Doom Knight System

The three generals of the Inner City Army represent the strongest force in the main world, and they are all legendary beyond the Silver Knights. Breaking through the shackles of genes with a human body is not an easy task in the first place.

Only this kind of person dares to gallop freely in the alien space.

However, the knights who use the biological warehouse to become legends with the help of alien bodies cannot return to the main world with their bodies in the alien space.Just like playing online games, no matter how good you are in the game, you can never have two of you in the same world.

Lancelow blew the sea breeze, and not long after, he was brought to the hall below by a waiter in a black tuxedo and white gloves.

Mrs. Miranda didn't seem to have forgotten his existence, so she specially photographed someone to inform him.

Lancelot descended from the Titan's transparent viewing elevator to the first floor, stepped on the expensive red carpet, and walked down the stairs step by step. The decoration here is in a Gothic retro style, which contains luxury in a low-key manner.

The hall here has already started to prepare a dinner for the distinguished guests. Men and women are dancing on the dance floor amidst the feasting.None of them noticed the young man who broke in suddenly, looking for his own happiness on his own.

Lancelow just scanned around, and found that Laura was sitting at a long "U"-shaped table, enjoying dinner slowly, and the people sitting on the table were either rich or expensive, chatting happily with each other.

Not surprisingly, the glamorous and attractive Laura sat next to a few pretentious men, one by one, like peacocks spreading their tails, constantly showing off their knowledge and family, wanting to impress Milan. Mrs. Da left a deep impression.

Lancelow didn't care whether the occasion was suitable or not, he sat directly beside Mrs. Miranda, and said slowly, "Madam, why don't you buy me a drink?"

"Sir, you are not welcome at our party, I hope you can leave." A blond young man said arrogantly, his conversation was still polite, and it was because Lancelot's clothes were expensive, so he didn't drive people away directly Let's go, after all, it's not easy for people to get on the Titan.

For some reason, Mrs. Miranda's indifferent face turned aside suddenly, then she raised her head and said with a smile, "Dear Master Lancelot, didn't you hear what my companions said? Everyone doesn't seem to welcome you."

Honey?Master Lancelot?
Boom!The name exploded in everyone's ears, the arrogant young man suddenly changed his face, stood up in panic, and said after saluting: "I'm sorry, I didn't know it was you who came, please forgive my rudeness, I will immediately leave."

Not only him, but several other people will turn around and leave with mournful faces. They no longer have any hope for Laura, the "prey", and they just pray that Mrs. Miranda will not mind his rudeness.

These people don't care about the status of Master Lancelot, but they can't ignore the three words "dear".

No one in the world could ever make Mrs. Miranda joke like that, so Lancelot must have had some kind of intimate connection with Mrs. Miranda.

"Hehe! Mrs. Miranda, you're here so early." A cold voice suddenly sounded, and the atmosphere in the hall suddenly became a little dignified.

Borgia-Houston strode in. He didn't wear the red bishop's uniform, but only a black aristocratic robe, followed by two silver knight-level bodyguards, and the guests gave way to a passage.

When Lancelot saw that Houston was about to take Mrs. Miranda's chair, he sighed inwardly. He couldn't help thinking about it under such circumstances, so he stood up decisively and stood in front of Houston.

This surprised the guests, no matter what Lancelot's status was, at least this kind of courage was admirable.

Houston looked Lancelot up and down, held a cigar in his right hand, pointed at Lancelot's nose dismissively, and said, "Boy, no matter who you are, obediently disappear now, and get out now."

"Oh? Haha... So the Borgia family is so arrogant. As the inventor of the Temple of Technology, I will definitely report this matter. Let all inventors meet you in the future and get out of here." Lan Si Luo said with a smile, and then hung his gold medal on his chest.

The conflict between the two attracted everyone's attention, and naturally the content of the conversation did not fall behind, which caused a low-pitched noise.

A red light as sticky as blood flashed across Houston's eyes. Lancelow saw it clearly, his back slightly bent, and he was ready to fight back.

"Hehe...it turns out to be the youngest recipient of the Gold Medal. I'm sorry, but I didn't recognize it." The corners of Houston's mouth curled up slightly, and anyone familiar with him would understand that he was really intent on killing.

He took the initiative to extend his hand, and under the watchful eyes of everyone, Lancelow could not refuse to shake hands.

"I've always wanted to meet a young talent like you, but I didn't expect to meet you here." Houston chuckled.

The voice was gloomy and cold, which gave Lancelow a very uncomfortable feeling, as if cold wind was blowing out from the cracks in the bones, and Houston's hand also reminded Lancelow of the body of a poisonous snake, which was also cold and slippery.

Lancelow instinctively felt that something was wrong, Houston suddenly squeezed it hard, and a chill flowed down his hand into Lancelow's arm in an instant, which was a spiritual curse with a breath of death.

It's hard to imagine that in a Holy See that advocates light, the Cardinal Archbishop is proficient in dark curses.

"Ding dong! System prompt: You are cursed by evil forces, and your vitality continues to decline."

The curse was extremely vicious, and it exploded the moment it entered Lancelot's body. Lancelot felt that he was incapable of control, and his whole body seemed to be frozen.

At this moment, the bull's head necklace around his neck suddenly gushed out a stream of heat, and a black mist gushed out from his right hand at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Ding dong! The soul-locking stone removes the curse, and your resistance to spiritual curses increases."

"Hehe... It seems that Mrs. Miranda really loves you, and gave you such a precious treasure." Houston let go of his hand and sneered.When he saw the familiar necklace on Lancelot's neckline, he understood why his curse had failed.

Originally, he only planned to make Lancelot make a fool of himself, but unexpectedly, he stumbled.

Mrs. Miranda stood up and said with a smile: "Children are not sensible, Archbishop of Houston, you don't mind?"

"Of course not, Mrs. Miranda, we haven't played cards for a long time, do you want to play?" Houston said slowly and maliciously.