I have a role in the heavens

Seeing their children's strong opposition, the two old fathers did not want to interfere too much. They just thought that the time was not right and gave up their plan to get engaged now. They were ready to give the young people some more time as a buffer to let them strengthen their relationship.

At Lata Summer Palace, Natasha was already alive and kicking, with no injuries visible on her body. As a fifth-level knight, her body's vitality was extremely strong. It was not impossible to regenerate a severed limb, even after her internal organs were dug out. , can still grow, and can even grow infinitely as long as there is energy replenishment.

Natasha was wearing a white knight uniform and was smart and capable. At this time, she had completely recovered from the shock. Behind her was still Ms. Camille. She had met Yaluo Lanhai who had returned from another dimension. Although Sevi was seriously injured, fortunately her life was not in danger. She was a more powerful Sky Knight than Natasha, and her vitality was even stronger than Natasha's. She quickly fully recovered.

Natasha has a slender figure, a straight back, and slender and powerful legs. She is half a head taller than the average woman. Her long purple hair is floating behind her, slightly fluttering in the breeze, and her dreamy, deep eyes are glowing with violet. Mysterious, tall and straight nose, extremely delicate, pink lips, white teeth, bright and bright smile, holding a thundering sword in his hand, little silver electric lights shining, beeping in bursts, beautiful eyebrows raised, With a bit of pride and joy, her slender legs kicked the ground hard, causing the soil to fly. Natasha charged forward crazily like an arrow from the string, with momentum like a rainbow, moving forward indomitably, and slashed hard at everyone. Ivan Vincent stood motionless in the distance.

Ivan Vincent gently raised the Contract Sword in his hand. The extremely powerful force withstood Natasha's charge. His body remained motionless. With a slight turn of his wrist, the Contract Sword passed through a graceful circle. The arc pierced toward Natasha's shoulder, the speed was extremely fast, like a bolt of lightning flashing across. The sharp edge made Natasha's hair stand on end, and her skin aroused a layer of dense pimples.

Natasha took a deep breath, and the blood power in her body vibrated wildly. It was extremely active, and even made Natasha feel like her blood was boiling. A layer of red appeared on her fair and smooth skin, as if the whole blood had expanded under the skin. , the body temperature rose rapidly, Natasha opened her lips slightly, shouted loudly, leaned forward, twisted her waist, and used the force of her feet to jump past Ivan Vincent and go around Ivan Vincent's back , the long sword in his hand slashed hard at the back of Ivan Vincent's neck, causing a strong gust of wind to blow Ivan Vincent's messy blond hair.

Ivan Vincent's expression remained unchanged, as if there was an eye on his back. He flipped his arm back, and the Contract Sword instantly appeared in front of Natasha's sword, accurately blocking the attack. With an understatement, Extremely casual, Natasha's all-out attack was like a child's trick in front of Ivan Vincent. It was childish and simple and could be easily dealt with without using much strength at all.

Natasha knew that Ivan Vincent was extremely powerful and was a legendary level epic knight. She was definitely not something she could compete with, so she was not surprised that her attack had no effect. She was still very high-spirited and had an amazing fighting spirit. , twisted her body again and stepped with her right foot. A deep pit suddenly appeared on the lawn. Natasha changed her direction again and rushed towards Ivan Vincent. She used her full strength to attack Ivan Vincent crazily. , streaks of cold light spread around Ivan Vincent's body, sharp enough to make a fifth-level knight scramble and overwhelmed.

Ivan Vincent waved the long sword in his hand casually. He could always block and intercept Natasha's sword every time. It was airtight, unbreakable, and as solid as a castle fortress. It was not at all like a fortress. It can be broken through by manpower.

Crystal clear beads of sweat appeared on Natasha's forehead, and they continued to fall down. The temperature of her body became higher and higher, and her whole body even glowed with a faint silvery light. The blood power in her body began to vibrate, and powerful forces formed one after another. Pouring out from the deepest part of her body, Natasha's eyes became brighter and brighter. Her powerful will and soul constantly resonated with the power of her blood, vibrating endlessly. Her long hair flew, and the long sword in her hand was swung out again. The light of the thousand swords dissipated, and a terrifying crack of nothingness appeared in the space, exuding the power to cut off everything. This is the sword of blood power and truth. It is the top bloodline of the knight and is extremely powerful.

