Warhammer Throne

The Griffon True Silver Sacred Sword slashed down towards Ryan with the power of a bolt of thunder. .. !

The vengeance "female" **** burned white and "color" flames. Ryan gripped the hilt, the bright silver "color" blade emitted a light blue "color" light, and the huge spirit energy was injected into the holy sword, and it exploded The energy of'sex' moved the Duke Griffin: "Is this your strongest blow?"

Ryan didn't answer, he took a step forward, and the vengeance "female" **** was connected to him. He could feel the excitement of the holy sword, and it was eager to fight with him!

The power of the godfather engulfed the cold winter wind and hit the heart of the godson, and the will of the godson resisted the strength of the godfather like steel.

The holy sword waved, Ryan greeted Ivan's fierce gaze, and the vengeful ‘female’ **** greeted the Griffin real silver holy sword.

The blades ‘crossed’, and for an instant, the Amber Avenue was as bright as day.

Anton was ‘forced’ to retreat by the glaring light, and the eldest son of Duke Griffin had to cover his eyes with his hands.

"Boom!!!" The violent explosion blasted the place where Ryan and Ivan ‘played’ their hands to pieces. Large chunks of rubble flew up all over the sky, and the loud sound awakened many nobles who were already sleeping.

A figure flew out from the heart of the light source. He landed on one knee, his face was pale, and the corners of his mouth were shining bright red. The right hand of the goddess of vengeance from the outer garment to the inner sleeve turned to fly ashes, completely' Lu' showed strong arms, and he stepped back several steps in succession, then stood up, without saying a word, the flames of the vengeance goddess'female' burning slightly weakened, but the light from the sword's body became more and more shining.

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

The smoke and light gradually disappeared, and Ivan's figure gradually appeared. The Griffin Duke of Sanctuary stepped out intact. He raised his right hand, and the glove of his right hand gradually fell off in Anton's surprised gaze, and then turned to ashes.

Ivan looked intently at his godson, as if to recognize him again.

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

"I don't know if the brat's strength can be recognized by you?" Ryan also put away the vengeance of the'female' god. His internal organs received a lot of shock just now, but his resilience as a gene primitive is amazing. On the surface Does not come out to have an impact.

"Your strength is already stronger than the average holy grail knight, no wonder...no wonder you have this kind of thought." Ivan's face was serious, he looked at Ryan silently for a while, and then sighed: "You are the best. Find a time to explain to your adoptive father, I can't control you anymore."

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

With bright moonlight falling on the streets of Amber Avenue, Ivan looked at the back of Ryan's departure and stood there without saying a word.

Another little eagle flew away from under his wings.

His wings are safe and warm, but it is not a kind of bondage. Where will this little eagle named Ryan fly in the future? His immense ambition will bring him 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 him. Ryan."

"Lane's existence is an alien. I really rarely see a young man as good as him." The Griffin Duke nodded, then looked at his eldest son: "The Empire has Kaldor, and Nord has Ryan. Brittany has Julius. These powerful young people will lead mankind to move forward. It is just that Caldo and Julius have excellent backgrounds. Ryan is so good as the adopted son of a Nord hillbilly. It is true. Something is beyond my imagination, Anton, do you know how much I spent to nurture you?"

"That must be an amazing number, father." An Dong is thirty-three years old this year. He can't be considered an entry into the year because of his junior strength, but he is mature enough. He knows his father wants to cultivate himself. How much painstaking.

"That's no cost, so you know how valuable it is for Ryan to get to this point as the adopted son of a Nord hillbilly? You need to be better, my son." Ivan took this opportunity to educate himself. An Dong finally became a passer-by in the past two years, and it was indeed relatively fast, so his aunt was a little fluttering, and he just used Ryan to beat him.

"I understand, father." Anton asked suddenly, "I have seen Kaldor, but I have never met Julius, the son of the fascinating Duke of Winford."

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

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When Ryan returned home, his hidden wounds had completely healed. Ryan took a breath and looked at his fully exposed arm, his eyes flashed with a ray of ‘fine’.

