Chapter 489 White Scale Dragon!


Chapter 489 White Scale Dragon!

The person in charge of the Royal City of the History and Ceremony Association instantly retreated tens of meters and returned to the members of his association. With a plop, he knelt on the ground on one knee, with cold sweat breaking out on his forehead.

The presiding group of the Star Sect headed by the Silver Dragon Witch Blaise, the nuns of the Moon Church headed by Thelma God's Servant, the Hailing Group, the Madman School, etc. all frowned and stared at the pained Aberha. Virtue.

What happened?

Most of them didn't see the clues. It was obvious that Jack Spate didn't touch him, but Eberhard screamed at the same time as Houston as if he had a sudden illness.

"Damn...damn! It's a damage-linking mythical power!"

Eberhard never expected that he would be attacked silently and suffer the loss of a newly promoted saint in front of so many strong men of the same level.

He stood up slowly and looked at his chest in fear.

Four symmetrical, fist-sized holes are clearly visible!

It was like... being bitten by a giant snake!

But this was not what caused everyone's solemnity, but the blood flowing out of the wound had already condensed and was occupied by white crystals as bright as diamonds, and it continued to spread at a speed visible to the naked eye!

It seemed to cover Eberhard's entire body!

"Is this myth pollution?!"

Silver Dragon Witch Blaise said in surprise.

Then he shook his head again, denying himself.

"Impossible... Eberhard is also a member of the Four Saints of the Sequence. His own mysterious resistance is extremely strong. Powers of the same level cannot do this!"

"It is an active tissue containing high concentration of energy..."

Hernandez, a knowledgeable old man from the madman school beside him, spoke in a deep voice and expressed his opinion.

"Scholar Hernandez, what do you recognize this for?"

Blaise asked with a frown.

The other high-ranking people all cast their gazes.

However, the thin old man shook his head and sighed.

"I've never seen it...but this kind of crystal is quite scary. Such a degree of corrosiveness is unheard of. Once it is contaminated, it will probably be extremely difficult to deal with."

Hearing his comments, the high-ranking people present took a deep breath, and their eyes on the young man in the black hat instantly became more cautious.

If they were only slightly surprised by this newly promoted young saint at the beginning, then with Houston's defeat, they became truly surprised. Now, seeing Eberhard's tragic situation, they even felt a sense of absurdity in their hearts.

I really don’t want to antagonize him unless necessary...

Wow!

Eberhard's face was extremely gloomy.

The surrounding space resounded with the sound of pages turning rapidly, and the outline of His body was like a grotesque phantom that was separated, constantly retracing its steps.

Buzz!

When the outline returned again, Eberhard seemed to have found himself more than ten minutes ago, overlapping with the state at that time.

However...

Eberhard's pupils shrank sharply.

The four tooth marks on his chest have disappeared, but the beautiful and gorgeous white crystals, like the handprints of the God of Death, have crawled all over his chest!

"I'm afraid Eberhard is in big trouble."

Hernandez adjusted his glasses and said solemnly.

Even if the old man didn't say it, everyone in high positions could see it.

Eberhard tried his best, and the power of myth overflowed, but those white crystals were still like maggots on the tarsal bones, constantly "reproducing and spreading." They seemed to have swallowed up Eberhard's power and became stronger. On the other hand, his face became paler.

Pat pat pat...

There was a gentle and rhythmic pace.

Everyone turned to look and saw that the young man in black hat had returned to his original image and walked over with a silver cane.

With a smile on his face, he took off his hat, nodded to everyone, and said hello. Then he slowly looked at Eberhard and said lightly:

"The grudge between Houston and I is a personal one. It can also be said to be a conflict within the Generous Council. Outsiders have no right to intervene... I'm sorry, President Eberhard, I didn't expect it to affect you."

Chen Lun looked at Eberhard's weak appearance, and he had a clear understanding of the strength of the "crystal cells" in his heart, and he felt particularly comfortable.

Relying on his own mythical biological characteristics "Destined One", Eberhard was helpless in the duel with mysterious weight. He was instantly implicated in [Mythical Magic: Common Reaction] and was parasitized by "Crystal Cells" .

But he didn't want to make the matter a big deal, so he stretched out a hand towards Eberhard.

The latter raised his head with difficulty, the expression on his face changed, and finally squeezed out a smile and shook hands with Chen Lun.

"I should be the one to say sorry, His Majesty Jack Spate."

"It doesn't matter, the matter has been solved, hasn't it?"

Chen Lun chuckled.

Eberhard wanted to nod, but found that his neck had become extremely stiff, and it made a horrible clicking sound under the force.

"Of course...of course."

He said laboriously.

Chen Lun gave the president a meaningful look.

Biba……

The sound of a snake spitting a message quietly rose, and the white crystals all over Eberhard's body began to shrink until they disappeared.

When Eberhard saw this, he let out a sigh of relief, and deep fear flashed in his eyes.

How much else is this guy hiding...

