What I can use for trading, and what they will never get their hands on. ”

Hearing this, Paorien and the others fell silent at the same time, and looked at Ryan anxiously.

The City of New Light destroys the city...... No one is as rich as the Temple of Light, and the Pope has more knowledge than any other main city or guild.

They really didn't have any advantage over the Pope.

Hearing the Pope's confident words, Ryan did not simply refuse, as Michelle did.

Ryan raised his right hand slightly, and the breath of the void condensed into a phantom in the palm of his hand, and in the eyes of the Pope and the others, they saw a sharp hammer that seemed to be transformed into a starry sky, shattering the edges and corners of the strong heart little by little, and hearing the wail.

After going underground just now, Paorien and Lycurgus both knew what that particular sharp hammer was striking at the moment.

Ryan looked at the two avatars of the Pope and asked in an indifferent voice, "What deal do you want to make with me?" ”

Aryas's eyes closed slightly, and she felt that she seemed to be a little too arrogant in front of 'Theseus' just now.

The Pope knew very well, and 'Hughes' must have known that the heart was important to him, but at this moment—

The pride of the Pope did not allow him to tear up the contract himself.

"I want to make a deal with you......"

The fox and werewolf avatars looked at the illusion in Ryan's hand, "I want you to destroy that heart and all contracts at this moment. ”

"It's not that hard, you can do it yourself."

Ryan's voice was casual, "If you really want to make this deal, then kill your two current avatars and remove control of the Night Race in Crossel." ”

Paorien and Lycurgus's eyes were suddenly tinged with surprise.

Ryan just said it casually, but the moment his words fell, the Pope's split incarnation nodded at the same time, and replied, "I thought you would choose wealth and the Secret Archive, worthy of kindness and honesty...... A mysterious merchant who never lies and does not break his contract. ”

Ryan: "? ”

Worst!

The Pope seemed to be aware of Ryan's 'remorse', and accelerated his cold tone, "I agree to your request, I believe in the credibility of the mysterious merchant Theseus. ”

At the moment when the words fell, the incarnations of the fox clan and the werewolf closed their eyes at the same time, holding the holy light in their hands and slashing their throats elegantly, and their bodies fell to the ground in front of them, and the breath of life disappeared in an instant.

The light in the yellow sand vanished, and the illusion ceased to exist.

Those night races parasitized by the seeds of light, they lost control at the same time, and their hands covered their hearts in a daze.

Ryan: "......"

Seleos, Paorion, Lecurgus...... Padraic and Aryas.

The surrounding vampires and werewolves all looked at the 'corpses' on the ground with incredible eyes, and then looked at Ryan who was sitting quietly on the cherry blossom branches with awe.

It's just a sentence, the strongest pope in the mainland turned out to be-

The illusory picture in the palm of his hand disappeared, and Ryan's gaze under the hood stared at the 'corpse' on the ground, "Tong, did he simply commit suicide like this?" ”

"It's the right choice for him, and it's right for you."

system, "The Pope does not voluntarily break the contract, and he does not want to experience the oppression of death."

It's just two incarnations, as well as some alien races controlled by the seed of light, and they naturally give up without hesitation in comparison. ”

"It's a pity that there is only one Crossel, and I feel a bit of a loss."

Ryan, "I should have said one more city. ”

"More is not appropriate." The system euphemistically hinted, "The Pope is no longer in control at this moment, and the seeds of light in those alien bodies have not been stripped away, and if the time gate is too long, the seeds of light will rot in the heart." ”

"No wonder if he said he would die, I knew he couldn't be so honest."

Ryan snorted coldly, jumped off the cherry branch, and turned sideways to Paorien, who was still a little stunned, and said, "The Pope's incarnation is dead, but the seed of light in the alien race has not been stripped away, and if you don't want the evil light to rot your hearts, you may be very busy lately." ”

Paorien took a deep breath and was about to speak when he was stopped by Ryan's indifference.

