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"I know you're in a hurry, but don't worry about it yet."

Dozens of faint portraits floated in the pitch-black world, and Medici sat on the other side of the table, holding a card that was almost completely black, and only the lightning-lit part could see the outline of the city.

"The Feast of Betrayal", which takes place at the end of the third season, becomes a powerful accomplice to his colleagues in this battle. Not only is it the most painful and desperate event in Medici, but it is also the most painful and desperate moment in the world!

Rituals are both a trick to gain potion power and a way to generate more anchors that connect great deeds and individuals.

"Shemale, how can you compare to me?"

He let go of his finger and dropped the card on the table.

Together with the "Beckland Plague" thrown by the original witch, the two cards slowly melted on the table,

The card table in front of them became a tiny world, and the side of the primordial witch quickly grew into modern cities and buildings, turning into Rune from a hundred years ago. Just as the Great Smog occurred at the end of December 1349, a plague of unprecedented magnitude swept through the city. Then, in the aftermath of the plague, Beckland built a more complete and advanced sewage system of its time, surpassing Intis's "Russell's legacy".

In the city, people the size of fingernails appeared, people covered their mouths with handkerchiefs and hands, their heads bowed, their collars pulled up to cover their noses, and some wearing improvised masks.

But all to no avail, the witch's plague is a dark cloud that floats in the city, overflowing with air with every breath, rats roaming the filthy corners of the city, inconspicuous creatures and garbage that eventually bring death. They inhale the plague with a black mist, drink contaminated water, and then quickly weaken, some die of dehydration from violent diarrhea, others die of subcutaneous bleeding as they die.

Even the low-order extraordinary are not immune, and life has reached a certain equality in the face of death and disease.

The number of pedestrians on the streets is rapidly decreasing, and there are more and more small carts carrying bodies at fixed times.

The condition of the sick would deteriorate rapidly to death within a few days of infection, and corpses would continue to appear all over the city, and even the extraordinary would fall one after another. The clergy of the church could not bear such a high intensity of requiem and burial, no one listened to the outpouring of the sick, no one witnessed the will of the dying, and if they did, they could be buried with the deceased. What's more, there are countless people who have quietly died together in their homes, leaving behind a dead house and corpses that are slowly decomposing together. Those valuable objects are just casually placed at home for others to take away.

Even the Bloods were affected, and although their bloodletting therapy was effective, the Bloods, who often appeared as physicians at this time, preferred to change their living environment rather than treat humans, and no one wanted to stay with diseased livestock and food.

People fled in all directions, but death had already seized them, and they carried the plague farther away.

In the clouds of the plague, the witches in black dresses laughed and danced and sang songs.

They covered their faces with black veils as if attending a funeral, and they threw bright rose petals on the corpses and put roses in the pockets of the deceased, allowing the fragrance of the flowers to hide the smell of decay and death.

Romantic, weird, chilling natural disasters.

"That's it?" Medici disdainful, "Even the country of Rune has not been devoured, so don't take it out and get an axe." ”

The plague was called the Plague of the Kingdom of Rune or the Plague of Beckland, and was gradually eradicated after a tendency to spread outward.

Mortality and transmission rates are incompatible.

If you can have both in this world, it must be the witch who is doing it.

“…… Heh, it's a shame that we can't use the plague that makes the purification ineffective, but if it gets to that point, our sect will cease to exist. The Primordial Witch chuckled, "We've digested the potion and finished the role, Rune has killed enough people, updated the equipment, built a new city and order, it's a natural disaster and a man-made disaster, there's no more perfect cooperation than this." ”

Medici glanced lazily at the miniature world on the table, unwilling to give the primordial witch an extra look.

"Let you see what real natural and man-made disasters are."

Waves gradually appeared in the sky above the city floating in the clouds of plague, and the miniature witches who danced in circles on the streets of the city raised their heads in unison, looking up at the thunder, the wind, the golden pillars of light, and the crimson moonlight falling together, and the thunder swallowed the screams of the witches, and the whole of Beckland was destroyed in an instant.

