The Sun King's Evidence

The Griffin True Silver Holy Sword slashed down on Ryan's head with thunderous force.

The goddess of revenge was burning with white flames. Ryan held the hilt of the sword tightly, and the bright silver blade emitted a light blue light. Huge spiritual energy was injected into the holy sword, and the explosive energy moved Duke Griffin: "Is this your strongest blow?"

Ryan didn't answer. He took steps forward. The goddess of revenge was connected to him by blood. He could feel the excitement of the holy sword. It was eager to fight side by side with him!

The godfather's power carries the cold wind of winter and impacts the godson's heart. The godson's will is like steel resisting the godfather's power.

Waving the holy sword, Ryan met Ivan's sharp gaze, and the goddess of revenge met the gryphon true silver holy sword head-on.

The sword blades met, and for a moment, the amber avenue was as bright as day.

Anton was forced back by the dazzling light, and the eldest son of the Griffin Duke had to cover his eyes with his hands.

"Boom!!!" The violent explosion blew the place where Ryan and Ivan met into pieces. Large pieces of gravel flew up into the sky, and the huge noise woke up many sleeping nobles.

A figure flew upside down from the center of the light source. He landed on one knee, his face was pale, and a trace of bright red flowed from the corner of his mouth. The right hand holding the goddess of revenge turned into fly ash from the coat to the lining sleeve, completely exposing his strong arms. He took several steps back and then stood up without saying a word. The flames burning on the Goddess of Vengeance weakened slightly, but the light emitted from the sword shone brighter and brighter.

It's Ryan! The Primarch stood proudly, looking into the depths of the light.

The smoke and light gradually disappeared, and Ivan's figure gradually emerged. The Griffin Duke of the Holy Domain stepped out intact. He raised his right hand, and the glove on his right hand gradually fell off in Anton's surprised eyes, and then turned into ashes. .

Ivan looked at his godson intently, as if he wanted to get to know him again.

After a long time, Ivan let out a long sigh, and he put away the Griffin True Silver Holy Sword: "Sure enough, the wings are hardened, and I want to fly by myself."

"I wonder if the brat's strength can be recognized by you?" Ryan also put away the Nemesis. His internal organs had received a big impact just now, but as the original gene, his resilience is amazing, and it can't be seen on the surface. influential.

"You are already stronger than the average Holy Grail Knight. No wonder... no wonder you have this idea." Ivan's face was serious. He looked at Ryan silently for a while, and then sighed: "You'd better find someone It's time to explain it to your adoptive father, and I can't control you anymore."

"Okay, I understand, Ivan, Anton, good night!" Ryan knew that he had won the approval of his godfather. He took the initiative to say good night to Ivan and Anton, and then left alone in the other direction.

The bright moonlight fell on the streets of Amber Avenue. Ivan looked at Ryan's leaving back and stood there without saying a word.

Another little eagle flew away from his wings.

His wings are safe and warm, but they are also a kind of restraint. Where will this little eagle named Ryan fly in the future? Will his huge ambition bring him supreme glory...or miserable destruction?

no one knows.

"Ryan's growth rate is beyond my imagination, father." Anton broke the silence, and the always confident Earl Griffin suddenly showed some frustration: "I always thought I was good enough, until I met Ryan."

"Ryan's existence is an anomaly. It's rare for me to see a young man as outstanding as him." The Griffin Duke nodded, and then looked at his eldest son: "The Empire has Kaldor, Nord has Ryan. Brittania has Julius. These powerful young men will lead mankind to move forward. However, compared to the excellent backgrounds of Kaldor and Julius, Ryan is so outstanding as the adopted son of a Nord country bumpkin. It’s indeed beyond my imagination, Anton, do you know how much it cost me to train you?”

"That must be an astonishing number, father." Anton is thirty-three years old this year. He can't be considered middle-aged based on the strength of the legendary primary level, but he is mature enough. He knows how much his father spent on cultivating him. Painfully.

