Spellcasting Heavens

An abandoned castle on the outskirts of the capital of Albania? So you know what's going on inside? After reading the contents of the note, Zhang Cheng immediately tentatively asked.

You must know that the fragmented world is a brand new space formed by the collision, fragmentation and mixing of three different worlds, heaven, hell and earth, so it will show different landform features according to the amount of fragments absorbed in each world.

Some are close to hell, full of red lava and volcanoes; some are close to heaven, full of incredible divine brilliance; some are like the earth that has not been destroyed by modern civilization, with mountains, water, and forests , There are lakes and seas.

In short, the fragmented world has no fixed size, let alone a fixed shape. Each has its own unique ecological system, and even breeds new life forms and civilizations.

Until a full investigation is completed, no one will know how big a fragmented world is, whether it is like a villa, an island, or an entire continent.

Generally speaking, whoever can obtain more intelligence will be able to take the lead in the process of capturing the fragmented world.

Catherine pursed the corner of her mouth and stretched out a finger like a smile, and shook it gently: No, my dear, I won't tell you too much information before you become an ally. Also, don't go with Kane. Too close, or I'll be jealous. I'm sure you should know what terrible things can happen once a woman's jealousy starts to creep in, right?

Of course, ma'am. I assure you that the relationship with Lord Kane is limited to normal transactions, and there will be no further cooperation beyond that. After that, Zhang Cheng's palm suddenly burst into red. The flames completely engulfed the note, turning it into a pile of black dust in the blink of an eye.

At the same time, the three men and one woman on the podium gathered together and whispered a few words, and soon the Venus Senator who ruled Queens took the initiative to take two steps forward and exchanged glances with Francis, who was standing beside the coffin, and then exerted force. He coughed: Cough! Be quiet! Ladies and gentlemen, residents from the New York Underworld! Today, with sadness and grief, we come together to bid farewell to Congressman Miles from Brooklyn and wish his soul. To be able to find eternal peace after death...

have to say,

Wearing a long black dress and a bright red rose hat on her head, this woman who looked like she was around 30 years old was full of aura, and she controlled the atmosphere of the funeral scene with just one sentence of opening remarks.

Especially her pair of gray pupils, every time she swept across the auditorium, her brain would feel a slight tingling like a needle stick, as if something had invaded the spiritual world.

Without a doubt, this is a very rare and powerful ability!

It is said that when she is fighting, she can often control the enemy with just one look, and then force the opponent to turn around and attack her comrades. During the whole process, the controlled person always remains awake, watching her companions and relatives die one by one. In his hands, the intense stimulation was more painful than death.

So her enemy either committed suicide out of extreme guilt, or turned into a total lunatic and was locked up in a prison set up by the Parliament.

Zhang Cheng, who was sitting on the bench, silently observed those targets that might pose a threat to him, and didn't care about the utterly boring eulogy.

I don't know how long it took, maybe ten minutes, maybe half an hour, in short, after the three present members gave a boring speech, Francis picked up the master's coffin and put it in the prepared one. In the tomb, the entrance was sealed with a powerful spell, ending this nondescript funeral.

The interesting thing is that although the funeral has ended, none of the people present chose to leave, and they still stood there and watched the special envoy from Europe.

You don't need to ask to know that they are eager to obtain the location of the entrance to the fragmented world, as well as as much information as possible.

Congressman Brenda, who claims to have a quarter of the blood of a vampire, first noticed this, a sneer flashed in his eyes, and he stretched out his hands and announced loudly: Pardon by the Supreme Council of North America! This time about this war game. There will be some changes to the rules, and whoever takes ownership of the Shard World will be eligible to be a member of the New York Secondary Council, whether or not he is the lord of Brooklyn.

what?!

Damn! How could this be?

Not fair! Isn't this disguised as encouraging lords from other regions to join in?

...

For a while, many guys with lord titles couldn't help complaining, and some were less timid and even thought of quitting.

Hearing the chaos under the stage, Brenda immediately raised her fists, smashed the hardwood podium with a bang, and roared with a gloomy face: Shut up! This is an order signed by the Supreme Council of North America - Senator Laverne! Conveyed by his most trusted assistant, the Lord of Shadows, His Excellency Lauren Coney, do any of you have an opinion?

moment!

The originally chaotic scene suddenly became quiet.

Countless pairs of eyes turned to the man standing in the corner, as if to merge with the shadow.

Seeing that the rebellious lords were too frightened to say a word by the name of the Lord of Shadows, Brenda pursed the corners of her mouth and showed a disdainful expression, then shook the stained sawdust on her clothes, and continued: From now on , The lord of Brooklyn has one month to prepare, and a month later, bring your army to the designated dock warehouse. Now I announce! Brooklyn is officially at war! Fight! The people of the underground world! With blood And death forge the way to power!

As the last word fell, a pair of bright red suddenly appeared behind him, like huge bat wings fished out of blood plasma.

Feeling the pungent bloody smell in the air, and the emotions of the people around him gradually becoming more and more excited, Zhang Cheng turned around and walked out of the auditorium without looking back.

As one of the very few people with a sober mind, he knew that from this moment on, this drama of countless conspiracies and rights finally kicked off.

It's just that this time, he neither knows the so-called plot, nor does he know exactly what plans and cards his opponents have. He can only rely on real strength to kick away every stumbling block on the way forward. .

But before that, he needs to recruit a few knights, and then go to receive his own territory.

Polman, how was the training of the new werewolf I gave you last time? Zhang Cheng asked suddenly without warning.

You mean Clover? Well—I'm not quite sure about his current state, you'd better go and see for yourself.

After answering this question, the lawyer in charge of driving immediately turned the car around and drove towards the residence of Old Cripple...

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