Chapter 243 Uninvited Guest
She forced herself to calm down and think about the current situation.
She suppressed the uneasiness in her heart and looked at the group of uninvited guests who appeared in the living room with a scrutinizing gaze.
Right in front of her sight was a woman of astonishing beauty. Her blazing red hair and scarlet tights outlined her perfect figure.
She was looking at herself with a playful look, she thought to herself.
The evil light emanating from her eyes made her feel extremely uneasy.
On the right side of the woman, at a distance, is a scary-looking red-robed wizard with cold, jewel-like green eyes and a narrow aquiline nose. Following the tradition of the Seer Red Robe Wizards, he shaved his head, but he was very proud of his thick long gray beard.
This is obviously more like provoking Serge's authority.
This is indeed the case, otherwise how could he have defected to the Dragon Worship Cult.
The leader of the Dragon Worship Cult is a tall and straight man. He wears a dark purple robe and a dark red mask shaped like a horned skull. He stands quietly as if he does not exist. In place.
Among the four, he is the closest to the red-robed wizard, which proves that the cooperative relationship between the two should be the closest.
On the contrary, there is the ghost mage standing at the door of the living room. He is wearing a black robe, his face is hidden in the shadow of the hood, only a pair of cold light red eyes are exposed.
The distance between him and the other three, judged by the standards of a spellcaster, is kept just right.
“Have you considered my proposal?”
The beautiful woman with blazing hair and red robes crossed her arms, with a hint of joking in her cold voice, “Our patience It’s limited, don’t let me wait too long, otherwise I will only vent my anger elsewhere, the female lord of Arabe City, dear Ms. Myrcella Raul.”
Limited patience...
The female lord sat elegantly on the chair. She was as beautiful as all the young women, with a beautiful face, smooth and fair skin, long brown-red hair hanging around her shoulders, and a complexion on her face. Be careful and quiet.
Although the enemies she faced were the leader of the Dragon Worship Cult, the Hand of the Supreme King of the City of Ghosts, the military adjutant of the Duke of Hell, and the traitor of the Red Robe Wizards, her delicate face was not affected by it. Showing panic.
“When shields become prosthetic legs, swords become crutches, people’s hearts will collapse; when family members become prizes, and enemies gain promotions, hope will disappear.”
Myrcella recalled these desperate words again.
In her short life, she experienced many wars and numerous adventures.
Once upon a time, cheese, fruit and scrolls, these ordinary things, could make her understand what true and simple happiness is before she was twenty years old.
Now, her bright and clear silver-gray eyes often reveal the sorrow caused by those conflicts, as well as the wisdom that is enough to despise war.
After all, everything has a rhythm and a cycle. Nothing can remain unchanged, not even the nearly immortal and great gods.
What's more, they are mortals who are wandering in front of limited time.
She thought and considered, looking at the tower spirit of the mage tower from the corner of her eye, the cat that often brought her a little smile.
It was curled up on the chair, trembling all over. Its small and straight nose, smooth mouth, soft feet and golden tail had long since changed from being like substance to an almost transparent color, as if Just the slightest touch and it will collapse at any time.
“What a surprise, my house was stolen.” The cat said weakly.
Her mage tower suffered a terrible attack.
I don’t know when, two phaerinn magic sunflowers that are so ancient that they can be traced back to the era of the three major creator races quietly lurked deep underground in her mage tower.
They cut off the connection between the mage tower and the elemental pool, and the tower spirit would fall into a deep sleep at any time due to attacks from the two Demon Sun elders and the loss of energy.
How is a mage tower that has no energy supply and lost the control of the tower spirit different from ordinary buildings.
This group of uninvited guests successfully arrived inside the Mage Tower without any effort.
As the female lord of Arabel City, Myrcella has guarded the northern border of the Kingdom of Cormyr for so many years, and even witnessed the incarnation of Bane, the god of tyranny, descending on her city.
She has endured these disasters alone, but this time, she can't see any hope, not even a faint light.
Arabey City is the backbone of the northern border of the Kingdom of Cormyr. If it falls, many surrounding towns and territories will suffer unimaginable disasters.
This also includes Mokou Town.
When she left Mokou Town, she confidently told the young mage lord in person that he must hold on and that she would soon assist him in his defense.
Who would have thought that it would turn into this situation.
"Why bother talking to her." The red-robed wizard said slightly impatiently, "Just follow what we discussed before."
"A super magic user in the legendary field. In our Serre, there are countless colleagues who covet this beautiful lady, so her body must belong to me."
As he spoke, he used Narrow and vicious eyes looked at the female lord's delicate body unscrupulously, and his tone was full of mockery:
"One pint of blood, three pints of ocher jelly monster, and a dozen orchids extracted from the body of the black pudding monster of acid, and then prepared a viscous solution to seal the beautiful corpse in the sarcophagus. In just half a year, a flawless glue-loving monster was completed. "
He was trying to anger me. , that may disappoint him, Myrcella thought calmly: because he will not have this chance,
Even if she is defeated and dies, she will let herself die with dignity.
"This mage tower and the city belong to me." Hajhorna, the Hand of the High King from the City of Shadows, said coldly.