Behind Chick, the flames on the two portraits, which symbolize "pain" and "despair", burn even more violently.

The original female image of the "Original Witch" has been completely changed, and the new image bears an eight-point resemblance to Medici, with red hair and black eyes, but no of the polluted banner symbolizing the "City of Calamity" on the center of her eyebrows.

The expression on one of the portraits is painful and hideous, and behind the primordial witch are countless weeping and screaming figures. Everything is changing at this moment, not only the expression of the portrait has become arrogant and flamboyant, but even the background has changed from a crying men, women and children to a city connected to the battlefield.

The city was burning, children were crying over the corpses of their parents, and snow-white butcher knives were falling on their necks.

In the two phases of "Pain" and "Despair", Medici temporarily overwhelmed the Primordial Witch.

"Hehe, do you still want to try 'Doomsday'?"

The sneer on Medici's lips became more and more obvious, and he lightly put aside the "banquet of betrayal", and took a few of his great deeds and placed them on the table one by one like weapons:

"The Battle of Levihid, the Destruction of the Dragon King."

"The battle against the elves."

"The Battle of the Giants."

"My god of war is very generous, so I don't need to bully you at the banquet of betrayal." Medici leaned back, looked into the primordial witch's eyes that were almost bursting with black flames and petrified rays, and said, "Do you have a more powerful apocalypse than this?" Or are you going to fight the Pale Plague? ”

When these words fell, the portrait of "Doomsday" also became shaky.

Scorch marks appear silently in the corners of the portrait, as if a flame will ignite in the next second.

And the "immortality" of sequence 3 has not been affected, both of them are mythical creatures that have been famous for a long time, one is already a true god, and the other has not completely escaped the identity of evil spirits, both are undead creatures, and the age difference of thousands of years is not a big gap in "immortality".

The gods of steam and machine had fed Medici's identity and thousands of years of life experience into the Primordial Witch's mind as a form of data, and in fact, the child's play that was now taking place was crucial for both of them.

Just as in the beginning, the three conquerors were killed by the "Blood Emperor" Arista Tudor at the same time, but in the end, it was the Medici, who was still stronger and more in line with the path, who took control of the triad spirit.

At this moment, they are more like proving their abilities in order to fight for dominance over the potions of the "witch" path.

"Medici, your self-confidence comes from your exploits."

Loftus-Chick casually glanced back, and saw that his Sequence 5, Sequence 4, Sequence 2, and even Sequence 1 potions were all affected by Medici's convergence, and began to favor the more "compatible" one, while it was difficult for him to seize the power of the "Hunter" path.

Oh, and he could have tried to take the power of the Weather Warlock, but he was not a genderless inherently mythical creature with a limited degree of compatibility with the masculine path, and if he did, he would be inferior to Medici if he did not play as much.

Besides, the "Weather Warlock" is not the core authority of the Hunter, and there is no point in taking it.

"But are you really born a mythical creature to have enough experience as an Assassin?"

Chick sneered: "Judging from the fact that your plot is just a mental duel with me, you are actually not very good. ”

That's not true. I asked Steam to write my own data to fight you for control of your potion, I won it, I won, I didn't, I managed to hold you back, and I won. Medici doesn't care about the life or death of his data.

"But you've never really played as an assassin, you've never played a witch."

"You can only barely get along with the symbolism of witches, bringing disaster and ominousness to the places you pass, but you can't fit the simplest literal meaning."

Medici laughed at Loftus-Cheek's words, and even looked away at his fingers:

"You look like the god of steam."

"He's stupid, he's not sensible, he's not talented, and I'd venture to say any Steam Church person can do it. But it was precisely because he did not have any outstanding talents, no threat and no possibility of independence that he was chosen by Ossecus to be cultivated by God. ”

"Before that Russell appeared, he couldn't even digest potions, so he simply called himself the 'God of Craftsmen'. Regardless, it's always right to fasten the path and play steadily from the lowest sequence. ”

"What I did in the high sequence was much better and stronger than yours, but you said in turn that I didn't play the ...... in the low sequence"

Medici yawned disdainfully.

