A subjugated princess will never die a vagabond

"That's just right," Guan Tuo said with a excited smile, "You will face off against the demigod in his spectacle. If you don't die, you will be seriously injured. Do you still want to bluff in front of me? Your divinity... belongs to me too!"

His cloak turned into a dark green dark tide and flooded towards Moxiu, who stretched out his right palm and pressed down——

A magnificent and pure white gate of the kingdom of heaven stopped the tide instantly.

Guan Tuo re-condensed, pus and blood mixed with starfish, sea anemones, and seaweed spewed out from under the hood, and he was in doubt: "You reshaped the symbol of the spiritual vein?!"

"It's just a door."

"It's just a door... Hehe, no wonder you survived under the hands of the demigods. Now it seems that, except for those cowards who cling to the wonders, you are the closest to the kingdom of heaven." Guan Tuo concluded that Moxiu was on the verge of limit, However, he is determined to try to what extent the limit line must be broken.

Mo Xiu shook his head: "Before you get serious, don't you check yourself?"

"Own……?"

"Shaqima," Moxiu looked at Cloris, "your companion is in a more perfect state than me, and she may be able to prevent the disaster."

"You..." Cloris opened her mouth, not knowing how to respond.

"Do what you want, and I'll come back to you."

Suddenly, a gate of heaven appeared on Guantuo's wall of wind and water, connecting the inside and the outside.

"..." Cloris didn't know if Moxiu was trying to hold on. Without any hesitation, she paid homage to the old man and left from the gate of heaven, "Take care."

Looking at the back of Cloris going away, Moxiu laughed at himself: "It sounds like I'm going to die here."

Guan Tuo's sullen voice floated over: "Isn't it?"

"You are more suitable for 'arrogance' than Qifa, Guantuo, if you were in your prime, you might be able to defeat me now, but now...you are already plagued by bad luck."

Guan Tuo was shocked when he heard the words, and he examined himself with inspiration, but he didn't have the power of fate and dreams, so he finally found a strange breath.

"Boom!" When he was distracted, Mo Xiu had smashed his face under the hood with a punch.

At this moment, Guan Tuo didn't even care whether the other party was sneak attacking, because he found that with the devouring of the strange method, the terrible bad luck that haunted his soul was gradually transferred to him!

"Qifa!!!" Guan Tuo was furious, he finally understood the last words in Qifa's weird laughter.

"You think you can control him, but..." Moxiu pressed his hood with his bare hands and smashed his whole face into the ground. The original sin of rage eroded Guantuo, and the old man said indifferently, "Don't underestimate people who are weaker than you , in some respects, they may be stronger than you and me."

Guan Tuo wanted to use his skills to resist, but the erosion of original sin caused him to appear in a trance for a moment, and his spiritual veins also stagnated inexplicably at this moment, on the verge of losing control!

When bad luck strikes, even a sip of cold water can get stuck between your teeth.

In order to prevent losing control, Guan Tuo had to withdraw all his strength, and then he punched him with a "boom", smashing his "head".

It was true that Moxiu was going to the end of the mountain, and every move was simple and unadorned, but even with such a simple attack, Guantuo couldn't parry it.

"puff!"

With another punch, Guan Tuo's cloak collapsed, and countless marine poisons gushed out from it.

Moxiu didn't dodge. When those poisons attacked him, the gate of the kingdom of heaven shone with holy light instantly, making it invulnerable to all evil. He picked up the crumpled cloak and tore it with his hands, and the cloak split into two parts immediately. A pool of pus and blood with nothing in it.

"Did you run away?"

At this time, Ying 21 appeared beside him: "Master."

"Find Guan Tuo and don't let him come into contact with the congregation of the Grace House. If he escapes from Wuhe to his lair in Qunhai, that's all. If he still dares to stay on Hurricane Island, I will hunt him down to the ends of the earth."

The clay figurine was also very angry, and he was almost murdered by plotting, so it was impossible for Moxiu to speak kindly to each other.