Letting go of his hand, Chen Lun took the time to look at the prompt that popped up on the panel, with a smile on his lips.

[Kill Houston (actual), the consul of the Generous Council! Get 2 million experience points, 1 blessing point and 20 regional singing points! 】

[Has accumulated 188 points of regional popularity! Gain 1 point of epic singing again! (Current epic singing level: 6 points)]

[The impact of the epic spread event: The news that you killed Houston, the conspiratorial saint, in a solo battle will gradually spread to all parts of the Trisur Empire, centered on the royal city area - the newly promoted saint "White Scale Dragon" "Jack Speight's name will be resounding in the mysterious realm!" 】

'Unfortunately, Houston's corpse was chopped into pieces by the 'String of Mourning', and the remains were broken down into five high-level conspiracy substances...'

Chen Lun shook his head secretly.

‘I remember that I killed three saint incarnations of the Rotev family before and took three copies... Now there are eight copies in total. Let’s hand them all over to the Speaker when the time comes. ’

No matter how much he said that he killed his colleagues in the Senate, when the Speaker and others came back, he would have to explain something to make sense.

Chen Lun pinched his temples with a headache.

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Intramuros Tourmaline Kloster.

Palace of the Sun, Royal Council Chamber.

At this moment, the huge conference table was empty. Except for Prince Dazlet, who was sitting at the head table, there were only a few presiding judges of the Imperial Judgment Corps sitting on the left side. They were dressed in military uniforms and looked intently. On the right were the three Archbishops of the Church of the Sun, headed by Terrence, who also kept a straight face and remained silent.

The remaining seats were empty.

The scene was dead silent for a while, and even contained a bit of embarrassment.

The head steward, Babaye, was standing aside wiping cold sweat, glancing at the door from time to time, but always looking back in disappointment.

Prince Dazlet's face was expressionless, but his eyes seemed to show anger. He knocked on the table and asked in a deep voice:

"Babaye, I want to know why no one from the Church of the Seven Gods came except Terrence and them... Is this putting pressure on me?!"

"Absolutely not! Your Highness!"

Babaye hurriedly approached, bent down and comforted.

"Perhaps there was an accident, and the church's senior officials were delayed on the way... How about I go take a look?"

The prince took a deep breath and was about to speak when the door to the conference hall was slowly pushed open.

The senior leaders of the Seven Gods Church remained silent and walked in one after another, as if they had made an appointment. The situation was quite strange.

The prince squinted at this scene and smiled coldly.

Only Judge McCallion and Archbishop Terrence seemed to have noticed something. They glanced at the lone young man in the black hat in the crowd, showing a thoughtful expression.

After everyone was seated, the prince glanced around and slowly asked:

"Everyone, can you explain to me that you were nearly twenty minutes late together? And now you are attending the meeting at the same time?"

"..."

No one present spoke.

Prince Dazlat noticed the indifferent looks from the Church of the Stars and the Church of the Moon, and there were faint veins on his forehead.

He turned to look at the seats of the History and Ceremony Association.

"President Eberhard, can you tell me?"

"Well..."

Eberhard stopped turning his pen and began to ponder.

He glanced at the young man in black hat across the conference table calmly, coughed and said:

"Your Highness, there was a little accident on the road."

Dazlet was silent for a few seconds.

"What a little accident?"

"Consult Houston of the Generous Council...had a conflict with Consul Jack Speight, and they had a fight in the spiritual world."

Eberhard said solemnly.

The prince frowned, and then noticed that Jack was the only one sitting alone on the seat of the Generous Council, while Houston was nowhere to be seen.

He took a deep breath, his eyes filled with confusion.

"Two people fighting?"

What's the point of fighting between a high-ranking person and a mid-level extraordinary person?

Even if Jack's strength is good enough to defeat the incarnation of the saint, Houston is not the only one who has the incarnation present... It's okay for Jack not to be severely punished, but now he is sitting there like nothing is wrong? !

"Speak clearly!"

The prince said impatiently.

Only then did Eberhard sigh.

"Archon Houston is dead."

"Huh?!"

The prince's eyes suddenly opened wide and he was stunned.

Even the presiding judges and Terrence and others from the Church of the Sun showed surprised expressions.

"What did you say...Houston is dead?!"

The prince's frown deepened.

Eberhard nodded gently and said cautiously:

"His Majesty Jack beat Governor Houston to death on the spot..."

"?!"

The prince suddenly stood up.

The high-backed chair rubbed against the ground, making a sharp sound.

The expressions of the presiding judges, Terrence and the other Archbishops of the Sun suddenly changed slightly, because they heard Eberhard's honorific, addressing Jack Spate as... Your Majesty? !

"You were promoted? Jack?"

The prince said in surprise.

"Yes, Your Highness."

Chen Lun also took off his hat, stood up slowly, and said with a smile.

"It is now my responsibility, Council of Generosity, to attend your meeting."

Beauties, fortunately, the manuscript is out, woo hoo. Can you give me two tickets to encourage me, hehe

(End of chapter)

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