Warhammer Throne

"Yes! That's right, it's him!" Aneda squeezed the table tightly with his arms covered with various jewellery. . . Pinshu

The rickety man's face was sweaty, and he only predicted that a short period of time consumed a lot of his magic power.

The picture of the crystal ball stopped at this moment, and Ryan's face was gradually shrouded in white and misty fog, becoming blurred.

"Not good!" The rickety man subconsciously turned off the crystal ball, then immediately activated the protection circle in the room, and signaled Anida to get down immediately. The moment the two immediately got down, there was a burst of anger and moving.' The female's voice swept across this area: "Who dares to use the big prophecy to predict my choice!"

The two lying on their stomachs were silent.

The rickety man’s magic circle of “confusion” and “confusion” worked. The lake fairy “female” scanned and found no object, and she couldn’t spend a long time scanning like this, so this “female” God left after detecting no results.

Ten minutes later, the two people with gray heads and faces finally stood up again. Anida was embarrassed. Her silk dress was stained with a lot of dust, her stockings were also hooked, and the painted makeup was "spattered": " Okay, at least you can know that Ryan is protected by the lake bitch."

"Ah~" The rickety man also got up, and he shook his head: "I can't complete the big prophecy, President Anida [Pinterest www.xbqg5200.me], take your money, please go back."

"No, you can't use prophecy, you can use power word art! Hubitchi's priesthood can only protect his future, not his past. If you want money, I can give it to you again!" Anida took out five more gods Gold coins, the'female' figure Ruo frantically used sharp nails to grasp the prophet's neck.

"..." The rickety man's body trembled frantically. He knew that he had fallen too deep, but as a prophet of the ‘rape’ sect, he knew that if he dared to refuse, Anida would directly kill him.

The lunatics of the sect of'Se' evil do everything, because the doctrine of'Sex' evil is to encourage all atrocities and try all sins. The believers of the'chaotic' gods not only kill each other, but also belong to the same sect. Cannibalism all day long.

In the end, the rickety man stretched out his hand tremblingly and took the money.

Power word is the opposite of prophecy. Prophecy is an attempt to detect a person's future, while power word is a retrospective of a person's past.

Under Anida's gaze, the prophet once again stretched out his hand toward the crystal ball.

Power Word cannot be released to the sanctuary or the sanctuary to the strong and the archbishops of the church. Most dukes or the nobles of the duke will also let their court mages cast spells to protect their past, but Ryan is not counted as everyone. , Power Word is barely useful to him.

The crystal ball appeared on Ryan's face again, and then his face gradually became younger and younger, and the things experienced by the White Wolf Knight gradually appeared in front of the two.

"Yes, it's this, it's this!" Anida nodded repeatedly.

But back to when Ryan was three years old, another golden ‘mist’ of ‘fog’ obscured Ryan’s past, stubbornly covering the crystal ball.

"Yes! It's here! Quick! I want to see what he is coming from!" Anida's slender fingernails grabbed the prophet's collar: "Quick!"

The prophet had to stretch out his hand and continue to painfully input his life force into the crystal ball, which made him grow old at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The scene of the crystal ball began to change.

To the surprise of the two people, the scene of the crystal ball no longer focused on the child's Len body, but directly moved away from the world, traveling through the endless cosmic void and the terrifying giant subspace storm.

Ryan, from outside this world? !

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh , The prophet's hands completely turned into crystals, and the crystals continued to spread towards his shoulders, and gradually spread to his whole body.

Passing through the endless subspace storm, the last thing the crystal ball appeared was a planet surrounded by sacred golden light, and then everything came to an abrupt end. The crystal ball burst into dust at some nonexistent glance.

"No!!!" The eyes of the prophet spouted hot flames, and his body suddenly ignited on its own. The red flame burned all of the prophet in the blink of an eye.

Power Word is still demanding the energy of the prophet.

His full vitality and soul? not enough!

The vitality and soul of the entire ‘rape’ sect in the village? not enough! !

All the ‘chaos’ energy in the ‘chaos’ chaos altar in the village’s underground? Still not enough! ! !

Power Words continue to claim along the faith channel of ‘rape’ believers and the **** of darkness.

In the subspace, the chaos realm, a scream came from inside the fan palace of the evil, the lord of all changes, the **** of destiny, and the evil one of the four evil gods of the chaos wailed continuously, it I found that my'chaotic' energy was consumed nearly a quarter of the power of a certain believer's power by the mantra object's counterattack.

