Christine took a few steps forward, her eyes lowered, carefully studying the formation engraved on the altar.

The various arrangements of the runes on it gradually overlapped with the formations in his memory.

With the exception of a few changes, everything else is almost identical.

Decades later, prayers to the gods were made more often.

So I gradually figured out some rules of summoning.

To put it simply, summoning sacrifices is gradually becoming standardized and modularized.

The vast majority of summoning rituals are circulated in the market.

Because of her own experience, Christine has studied these specifically.

And the formation in front of him is not much different from the later generations, as long as there is nothing wrong with the sacrifice in the middle of the sacrifice.

Then there is a great possibility that the Lord of Dreams will be summoned.

If it weren't for the fact that she had made a disturbance before and attracted her attention, then she would have faced a very high probability of being the master of the dream realm that had descended into this world.

This kind of guy......

Do you really have this ability?

Christine cast a grim gaze on the priest and scrutinized it.

The priest's hands and feet were bound at the moment, and his face was punched by Dax because of his dishonest actions before.

Traces of bleeding can be seen on the underside of the nose.

Did he come up with this formation himself, or was it given by the people behind him, that is, the nobles?

But Christine immediately cut off the idea.

Because if it was really given by the nobles, then they would never stop in their last life.

The wind and snow in the middle of the night became more and more irritable, compressing people's vision to an extremely low range.

But this is not a problem for the warlock.

"Her Royal Highness!"

"We found a charred corpse in the princess's tent......"

One of the guards panicked, ran over with a rolling belt, and shouted to the queen in fear.

"Her Royal Highness ...... Queen"

The guards saw that the queen did not move, but just stared blankly ahead.

I thought she had heard the news, so she was so sad that she was silent.

But after a few calls, the queen did not come back to her senses.

The guard looked at it, and suddenly it was as if he had been struck by thunder, and his whole body stiffened in place.

He recognized the girl in front of the altar almost at a glance.

Who is it if it's not Princess Christine?

"Princess, Your Highness the Princess??"

The guard stammered.

But Her Royal Highness did not look this way.

She walked up to the altar and didn't know what she was busy with.

For a while, there was only the sound of wind and snow howling, and everyone in the field was eerily silent.

"Sir, it seems that something has happened again."

The deputy told the commander the news with a solemn face.

"The guards hiding in the camp said that the princess's tent was on fire, and there was only one charred corpse at the scene."

"But none of the warlocks came to put out the fire, they all seemed to remain silent, and none of them reported to us what was going on."

"The warlocks are all gathered at the altar, and they have taken control of the entire field......"

"Sir, it's going to change later."

He admonished the chief, hoping to act quickly.

The chief was moved by what he said, and knew that if he continued to hesitate, he was afraid that things would really change.

"The men who told them are ready to do what they do."

"Yes!"

……

"Queen Mother, it's me who came late and made you suffer at the hands of these cultists."

Christine walked towards the Queen.

In just a few steps, her cold face seemed to meet the newborn sun, and gradually dissolved.

His expression was nervous and self-reproachful, his brows were slightly raised, and the corners of his eyes were tears that were enough to make people heartbreaking.

With her appearance, it is really pitiful.

It was in stark contrast to those who looked gloomy and didn't look like good people.

"Queen Mother's ......"

Christine looked at her mother, who had recalled it many times in her dreams, but she couldn't remember her face, and her nose was sour.

Then he threw himself into his mother's arms.

Most of the feelings shown just now are actually real, not performed.

"Christine ......"

The queen hugged the girl in her arms, feeling the feeling of being a physical entity, and made sure that it was no longer a big dream.

All kinds of sadness came to my heart, and I couldn't stop crying for a while.

Some guards and disciples who didn't know the inside story had a sudden sense of realization through their conversations.

Could it be that the queen was kidnapped by these cultists?

That's why I'm forced to do these things.

They seemed to know something, and then most of the congregants were panicked.

It's a touching mother-daughter relationship.

As an internal warlock, he looked coldly at this scene like a painter's pen, and in addition to mocking in his heart, he gradually became uneasy.

If it is really confirmed that the queen was coerced by a traitor, then things will completely change upside down.

When the time comes, their plans will be reduced to empty talk.

Some of the next actions against the prince will also have to be stopped.

Damn it!

What about those who lay in ambush?

Why hasn't it come out yet!

At this moment, it was as if I heard their heart's appeal.

Suddenly the noise came from the outskirts of the camp.

This really made Nei Ying's heart feel a little comforted, but there were some people whose faces changed drastically.

What's going on?

Some of the completely unaware warlocks looked a little flustered, and they probed their senses.

Then his face changed dramatically.

Because the uniform on them turned out to be the clothes of the Defense Agency.

This is an agency spun off from the Covert Division, focusing on the crimes of mysterious forces.

Soon they took control of the camp and then pressed towards the altar en masse.

But when everyone saw the scene here, their faces changed greatly.

Without him, just because of the figure of that girl.

"Princess Christine?"

The chief's lips twitched slightly, and a strong uneasiness rose in his heart.

Didn't it mean that she fell into a deep sleep and couldn't wake up again?

So who is the person in front of you?

But looking at the unique temperament, and the delicate face like a porcelain doll, the chief was sure that it was the princess herself.

Could it be that the ritual was successful?

Doesn't that mean that the ceremony hasn't taken place yet?

Thoughts flashed through the chief's mind, but time did not allow him to think more.

Looking at the restrained priest, he was throwing a plea of help at him.

"Be quiet!"

Dax snorted coldly and shook the person in his hand violently.

Looking at this scene, he didn't know that someone was designing it behind his back today.

I***%......

Not to mention the greetings of Dax's heart to the nobles, even if he was one of them.

The chief stepped forward and looked at a completely different scene from what he had imagined, and did not know what to say for a while.

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