"Qifa's layout..."

"Qifa went the wrong way," Moxiu shook his head, "I thought he wanted to redeem hundreds of thousands of desperate people and convert them at the price of sacrifice, but... Maybe this kind of sacrifice is not right, I've gone astray too."

Ying 21 didn't say much, he just nodded: "Carson Cloris' fleet has set off, and will enter the Twisted Forest within two days, where a hurricane vortex is happening, and he may stay for several days."

"He can't go away," Moxiu shook his head, "Go ask Shaqima to arrange the speedboat, I think she will be happy to cooperate."

"The city that never sleeps..." Ying 21 felt unwilling, "Did we fail?"

"Hehe," Moxiu said with a smile, "You have to ask Walsh Calle," after that, his expression suddenly became sluggish, showing his old age. Shadow 21 supported him, and Moxiu continued, " Those of us who came from the deep world are not as familiar with the rules of the outside world as they are after all, 21, there are no eternal friends, let alone eternal enemies, on the road to God, even I can give up at any time." Suddenly, a A strong bright light traversed the sky, as if a god descended. Moxiu looked at the tower that was falling down, and sighed, "Our enemy is not any god or anyone. We are walking on different paths. The only old enemy Only the one who stands in the way, 21, if you choose to be more tolerant, you will find that many people go the same way as us, and you can all become friends."

"21 is taught." Ying 21 didn't know if he understood. In short, Mo Xiu always had such a respectful attitude every time he gave a lecture.

"Qifa used [The Hand of Fate] to plot against Guantuo. He may not be dead yet. If Guantuo escapes, let the two of them fight first," Moxiu paced slowly with the support of Ying 21, " Let Paya come to see me, and Qifa drove her crazy with [Hundred Body Filthy Ghosts]. Now that Qifa is dead, I should bring her back to the right path..."

296. Strong Luck (Thirteen)

Maxi didn't lie, even though Veronica's mastery of the secret text was not up to standard, but her personality and knowledge were there, and soon the set of self-destruct system represented various mysterious characteristics in the control center of the spectacle. The corresponding secret text was found.

Near the console, the graceful white flesh has already occupied the space and it is difficult to move, but Veronica has the fire of hell, and even those catastrophic pieces of flesh are difficult to approach 20 meters in front of her.

"This should be like this, this is like this...well...is it right to do this, don't care, anyway, try it first."

It has to be said that it is not wise to let Veronica do this, but right now, she is also Maxi's only choice.

After everything was done, the entire control center suddenly flowed with the luster of a series of secret texts that complement each other, they formed a huge number, and the countdown began.

Veronica clapped her hands: "It's done."

Although she always fails in the devil's secret script, if she can't make the right choice in the open-book exam, then she really deserves the name of an idiot.

The truth is, Veronica has her own wit and cunning in her own right, only dull in details that don't require deep thought.If you can use dreams to steal memories, you don't need to work hard to deduce them, and if you can use violence to crush the enemy, you don't need to intrigue.

Of course, in fact, she is quite troublesome, so she rarely gets involved in incidents of this level, and even less has real conflicts with people.

After everything is done, Veronica decides to say goodbye to Maxi as a small thank you to the last guy who finally did something good in her life, and when she returns to the medical center, Maxi is nowhere to be found.

Countless white Bernices twisted and rolled like bugs:

"Maxi..."

"Sir Bishop..."

"Take me to the upper realm..."

"I love you, old thing..."

"Marry me……"

However, there was only one heart that had collapsed a little and was about to explode.

Well, Maxi is dead.

Veronica shrugged her shoulders, and she had nothing to regret. She took this time to go to the core of the spectacle, and wanted to see Luentia's state, but found that it was empty, only a puddle of indelible golden Blood.

"Interesting... Do you want to forcefully terminate the contract because of damage to your spiritual veins? There is a price to pay for breaking the contract, hee hee," Veronica showed a sly and sinister smile, "you can tell Cloris about this, Lu Entia's spirit veins should be useful to her."