Ryan looked up at the windless yellow sand, and looked into the distance under his hood, "If you don't need to say it now, your time gate is very tight."

The incarnation of the Pope died, and the ancient relic lost control. The ruins were originally a gift from the gods to the Night Race, so it is recommended not to give them up easily. Then not just strip the seeds of light, but you also need to find the authority of the ruins to control them, as well as another silver moon fang. ”

The silver wolf flew down from the sky, the moonlight faded away, and Lycurgus's form gradually returned to its previous form.

To everyone's surprise, Lacuges hadn't lost his origin, and the potion hadn't had much of an impact on him.

The giant wolf shrunk in size, and when Lycurges landed, it turned into a moonlight mark that remained on his brow.

The potion still had some effect, Lycurges endured the discomfort, took out his arm from the space door ring, and handed it to Ryan with a sincere attitude, "Dear Mr. Theseus, very ......"

"No, this severed arm will help you more, and I can use the remaining incarnations to trade with others."

Ryan put the Pope's avatar into the storage door, turned to Seleos and asked, "Did you notice anything?" ”

When the Pope Incarnation was taken away, a teleportation array rose from the sandstorm, which was the exit to leave.

"The illusions in the ruins are collapsing, and they may be returning to their true form."

Seleos looked into the distance to his left, "I feel like there's something there. ”

Lycogus and Paorion nodded at the same time, "It should be where the Silvermoon Fangs are." ”

Not only the Silver Moon Fangs, but if it was a gift from the gods, they must also find the control core of this ruin.

"That's it." Ryan turned to Lycurgus and said, "We'll meet here when you find the Silvermoon Fangs." ”

With that, Ryan grabbed the floating staff and flew towards the west with Andrew.

Not just seeds, he sensed something else.

Chapter 475

The Pope's incarnation is dead, the greatest threat to the ancient ruins is gone, and there are too many things to solve at the moment.

The mysterious merchant Hughes, who solved the biggest crisis of the moment in Crossel with just one sentence, Lycurges has completely trusted Ryan at the moment.

Seeing Lane's departing figure, Lycurges didn't hesitate too much, opened his mouth to show his sharp fangs, and crushed and swallowed the 'severed arm' of the incarnation created by the Pope with precious materials.

The 'Broken Arm' has no blood flow, no holy light, and is the unique fragrance of the Demon Plant. The surrounding Night Race didn't find Lycurgus cruel, and even Padraic and the light mages around them showed a bit of envy in their eyes.

Such a precious material, whether it is eaten directly or made into other props...... All are very practical options.

No one knows how many lives the Pope secretly devoured before he had the power to rule the continent. Now it is just an incarnate arm, not a real life form, no one has any discomfort in their hearts, they will only regret too little.

As Ryan said, the moonlight contained in the arms of the Silvermoon Werewolf incarnation was effective in restoring the effects of the potion in Lycurges' body.

Lecogus's discomfort was much lesser, wolf ears swaying above his head, and purer moonlight eyes looked at Paorion.

The Pope stopped controlling the Seeds of Light, and the consciousness of the Night Race gradually returned, but they all lost some of their vitality, and some were seriously injured.

Regardless of whether they belonged to the Night Race of Crossel or not, after seeing Paorion and the Light Mage, they immediately put away their weapons and surrounded them.

It's just that because of the sense of coercion of the Holy Light and Seleos, especially the Night Race belonging to Crossel, they are very worried in their hearts.

Paorion finished her communication with Aryas, and the vampire eyes as petite as a princess glowed red, and the blood mist swirled in her wings, transforming into countless dark red bats to stabilize order.

Paorion looked at Padrak, no need for him to say more, Padraic had already predicted Paorion's thoughts, and took out a large number of magic bottles from the storage space, "Just leave it to us here, Mr. Theseus's teleportation array has not been closed yet, and I have already called for more light mages to come."