Ivan Vincent's expression moved slightly. For the first time since the fight, he showed a surprised expression. He looked at Natasha who was a little excited. A brown flash flashed around him, and the power of the earth surged, creating a golden shield. Standing in front of him, this is the blood power of the Vincent family, the shield of protection, a power comparable to that of the Violet family, unbreakable and indestructible.

"boom!"

The golden guardian shield trembled for a while, and the light vibrated like water waves, blocking the crack of nothingness without causing any damage to Ivan Vincent.

Ivan Vincent put down the long sword in his hand, stopped fighting, a look of admiration appeared on his face, and he praised.

"Natasha did a good job. After what happened last time, your knight's will has been tempered, and more blood power has been activated and smoothed out. Congratulations on becoming a heavenly knight!"

Natasha raised her eyebrows, winked, raised her little head extremely proudly, and said proudly.

"I, Natasha, am a genius knight. Isn't it easy to advance to the sixth level of Heavenly Knight?!"

When Natasha was praised by Ivan Vincent at all, when he said she was fat, she gasped and wanted to throw her head back to the back of her neck, feeling extremely proud.

Ivan Vincent would not spoil her, so he reached out and slapped Natasha on the head with a little force. The pain caused Natasha to hold her head in her hands and scream in pain.

Natasha rubbed her little head, stared at Ivan Vincent with big eyes, dissatisfied, and said angrily.

"Ivan Vincent, you are jealous of my Natasha's genius!"

"I'm jealous, just kidding, who doesn't know that I, Ivan Vincent, is an epic knight, the number one genius knight in the mainland!"

Ivan Vincent was extremely arrogant. He squinted his eyes and looked at Natasha with disdain. The look in his eyes showed that you are too good at it. You are incomparably arrogant than me. This made Natasha even more angry. But there is nothing to do, because this is a fact. Ivan Vincent's genius has spread throughout the continent. He is already an epic knight at a young age and is a top powerhouse who can influence the situation on the continent.

Camille stood not far away, watching the two people fighting with a faint smile on his face, full of relief. He was also amazed at Ivan Vincent's talent. However, he had just become an adult. The legendary epic knight is simply a monster.

The aristocratic area of ​​Alto City is heavily guarded and it is basically impossible for civilians to enter. It is an old-fashioned three-story villa that looks desolate and gloomy, covered with ivy, and looks like a haunted house. Outside the iron gate of the villa wall, there is a soldier guarding. He is wearing only ordinary leather armor. He is not wearing silver-gray chainmail like the soldiers guarding the gates of other noble villas in this area. This proves that this villa is in another aspect. The downfall of the master.

Luke stood strandedly outside the gate of Baron Laurent's villa, yawning from time to time, silently complaining about Baron Laurent's stinginess and stinginess.

"Having dances every few days is really a show of support for the nobility. Huh! We soldiers who are loyal to the Laurent family are only given ten silver coins a month. When my father and grandfather were under the old baron, they were... Twenty denarii."

While Luke was complaining and fighting against sleep, he suddenly heard the hoot of an owl. He was a little chilled and timid by the owl, and couldn't help but turn his head and look over, cursing.

"Go and catch your mouse. Don't be so slow. You look like my sixty-year-old grandma."

In the thick darkness of the night, Luke could not see anything, but when he turned around, he found a mysterious man standing more than ten steps away, shrouded in black robes and looking eerie. Great fear struck Luke's heart, and he was about to scream when he saw the mysterious man in black robes, slightly raising his head and looking into his eyes.

In the shadow of the hood, the nose, mouth, and cheeks of this mysterious and terrifying man in black robes were all blurred. Only his eyes were clearly visible, as if they were right in front of him. In the deep and dark pupils, countless bright points of light emerged, so complex and dreamlike, like the stars in the night sky.

