Even if he had the power to rival the gods, he would not think that he was too special, or that the only advantage was that he could still be comfortable in this 'abyss', and he would not be involuntarily.

To be precise, it is easy and controllable.

The lady's body has been consumed a lot, and the delicate legs can't support the movements of the plump buttocks, and they begin to slow down gradually. So the man began to move, slowly but surely, against the slippery soft cavity of flesh deep within her. The most sensitive part of the woman was captured, and the incomparable sourness once again squeezed out the last bit of motivation of the Marquise Maria, and she began to twist her waist and limbs frantically, as if she was escaping, as if she were enjoying it. But the man immediately grabbed her soft waist and limbs and didn't let her escape.

So she could only raise her neck suddenly, to meet the wave of fast breathing that burst out from the depths of her body.

"Oops...... Yikes...... That's amazing, you ...... Let me go ......"

She screamed, but she no longer knew what she was shouting, and the flesh* pillar that was boiling against her son's *palace* mouth seemed to be pulling her soul and making her rise higher and higher......

"That's not going to work?"

The woman who grabbed him violently made Edward frown.

Obviously this was a mistake, he wanted to hang the marquise's appetite a little more, and by the way, to make himself more satisfied, but he forgot for a moment that this noble lady was a long-time absence - what she said that she had not touched another man after that was not a lie, plus the window period after giving birth...... As a result, it only took a few strokes to send her to heaven.

Rain on someone's parade...... What's next?

I remember that the Marquise originally seemed to have some kind of potion to replenish the body, but now Edward didn't even have a healing staff on him. If a little divine power is divided, it can have the same effect, but this kind of strong enemy is obviously a bit wasteful at the moment. If you find another one. Well, the female knight is actually pretty good. But it's a bit ......

A tremor overcame the aftermath of the Marquise's 'chanting' at this moment—the brief silence seemed to have exhausted all patience of the Elector, and he began to eagerly tear down the last of the covers, the poor little building.

"Don't you feel a little rushed?"

Looking at the collapsing wall with a sneer, the psychic sorcerer's pupils condensed slightly, and the wisps of silver lines converged in his eyes, outlining countless complex figures, and his spirit expanded and extended. Breaking through the shackles of space, he fell into a void that was not too far away.

The heavy walls shook and collapsed outward, revealing the entire interior of the room.

Thousands of feet away, Tibi held his breath slightly.

The Thunder Red Dragon Knights are precise in their movements, and they have the best of the action - the walls that have been pulled apart perfectly to break through any possible obstacles, while protecting themselves, and the next step is to maximize the effectiveness of both magic and their peculiar rapid attacks. However, in the face of the smoke and dust, they also did not act rashly, but remained vigilant like a cheetah, quietly waiting for the opponent to attack first.

The first attack is an absolute advantage, and it is only limited to when the strength and numbers are roughly equal. When the advantages of the two sides are different, the first attack of the single side can be strong enough to destroy the city and destroy the country. Otherwise, it is destined to become a mockery on his tombstone.

But until the dust cleared, there was still silence on the battlefield.

Tiberius let out that long breath. It's just that his spirit has not slackened at all, and his eyes reflect the neatness of the room that is completely inconsistent with the collapse. And the figure sitting on a bench - this guy was completely unexpected, just waiting in this room, but did he really intend to fight against the more than 300 Imperial Knights and Wizards here with a single enemy?

This arrogance is synonymous with stupidity.

"It's funny. ”

The mind-sorcerer who was sitting quietly spoke, his black robes enveloping the beautiful spring light of the sleeping woman on his body, but he couldn't completely cover his own shirtlessness and legs, but he obviously didn't care about the gaze that fell on his half-naked body, and just smiled slightly: "Is this tattered puppet-like thing the greatest emperor?"

The battlefield fell silent.

There was not a single sound, not even the sound of a person's breathing, and everyone held their breath at this time, watching the reddish morning light pass over the distant walls of the imperial city, reflecting the ashes that had gradually settled...... The black shadow in it, like a pitch-black cavern, drew all their eyes into it.

This bastard.

It seemed that at this moment, everyone's hearts were swept through such a mixture of exclamations, because they also experienced the absurdity and shock, as well as the anger - even if the guy in front of him was indeed covered by the wide robe, but as long as he was a person with a normal mind, who couldn't guess what was going on under the robe......?