"That's called regardless of the cost, so do you understand how valuable it is for Ryan, the adopted son of a Nord country bumpkin, to reach this point? You need to be better, my son." Ivan took this opportunity to educate himself His legitimate son, Anton has finally reached the legendary level in the past two years, which is indeed relatively fast, so his legitimate son is a little wandering, so he just used Ryan to give him a beating.

"I understand, father." Anton suddenly asked: "I have met Kaldor, but I have never met Julius, the legitimate son of Duke Wenford, who is rumored to be so magical."

"...If nothing else happens, you will see it soon."

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When Ryan returned home, the hidden wounds on his body had completely healed. Ryan took a deep breath and looked at his fully exposed arms, with a flash of light in his eyes.

The strength of the Godfather is obvious to all, even among the top among humans, being recognized by him is an important hard indicator.

Opening the door, it's not too late today. All three maids are here. Seeing Ryan coming back, Amelia immediately lifted up her skirt and made a courtesy: "Mr. Ryan!"

"Master!" This is Miranda, the little maid smiled sweetly.

"..." When the dark elf Orika saw Ryan coming back, she lifted her skirt in the same manner, but said nothing.

Seeing the blood at the corner of Ryan's mouth and the broken clothes, Amelia exclaimed: "What's wrong? Mr. Ryan, are you in a fight?"

"It's nothing, I had a little fight with the godfather." Ryan didn't care much. He went to take a shower and change into clean clothes, and then called Emilia and Olica into his room.

It was already late at night outside. After hearing Ryan's call, Emilia and Olica both came to Ryan's room.

"You guys are here, sit down." After changing into clean clothes, Ryan motioned for Emilia and Olica to sit down.

Not to mention Emilia, Olica looked at Ryan suspiciously for a while, but she knew that she had no ability to resist at all, so she could only sit down obediently.

The cool moonlight shines into the room through the window. The fireplace is burning brightly in the warm bedroom. The room is covered with thick carpets imported from the southern countries. A comfortable velvet bed is placed in the middle of the room. Even though it has gone through a lot This time, Orica could still feel the prosperity of human life.

"Olica, you seem to be in pain lately?" Ryan asked, and Emilia also looked at the dark elf with worried eyes.

"...This matter has nothing to do with you, human being." Orica said coldly. She spoke in Elvish language, but as soon as she finished speaking, the dark elf clutched her chest in pain and raised her head to look at it with hatred. Ryan.

Ryan raised his eyebrows, and the contract mark in his hand was shining: "First, you have to call me master, and then, as the master, I order you to tell me why you have nightmares every night, and then wake up from the nightmares. .”

"Human, do you think you have got me?" Orika put her hands on her chest, painfully resisting the torture of the slave mark. She suddenly smiled, and it was difficult to laugh: "Although you have become a prisoner, you can't even think of desecrating me. Me, human!"

After saying that, Olica suddenly recited a string of spells, trying extremely hard to gather a little bit of magic power, but her fragile soul made the process very slow.

"This is it!" Ryan suddenly felt signs of magic fluctuations. He immediately protected Emilia behind him, then gently raised his hand, and the subspace spiritual energy was released. Orika was surprised to find that she could no longer Can't feel any magic: "Ah! This! This is impossible!"

"Haha~" Ryan walked towards Orica step by step, and the original gene sneered: "Nothing is impossible."

After saying that, Ryan waved his hand gently, and in the painful voice of the dark elf, he took away the last bit of Orika's magic power: "In this way, you will lose the last bit of capital."

"No! No! Don't come here!" Orica backed away in fear. The dark elf's hair was a little messy and she was sitting on the carpet. The black maid skirt had many wrinkles. Her slender legs wearing white stockings under the skirt were in front of Ryan. In front of him, his slender feet wearing little deerskin boots were kicking around, trying to help him retreat.

But Ryan's approach was like the bell of doomsday, and the dark elf was unable to resist at all. Until the man stretched out his arms, picked up the dark elf by the waist, and then motioned for Emilia to come over: "Emilia? Help Orica?" The boots are off.”

"Yes, Mr. Lane!" Emilia came over and took off Orika's pair of deerskin short boots, revealing the dark elf's beautiful white silk feet, but she still kept kicking: "Let me go! Let me go. !”