"Stars?"

Luke looked at these eyes, his face showed confusion at first, and then quickly relaxed, feeling that the other person was the person he trusted and respected the most.

Luke had been hypnotized by the Starry Eyes. The mysterious man in black robe walked up to him and spoke calmly in a clear voice.

"I'm here to attend the Baron's Ball. Open the door and let me in. Be gentle so as not to wake others."

"Follow your will, that's what I should do."

Luke bowed respectfully, then turned around and slowly opened the door a crack.

The mysterious man in black robe strolled into the door and walked towards the dark villa. After he entered, Luke did not close the door, but turned around and stood guard with his head held high, with unprecedented seriousness and enthusiasm. It seemed that there was a fire burning in his heart and he wanted to do more for that gentleman. matter.

The wooden door of the villa was firmly locked, and the windows were covered with thick curtains to prevent any light from leaking out. The hall was filled with a strong sense of confusion, with men's breathing, women's moans, aromas, and body odors mixed together. , emitting a strange breath that makes people's blood boil, spreading in every corner of the air.

On the sofa, on the carpet, on the coffee table, there were pairs of men and women entangled together, their clothes were disheveled, everywhere, and various sounds were mixed together, making people restless, blushing, and extremely confused.

In this addictive and depraved environment, there are people who are completely different from them, turning a blind eye to these confusing scenes and fanatical atmosphere.

In the middle of the hall, on a simply decorated altar, stood a middle-aged man. He was wearing a silver robe, with his hands raised high and his eyes closed. His expression was eager and crazy. He seemed to be listening to the rapid murmurs and seemed to Listening to the teachings from illusion.

The confused aura of desire slowly floated to the altar, and centered on the silver-white horn pattern where the middle-aged man's feet stood, there were shining silver lines, concentrating these confused auras of desire on the altar. Behind the middle-aged man, the color became thicker and thicker, and the colorless gas condensed into pink and black gas. This gas rolled and twisted, and slowly transformed into a tall phantom with two horns.

"Are you ready? I give you my power."

The phantom suddenly spoke, and his voice was extremely cold, full of majesty and temptation, making people unable to help but worship him.

The middle-aged man knelt down on the ground, his expression extremely respectful and a bit crazy. He looked up at the phantom with hot eyes and praised eagerly.

"Great Lord of Silver, Eternal Silence, I have dedicated my soul to you, let the angels you send blend into my blood and inspire my power!"

The tall shadow, which was transparent and whose appearance could not be seen clearly, slowly moved forward and pressed against the middle-aged man's back, blending in little by little. There was a painful expression on the middle-aged man's face. It was obvious that integrating the power of projection was not a pleasant thing, but the pain was quickly suppressed by the fanaticism, but there seemed to be a crystal light shining in the corner of his eyes.

This middle-aged man is Baron Laurent. For three consecutive generations, no one in his family has inspired the power of blood and cannot hold important positions in the principality. The decline has reached the extreme. Nobility, regardless of title or territory, is hereditary, unless it violates the sacred law. Only by following the first ten rules will one be deprived of their title and territory by their own lord. However, if no one inspires the power of the bloodline for several consecutive generations, it means that the family has begun to decline, and the territory will be swallowed up by various means, overtly or covertly. In the end, there was only one title left, and he became a bankrupt noble. And for such a noble, in a few more generations, even if it is not deprived, the glory will be forgotten, and in the end, there will be no difference from the common people.

Baron Laurent couldn't tolerate such a thing happening, so he secretly believed in the Lord of Silver, the Devil Duke of Hell. He wanted to gain power through the devil, inspire his own bloodline power, become a noble knight, revitalize the family, and rebuild the world. Family glory.

In the hall of the villa, Lawrence, wearing a silver robe, stood in the center of the altar, his face distorted by pain filled with enthusiasm and excitement. He could clearly feel that as the shadows behind him merged, his blood was boiling, roaring with joy, and his body was slowly being transformed.