But in addition to understanding, such a scene is naturally more of a mockery......

There is no more hateful scorn than ignorance, and there is no more hateful crime than the naked/naked plunder of what should be protected......

This vile and shameless enemy, so quietly, yet entered the Imperial City with dignity, and when hundreds of knights surrounded him as if he were facing a great enemy, this bastard was doing such a thing leisurely on the battlefield! and even more intolerable was undoubtedly the identity of the woman...... The whole of Illyria, the whole capital area, and how many fellows with aristocratic status, would not know this woman, and do not know what secrets she has between her and the supreme of the empire?

Alternating paleness and redness, Tiberius Gracchus, the young Elector, gritted his teeth. Eyes tightened!

Of course, what he cares about is not the woman with a prominent status...... Not even that hateful enemy!

At the end of his gaze. In the middle of the collapsed hall, a layer of blurred light and shadow was slowly shaking. The morning light ripples like a candle in the wind, and finally outlines the humanoid figure in it. But it wasn't a belated mage, although the figure was also wearing an incomparably rich robe, and even a decorative figure made of heavy gems and gold threads......

It was a corpse.

Even though the robe made of the most precious spider silk was cut and ironed to the seams of the most appropriate human body, it could not hide the black-brown color that began to shine from the neckline, or what was once a smooth and fair skin, but now it had lost almost all moisture. Dry folds are all over the neck, and above the neck, skulls and dry flesh form a face that is somewhere between a zombie and a skeleton. You can even see two of them that seem to be leather-like things, barely glued to them, and you can only guess through guò that they were once two eyeballs.

But the mere word 'corpse' doesn't really describe this being.

With enough eyesight, you can see that the 'dry corpse' is moving its chest at an extremely slow pace, with air flowing through its dilated nasal cavity. The chest trembled slightly at the contraction of the heart, and if one had an understanding beyond the human soul, one would know that it was actually a living being—even if the body had dried up almost completely. But his soul was still in this body, and as long as the flame of his soul burned quietly, he was breathing at a very slow rate. Even the heartbeat, so. Strictly speaking, it can't even be called a 'necromancy'.

Tiberius knew this.

Although at this distance. His vision wasn't enough to see the slow breathing, and though he only knew a little bit of the name of a soul, he knew it—just as he knew that the 'corpse' belonged to the Emperor of the Empire. It was the emperor who already had no real name, the ...... of Berino XIV

"Weird, huh?"

The Psychic Warlock was still smiling softly, his gaze looking around at the tense Imperial Knights, as if admiring the tension and confusion on their faces: "This body should be properly kept in the most powerful, tight, and central protective circle in the Imperial City, deep underground. And there is also a triple protected magic labyrinth on the periphery as the final protection...... It's tight, it's tight. However, he is here now...... Why is it here? Ah, no, and most importantly, don't you give the order to attack? Your men, Tiberius, are all waiting, and the muscles are tight for a long time, and they will lead to a lack of oxygen, and they are very strict?"

Tiberius was silent.

In his slightly raised eyes, there was a flash of electric light, and for a moment even his face was dyed with a clear color!

Several thoughts were ringing in his mind, and they were inquiries sent directly from the knight captains of the various detachments through the power of the Elector of the Emperor - as long as he gave an order in his mind, these people could launch a grand attack in an orderly and orderly manner! No matter what kind of strength that enemy had, the different waves of onslaught formed from all angles would be completely shattered and ruin!

Your Excellency the Marquis, attack......

Let's go...... Marquis.

Your Excellency the Elector......

Alright, Your Excellency......

It's your chance, Your Excellency......

A series of inquiries and urgings came from his mind, tugging at Tiberius's heartstrings called 'anger', making him feel a boiling energy...... For a moment, he couldn't help but want to go into battle himself, using the power of electricity to scorch the enemy in front of him into ashes little by little, including the soul......

However, as with those inquiries, there is no point in this meaningless delusion.

There is no way he can attack.

Because that's the emperor.

It was the emperor who had no real name, Brino XIV...... But it is also the place where the soul of the only emperor, Isgandar, chooses to reside!

The emperor's soul has descended on the body of his descendants, and that strange dryness is exactly the backlash suffered by the mortal body after suffering from the emperor's powerful soul...... However, this is still a secret, a secret that is not known to most people, not even his subordinates! He will be placed in the safest place and absolutely protected.