You and Lecurgus go in peace to find the Silvermoon Fangs. Remember, before the Silvermoon Fangs can be prioritized, be sure to find the control core of this relic. ”

When the words fell, Padraic's voice paused slightly, reining in his previous hypocrisy, and admonishing his relatives with an extremely sincere and cautious attitude, "I don't know what appeared in the picture just now that can make the Pope jealous...... And the words of the Pope, which must be something incomparably precious and threatening to the Pope.

Mr. Hughes used this deal in exchange for a temporary peace in Crossel, and although he doesn't want anything at the moment, you must prepare the right gifts. If you don't have enough gold, I, the Marquis of Arias...... Father and the City of Light, as well as the entire family, will be your strongest support. ”

The deal between the mysterious merchant Theseus and the Pope just now gave Crosell the possibility of becoming the only safe city on the continent. The Night Race is stronger, and they can also help the Coalition eliminate heresy more smoothly.

The existence of the Pope puts the entire continent in danger at any time.

No one on the mainland can stop or destroy the ambitions of the Pope, who is currently only showing weakness in front of the mysterious merchants Hughes and Michel...... But the Pope wasn't really an enemy of the Mystic Merchant or even the Void, and Padraic wasn't sure what the Mystic Merchant would do if he didn't interfere with the continent.

What's more, there is also a reminder from Ou En that if you want to stop the crisis, you still have to rely on the strength of the continental race itself.

Even so, they still can't make friends with Theseus and Michel now, and they have to be friends with them all the time.

"I see."

Paorion could understand what Padraic was worried about, and nodded vigorously and replied, "After I discuss it with Lecurges, we will go to the City of Light to discuss the final decision, and the 'gift' must be missing."

We need your help here, and Lekugus and I will be back soon.

Thank you, brother. ”

Paorien nodded in response, turning to walk over to the badly wounded werewolf.

Lycurges looked at the crowd of Silvermoon Wolves, and his people all thought the same thing. Even if they can't strip the seed of light, the power of the moonlight controlled by the werewolf can still play a small role.

Time seemed to be confused in the ruins, and they could not see the real moon in the ruins, and for the first time, on the night when the full moon was about to fall, they did not go crazy due to the confusion of their mental power.

Everything related to the gods is incomparably precious, and as Theseus said earlier, this relic is a gift from the gods to the Night Race.

Hughes must have been right.

Only the gift of God can suppress them from the influence of madness, without tying themselves at night and avoiding harm to their closest companions.

The dream-like cherry blossoms continue to grow, their roots digging deep into the yellow sand, and the swaying branches falling like rain-like cherry petals.

Seleos' cherry petals absorb not only blood, but also curses...... and the slight damage that the Seed of Light does in the body.

Paorien departed from Padralic, and after relieving his discomfort, Lecurges strode over to Seleos.

The proud Silver Moon Werewolf King lowered his head and asked in awe: "Honorable Grand Duke Seleos, I am willing to pay the price for my previous mistakes, and I hope that Crossel can befriend you again and never betray." ”

They need Seleos.

needs in all aspects.

Aryas hadn't figured out what to do, but the Night Race had regained its will, and even if not all of them were Crocel's people, they were now obedient to the move.

For the sake of their own lives, no one dares to go wild at this moment. It's just that all the Night Races have wounds on their bodies, except for Padraic and the Light Mage, among the Night Races, only Seleos's 'healing' is the most effective at this moment.

Paorien flapped his back and landed beside Lycurgus, with the same awe and sincerity, "Honorable Grand Duke Seleos, we need your help.

As long as we can give and you need everything, we are willing to repent of our past mistakes. ”

The Scarlet Bat rested on Paorion's shoulder, and Aryas didn't say anything, which was also a sign of her attitude.

Seleos was silent for a moment, the tips of his pink hair fluttering in the wind, and finally said in an indifferent voice: "Crocel's situation at that time was indeed dangerous, and it was not entirely your fault.