Invade the white dove

Hessiam?

A word that has never been heard, but the old man is dead, and it is obvious that no useful information can be drawn from his mouth.

Ulis looked at another middle-aged prisoner.

This man didn't make a sound from the beginning to the end, even in the face of his companion's death, he never raised his head.

Such composure is not common among civilians.Yulis subconsciously felt that he should have seen this person, but this person was sour and unkempt, even the most familiar relatives and friends might not be able to recognize who he was.

However, after seeing only half of the man's left ear, Julis finally knew where this sense of familiarity came from.

His theology teacher, who is also the envoy sent by the Holy Court to Odong——Ihe.

The angel is still alive!

After suppressing the initial excitement, Julis immediately dismissed the idea of ​​interrogating the "prisoner" in front of the governor.

It's time to find a reason to drive this idiot out of Odong.

Julis stood in front of the body of the old man who had just died, silent for a long time.

"I want a prisoner." He suddenly raised his head and raised his voice, "Not a corpse!"

"How should a dead person be interrogated, Chief, Governor, Your Excellency, Your Majesty?"

He paused every word, and stared at the governor with dark eyes, with an indelible anger.

Seeing this, the Governor gave a bang and his knees fell to the ground.

Yulis paced up to him: "Or, Your Excellency Governor, are you willing to go to hell yourself to interrogate this prisoner?"

The governor's lips whispered: "My lord, I didn't expect him to..."

Julis seemed to have heard a joke, and sneered, "Of course you never thought that an ordinary person would die after being whipped a dozen times with an iron whip. Why don't I try it on you?"

"My lord...these foolish people, they don't care what you want to say at all, the whip is the most effective way of communication." The governor retorted with a pale face, "If you don't go away, you beat back, this is Odong's slave..."

Ulis groaned in a low voice, as if he was thinking about the rationality of the governor's words. Seeing that his explanation was effective, the governor began to report to Ulis the methods he used to punish the slaves of Odong in the past three months—hanging, waterboarding, and burning , Rape, filth, everything is used to the extreme.The Viceroy tortured the Odonians in the most brutal way, and built a reign based on terror on the ruins of the white dove.

It wasn't until the governor's face was flushed that he finished reporting his "accomplishments", and he looked at Julis tremblingly: "Your Excellency, you see, even if this is the case, they still think about riots. To fight, an iron wrist is a must..."

"It seems." The right hand resting on the hilt was raised high, the rusty sword groaned, and the scarlet sword light reflected on the ground, Julis laughed hoarsely, "It seems that ruling my territory, Need your orders. Governor, my lord?"

The sharp blade of the rusty sword cut blood-red wounds on the piles of fleshy necks, and the exclamation was choked back in his throat. The governor was stunned, his fat body slapped on the ground, like a mass of squashed flesh pill.

"Your Majesty has granted me the power to appoint and remove magistrates. I'll give you three hours and get out of my territory." Julius said slowly, pointing to Sotiria who was leaning against the back of his chair, "Otherwise, I will Your lover will drag you to hell."

"Don't try to tell the truth in front of His Majesty. Whose words will His Majesty believe, Mr. Jones, I think you know better than me."

Regardless of any etiquette, Jones Dodge, who had been deprived of the governorship, ran away.Hassan laughed out loud when he saw the fat figure tripping over the threshold and throwing himself on the mud.

But before those gloomy black eyes stared at him, Hassan stopped smiling immediately.

Under the orders of the lord, he called the guards to carry the dead body out, and the duke then ordered him to tidy up a clean room.

How could he, who was the best at observing words and expressions, notice that something was wrong with the Duke.Hassan hurriedly knelt at the Duke's feet, begging for forgiveness from his master: "My lord, I shouldn't have made a sound..."

"Go and clean up a room you like. In Odong, I don't need your service except for washing." Ulis said.

Hassan looked up.

"I'm not mad at you," Ulis added. "I need some private time with Sabol."

Hassan looked at the middle-aged prisoner.

Private time with His Excellency Sabol... with the prisoners?Although he has doubts in his heart, the servant boy is not qualified to spy on the master's life.Only then did Hassan put away his anxiety and left the hall.

Finally, the irrelevant personnel were dismissed.

Julius took a deep breath, and when only he, Sotiria, and the envoy Yihe were left in the hall, he rushed over in two steps and knelt down on the envoy's lap.

His shoulders shrugged restrainedly.

"My child, you have suffered." Amidst the rattling of the chains, the envoy Yihe stroked the top of his head.

Julis raised his head: "Envoy, please forgive me..."

The envoy Yihe pinched three fingers together, tapped his forehead lightly, made a gesture of blessing, and kissed his fingertips with his lips. Julius knelt on his knees, straightened his back, closed his eyes, and crossed his hands On his chest, waiting for the blessing from the envoy of God.

However, an unusually cold breath interrupted this brief ceremony.

Before God Envoy Yihe's palm touched Julis again, Sotiria's figure suddenly approached the prisoner who was exuding the stench of the dungeon.He tightly grasped Yihe's wrist with five fingers, and a cold and deep voice sounded in the hall: "Yihe, hello."