"When you were a man, I was afraid that only your mouth was hard."

Loftus-Cheek's expression cracked for a moment: "You ......"

Then His beautiful willow brow furrowed.

Blazing flames rose from under Medici's feet, enveloping Him in it. The flame was also linked to the portraits that had been under His influence, and the flames dissipated, revealing a red-haired woman identical to the portrait across from the primordial witch.

He was still cloaked in stubbornness, and the ends of his red hair burned with blazing white flames. With the majesty and ruthlessness of the god of war, but also the unparalleled beauty and charm, the love that spreads like a plague spreads in every move.

"What is gender and appearance? If it weren't for the Lord's request, it would have been more comfortable to move in the form of a flame giant. ”

Medici reached out and wrapped around the ends of his hair, black flames rose from his fingertips, burning the ends of his hair into snakes composed of flames, and the dense red snakes in the black and white flames were-for-tat with the snakes of the primordial witch. Seeing Cheek's disgusting expression, Medici smiled defiantly, and grinned widely and dug his nostrils, his beautiful appearance and vulgar performance made this scene even more unbearable to look at.

"And I want to thank you for reminding me that if a different image can take away your authority, then it's a good deal."

"You must have been desperate when you found out you were transgender, right?"

Medici even pretended to flick his finger at Cheek.

Chick's snake hair let out a shrill roar, and the cascades of snakes rushed towards Medici like a tidal wave, and Medici changed his seat, his hair also not to be outdone, biting at each other like a wildly dancing flame.

The snakes hissed like babies in the flames and bites, and to listen to them sounded like women's cries.

After a few seconds, the primordial witch's snake hair retracted abruptly, the broken ends wriggling and repairing itself, and his chest heaved violently.

"How's it going, Cheek, I've always wanted to see your expression!"

Medici pinched his throat and uttered a sentence that was intonably but inexplicably infuriating, and he himself was so disgusted by the new voice that he almost couldn't hold back. But as long as he doesn't show disgust, it's Loftus-Cheek who gets disgusted:

"How does it feel to see your original gender, your self-perception, which you value the most, and being easily abandoned by others?"

"I'm a witch now, and I'm still worried that I can't play a witch?"

Medici burst out laughing, and the loud laughter that had been too loud to make people more tolerant because of the more beautiful timbre.

Although he uses the face of a woman, he still does not forget his original intention, remembers the mission of the god of war, and shows his true colors as a provocateur. He flipped all the cards in his hand and threw them on the table one by one, and all the portraits behind Chick shook at the same moment - when Medici transformed his own characteristics into feminine, the portrait of the "witch" behind Chick also shook slightly.

But after all, Loftus-Cheek has been promoted for a long time, and the newcomer Medici still can't shake the underlying sequence with just a change in image.

Medici stood up and kicked the table away, the portraits disappeared one by one, the royal city of dragons in the sky slowly fell, the royal court of giants on the ground was covered with the smoke and flames of war, and the wind and waves on the sea became more and more violent, but only the ruins of ships and the sea stained red.

The world devastated by war appeared at his feet, and Medici held his sword in one hand, and he rubbed it with two fingers, looking at the cobwebs that had been rubbed out with some curiosity. Then the spider silk is covered with white flames, connecting everything around it.

He officially began to try to play the "witch" in the low sequence.

The primordial witch also stood up slowly with a gloomy face, and the battle in her consciousness was definitely indispensable to real swords and guns, not to say a few words, pretending to grab a little authority to divide the winner.

Chick stood opposite Medici, countless disasters created by the witch family in his name for thousands of years emerged one after another, and under his feet appeared a raging sea that was several times more dangerous than the real world, the white clouds made of dead skulls in the sky floated, countless hollow skeleton eyes stared at Medici, corpses rose from the ground, and the berserk sea slowly approached Medici.

"Why don't you use the Feast of Betrayal?"