The strength of the godfather is obvious to all, even in the top part of the human race, being recognized by him is an important hard indicator.

Open the big ‘door’, it’s not too late today. The three ‘maiden’ servants were all there. Seeing Ryan came back, Emilia immediately raised the skirt and made a courtesy: "Mr. Ryan!"

"Master!" This is Miranda, and the little ‘maid’ servant smiled sweetly.

"..." Seeing Ryan's return, the dark ‘Jing’ Ling Olika also lifted the skirt in a decent way, but said nothing.

"Emilia! I'm back!" Ryan was in a good mood. He stretched out his hands to hug the'girl' child and gave her a big hug. Emilia let out a cry of "Ah" and her face flushed. Hug with Ryan.

Just hugged Ryan lightly and let go of the ‘girl’ child. Seeing the blood and broken clothing on the corner of Ryan’s mouth, Emilia exclaimed: "What's the matter? Mr. Ryan, are you in a fight?"

"It's nothing, Xiaodi and the godfather'fight'." Ryan didn't really matter. He first went to bathe and change clothes, changed into clean clothes, and then called Emilia and Olica to his room. Come inside.

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

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

Not to mention Emilia, Olica looked at Ryan with suspicious eyes for a while, but she knew that she had no resistance at all, so she could only sit down obediently.

The cold moonlight shines into the room through the windows, the warm bedroom fireplace is blazing, the room is covered with thick carpets imported from southern countries, and the comfortable velvet big'bed' is placed in the main room of the room, even after experiencing Many times, Olica can still feel the prosperity of human life.

"Olica, you seem to be in pain lately?" Ryan asked, and Emilia also looked at the dark ‘jing’ with a worried look.

"...This matter has nothing to do with you, human." Olica said coldly. She was using the'Jing' Lingyu, but as soon as the voice fell, the dark'Jing' Ling was holding her chest in pain, and lifted it up. He looked at Ryan with hatred.

Ryan raised his eyebrows, and the contract imprint on his hand was shining: "First, you have to call my master, and then, as the master, I order you to tell me why you have nightmares every night, and then from Woke up from a nightmare."

"Human, do you think you have got me?" Olica put her hand on her'chest', resisting the torture of the slave mark in pain, she suddenly laughed, laughing very hard: "Although you are already a prisoner, you Never want to defile me, human!"

After speaking, Olica suddenly chanted a series of spells, trying very hard to gather a little magic power, but her fragile soul made the process very slow.

"This is!" Ryan suddenly felt signs of magic'wave', he immediately protected Emilia behind his back, then gently raised his hand, the subspace psychic energy was released, Olica was surprised to find I can no longer feel any magic power: "Ah! This! This is impossible!"

"Haha~" Ryan walked towards Olica step by step, the Primarch sneered: "Nothing is impossible."

After finishing speaking, Ryan waved his hand gently. In the painful voice of the ‘jing’ in the dark, he ‘pumped’ away Olica’s last bit of magic: "In this way, you have lost the last bit of capital."

"No! Don't! Don't come here!" Olica backed away in fear, her dark'jingling' hair was a little messy, sitting on the carpet, the black'maid' skirt had a lot of wrinkles , The slender and beautiful legs in white silk stockings under the skirt were fully displayed in front of Ryan, and the slender feet in deerskin short boots were kicking in a mess, trying to help him retreat.

But Ryan's approach was like the bell of the doomsday, and the dark'jing' spirit was unable to resist at all, until the man stretched out his arms, hugged the dark'jing' spirit around his waist, and then motioned to Emilia to come over: "Emilia? Help Olica take off her boots."

"Yes, Mr. Ryan!" Emilia came over and took off Olica's little buckskin boots, revealing the darkness, the spirit and the beautiful white silk feet, but she still kept pedaling: "Let go of me! Let go of me!"

"Quiet, or I really XX you!" Ryan threatened viciously in Olica's ear, and the mischievous tone made Emilia pursed her lips and snickered.