But these protections. How did it get ruined?

Are these hallucinations, or is it just another trick to tease people?

But as the Elector of the Emperor, he has already been endowed with the ability to see the truth. All illusions, illusions, and the like would be difficult to deceive him. And at this moment, in his eyes, the withered body floating in mid-air did not waver, which was enough to explain its authenticity.

Could it be that His Majesty has reawakened?

No, if that were the case, his presence would never have been so quiet. It couldn't have come out of thin air like that man's rhetoric......

The small possibilities were overturned one by one, and Tiberius found himself accepting the only answer—

Although, that was so difficult.

From taking the lead, smooth sailing to failure, how can this sudden change be the reality of your own encounter?

"You can doubt that, of course, offense is the best defense. ”

The man was still sitting there like that. But seeing through a qiē-like soft laughter is infuriating: "Come on, try it, I've been trapped here by you anyway, of course, it's impossible to break through so many layers of spatial labyrinth out of thin air." Brought your emperor here, so, this must be fake. Of course. Even if it's true, if he's dead. Aren't you going to be able to get out of your bondage? So what do you have to hesitate about?"

Rely on the advantage of numbers and speed to recapture the emperor?, but at this moment, you can't take even the slightest risk—to get rid of the shackles? This is true, yes, but if the emperor, who is the source of a qiē power, dies, then Tiberius's great power, loyal subordinates, transcendent status, and even long-term plans and futures, this qiē will be stripped away!

There is no choice......

Tiberius took a deep breath, and after a while, except for his face was a little pale, he was completely calm, he looked at the person in front of him, and finally nodded and said, "What do you want to do?"

"Me?" Edward smiled, "We're old friends, you know I'm actually a good talker." As long as the conditions are reasonable, I will of course guarantee that the results we get are worth the money......"

Old friends?

The Elector gritted his teeth again, and seemed to hear a faint bang...... He knew it wasn't the sound of teeth rubbing, but the sound of blood vessels in his forehead almost bursting.

Indeed, here, no one knows the guy in front of him better than him...... Of course, this person is very 'easy to talk', otherwise how could he have been extorted hundreds of thousands of gold coins in the first place? Although he finally obtained a kind of power as an imperial elector, it can also be called a kind of barely gained, but to say that it is 'worth the money' is simply a naked mockery!

However, as before, Tiberius had no choice.

"Stand down, and go back to the barracks. He waved his hand.

The voice of this order was very low, but all the Chosen Knights showed extremely surprised expressions in an instant, because this order was from Tiberius's true thoughts, and they must fully obey it—the spiritual orders of the Electors, for them are absolute, unquestionable, and cannot be disobeyed, and he said that if they return to the barracks, then these people must return to the barracks, even if they stay in a place that no one can see!

"I can let you out of here and give you some compensation, but that's all. ”

After a brief command, Tiberius narrowed his eyes, looked at the figure, and said word for word.

His gaze rested on the man's surroundings—the way he sits, the walls around him, the distance he had from the corpse-like emperor, the loose muscles in his legs, and his drooping shoulders......

It's not that there is no chance at all, even if all the subordinates have retreated, but the magic array of the entire city is still operating, and that target has been locked...... No matter how powerful he was, this huge amount of magical energy could delay for at least a moment, and at Tiberius's current speed, just a moment was enough to do a lot of things!

He is undoubtedly cunning and powerful, however, his character is still a flaw, once he is sure of his absolute superiority, he will inevitably tease his opponent and give him time to squeeze more benefits, but at this moment, time is a favorable condition for Tiberius.

Unbeknownst to the human, there was a high chance that the Emperor would wake up from his slumber......

As long as you are the Elector of the Emperor, you can dedicate a certain amount of strength!

Seize the opportunity, just a moment!

A smoky light diffused from it, gradually forming a huge image in the air!

"Or, I should also greet you, amazing, mighty little one. ”

A figure in the light nodded towards Edward. As the light and shadow gradually condensed and cleared around him, obscuring the dried corpses inside, his figure became completely indistinguishable from the real thing. It became a much taller and stronger than the usual human, and its jeweled robe shone slightly, like a golem from another world. His countenance, as before, was handsome and pale, except for a pair of eyes, which shone like flames.

Even if it's just an illusory sound, it still reverberates with a curse-like aura. Like two very delicate grinding stones grinding into each other (to be continued......