Cheek's eyes rolled, and then he laughed, "I see, your spirituality is insufficient!" There are so many true gods and even the Creator involved in the Feast of Betrayal that you can only use it to shake my influence, but you can't really go into battle! ”

"Medici, you only have sequence one after all, you are no longer the first angel king under that god, if you talk about merit, I may indeed be unable to compare to you, but now you are just a ...... overboard"

"Shut up!"

Losing patience, Medici let out a runny growl that cut off the tirade in Cheek's throat. He used his own voice, and the extreme incongruity between his flamboyant appearance and male voice made Chick subconsciously silent for a second. If the hunter's provocation is straightforward and unflattering, then the witch's instigation is as annoying as the pillow wind, the former is aimed at making people jump to the point of losing their minds, and the latter is trying to kill people with a knife and defraud themselves of more profits.

"Idiot, how do you know I'm just sequence one now?"

The corners of the top conspirator's mouth rose: "I can fight with you, and my spirit has not fallen into the upper hand, do you think I am just sequence one?" ”

What? Loftus-Cheek frowned.

After saying that, he didn't give the original witch time to think, and slowly raised the long sword in his hand, and the smooth blade reflected the face of the witch and himself. But his words immediately affected the primordial witch, and she began to carefully observe the state of the enemy in front of her.

"Aren't you still planning to accommodate the 'Conquistadors'?"

He said in a somewhat relaxed and even sarcastic tone, with the burning and falling Sky City behind him, and the blood-stained earth and plains beneath his feet.

The sky was burned red by the flames of Levishid, so vivid that it seemed to drip scarlet blood, and the clouds of bones and the winds of death and plague blew through it, making the sea ripple.

Just like at the end of the story, two old enemies meet in a beautiful scenery, and only one of them can leave alive. - Oh, Loftus-Cheek is not worthy of being Lord Medici's nemesis, it's not that Medici looks down on Cheek, it's that he feels equal that no one deserves to be held in such a high esteem by himself.

"Let me see if you have what it takes!"

At first he walked slowly and vigilantly, then he walked quickly, and finally swung his sword like a beast with its claws in a wild run.

It was an eardrum-shaking scream, and then the sword slammed into snake hair and spider silk, sending blazing flames and hurricanes.

……

A hand knocked on the door of a small convenience store in Jowood, and the family of the owner hiding inside shivered, the wife hugged the two children, and the elderly owner nervously clenched the knife in his hand.

In times of chaos, bandits and thieves are on the move, and cultists are fishing in troubled waters, and civilians like them, who are unable to squeeze into shelters and churches, and who are not licensed to carry guns, have to hide in their homes to protect themselves.

"Anyone?" A young man's voice came from outside the door, "Buy some cigarettes." ”

The shopkeeper took the knife and cautiously approached the wooden door, and looked out from the cat's eye - he only saw the chest of a man, and he was startled, and was about to think about how tall the person outside really was, and then he saw the side face of the person outside, which was a young man with reddish-brown hair.

"Yes, yes."

The shopkeeper whispered, "There are cigarettes from the sea, and imported tobacco leaves from Fusak and the Southern Continent......"

The young man outside didn't think about it: "Then come a bag of Fusak's tobacco leaves, there is the best one from St. Millon." ”

"No Rune gold pounds, no Souler, do you take Intis's money?"

"Yes, I took it."

The shopkeeper was convinced that the other party had come to do business, so he quickly took out the best tobacco leaves from the shelf, divided a packet, and handed it out through the crack in the door, and the young man handed over two silver coins, and the two exchanged them hastily, and the shopkeeper quickly took his hand back and closed the door again.

After dozens of seconds, he heard the sound of smoking outside, and couldn't help but say out:

"Young man, don't wander around, hurry home, it's not safe outside."

"It's not safe anywhere." The young man said casually, "But I really can't stay with you, or you'll be unsafe." ”

The shopkeeper was startled, and he immediately thought of the two silver Intis coins, and suddenly broke out in a cold sweat. But at this moment, the crack in the door and outside the cat's eye suddenly brightened for a moment, as if a flame was rising—he saw through the cat's eye that the young man had simply turned into a flame and disappeared.

"Oh my God!"

