Atlanta was on the verge of an explosion at this point, and nothing like this had happened in three thousand years when a soul entity's replenishment plan had occurred.

If it is really as the people in the audience say, then this task is no different from failure.

The people in the audience, dressed in black robes, had a face blocked by the hat of the cloak, and they couldn't see their faces clearly.

I only heard him reply in a low voice: "Yes, Your Majesty!"

After saying that, the black-robed man immediately got up and walked quickly towards the gate.

The black-robed man came to the wide aisle at the gate of the palace and turned his head to look to the right.

As soon as Catherine, who was standing against the wall, saw him come out, she immediately straightened her body, bowed to the visitor, looked at him with a look of fear, and looked at him tremblingly.

Just before the door was closed, His Majesty's roar was still echoing in the corridor, she could hear it clearly, and her heart was also thinking quickly about how to calm His Majesty's anger!

The black-robed man squinted his eyes and looked her up and down.

When Catherine came back to report just now, he didn't have time to observe, and the white power suit on Catherine's body at this time didn't seem to have time to change.

There was still some blood stains in the middle of the bandage on his thigh, the clothes on his body were tattered, his face was even more dusty, and his long silver hair was already a little messy.

Seeing Catherine's eyes, full of eyes full of help, the black-robed man shook his head, "His Majesty the King called you, go in." ”

Hearing this, Catherine nodded. After the black-robed man finished speaking, he stopped looking at her, turned his head and walked in with her.

As soon as she entered the main hall, Catherine, who followed behind the black-robed man, felt a sense of depression fill her body.

In the dim light of the fire, the silent footsteps of the two echoed in the hall, and she only felt that the carpet under her feet seemed to have no bounds, and a little journey seemed to be as long as a century.

Catherine looked down at her feet, her mind constantly thinking about what to do.

Suddenly, the black-robed man walking in front stopped, and Catherine, who was quietly following behind him, suddenly felt a tightness in her heart and stood there.

I saw the black-robed man step forward and arch his hand: "Your Majesty, Catherine is here." ”

At this time, Catherine raised her head gently and looked at His Majesty the King on the high platform.

And Atlanta, as if it had calmed down its anger, was sitting peacefully on the huge throne at the moment, without a trace of expression on his face, and looked coldly at the two people below.

After the black-robed man finished speaking, he saw that there was no sound in Atlanta, so he withdrew to the side and signaled that Catherine could step forward.

Catherine received instructions from the black-robed man, did not dare to slack off, stepped forward, knelt on one knee, and arched her hand: "Catherine, the Imperial City Sword Saint Guard, see His Majesty the King!"

Her voice is full of a woman's charm, but it does not lose the calm temperament that a general should have.

In the face of His Majesty the King, she didn't dare to treat others with her usual attitude, let alone that she was still guilty at this time, and she still needed to bear the responsibility for the failure of the mission.

Atlanta, who was sitting firmly on the throne, still didn't say a word, his eyes were extremely cold, and he looked straight at the people below who were kneeling with their heads bowed.

For a moment, Catherine only felt that the air was full of depression, like a stone weighing heavily on her heart, and she was about to collapse.

She would rather His Majesty be furious and punish her harshly than endure the horrible feeling.

Leaning slightly, Atlanta stared at her for a moment, then slowly got up and walked down the steps to her side.

I saw Atlanta slowly squatting down, raising his hand to pinch her chin, raising her head slightly, his eyes were cold, without a trace of emotion, and he watched quietly.

Catherine's eyes twitched slowly, looking at the man with the crown in front of her, pitiful, his chin pinched by his body trembling.

"Tell me, why didn't you go to Thomas's funeral, aren't you afraid to come back?"

The icy voice of Atlanta reached Catherine's ears, it was soft, but it was full of killing meaning.

The fear on Catherine's face was beyond words, "Your Majesty, listen to me!"

"Smack!"

Atlanta backhanded a slap in the face, knocking it to the ground, "Explain Nima!"

The sound of lapping and Catherine's soft moans echoed through the empty hall and could not be passed away for a long time.

The black-robed man on the side looked at this scene expressionlessly, and there was no joy, anger or sorrow on his face.

Atlanta got up slowly, looking at Catherine who fell to the ground and covered her face, trembling all over, "This king has let you go for a long time in recent years, do you really think that this king is a fool? Don't think that this king doesn't know what you and Thomas want to do, you guys can turn a blind eye in order to fight for merit." ”

As he spoke, Atlanta raised his hand at her and said angrily: "Five thousand soul soldiers, one person can drown the group of people who came down with a mouthful of foam." Now you have only brought back more than 1,000 people for me, and the strength of my imperial city has lost one-tenth of it at once. , you tell this king, what explanation can make up for the loss of these more than 3,000 soul soldiers!"

Catherine, who was lying on the ground, covered her face and didn't dare to say anything when she was scolded.

At this time, Atlanta took two steps forward, crouched beside her, reached out and grabbed her hair, lifted her head, and looked at her coldly.

Catherine was supported by his pulled arms, gritted her teeth in pain, and snorted heavily, not daring to look at the person in front of her, and even moaning was stifled.

"You don't need to explain that this king also knows that you and Thomas have an internal fight, otherwise how could you let that group of humans run away by nearly a half!"

Looking at Catherine in front of her, Atlanta shook the hair in her hand hard, and Catherine was shaken off.

Atlanta got up and looked at her condescendingly, and snorted coldly, "When you were pursuing, you met the white-faced lion king? Thomas died innocently, why didn't you die with him, and why did you come back? Do you think this king would have anything to think of you, a slut who is a good man?"

At the end of the day, Caitlin heard that His Majesty knew everything, and that he was completely trying to kill his own rhythm.

I saw Catherine immediately turn over, crawl to Atlanta's feet, and hug his thighs, "Your Majesty, you let me go, you can let me do anything, please give me a chance to atone for my sins!"

Catherine shook her Atlanta gown, tears rolling in her eyes, and looked up at him pitifully, a pair of round trembling rubbing against him.

At this time, she is still the one who fights seven sword saints alone, and the majestic sword saint guard of the imperial city. Like a lost dog, he wags his tail at his master, begging for forgiveness.

Atlanta looked down at the woman kneeling on the ground, her eyelids twitching, revealing a look of disgust, "Get out of here!"

As he spoke, he suddenly raised his foot and kicked it, kicking the woman who was pulling his thigh to the ground, "Put away your statue, this king is disgusting when he sees you!"

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