Doom Knight System

Rafaeli gasped. His father, Henry, was a legendary powerhouse after all, so he was no stranger to the Silver Knight above the Knight Commander.

Although Lancelot shot only for a moment, it was like a huge wave in Lafayette's heart. He really didn't expect that his aunt, who was only interested in the dance in the past, and acted stupid and vulgar, would have such a picture hole card.

It was stipulated in the outer city that the Silver Knights could not display their super combat power, but with the war between the Dark Council and the Holy See, no one had any scruples about this.After all, the Templar Knights are currently too busy to take care of themselves and are busy quelling the rebellion in the blue water space, so this rule is useless.

"Perhaps a woman's best asset is to have a pretty face." Raffili felt a little powerless in his heart, but he quickly pulled himself together.

Faced with Lancelow's incomparable power, the Wimbledon Knights fell silent immediately, and regained their respect for Mrs. Pomeroy.

This world is such a reality, Mrs. Pomero can drive the Silver Knight, so that her status at this moment surpasses that of Lafayette in an instant.

Raffili took a deep breath, moved half of his body to the side, and said slowly: "Dear aunt, since you have come back, of course it is up to you to make decisions here. But I don't think uncle can last long. And he It was a very severe contagious disease, and everyone who came near fell into a coma."

According to the laws of the noble council, if the nobles have no direct relatives, after the death of the Duke of Wimbledon, the heirs Rafaeli and Charlie who were determined during his lifetime are both the heirs of the duchy.

And Charlie is not currently in the territory, so Raffili's position cannot be shaken.

Even if Mrs. Pomero has the Silver Knight's subordinates, it can't prevent Raffili from inheriting the title.Thinking of this, the horror of the knights of the Wimbledon Knights faded a little.

"Hmph! I want to see my husband first." Mrs. Pomero pursed her lips, pulled Lancelot upstairs, and then said without confidence: "What if it is a real infectious disease?"

"Don't worry, everything is up to me." Lancelot squinted his eyes, and patted the other party's upturned buttocks, which somewhat dispelled some of Mrs. Pomero's tension.

As soon as the two of them went upstairs, Lancelot frowned, and the surrounding temperature was surprisingly hot, as if turning from winter to summer in an instant.

Rafaeli, who followed behind, said, "This is what the Duke of Wimbledon requested. Now even though he is covered with ten layers of quilts, he still feels extremely cold. The temperature in the entire castle can only be kept at 40 degrees."

This explanation sounds incredible, but Lancelow believes that everything must have a reason.When he entered the bedroom of the Duke of Wimbledon, he couldn't help but feel chills all over his body. This kind of spiritual feeling was colder than the cold winter outside.

Mrs. Pomero's face was pale, her body was crumbling, and she didn't know how long she could last.

Rafaeli's teeth chattered up and down, and he stammered: "An ordinary person can't stay here for more than 5 minutes, and he won't be infected with the virus soon."

"No, it's not a virus, it's the devil's curse. Get out of here first." Lancelot narrowed his eyes and said coldly. The soul-locking stone on his chest was emitting warm heat, fighting against the cold air in the room. .

"Please...you must save his life." Mrs. Pomero went out helplessly, and gave Lancelot a pointed look.

There was a hint of sarcasm in Rafaeli's eyes, and he wanted to insist on staying, but Lancelot waved his hand expressionlessly, and the latter led a few people to wait outside the door in desperation.

The Duke of Wimbledon's face was pale on the bed, but his lips were strangely rosy red, as if someone had put on lipstick, and the blood vessels on his forehead were bulging like spider webs.

Lancelow walked over and lifted the quilt directly. The body of the Duke in front of him had already been distorted. The skin below the neck was blue, and white mist could be vaguely seen rising from it.

"Ice Soul Fairy. There should be nothing wrong, but who would waste such a precious item?" Lancelot was a little puzzled.

The ice soul goblin is a unique creature in hell. If its blood is drawn out and injected into other creatures, no matter how serious the injury is, it can be effectively suppressed.

The Duke of Wimbledon in front of him obviously injected too much dose, causing the genes in his body to collapse, showing signs of demonization.

"Ding Dong! The Eye of Reality: A cursed human being whose body was transformed into a zombie by an oriental warlock, and then cursed by a demon, resulting in an incomplete transformation. At this moment, his life is dying and he has no combat power."

Lancelot frowned. What he was going to do in Area A could not be done without the cooperation of Mrs. Pomeroy, so the Duke of Wimbledon must not die.

As soon as my mind turned, I vaguely guessed something.The Duke of Wimbledon should have reached an agreement with the oriental warlock to transform the human body into a zombie to achieve the goal of longevity, but the intervention of Rafaeli made the Duke of Wimbledon fail.

And maybe that oriental magician had already colluded with Rafaeli, deliberately making the transformation fail.

These have nothing to do with Lancelot. He stretched out his right hand to stick to the forehead of the Duke of Wimbledon, and transformed his mental power into a surging wave through the fighting technique of faith, hoping to expel the energy of the ice spirit goblin.

With the entry of spiritual power, Duke Wimbledon's skin gradually returned to its normal color, and everything was developing in a good direction.

Suddenly, the Duke of Wimbledon's eyes opened, his hands grabbed Lancelow's arm with lightning speed, and his mouth let out a roar.

"No one can stop me, your doomsday is here, and the gates of hell have been opened for you!" Standard demonic language.

Lancelot understood, raised his eyebrows, and withdrew his right hand. Unexpectedly, the power of the ice soul goblin entered his body along his arm.

The effect of the Ice Soul Fairy is extraordinary. The icy breath has fixed Lancelot's whole body, and it will take a while to get rid of it.

At this moment, there was a sudden buzzing from the ceiling, and the evil and huge magic power gathered into a magic circle, and a wave of chilling spewed out continuously.

Lancelot was expressionless. He had already realized that he had fallen into a well-arranged trap, but he was not panicked at all. The Ice Soul Fairy could only freeze his body, but could not seal his mental power.

"System! Absorb the energy of the Ice Soul Fairy and activate the soul-locking stone skill: Curtain of Darkness."