"Quiet, or I'll really kill you!" Ryan threatened viciously in Olica's ear, and his mischievous tone made Emilia purse her lips and snicker.

Orika didn't dare to move now: "Human, I won't move, you are not allowed to do that to me!"

"A slave is not qualified to negotiate terms! But if you behave better, I might consider it." Ryan said lightly. The dark elf did not move and just looked at him with fear and hatred, but she was very Soon he discovered that Ryan just carried her back to the sofa and put her down, letting her lie down: "Human! What do you want to do?"

"I just want to find out why you have nightmares at night? Why do you wake up from nightmares?" Ryan returned to sit down next to Amelia and continued to ask.

"...Forget it, it's okay to tell you." Orika finally gave in. The dark elf knew that if she didn't behave better, she would most likely be manipulated by the powerful human in front of her, so she sneered: "It's our clan My great enemy, the Lord of Pleasure among the Four Gods of Chaos, Sesha, wants to devour my soul."

"Devouring your soul?" Ryan thought for a moment, and he felt that the dark elf was not lying.

The slave contract ensures that the slave cannot lie to the master, but she can selectively avoid some questions and conceal some key things. But on this issue, Ryan felt that the dark elf told the truth.

The soul of elves is the supreme delicacy to the Chaos God. If the human soul tastes like a university cafeteria, then the soul of elves is the seafood buffet of a star hotel, and the soul of an elven noble is the Michelin restaurant. Therefore, the God of Chaos always tries his best. A way to devour the souls of all elves.

Compared with the high elves under the protection of Phoenix Lord Asuryan and the wood elves under the protection of the World Tree, the dark elves are more decadent and depraved. The dark elves who long for blood and killing believe in Kai, the god of blood and murder. En (referred to as the Bloody Hand God), this god's insatiable thirst for blood and heads makes the dark elves extremely susceptible to the corruption of Chaos, and in the upper class society of the dark elves, the rampant hedonism and indulgence of ideas also lead to corruption The rampage of the Dark Elves made the Dark Elves a violent and depraved race... at least that's what the High Elves told humans.

There is a lot of water in this, but the relationship between the Dark Elves and Chaos is the deepest. For example, Ryan once learned from the White Wolf Archbishop Malas that the Bloody Hand God Kane and Khorne, one of the Four Gods of Chaos, are actually They are the two sides of the coin. If the White Wolf God of War and Khorne are completely different understandings and confrontations about the survival of the fittest, courage and glory, then Kane and Khorne are essentially the same thing. What they emphasize and show Stuff is basically the same.

Therefore, the dark elves often allied with the northern barbarians to ravage the coastline. Of course, there was no shortage of wars between them.

"Don't you Druzi have any countermeasures to deal with this situation?" Ryan continued to ask.

"...It used to be there, but now it's gone. The vicious Asurs destroyed my soul through their secret techniques. Now I can feel the eyes of the Lord of Pleasure every night. He is watching my soul greedily. Soul." Olika covered her face with lingering fear: "That kind of darkness that is everywhere, that kind of deepest fear in your heart, this kind of fear you humans cannot understand, because your soul is worthless."

"If that's the case, I think I can help you." Ryan said calmly, while Emilia looked at Ryan curiously, wondering how he planned to help this dark elf.

"Help me? Ha! Stupid humans, how can your short life and superficial knowledge help me? Don't be kidding..." Orica said disdainfully.

"I don't want a maid bought for more than 10,000 gold marks to become the food of the evil god!" Ryan's hand suddenly burned with a light blue flame, and the huge energy contained in it surprised the dark elf. At the same time, there is also deep fear: "Human! What are you going to do?! Don't come here!"

"First of all, you have to call me master, and secondly, I am saving your soul." Ryan slowly approached: "Emilia? Hold her down!"

"Okay, Mr. Lane!" The little maid came over and pressed Olica firmly onto the sofa, completely ignoring her screams and struggles.

Then, Ryan's palm burning with light blue flames pressed directly on the dark elf's forehead.

"Huh? What is this?"

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