The **** of darkness under his anger turned countless believers into ‘chaotic eggs’ in one breath, but that’s something to say.

In Anida’s stunned eyes, half of the prophet’s body turned into ashes and half turned into crystals. Not only that, everyone in the entire village was burned blind and turned into idiots. The buildings of the village collapsed in flames and earthquakes. , Anida only escaped for a few minutes, the village turned to ashes, and then collapsed and turned into ruins due to the destruction of the underground altar.

The president of the Aesthetic Society was stunned. She really couldn't think of why the power word technique, which has always been effective, didn't work in Ryan's body, and turned out to be like this?

Aneda can only draw one conclusion, that is, Ryan has a deep connection with the lake fairy ‘female’ who also comes from outside the world. The lake fairy ‘female’ does not hesitate to spend a huge price to protect his past.

Finally, looking at the ashes of the village, the president of the Aesthetic Society suddenly felt very happy and full of artistic sense during the process. She stuck her tongue out and said contemptuously: "Deserve it."

After finishing speaking, she motioned to the same stupid ‘chicken’ carriage driver: "Let’s go, let’s go back."

After traversing the endless eternal subspace giant storm and the endless emptiness of the universe, the physical material universe, the human mother planet, the sacred Terra.

The great existence of the Supreme Being was busy digesting the pure cosmic energy left by the ancient sage, but a flash of little prying made his consciousness awakened.

"Ryan?"

"My dear son, Ryan is in danger! Someone tried to spy on his past through sorcery."

"...Ryan is the most precious and deadly part of my plan to reverse the corruption. He must not have an accident."

"...He needs the help of the Forbidden Army's Wanfu Group!"

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Marienburg, 53 Amber Avenue, the first floor meeting room.

Veronica walked up and down with a headache, her high-heeled voice continued to sound: "Vice President Jacob died in battle, but we were wandering around, spending a lot of time, and it turned out that such a big thing happened. How do I'explain' to Senator Sofia and Margarita's mentor."

"At least we are not without gain." Ryan was sitting in his chair.

The investigation of the two people is not without gains. From the shopkeepers and clerk of the tailor shop, we learned that Aesthetic Club always holds art salons on a regular basis. It is a closed, internal art salon that only accepts members and major artists to participate.

"It's still useful to investigate Aestheticism? Belt's trail is underground!" Veronica said irritably.

"You are wrong, Veronica! If I were Belt, I would never be hiding in the ground at this time." Ryan said softly, and the death of Master Demon Hunter made him feel very sad: "Don't forget, three thousand The human underground expedition has already set off. If Belt's mind is normal, he hides in the ground in search of death."

Veronica nodded. The followers of the Blood God were never good at hiding and running away.

"On the ground, with the entire city on guard, only one organization is capable of providing shelter for him. That is the Aesthetic Society!" Ryan put the cup heavily on the table: "So everything is back to the Aesthetic Society."

"...Mr. Lane, Miss Veronica, I'll change it." At this moment, Emilia appeared.

The'girl' child changed into a standard'maid' dress, a white'color' apron decorated with ruffles, a white-collar plain'color' one-piece dress and black'color' short leather boots.

The normal "maid's" servant clothes are not what some people imagined, with only a little bit of fabric. Aside from the bow tie, Emilia has no special decorations, and the whole body is wrapped tightly like a repair. Like a'female', she wears a white headscarf and tied long golden hair.

"Mr. Lane, can we start?" Emilia, who had changed into a ‘maid’ servant outfit, also ‘showed’ her original face.

Emilia was originally beautiful. The appearance of the "girl" child was not like that of Garland's "women" and "women" warlocks. The character of "yan" was prominent. The temperament of the "girl" child was more like that of the mountain. Qingquan, a pair of clear and water-like blue eyes and a beautiful face with melon seeds, and the skin of milky and white, quiet and weak. Beauty and strength form a perfect combination in the body of the ‘girl’.

The first glance at her will not make people feel amazing, but it feels very comfortable, sweet and clear.

"Let's start!" Ryan nodded.

So Emilia took out a lot of tools and various paints, and she began to disguise Ryan.

"Well~ So handsome Ryan actually wants to disguise as an artist to attend an art salon? My knight, are you sure you know art?" Veronica stood beside watching Emilia’s makeup with great interest. Dressed up with the little hands of the'girl' child, Ryan's face gradually changed from a standard handsome Aachen look to a masculine southern country look.