Frightened, he hurriedly recited the name of the god he believed in, and then hurriedly threw the two silver coins at the bottom of the trunk.

……

Cha!

As if it were just an ornament, a thin sword pierced the wall of a building, slicing the entire building vertically.

Sauron took advantage of this cushion to land smoothly, his face so solemn that there was no expression. No sooner had his front foot touched the ground than his hind foot had leapt far away, avoiding a hard slap from the Shadow Hand.

"This man is crazy."

Sauron whistled and turned into flames and rushed into the distance.

After the strange stick figure eye from before looked at them for a circle, a thunderbolt fell directly from the sky, bringing everyone into the range of attack regardless of whether they were enemies or enemies. The thunder directly exploded George III's already precarious kingdom, and scared Zarathu so much that the three paper figures jumped into the fog of Quaternary history, and they still didn't dare to poke their heads out. - This extraordinary item of his loss had blurred the Storm Lord's attitude towards him, and he had not yet won, even if he had just hid in it and not come out.

The extraordinary object that had brought the contamination of the Sea of Chaos was directly shattered by the thunderstorm, and the extraordinary properties that were precipitated were taken away by the Storm Lord's seal, and Zarathu could do nothing but knock out his teeth and swallow blood.

Sauron took the opportunity to escape, but could not leave Bakeland.

As for the Red of War? Disband on the spot! Leave work on the spot!

If you don't fight siege or defense battles, in the face of the King of Angels, it is not convenient to bring an army with you in the first sequence, and it may become a drag on each other, and if you accidentally eat an extraordinary ability, it may be all over. However, as long as the mental connection is maintained, and the members of the Red of War are given the privilege to "look directly at the angels and not go crazy" and "use the high-sequence ability", the survival rate of disbanding in place will be higher than that of Sauron running around with them.

George III's mythical biomorphism is in hot pursuit.

In previous newspaper announcements, George III initially linked himself to the status of "emperor", at least within Bakeland, with powers similar to that of the Black Emperor, "the gods are the state, and the state is the body of the gods".

Therefore, now Sauron, with the permission of the Creator's Charm, ignores His laws and runs around inside the Beckland, like a giant cockroach crawling all over his body, giving George III an extremely bad feeling.

No, to be precise, the Conqueror with a medium-sized army was like a web-knotted spider, and now this big spider was crawling all over George III's body, and the other small spiders scattered had temporarily hid by various means, and although it was just as disgusting no matter how big or small, the one that was crawling and jumping on itself was currently the most disgusting!

"Leave them alone, even if they're all dead, I won't feel distressed. Now ......"

Sauron, who was galloping down the street, suddenly turned his head sharply, and the delicate rapier directly collided with the shadow tentacles that came from the side, and the huge force swept in, and the conqueror's body flew high, rolling in the air several times in a row before barely relieving the power of the blow just now. But before Sauron could regain his balance, the iron law that forbade flight fell again, and the tremendous pressure directly smashed him into the ground from mid-air!

Bang!

The masonry flew wildly, and it was recessed into a human-shaped pit two meters deep.

"His mother...... It's also a ...... to be knocked off Fly! ”

Sauron's hands were on the ground, trying to hold it up with all his might, but no matter how hard he tried, the law that pressed on him remained motionless - even the bones and flesh of his body showed signs of separation, and his flesh was crushed to the ground, his spine bulging to a frightening height. If He insisted on getting up, it would only be a skeleton stripped of flesh and blood! - and George III's next order was not lowered, as if to express the disparity of power and ridicule in such an attitude.

Medici's containers, don't want it, don't do it, it's my business!

Sauron thought so, and the tense muscles and bulging bones slowly returned to their places—although it was none of his business, if this body fell apart, then he would have less power to exert himself.

"Shift your consciousness, or don't want this container yet."

Sauron muttered to himself in a low voice, and then self-denied: "No, the kid closest to me is only Sequence 3, and just now he took the initiative to disconnect the spiritual link and hide and run away." If I transfer to that sequence 2, I'm equivalent to just losing sequence 1, and I think there's another way...... What was that? ”

The conqueror's eyebrows furrowed, his eyes widened slightly, and he asked his companion with some confusion:

"Einhorn, do you hear the water?"