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

"Slaves are not qualified to negotiate terms! But if you behave better, I might consider it." Ryan said lightly, the dark'spirit' really didn't move, just looking at him with fear and hatred. But she soon found out that Ryan just hugged her back to the sofa and put her down, letting her lie down: "Human! What do you want to do?"

"I just want to figure out, why do you have nightmares late? Why do you wake up from the nightmares?" Ryan returned to Emilia to sit down and continued to ask.

"...Forget it, it's okay to tell you." Olica finally succumbed. The dark'jing' knew that if she didn't behave better, she would most likely be'tooked' by the powerful humans in front of her, so she sneered. A cry: "It is the enemy of our clan, the master of pleasure of the four chaotic gods, "Less" abuse. He wants to devour my soul."

"Swallow your soul?" Ryan thought for a while, he felt that the dark ‘jing’ spirit did not lie.

The slave contract can guarantee that the slave cannot lie to the master, but she can selectively avoid some problems and conceal some key things, but on this issue, Lane feels that the dark ‘spirit’ tells the truth.

The soul of the "Jing" spirit is nothing delicious to the "Chaos" God. If the taste of the human soul is the university cafeteria, then the soul of the "Jing" spirit is the seafood buffet in the star hotel, and the soul of the "Jing" nobleman. It is a Michelin restaurant, so the Chaos God always tries its best to devour the souls of all the spirits.

From the higher spirits of the phoenix Lord Asuyan and the wood spirits under the protection of the tree of the world, the dark spirits will be more decayed and depraved, and the dark spirits longing for blood and killing 'The spirit believes in Kane, the **** of blood and murder. This deity's endless thirst for blood and head makes the dark'jing' spirits extremely vulnerable to the influence of'chaotic' chaos and corruption, and at the level of the dark'jing' spirit. In society, the rampant hedonism and indulgence thoughts also lead to the rampant corruption, which makes the dark'jing' spirits a violent and degenerate race... at least the higher'jing' spirits tell human beings this way.

There is a lot of water in this, but the relationship between the dark "jing" and the "chaos" is the deepest. For example, Ryan once learned from the White Wolf Archbishop Maras that the **** of blood hands Kane and the chaos Terrorism, one of the four chaotic gods, is actually the pros and cons of the coin. If the White Wolf God of War and Terrorism are completely different understandings and confrontations of the survival, courage and glory of the fittest, then Kane and Terrorism are essentially the same thing. , What they emphasized and showed is basically the same.

Therefore, the dark'jing' spirits often ally with the northern barbarians to ravage the coastline, and of course there is never a lack of war between them.

"Did you Trucey have no countermeasures to deal with this situation?" Ryan continued to ask.

"...It turned out to be there, but now it's gone. The vicious Asuls have destroyed my soul through secret arts. I can feel the gaze of the Lord of Pleasure every night. He is watching me greedily. Soul." Olica covered her face with lingering fears: "That kind of ubiquitous darkness, that kind of fear in the deepest heart, this kind of fear you humans cannot understand, because your soul is worthless."

"If this is the case, I think I can help you." Ryan said calmly, while Emilia looked at Ryan nicely, wondering how he planned to help this secret ‘jing’.

"Help me? Heh! Stupid human beings, what can your short life and superficial knowledge help me? Don't be kidding..." Olika said disdainfully.

"I don't want a "maid" servant who bought more than 10,000 gold marks to become the food of the evil **** like this!" Ryan's hand suddenly burned with a light blue flame, and the huge energy contained in it made The dark spirit was very surprised, and at the same time there was a deep fear: "Human! What are you going to do?! Don't come over!"

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

"Okay, Mr. Lane!" The little ‘maid’ servant came over and pressed Olica firmly on the sofa, screaming and struggling, completely ignoring her.

Then, Ryan’s palm burning with the light blue ‘color’ flame directly pressed against the dark ‘jing’ forehead.

"Huh? This is?"