"Yes, I play an artist from the southern country, the kingdom of Liguria." Ryan just grunted his nose in order not to affect Emilia's movements: "Although I don't know art, I know those very well. The darkd art of the hedonistic sect, presumably I will easily'mix' into that kind of art salon."

Both Veronica and Emilia heard the man’s over-the-picture voice. The little'maid' servant's face was red, and her hand movements didn't stop. Only Veronica said sarcastically, "Oh, this is my point. I still believe you, after all..."

At this point, the ‘witch’’s face turned red, she twisted her head and stopped talking, only Catherine looked at her mentor nicely, she was a little bit understanding.

"Speaking of, Emilia, did you see my surname from my scabbard?" Ryan turned to Emilia's body.

"Yeah~ Mr. Lane always put the complex... that sword on his back, and your full name is written on the scabbard." Emilia whispered, "There is also the story of the establishment of that special knight order. In the scabbard, since Mr. Lane did this, he probably didn't intend to conceal it, so I read it secretly during the trip. That... Mr. Lane wouldn't be offended, right?"

"I always thought that no one in Nord's field would understand Gothic." Ryan murmured casually: "It doesn't matter, you live here. It is safe here. No one will harm you. Also, just call me Ryan. All right."

"Thank you! Ryan first... Ryan." Emilia was very happy, obviously this was what she wanted.

Dressed up with the little hands of the ‘girl’ child, Ryan’s disguise is complete.

"How long can it last?" Ryan looked at himself in the mirror, and he was very satisfied, because this appearance was very similar to the unforgettable figure he remembered.

"Within a day, as long as it is not burned by flames or splashed with corroded acid on your face, there will be no problems." Emilia said softly.

"Very good!" Ryan took out the black ‘colored’ tuxedo and put it on, and then ‘showed’ a rose ‘flower’ on his ‘chest’ very ‘showy’: "It’s done, ready to go."

Ryan wanted to get close to Veronica, but the witch refused with disgust: "Don't approach me with this face."

"Well, I'm leaving."

At eight o'clock in the evening, in the outskirts of Marienburg, the Violet Manor of Weimeihui.

Today’s Violet Manor is full of people. Artists from all over the mainland gather together to participate in the art salon organized by the beautiful Aneda Klausner. There are also a large number of citizens and small nobles and businessmen who have no chance to enter the salon. Watching around the manor's big'gate'.

"Look! That's Dürer, the painter from the southern country!"

"Oh my God! The artist Rubens from the Empire is here too!"

"That is the famous sculptor Angel!"

Regardless of who came, Anida Klausner greeted him graciously at the door. She was wearing a green and low-cut evening gown, even on such a cold winter night. Has reduced her beauty: "Welcome to masters."

"Wow! I didn't expect the great architect Foster to come too!" Someone exclaimed: "Wait! Master Foster seems to be bringing a young man?!"

"He looks like a Southerner!"

"who is he?"

Getting down from the carriage, the old master Foster, who was old, gray-haired, and a little erratic in walking, got off the carriage with the help of Ryan. The old gentleman whispered in the ear of the young man: "If it wasn't for Schultz's Please, I really don't want to participate in this boring salon with knights like you who fight all day long."

"Excuse me, Master Foster!" Ryan whispered in a very respectful manner.

"Follow me, remember, a qualified artist must not be alone or be thrown away from the topic." Foster has a lot of wrinkles on his face. This old gentleman is 70 years old and he is the most outstanding artist in the past 50 years. The master of architectural art has presided over the repairs of the human imperial palace many times, and is one of the few authorities in the architectural field.

"Oh! God! It's Master Foster! Very welcome!" Anida's eyes beamed: "Welcome to you, your presence makes this manor shine."

"You're welcome." Foster deserved the compliment, and the old gentleman just nodded and said hello.

"By the way, this is?" Aneda looked at the young man next to Foster nicely. This young man had short black hair, and it was less common that his eyes were also black. 'Yes, the young man's body is very strong.

"Introduce yourself." Foster motioned.

So the young man greeted politely.

"Hello, President Anida, my name is Fan, Van Duckholm, I am an artist, a performance artist, and I am hired by people to satisfy their fantasies."

"Their darkness and deep fantasy."