Julius opened his eyes.

I saw the twitching of the God's facial muscles and the constricted pupils in astonishment.

"What's going on?" Julius rushed up and grabbed Sotiria's hand.But this wandering soul didn't know why he lost his mind and ignored him at all!

"There are no outsiders now. Yihe, I hope you can explain all the ins and outs of this matter clearly." Sotiria said coldly.

With a crisp sound of "crack", the wrist of God Envoy Yihe was folded back at a strange angle, and a hoarse cry of pain sounded in the hall,

"Sotiria!" Julius shouted, "In the name of the contract, I order you to let him go!"

Sotiria frowned slightly, and reluctantly let go.

"Teacher, are you alright?" Yulis held the back of Angel Yihe's hand and knelt beside him, at a loss as to what to do.

At this moment, he seemed to have turned back into a young child who made a mistake and fled to the temple to seek help from the angel. His mind was in a mess, and he only knew how to look at the teacher for help.

"Don't be afraid." God Envoy Yihe sucked in the air, pinched his red wrist, and slammed it in the opposite direction, and the sound of bone dislocation sounded again.

Beads of sweat rolled from his forehead, and the envoy turned his inflexible five fingers, looked at Yulis with a kind smile, and said, "Look, Ao Shen cured me."

Julius couldn't laugh or cry.

The envoy sighed: "Son, you have grown a lot. When your father and we unanimously decided to send you away from Aodong, we always firmly believed that one day you will return to your homeland."

Julis was taken aback: "...a unanimous decision?"

"You are Odong's hope, my child. This is what the God of God has predicted long ago. Only you, only you are alive, can Odong have the possibility to regain his glory."

Julis suddenly felt cold in his hands and feet. The letter his father left for him only explained why he fainted after drinking the wine, but he never mentioned that sending himself out was a joint effort between his father and the teachers. Decide.

All this was planned in advance?

It's no wonder that when the swordsmanship teacher saw him in the city of Stanley, his eyes were filled with relief rather than anger.

"...Why?" Julis asked, "Teacher, why didn't you tell me?"

The envoy opened the corner of his mouth bitterly, and was about to say something, but was interrupted by another voice.

"Spare your lies, envoy." Sotiria read the title mockingly, and interrupted unceremoniously, "The bones under the tower, the curse of the gods, the words spoken by the dead prisoners, 'Hessiam ', this is neither a common language nor an ancient language... Tell me all your conspiracy over the past ten years!"

At the end, his voice suddenly raised his voice. Although his voice was not loud, it roared like a beast, and the envoy of Yihe turned pale immediately.

"Ulis is the hope of the Holy Court, and he has to undergo a very human test..." the divine envoy Yihe paused.

Julis saw the envoy's eyes straighten, and immediately guessed that Sotiria must be using illusion: "Sotiria, stop."

Sotiria ignored him again.

"What do you want to use him for?"

"This is the secret of the holy court, and it cannot be said."

"You want to use him, what do you want?" Sotiria asked again as his body approached the God Envoy Yihe.

He looked like a real raging devil at the moment.

The air between the two began to be extremely distorted, Yihe's face turned red quickly, and his tongue was sticking out, as if an invisible giant hand was pinching his neck.

Soon, his face turned purple.But even so, Yihe still didn't say another word.Seeing that the envoy was about to die, and Sotiria seemed to go crazy suddenly, Yulis rushed over and grabbed his skirt: "You're out of control...don't force me to take action!"

The sword of the contract stood on Sotiria's shoulders impressively.

The light in Sotiria's eyes quickly dimmed, and he opened his arms in a posture of surrender: "Obey, my master."

With a "gudong", Yihe rolled to the ground and coughed violently, blood was splashed on the ground.

"Teacher!" Ulis helped Yihe up, and patted his back lightly with his palms, comforting him.

Yihe waved his hands to indicate that he was fine, stood up unsteadily, panting heavily.With Julis' support, he raised his head and looked at the perpetrator seriously.

Sotiria didn't have any explanation for his abnormal behavior, and was wiping his fingers carefully with a handkerchief, completely ignoring the envoy Yihe's scrutinizing eyes on him.

It seems that, in his eyes, the envoy of God is an ant that can be crushed to death and crushed at any time.

Suddenly having such an idea, Julius couldn't help shivering.Only now did he dully realize the horror Sotiria hid behind the mask of gentleness.

Whether it's the decisiveness when cutting off the head of a giant lizard that appeared in the desert, the ruthlessness when crushing the body of a dormant blood-sucking bird in the primeval forest, or the indifference when destroying the water charm in the Doma River, all prove this. The wandering spirits who accompany him day and night are by no means kind.

If it weren't for the suppression of the contract, the damage caused by the irrational Sotiria would probably be much more than that of the demon Tatos!

After encountering that blue eye again, Julius supported Angel Yihe and subconsciously took a step back.

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Your stepping back hurts that much