violent thunder and lightning breath silenced the people along the way.

And when everyone present saw clearly the people behind the old man again, those who had risen up a moment ago, those cold killing intent also dissipated.

Because, **** he didn't come alone.

He was angry, but he didn't completely lose his mind.

He was followed by a dozen men dressed in linen robes.

Those people were ordinary, and even for those who had been in the upper echelons of Central Wangcheng for many years, they seemed strange.

But being strange doesn't mean they don't have power.

They were powerful, and their power came from themselves, and even more from the man whom their sackcloth robes represented.

Heinrich, the king of light.

Throughout the Central Castle, the subordinate guards of those who are in high positions and powerful places have unique attire.

Or the iron-blooded, such as the black and red robes of the Pompeii family.

Or extravagant, such as the Lancaster's old court-style armament.

Another example is the Guards of the Military Department, the White Cross of the First Research Institute.

All of them have their own characteristics, but they are inseparable from a kind of authoritative display of power from the top.

Only Heinrich, the king of light, probably because he was lonely in the first half of his life.

So even after he became a king, he has always lived in a simple house and dressed plainly.

His subordinate guards, nominally subordinate guards, and more of his students, followed their teacher's example and came and went in and out of linen robes all year round.

Over time, a tradition was formed.

That is, Mai Bachelor.

That is the power of His Majesty the King of Light.

It represents the will and authority of the King of Light.

So when those in sackcloth robes followed the **** into the entrance.

Many people realized that this cruel farce was over.

Whoever dares to do it again will usher in the wrath of the King of Light.

Although the King of Light is not easily angry, the king's anger never bears to see the world.

It's a horrible thing.

No one wants to be taught.

"Your Excellency Fermat, what are you doing here?" **** strode to the center of the entire storm and stood in the center, but his face was facing Fermat's side.

It's a delicate gesture.

shows that he is actually on the side of Hykris.

There is no way, who made Su Junyan his student.

Everyone knows about the short-term protection.

It's just that no one thought that at such a sensitive moment, he would dare to stand up, even if His Majesty the King of Light was still standing behind him.

"Is that what Your Majesty meant?" said Fermat, who seemed to lose his mind for a moment, as if he were a little unwilling.

But it's no wonder that any person, seeing that the time is ripe, is about to be captured, is suddenly ruthlessly interrupted and destroyed.

There is absolutely nothing too good about the mood.

"Your Excellency Fermat, Su Junyan is my disciple, and your current behavior is suspected of blatantly murdering the lives of others, and I have the right to sue the Inquisition Court of infringing on the vital interests of the Demonic Warlock Association. **** didn't answer him at all.

The situation is clear.

Heinrich's man came, and that was His Majesty the King of Light spoke, and everything was done in moderation.

"Why. Fermat asked himself in a low voice.

"You guys, don't you put your guns away, do you want to come out tomorrow to sweep the streets?" **** saw that Fermat ignored him and didn't care about him, and turned his head and yelled at the White Cross Guards who belonged to the First Research Institute.

Those guards, even nominally some of them, were under his command, and he certainly had the right to yell at them.

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At the same time.

The side palace of the old Lancaster royal court.

Victor Lancaster, the contemporary head of Lancaster, sat in his daughter's empty room as if he had suddenly aged ten years, waving feebly at the guard who had just briefed him on the latest developments of the farce on the street.

"Go and bring the young lady back. ”

Today is a day of shame.

For the entire Lancaster family.