"Is this the prelude to stimulating the power of blood?"

"Is the awakening of bloodline power about to begin?"

"Will my forty years of pursuit and hope succeed tonight?!"

In Lawrence's ears, the intermittent and thought-provoking noises around him seemed like the applause and cheers of congratulations from everyone at the knight's ceremony. A look of ecstasy appeared on his face, and his body was trembling slightly. This was not due to the integration of power. Pain, but joy and joy, the excitement that a dream that has been cherished for forty years is about to come true.

"I finally caught your tail, Tiftidis. I worked so hard to find you. I'm going to send you, the devil from hell, to heaven!"

A clear young man's voice rang out, and the mysterious man in black robes revealed his true face. It was Ivan Vincent of the Epic Knight. He had an indifferent look on his face, and the bright starry sky flashed in his blue eyes, and the murderous intention in his heart With the skyrocketing continuously, Ivan Vincent stared closely at the tall shadow behind Baron Laurent. The corners of his mouth were slightly raised, showing a bit of chill. The magic power surged all over his body. With a finger, the space was torn apart. Opened, revealing a plane similar to Heaven Mountain.

There were small volcanoes with red lava flowing out, black smoke and a strong smell of sulfur coming into the nostrils, and the temperature seemed to have risen by hundreds of degrees. There are eight levels of terrifying scenes under the volcano, including cold plains of eternal silence, muddy and filthy stinking swamps, endless rocky slopes, huge and majestic bronze castles, and a burning world composed of flames. Without the huge crack at the bottom, this is the Nine Hells.

Ivan Vincent stepped into the space rift and broke into the eighth level of hell. He stood in the void and looked down at the majestic, ferocious and evil castle in the distance. An extremely evil, extremely cunning, and extremely powerful aura appeared in the void. A black shadow tens of meters high formed above his castle. This shadow had two curved horns and a pair of bright red eyes that always contained a mocking smile on its face that could not be seen clearly. This was the lord of the eighth level of hell. , Duke of Frost, Tiftidis, he also has a title, Lord of Silver, and is the culprit of the tragedy in the town of Bonn.

During this period of time, Ivan Vincent noticed that the Silver Horn was beginning to move again. He had long been waiting for Tiftidis to appear. Tonight, he finally captured the aura of the Frost Duke. Ivan Vincent directly Locking it, tearing apart the plane space, and descending to the eighth level of hell, he wanted Tiftididis to pay a heavy price for the death of the residents of the town of Bonn, and he wanted to personally send the devil Duke to heaven.

This is not because Ivan Vincent is kind, but this Duke of Frost is living in hell. For the devil, the most miserable thing is for the soul to enter the heaven of the Lord of Truth after death. Of course, such ridiculous things are not allowed. It might happen that Ivan Vincent meant to send him to the West and end the life of this hell lord.

"Legendary Magician, which Grand Arcanist of the Continental Magic Council are you?"

"Why did you break into my territory? Aren't you worried that this would start a war between the Magic Council and Hell?"

Tiftidis felt the opponent's terrifyingly powerful spirit and soul, and his expression was solemn. He did not want to fight with such a tyrannical magician. If he was not careful, he would be severely injured and his origin would be damaged. He had just fought with Thrall. Germany and Rhine had a great battle. If he hadn't been cunning enough to awaken the God of the Dead and fight the Lord of the Silver Moon, he would have been seriously injured by the two of them.

"Tiftidis, you can call me the Controller of Matter, and you don't need to threaten me. After today, there will be no more Frost Duke, Lord of Silver!"

Ivan Vincent's mental power vibrated crazily, tyrannically and horrifyingly, shrouding the entire eighth level of hell, sealing it tightly and not giving Tiftididis a chance to escape. The legendary magic substance was synthesized and activated. At this time, Ivan Vinson was like a creator, controlling the changes in the tiniest structure of matter. The atomic structure was constantly changing, and the energy was changing and jumping. He actually synthesized uranium, plutonium, deuterium, and tritium out of thin air. This was fission. The main casting material of fusion.