Arad's crooked savior

The Warcraft Leviathan and the Magic Lancer are both "mutated" lives that were influenced by Sirocco.

If all the power generated by Leviathan after his death could be taken away, it would naturally be of great benefit to Sirocco, who would be resurrected at some point in time.

"If it's what I expected~"

Ye Lin turned his head and glanced at the dilapidated mountain forest, which was the direction in which the participants were leaving. "Among those people, there should be some of your accomplices, right?"

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"Yes, I have a companion, but your power is too terrifying. We feel there is no chance of winning, and he seems to have given up."

Razia nodded and admitted calmly, and put away the ring that didn't store much energy at all.

The scarlet God-killing Sword was strangling her painfully, and the devil's consciousness hidden in the sword seemed to be extremely hungry, wanting to devour her flesh, flesh, and soul.

Although it was invisible to the naked eye, there was indeed an invisible snake licking her cheek under the mask. It was Puno who was about to move.

The current situation has developed to this point, and the plan initiated by the prophet Ethra to collect Leviathan's energy has completely ended in failure.

Next, as time slowly passes, the mysterious apostle's divinity will gradually disperse in the air, floating in all directions, making it difficult to capture again.

"Forget it, let's go." Ye Lin expressed his lack of interest and shook his head to let Razia leave on her own. She still had the value of living.

Because Lord Beren has been confused and lost in another dimension, Razia is also looking for the coordinates of Lord Beren, but so far, no significant results have been achieved.

Cyrus hesitated for a moment, but still released the shackles of the God-killing Sword. As long as it was not the assassin who plotted against Her Royal Highness, she didn't bother to pay too much attention to the energy and apostles.

"Thank you, and say hello to Naiyali for me and ask her to come and play more." Razia bowed, but from the beginning to the end, she did not take off her weird and penetrating mask.

The reason for mentioning Naiyali is purely because that girl is usually "idle" and wanders around looking for fun. There are not many people in Arad that she can be afraid of.

She was once attracted by a kind of "deviation" and went to several violent hunting parties.

Because there was a petite and cute extra-dimensional creature in the search team, Nile Lott, who had "deviant" power in his body, Naiyali also went to play with her.

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I was full of enthusiasm when I came, but I was frightened and pale when I went back.

As the participants gradually returned to Vetalun, a rather heated discussion naturally broke out around the topic of the Red Moon Festival.

The misfortune of a strong man in the legendary realm, the unexpected strength of Leviathan, the King of Warcraft, and Ye Lin's power that people cannot understand at all and can only regard as extraordinary.

However, there are still some people who do not believe this and have strong doubts. If Leviathan was killed and his corpse was found on the spot, it would be understandable. If it exploded out of thin air into petals all over the sky, would that be a magic trick?

Some people wanted to question the person involved, but the young nobles who had managed to escape with their lives looked disgusted and embarrassed, so they simply closed the door and turned away guests.

A hundred of them are unwilling to be Ye Lin's background board. In normal times, who wouldn't have a heart as high as the sky!

Even just a day ago, many people had an unfriendly hostility towards Ye Lin because of the Third Princess.

But today's twists and turns were watched by too many people. If they refused to admit it just to save some face, they would end up making a bigger joke.

Moreover, this still owes a life-saving grace. No matter how shameless you are, you can't say it didn't happen.

On this night, the young men who used to be arrogant and domineering and had fun suddenly disappeared in the imperial capital. They were all bored at home, living as they were.

Some wanted to avoid this embarrassing limelight, while others were aroused with a bit of dissatisfied arrogance and announced to practice in seclusion.

In addition to these young masters, the noble men with current titles have also fallen into long-term sorrow and contemplation.

At this moment, what is the only emperor thinking?

Will Ye Lin's strength beyond legend produce some subtle changes in the political form of the empire?

If he is a follower of the eldest prince Fann or the eldest princess Celia, then it is immediately certain who the next monarch of the empire will be.

But the person he belongs to in terms of position is the third princess who has no political mind and just loves to play.

Having such a powerful son-in-law should have been a great joy that made people laugh out of their dreams, but that day in the morning, they also saw with their own eyes that the father-in-law and son-in-law seemed to have a subtle relationship with each other.

A smart person like ice and snow has long been clear in his heart, but he never dared to say it.

That is, the strongest adventurer advocates peace, but the emperor of the empire has always regarded restoring the glory of Perus as his own mission.

There is no direct conflict of interest between the two, but there is a hidden ideological conflict.

