"Where's Mata?"

When Margrethe III received the news that Mackay, Donn, Sean and others had been assassinated, her first reaction was to inquire about the whereabouts of Mata XIII.

"Your Royal Highness, he is going to visit His Excellency Merlin." A court official bowed respectfully to Margaret III.

"Merlin?" Margrethe III held Heringer's killing and said coldly, "What happened to Merlin?" ”

"Lord Merlin, it seems...... Influenced by the Crown. The court official bowed his head, squinted, and looked cautiously at the tips of Margrethe III's shoes.

Margrethe III pursed her lips vigorously.

'The influence of the crown', this is a curse, a curse that must be borne by those who have acquired the power of Hydra.

Just like herself......

She has been abandoning the government for more than ten years, and she has been an ordinary cook in the old grandmother's tavern, although there are some factors of things eighteen years ago, but it is also directly related to the influence of her 'His Majesty'.

His Majesty, Heringle, the symbol of chaos and depravity, the Lord of destruction and greed.

With his power, you will surely endure his chaotic thoughts.

Especially...... Hydra has nine heads, and you only have one head for poor Baba.

"Poor Merlin, I hope he will hold on." Margrethe III sighed with emotion: "Then, Your Excellency Mediga, please take care of the claustrophobic temple, it seems that I can only do it myself." ”

The corners of her mouth curled, and she smiled coldly: "Joe killed George...... It doesn't matter if he did it or not, but this thing is well done. So, this is the Ice Sea Kingdom's revenge on us, right? ”

"They killed a prince, so they poisoned our royals?" Margaret III smiled and shook her head: "Oh, what a good sister to me, her thoughts, her reactions, exactly like mine." ”

She waved her hand fiercely: "Don't let me catch them...... Otherwise, the people who do it, I'll take them and feed the snakes......"

While this was happening, Mata XIII was leading Merlin's two sons into Merlin's bedroom.

In the bedroom, 'Merlin' lay quietly on the bed, without making any sound.

It's just that, occasionally, wisps of serpentine black gas erupted from the center of his eyebrows, rushed up more than ten feet high, and slammed into the ceiling of the room, and there was a constant 'hissing' wail.

The room was cold and bitter, and in the air, there was an undercurrent surging, washing everyone's body in waves.

Confused consciousness, mixed will, strange and evil whispers echoed in the air.

Mata XIII's body shook.

Merlin's children and grandchildren around him only showed a hint of pain on their faces, and Mata XIII was particularly badly affected. His body seemed to be suppressed by a mountain, and as he walked towards Merlin's bed, his footsteps fell on the carpet of the room, and the carpet under his feet shattered little by little, revealing deep footprints.

"Merlin, my old friend." Mata XIII walked to the side of Merlin's bed step by step, and reached out to grasp Merlin's dry, cold palm: "You have finally arrived at this day...... You ......"

Mata XIII roared and retreated.

'Merlin' lying on the bed let out a shrill smirk, and his arm exploded into a dozen or so crystal-clear, long, translucent light blue tentacles.

The flexible tentacles stretched to tens of feet long, and the tiny venom glands on the extremely thin tentacles were clearly visible.

The tentacles turned into a large net and slashed across Mata XIII's body.

On the palms of Mata XIII's hands and arms, extremely thin, bone-deep wounds spurted out large patches of light blue poisonous blood. These seemingly slender and delicate tentacles have a lethality comparable to that of a divine artifact.

Beneath Mata XIII's skin, large golden patterns lit up.

Countless magnificent patterns like oak leaves burned rapidly under Mata XIII's skin. Mata XIII's whole body burned with golden and gorgeous divine flames, and the terrible heat surged, and the divine flames condensed into a set of brilliant armor on his body.

Inside the wound cut by the tentacle, blue poisonous smoke splattered.

The poisonous blood was incinerated by the divine flames, and the damaged muscles of the wound were also turned into flying ashes, and under the impetus of the huge divine power, the flesh and blood in the wound flew long, and it was completely healed in an instant.

Mata XIII's eyes spewed fire and thunder, staring at the 'Merlin' who sat up from the bed little by little.

"You're not Merlin...... Who are you? ”

The man slowly turned to look at Mata XIII, and he coughed lightly, a flexible tentacle rolled back, and with a slight rub on his neck, a human skin mask was removed.

A lean, blackened old face was revealed, with a treacherous glint in his triangular eyes, and the lean, thin old man left the bed, his arms turned into dozens of shiny tentacles floating in the air, and his feet were three feet off the ground.

"So, what have they done in Florence over the years?"

The old man sighed loudly: "His Royal Highness Mata's hole card is actually ...... You, a clergyman? ”

The old man looked at Mata XIII with pity: "What a pure, extreme power of the sun, if it weren't for this power, how could my venom be invalid?" ”

Mata XIII sneered: "Clergy? Oh no, I'm a heretic, and I've stolen Mu's glory and power...... That's all. ”

The golden flame is burning.

Everything in the house began to burn.

Merlin's two sons let out a shrill hiss at the same time, and they turned into afterimages, bringing up a distorted hazy electric light, and pounced on the scorching Mata XIII from behind.

Mata XIII sneered, the void twisted and shattered, and a golden, wooden-covered spear erupted from the shattered void, and he grabbed it steadily.

The spear made a loud noise with a strong light that could not be seen directly, gushing with thousands of golden thunders, drawing a huge arc and slashing at the bodies of the two traitors.

Merlin's two sons were on fire, and they let out a cry of despair that dissipated into a wisp of ash at the snap of a finger.

Mata XIII sadly watched as the old man removed the human skin mask and threw it on the ground: "You shouldn't be like this...... You killed him, and you desecrated his body like this...... And they allowed you to desecrate your father's body like this...... Damn traitors. ”

The entire Merlin family's mansion was reduced to ashes in the flames of golden thunder, along with the guards, servants, etc. in the house.

Mata XIII looked coldly at the old man opposite: "Merlin is very important to the Delenn Empire...... When the curtain comes down for the big names of an empire, there must be some martyrs. These people are not enough, far from enough. ”

The old man sighed helplessly: "Shalin, the matter is smashed, we can only kill by force!" ”