Heavy chains come to a halt in the deep corridors of Coldridge Prison, and Queen Claire, once the most powerful woman in the Empire, now a sinner in chains, has enough experience to withstand several thick novels. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Seventeen hundred and forty-six?" the words of inquiry came from the jailer who led the way in front of her, and the queen who had been stripped of her name had only one number representing how she would spend the rest of her life.

"The lion is asleep. Like a witch's muffled chant, Queen Claire's face, which could not be seen, showed a look that the jailer had never seen before, like a sigh and a joy, and with this low abnormality, a different sleep, this prison immersed in the long history of the empire instantly erupted into an irrepressible sound.

It's crying, it's ridicule, it's more sadness, those criminals who have never made a sound, those who were sent here by the Betley Empire, by the royal family of Lane, heard Queen Claire's whisper, that voice was full of the vicissitudes of history and helplessness to send out their long-suppressed emotions.

The jailer, who had been working in the Cold Ridge Prison for many years, also felt an unbelievable strangeness in the face of this sudden scene, but this strange scene did not last long, and in the corridor in the dark corner, a never-before-seen footsteps sounded in the ears of the jailer.

There is no characteristic sound of chains rubbing the ground, and the sound that pours into the ears of the jailer is more like a barefoot person stepping on the hard ground, and then making a popping sound, the strange sound from far and near, and at the same time, it gradually reveals who this uninvited guest from the outside world is.

"Sheep-headed man!" the jailer's last voice was like a sharp arrow in the darkness of the night, letting out a brief whistling, and then falling silently into the dirt, never to move again.

The viscous blood soaked Queen Claire's feet along the ground, and the smell of sulfur mixed with blood irritated the old woman's already somewhat weak body, but in the face of this uninvited guest, the old queen appeared extraordinarily calm, as if she had seen a friend or relative, without the slightest fear or discomfort.

"It's a fragrant smell, Claire. The sheep-headed man's fangled lips wriggled in Queen Claire's ear, and a blood-red tongue full of inverted teeth swept across the queen's face as if it were a delicacy, and the wrinkled skin split into fine blood streaks with the rough flow.

"Sweet. The ugly and hideous face of the sheep-headed man who withdrew his tongue showed a look of satisfaction, as if it was not viscous blood that had been swallowed in his belly, but an incomparably delicious delicacy.

"We're meeting again, Shogues. Ignoring the bloodstains on her face as if she had been scratched by a cat, the aged Queen Claire seemed extremely calm, as if she felt very normal about the greeting she had just received, and had forgotten that the body of the sheep-headed man in front of her came from her ambitious son.

"yes, what a nostalgic taste, Claire, you're as beautiful as ever. The sheep-headed man Hugus looked at the woman in front of him who had been eroded by the years, and sighed that it did not fit his identity.

"Your demon's aesthetic is really abnormal, is this loose skin and wrinkles also beautiful?"

"No, appearance is just a shackle to beauty, Claire, only the soul is the most beautiful and precious thing in the world, so your immortal soul is truly fascinating. The fishy yellow pupils were full of indulgence, and the eyes of the sheep-headed man Hughes seemed to have reached the innermost thing of this woman through this flabby and aged body.

The soul is the demon's favorite thing, and Claire's soul is a treasure that every demon is fascinated by, it will not decay because of time, it will not disappear because of death, only Claire's soul will not disappear, it will not grow old, and it will always exude a charming fragrance in her own hands.

"yes, your compliments still don't make people happy. ”

"As always, don't give face, Claire, it's not going to be a lifesaver for you. The sheep-headed man flapped his wings behind his back, and a gust of wind blew in the deep corridor.

"A lifesaver?"

"Yes, Claire, after all, you are my most important target in the mortal world, and the last hope of our demons, the Deep Blue One. The utterance of a forbidden word plunged the deep ghost into a deathly silence, and Queen Claire looked at the demon from the abyss with her eyes narrowed slightly, as if revealing a hint of disbelief.

"It's been a long time since I've heard someone call me that. ”

"Yes, the smell of nostalgia always gives the soul the same aroma as old wine, are you right, Claire. The look of intoxication looked extremely strange on the face of the hideous sheep-headed man, but it was appropriate.

In this deserted prison, the people who are far away on the battlefield and in Shenzhen and Hong Kong may never know that this old queen will be connected with the demon from the abyss, this point, I am afraid that even the Grand Duke Violet who traded with the devil is completely unaware of it, and now he is intoxicated with the birth of a hero, what a depressing pleasure it is, and it is also the result of his single-handed promotion.

"It's as gorgeous as a summer flower. Grand Duke Violet whispered, watching the sky-high light intertwined with the darkness, watching the charging soldiers fall into the surging demon tide, and those eyes full of wisdom and shrewdness rarely showed a trace of infatuation and madness.

"Dead?" Anna was like the shadow of the Grand Duke of Violet, standing quietly beside the powerful nobleman.

"Do you mean that naïve princess, or your stupid boss. ”

"Is there a difference?"

Yes, there is no difference, whether it is Princess Sophia, who was full of ambition at the beginning, or Delian, who is now facing the Count of Luvia and the Holy Maiden, there is no difference between the two in the mouth of the former clerk Anna, both of them have entered the path of death, which has been perfectly reflected in Delian.

A large amount of blood spilled from the wound on his chest, soaking the front of the imperial commander-in-chief, and even if he knelt on one knee, his tall body still maintained the posture that an imperial soldier should have, but the sharp sword was no longer able to swing out, and the scene in front of him began to blur.

"What a rare combination. Death was imminent, and Delianne still had the leisure to make fun of the two people in front of her.

"Before dying, you Betley soldiers are like this?" Compared to ridicule, Count Luvia is definitely a first-class master.

"Quick fix. I don't know if it's because of facing the female knight Tina, the saint's indifferent expression has been a little eager, looking at the female knight who is also scarred, the girl who believes in the saint shows a trace of panic in her heart, especially in the face of those eyes full of surprise and incomprehension.

"Yes, yes, the Holy Maiden has spoken, and she will naturally serve. Luvia restrained the chuckle at the corner of his mouth, and looked at the light rising in the distance, and knew in his heart that since he had reached the last step, let him play the final chapter for Betley's curtain call.

The death of the princess, the death of the general, and the imprisonment of the queen are really a sad play, Count Luvia, who thought so in his heart, slowly raised the flying blood blade in his hand, and greeted Delian in front with an extremely happy smile.

The Lion's Path, stop here!