Einhorn, who was conscious, listened carefully for a moment with the help of the shared sense of hearing, and replied with some surprise: "It's not an underground system, and there is no underground river nearby, where is this sound......

The faint sound of the tide grew louder and closer, encircling in all directions, but it was still impossible to distinguish the specific direction.

Suddenly, Sauron's eyes widened suddenly, and a hint of surprise flashed in his turquoise eyes:

"It's not groundwater!"

"It's the sound of the waves!"

He tried to get up again, but it didn't work.

"Huh...... Conqueror. ”

The shadow of order flowed, and George III's eyes looked at everything in the city.

Seeing this, he finally breathed a long sigh of relief with his eyebrows raised, and after controlling the conqueror, George III was ready to divide his mind to clean up the Red members of War in Beckland.

The "Psychic Link" does not belong to the laws of the Black Emperor, as long as they still maintain the telepathic link, they will be found in that instant.

At this moment, George III heard the obvious sound of water, and he stood on the high place of the palace and raised his head, his eyes traveled countless distances, and in an instant he found the source of the sound.

- The tide is rising.

The "Makai", which was expanded by the famous Great Lakes of Central America in the old era, and then joined the outer seas, is now bursting with raging waves, wave after wave of waves tens of meters high hitting the coast of Intis. In addition, the land of Vrsack was not harmed, and its goal was clear, which was to directly flood the country and even this small piece of land under the sea.

As if it was a coloring game, the blue water quickly flooded the land, and the huge tsunami advanced wave after wave under the impetus of the lord of the sea, and the coastal cities were painted with blue in an instant, along with the lighthouse.

The sea continued to move forward and was hindered near the peak, but it did not take long for the natural obstacle to be overcome.

The entire ocean seems to have been flooded into the sea, and the sea level has risen sharply by tens of meters, but it has not invaded territory outside of Intis. The sea is like a cup in the hands of the Lord of the Storm, and when He wants it to be dumped, the sea obediently leans wherever it goes.

"The power of the gods ......" George III was simply dizzying.

At this moment, his gaze casually glanced at it, and he saw that something seemed to be attracting His attention beneath the ruins of a part of the palace's collapsed buildings. George III pressed the conqueror to the death of the law, and then walked over and saw a hand stretched out from the ruins.

George III waved his hand, and the scattered building materials flew up and scattered.

He saw several medium-sequence extraordinary people pressed under the wall, all carrying a few seals, probably when the palace was attacked, he wanted to move with the seals in a hurry, but he didn't expect an accident on the way.

A golden lamp caught His attention.

Level 0 Seal, 0-05, "Wishing Lamp", which has never been obtained by any church.

Zarathu also has the ability to make a wish, so the "Wishing Lamp" corresponds to Sequence 2 "Miracle Master" of the "Fortune Teller" pathway. But Zarathu lost extraordinary items in this help, and he was injured himself, and if he didn't make compensation, he probably wouldn't be happy to work for himself - George III didn't care about this, after all, it was Zarathu who needed him. He picked up the wishing lamp and reached out to erase the Byron-style pattern that he wanted to cover it on, revealing the golden lamp underneath.

Looking at the almost destroyed royal palace in front of him, and Beckland, who had been beaten in disarray in the divine war, George III's heart moved.

It's not impossible for Zarathu to do these jobs, but it's obviously overkill for the old well-known sequences to do this, and it will even be treated as a kind of humiliation, so it's obviously more appropriate to let the seal do it.

He rubbed his fingers against the lamp to see how the seal would come true.

TBC

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In fact, the name Cheek can also be translated as Choka, which sounds like a woman.

Combined with the tradition of witches changing their names, and the "real name of the original witch" that was specially emphasized during the Great Smog, Chick should have quite a lot of names?

Just like Daji (in front of Tamamo), from an oriental perspective, there is an inexplicable sense that the beauties in history are all a person......

(End of chapter)