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Ye Lin didn't care what Leon thought, and he didn't need to think too much. It was foreseeable that according to the tyrant's character, not only would he not feel fear, but he would do everything possible to pursue stronger and more terrifying power. .

"Easy...be gentle. You're going to trample me to death. Are you going to murder your husband and then become a widow?"

Ye Lin's mouth twitched slightly in pain. He lay on the very soft bed with a pillow under his head, "enjoying" Cyrus stepping on his back.

"Did I say I wanted to marry you? Idiot!" Cyrus rolled her eyes. Weddings, families, and children were never things she would consider.

At first, Cyrus refused to step on this guy's back, but when he thought of being able to step on his feet and rub him hard, he felt an inexplicable pleasure in his heart.

Because his face was buried sideways in the pillow, Ye Lin spoke in a loud voice, and said vaguely: "It feels like I am carrying a hundred thousand mountains on my back, and my ribs are about to be broken."

His shoulders and joints, which were already a bit sore, not only did not relax after being kicked in a vengeful manner by her, but they became even more uncomfortable.

The structure of Cyrus's boudoir is also very characteristic of her military family background. It is neat and clean, with few clutter, and the quilts are folded into tofu blocks.

He turned around with difficulty, and before he could speak, a foot stepped on his face accurately, and he crushed him back and forth several times, making his nose sore.

"Shut up!"

Cyrus wears a half-skirted blue pajamas, with a waist that is not too tight, and a decent silk gauze belt, which makes her more righteous and proud, like a pair of large bowls turned upside down. It is a beauty that the three princesses do not have. .

After enjoying it for a while, I moved my feet from his face to his chest and asked casually: "Is there any way I can reach the Taibei you mentioned?"

"There must be, but before that, you have to return to your true origins."

The hem of the blue skirt could only cover half of her thighs. Her round and plump legs were looming with an eye-catching blue hairband.

He wanted to stand up and get a closer look, but Cyrus immediately stepped on his shoulder and pushed him back. However, thanks to her raising her leg, the hem of her skirt was raised a little, and her hairband and fat were clearly reflected in the eye.

Of course, all this was seen by Cyrus. Her eyes were full of ridicule, and she waved her middle finger in front of his eyes and said disdainfully: "If you become stronger, you'd better become a god, and then I will take advantage of it. Killing God."

"You can't kill God now, but you can let God in the future reward you with the Holy White Grace."

The future god?

Smiling coldly and disdainfully at this, she reached out and took out a large bowl of protective cover filled with warmth and fragrance. The ravine was deep and she waved it back and forth on his face, as if attracting butterflies with the fragrance of flowers.

Ye Lin's eyes widened slightly, showing a desire to replenish his righteous energy. Just as he was about to stand up, she slapped his head and pushed him down.

"Oh, is this the god of the future? He looks like a puppy seduced by a piece of flesh and bone."

Cyrus loosened his fingertips and threw the shield against the side of his face as if as a reward, allowing him to see, smell, and touch Justice, which was more pleasurable than stepping on his face.

"Because I am the God of Justice. If you serve me justice, I can reward you with a generous sum of money."

"Really? You mean this return channel?"

The warm hand was very measured, but also very unfamiliar. She even threatened to break it deliberately.

Ye Lin took a deep breath and widened his eyes. He could no longer let this "hound" do whatever he wanted. As his mind turned, several green vines grabbed Cyrus's wrists and ankles and spread them out. .

Seeing Cyrus, who was unable to move and whose beautiful eyes were filled with evil intent, he nodded proudly and said, "You are not a match for my God of Justice yet, so obediently offer your justice."

"It's just accumulated fat and useless fat. That's all you can do."

Faced with Cyrus's undisguised ridicule, he suddenly hesitated. After a moment of contemplation, he pulled aside the hair tie outside her small purse.

"How can you be so arrogant and complacent? You are proud but don't cherish it. I will punish you on behalf of the Third Princess."

After a reckless move, he was surrounded by heavy pressure and could not make any progress.

Uncharacteristically, he did not go to help justice, but just buried his head in digging the well. The sound of his rapid efforts filled the room.

This well belonged to Cyrus. He worked diligently and vigorously. Cyrus, who was ruthless and ruthless, finally couldn't help but cheer for his hard work. The beat gradually rose to a high pitch and the water poured out in response.

After the battle, he finally had some free time and slowly replenished his righteous energy. The proud Cyrus was punished and was already half asleep, so he had no time to pay attention to him.