In the large room shrouded in darkness, thirty-five powerful figures floated silently in the darkness, silently without a sound, not even a breath.

"Night, you deceived me!"

The sound of gnashing teeth came from a huge bed, and the ears of the thirty-five figures moved slightly, and the darkness around them instantly came to life, layer upon layer, like a tidal wave clapping a case.

"Ruskin Ni, deception, where do you come from?"

A gloomy voice sounded, inexplicably with a hint of a sinister smile.

"You have swallowed my consciousness and taken control of my body without my permission. This is a violation of the contract we made 10 years ago. ”

"Hehe, you also said that it was ten years ago, what do you think is his binding power for such a long time?"

"You" roared angrily suddenly, with anger, igniting the darkness, but the next moment, the anger was extinguished, and a howl and plea sounded in the darkness, "No, dark night, you can't do this"

"Can't do this? I've had enough of your stupidity, now, let me control all the power of this body, what's yours is mine!"

The big bed trembled, shook violently, and made a "squeak" sound, stirring up the dark silence.

An evil light, darker than the darkness, lit up in vain, condensing into a swarthy skeleton above the bed.

The skeleton is not big, but it is just a palm, the whole body is dark, and there are hazy mist floating in it, and the runes of weak mosquitoes and flies collide and merge in it, giving people a strange visual sense that their souls are about to die.

"Whoosh~"

The skeleton streaked through a mysterious trajectory, instantly submerging into the large bed below, and then, black light erupted, drowning the darkness, and a terrible scream rang out.

Thirty-five figures knelt on one knee in unison, bowing their heads and bowing their heads, very respectful.

"See the Chief!"

The tall figure stood up from the big bed, and the viscous darkness came instantly, and the dark aura was released, turning into dark tentacles and falling on top of the thirty-five figures

The Duke of Ruskin's Palace, after being ravaged by three forbidden spells, half of the area was still in ruins, and the gorgeous decorations, exquisite landscapes, and atmospheric houses were turned into a pile of undistinguishable residues, scattered all over the place.

The affected people, lying helplessly on the ground, ragged, empty and desperate, quietly waited for death to come, without the slightest struggle, let death open its fangs, slowly, put it on their necks, and suck their dying life force.

And all this is only because the Duke of Ruskin, who ruled the outer city of Paulol, fell into a deep silence.

In the simple but delicate small courtyard, the knees are full of private soldiers, but they are distinct.

In the back, there are private soldiers who fall into a coma and are unconscious, there are private soldiers who are mutilated and constantly convulsing, there are private soldiers who are blinded and in despair, and there are pale private soldiers Deputy Commander Karui.

In front, the commander of the private army, Kaxiu, knelt on one knee, his face was solemn, and behind him, twelve majestic figures knelt in a row.

Duke Ruskin's gray head was buried deep in the chest of the headless corpse that had become cold in his arms, and the whimper of a cat kept coming, full of sadness.

"Why did you just come back?" the slightly confused words floated out of his chest, slowly and calmly, "If you can be faster, maybe things will be done"

Cassius glanced at the headless corpse, and a flash of grief vanished, what a soft and sweet body it was, and that's it

"The subordinates are guilty!"

"Of course you're guilty!" Ruskin looked up, two fierce flashes of light, vaguely hysterical madness, "Why? Why didn't you protect her well? Why?"

The madness was over, and the sorrow surged out, turning into two lines of muddy tears, dripping from those red eyes, falling to the ground, playing a century of sorrow.

"Do you really think I'm a fool?"

"Do you really think I don't know anything?

Duke Ruskin was in great pain, and the wry smile on the corner of his mouth made the cold wind in the whole sky stop.

"You are reluctant, you are rolling, you have trampled on the dignity of the duke, you have made me like a lowly old dog, watching you do such things under my nose!"

"But, it doesn't matter, it really doesn't matter, as long as you protect her and don't let her get hurt, I don't care. ”

"What dignity, what honor, what this, that, as long as she is happy, what does it matter if I am a pariah?"

"But what did you do?"

Duke Ruskin lowered his head, his gaze soft and cautious, as if he feared that his gaze would cause the slightest damage to the treasure in his arms.

"She's Dead"

The voice of silence is endlessly sad, like the deep blue sorrow of the sea in the east.

"She's Dead"

Duke Ruskin repeated the words, a crying nasal voice filled all the syllables, "Do you understand, she's dead"

"Master!"

The twilight sun was soft and cold, evaporating the cold sweat on Cassiu's body little by little, and he looked at the old lion **** his spouse in horror, and suddenly felt a sadness, a helplessness, and a kind of bondage.

"Tell me, who killed the mistress!"

"I will give everything I have to pay for the mistress with blood!"

"Please tell me, master!"

Twelve powerful voices rang out, clanging like iron and stone.

"Please tell me, master!" the pale Karui scrambled.

"Please tell me, master!" the blind-eyed privateman roared loudly as he lit a stream of flames.

"Please tell me, master!" the mutilated body moved, letting the intense pain crush the fragile consciousness and roar in anger.

"Please tell me, father!" Roskinny walked in from outside the courtyard, his eyes flashing dark, and slowly knelt down.

"Please tell me, master!" the thirty-five tall bodies knelt down, their pale faces full of determination.

"Tell you, of course I'm going to tell you! I'm going to tell you! I'm going to tell you!"

Duke Ruskin carefully put down the treasure in his hand and stood up, the crumpled duke's robe drooped on his emaciated body, without a trace of dignity, but it was this Duke Ruskin, who made everyone bow their heads.

Crazy eyes swept around, and crazy words followed.

"He, the Magic Guild! He, the magician of the three systems of light and water, Shaliye Jinli! They, one is an accomplice, the other is an executioner, they all deserve to die, they must die. ”

"They all deserve to be subjected to the most terrible criminal law in the world, their souls are devoured by the undead in the terrible howl, and their flesh is torn by jackals, I want them to live and not be able to live! I want them to have nothing to do with this world!"

The golden sword was unsheathed, and the gray hair fell from the roots, like the heavy snow at the beginning of the era, with endless cold and death.

"I, Ruskin Cade III, the Supreme Duke of the Empire, swear to all kings that I will not destroy the Magic Guild and kill Shariye Jinli, and I will let everything fall into the abyss forever!"

"Boom!"

Thunder exploded, and blood-colored lightning slid down the sky, imprinting an indelible oath on the sky.