If Luntia wanted to escape, she would definitely not be able to escape anywhere, and would definitely hide somewhere on Hurricane Island.

……

After Cloris escaped from the battlefield of Moxiu and Guantuo, the vision in the sky flickered for a few moments, and then the wind wall shattered and the tsunami subsided, and it was unknown who would win in the end.

After she got what she wanted from Walsh Calle, she returned to the Gospel Correctional Institute. Lucas Reinhardt had already led people to intercept the tide of ghouls. Fenghu, the most dangerous place right now is the wealthy area in the northern part of the city that never sleeps. There are at least [-] ghouls flooding there.

A loud noise came from the distant sky, and the Tower of Light collapsed like a piece of bone peeling off. A gentle bright light penetrated the sky, and the loud sound shook the bell tower on the top of the mountain.

"What did Veronica do..."

Cloris took over the command of the surrounding area, arranged and dispatched the personnel of the Gospel Correctional Institute, and stared at the distant sky in a daze.

Not long after, a slender hand patted the girl's shoulder without any warning, and Cloris knew it was Veronica without looking back.

The succubus looked like Angeline at the moment. She pressed her whole body on Cloris' shoulders, and she was about to cry, with blood spilling from the corner of her lips: "Look, I did it."

"What's wrong with you?" Cloris frowned.

"It's just a small injury..." Veronica's pale face was blushing, and she suddenly vomited blood on the girl's shawl, her eyes blurred, "I seem to have...been poisoned by...Enan's enchanting poison...Chlo Liz... I think..."

The girl thought that Veronica was seriously injured, after all, it was a disaster, but seeing the appearance of the succubus, she immediately became angry: "Don't pretend to me, if you are really in heat, you can use it yourself!" The tail can also be solved!"

Veronica showed embarrassment, and the blush on her face faded: "Ahem, I just want you to care about me...uh..."

Suddenly, her eyes flickered and she almost fainted.

Veronica swayed, but thanks to Cloris' support, she didn't fall down. The girl asked, "Are you really hurt?"

"Hi, it's alright..."

"You go to rest first," Cloris said softly, "In short... thank you for today's matter."

Veronica seemed encouraged, and she said happily: "By the way, Luentia is not in the spectacle. His running-in with the Tower of Radiance was unstable, and it looks like the contract was terminated at the last moment."

"Can you find him?"

"No," Veronica shook her head, "but he must be very weak now."

Cloris pondered for a moment, and was about to call Lucas Reinhardt over when Sister Agatha approached with a stack of documents to be transferred, and said, "Miss Dean, here is a report that needs you Let's deal with it."

Cloris took the file suspiciously.

Sister Agatha explained: "This is a report letter from a few days ago. We have to deal with at least [-] reports of this kind of mercy cult every day, many of which are even deliberate slanders, so it takes a lot of time to screen. I wanted to tell you about the screening document last night, but you went to the dance, and this kind of thing happened again today... Moreover, the above content is somewhat consistent with the ghoul this time."

The content of the report was very simple. It was roughly that a maid who did not want to reveal her real name accused a certain manor in the northern suburbs of keeping unknown and unknown monsters in the tower. The manor master was suspected of colluding with cult members.

Sister Agatha didn't even bother to look at this kind of report full of vague clues and groundless speculation. If you want to report it, at least give some real evidence?You have to make it up a little bit!

There is not a single sentence in this report letter, the handwriting is ugly and awkward, and there is a paragraph that reads: "... I was once rescued by a cold and handsome hero. She is free and easy, beautiful, and chivalrous. The choice gave me great courage, and I also hope that one day, like her, I can realize my self-worth and do my part for those innocent people who are persecuted or about to be persecuted..."

Then there is a long paragraph of self-indulgence that has nothing to do with the content of the report.

Agatha said: "Although the content is ridiculous, I thought today, could the monster described in this letter be a ghoul? I didn't take this letter seriously, but..."

"Who lives in that manor?"

"It's Sir Arcas Lean. He used to be the vice-chairman of the Nightless City Chamber of Commerce. He lost to Luentia in the war 20 years ago, and has been under house arrest since then..." Agatha recalled the information she had collected. , emphatically, "for life."

297. Epilogue (Part [-])

For Luentia, Moshu seemed to be a state, not a real person.

He couldn't imagine how a human, even a transcendent, could face a demigod with a mortal body, especially when Moxiu won.

Regardless of whether Moxiu has reached his limit or not, at least, Luentia knew that at that time, he was absolutely powerless to fight back.Fortunately, Moxiu left, and Luentia also took advantage of this time to recover some of his strength, but later he realized that the "distress" that Moxiu said was really a fucking "distress"!

If he was a demigod who sat firmly in the Tower of Light and was in its heyday, even if disaster broke out in an all-round way outside, the Tower of Light would still be able to stand up to him, but now...

Luntia made a decision in her heart.

This is a difficult choice. Once he makes it, he will enter a long period of weakness, and it is very likely that he will not be able to return to his peak for the rest of his life, but... what is more important than being alive?

There are two ways for a demigod to break free from the shackles of the spectacle. One is that the demigod has penetrated the inherent authority of the spectacle and can form its own domain. At that point, the soul of the demigod will gain independence and be promoted to a "god".

In the age of the gods, most of the conflicting gods were of this personality. After the Holy Source Church unified the upper world, they knocked down the names of the gods and called them false gods. If they were high-ranking people in the church, they were called "saints."

For more than a thousand years after that, there were actually no gods ruling the upper world, only the twelve apostles who were in charge of all parties. It was not until after the disaster of the void that Seraphim took the lead in ascending to the throne of God.

As for another way to get rid of the shackles of the spectacle, it is to "release" the contract.However, once a lifetime contract is breached, how can it be possible not to pay any price?

Even if Luntia's connection with the Tower of Radiance is not deep, after forcibly stripping off the [Sleeping Blood] fused with the Spirit Vein of Spectacle, it still caused him permanent trauma.

Sleepy, very sleepy.

In the extreme sleepiness, blurred hallucinations appeared in Luentia's vision, the world changed color, like a crazy artist splashing red and white paint on a decent canvas, dancing wildly, at the same time, those Faces of enemies emerged in the colors, including men, women, the infant baby when he killed everyone, and even Maxi.

Luentia saw "Maxi" grinning, rose-colored blood oozing from his gums, the skin and muscles of his face curled up, and then bloomed, and the lips with flirtatious petals let out a sinister voice: "Luentia Ya, why don't you die with me? Everybody's preparing a feast for you—"

Behind "Maxi", people spontaneously set up the banquet hall. The potted plants are Luntia's hands, and the tables and chairs are supporting Luntia's legs. People are holding his head high Lifting it up, Luentia's perspective was confused, he only felt that he was cut into sections, but he couldn't sleep, and his consciousness would not be wiped out.

"what--"

Luentia didn't know if he uttered a cry of fear, but he was a standing dead hero, so how could he be afraid?

He turned into a wave of blood, lost his connection with the spectacle, and fled from the rooftop.

Luentia was swimming aimlessly, he knew that he was under the curse, he needed to return to his crystal coffin, and he needed to get a blood sacrifice.Luentia sometimes swims, sometimes recovers part of her form and falters, extremely unstable.

He was heading north, when the sound of "Didi" sounded, Luentia looked back, and the fast-moving rail train ran straight over his body.

"Ah!" Luntia hurriedly dodged, one leg was bloody and bloody, no matter how hard it was to hold on.

Part of his blood was swept away, and vaguely, he seemed to hear the voices of two women:

"Did you hit something just now?"

"I didn't pay attention, before you get rid of that bastard, let me rub my face again, mua!"

"Bitch..."

The activity of the blood quickly dissipated under the blowing of the wind, and he could no longer hear the voice inside.