You will only get a ruin, Myrcella thought: a ruin that will cost you dearly.
“My demands are not high.”
Severin, the leader of the Dragon Cult wearing a dark red skull mask, glanced at Hadjhorna and said in a gentle tone, "I need the wealth of the entire kingdom."
The greedy dragons, even their five-color dragon queen, are no exception, Myrcella thought: With the greedy dragon queen and greedy believers, he has begun to die. edge testing.
"Then what are you waiting for? Get started as soon as possible. Don't waste time here." The red-robed wizard raised his voice and said to everyone.
"I need a complete soul." The high-level devil from Baator Hell glanced unkindly at the shouting red-robed wizard, and still looked at the female lord without giving up, "This is the last chance, as a A wise wizard, I believe you will make the wisest choice, madam."
A complete soul.
Myrcella sighed in her heart, recalling the devil's words.
In the material world, if she dies unexpectedly, if she is willing, then with the purity of her soul, her own strength and willpower, as long as her soul does not die for some reason, she will be reincarnated into a high-level devil , it was easy for her.
It's just that at that time, she will forget too many things, because any reincarnation will lose a lot of memories.
Even the believers of the gods are the same. After entering the Kingdom of God, they will only retain the memory of their pious beliefs, while other memories will gradually fade until they disappear completely.
The reason why this high-level devil is so persistent is simply to obtain a complete soul.
In Baator Hell, if she signs a contract with the devil and commits suicide, then she will not only transform into a high-level devil, but also lose a lot of memories.
"This is your best choice to save Arabe City." The devil began to induce.
"As long as you are willing to trade with my lord Zariel, Duke of Hell, I will protect the Arabe City for you. Otherwise, all you will see is a ruins and countless tragic corpses. And your soul will be forever lost to me. Imprisoned, suffering from pain."
"I have let you down, no one can take away my soul," Myrcella gently flipped her hair and said in a calm tone, "In my future. Even the gods cannot take it away with permission."
As a rational spellcaster, she naturally knows the terrible consequences of making a deal with the devil.
She will not become a fallen person, nor will she be coerced into joining the devil's camp.
This is her final bottom line.
As for Arabe City...the only thing she can do is to have a clear conscience, that's all.
Being born in sorrow and dying in happiness is a good choice.
After all, she bears too many responsibilities alone, maybe this can be regarded as a different kind of relief.
"Although my mage tower has lost its energy supply." She said calmly, her words full of threats.
“But this does not mean that it will really become a useless ruin. If you have any means, just use it. I will promise to take away at least one of you before I die. ”
She looked at the four uninvited guests with meaningful eyes, as if she was choosing the weakest among the four.
She saw the red-robed wizard subconsciously dodge his eyes, and suddenly realized something.
She smiled and looked at him intriguingly. Her eyes seemed to tell him that she had already selected the most suitable lucky person to take away.
They did not look down upon her words. They all looked at the female lord who was sitting elegantly on the chair with solemn eyes.
"I am really looking forward to the ferocious face of an extremely noble and beautiful woman before she fights back in death." Hajhorna, the Hand of the Supreme King from the City of Shadows, rubbed his fingers to reveal the darkness The staff of energy, said coldly: "Believe me, before you take away someone, I will trap you in the staff, and you will slowly die inside, being sucked dry by the shadow inside, and torn apart Flesh, the most interesting part is that even if you die, your punishment will not end, your will will survive in the form of a shadow, suffering eternal suffering as a creature in the ether."
"That may disappoint you, because you don't have that ability." Myrcella said with sarcasm, "After all, you are just a group of degenerates who pretend to be noble and sell their souls, so what? You may have discovered the true meaning of arcane magic, otherwise why would you never get out of the Aenook Desert?”
Compared to the Netherese descendants of Shade City, Brian and the others from the Kingdom of Halrua. They were completely different races, she thought.
"Her soul is mine, and no one has the right to get involved." The high-level devil reminded her.
"Mortal mage, since you are unwilling to throw yourself into the arms of my lord."
She said in a cold voice, "Then I can only do my best to preserve the integrity of your soul. Aren't you a pure and noble female lord? Very good, then I will transform you into a lust demon and teach you how to arrange flowers and jade in person. Skills."
"It can be seen that you are a sick person." Myrcella's words gradually became relaxed and she said sarcastically without fear.
" There is no doubt that you have suffered painful torture and abuse in a humble status. I suggest that you should believe in the goddess of pain, Lavita. What do you think of my proposal, pure Miss Desire?"
"You've made me lose my patience, madam." A flash of anger appeared on the innocent face of the high-level devil.
"What's the point? Just imprison her soul and preserve her body to see if her mouth is still so tough." The red-robed wizard shouted, and then subconsciously took two steps back.
"Then just come." The female lord of Arabe City said with a solemn expression: "Since you are so impatient to get on the road, then I will fulfill your last wish."
In an instant, the warm and comfortable room The living room became tense, as if a fireball that had just finished singing would explode at any time.
The high-level devil with blazing hair and red robes slowly drew out the magic sword, and the ghost fire lingered in his left hand. He slowly approached Myrcella with casual steps.
At this moment, a buzzing sound of the teleportation circle sounded, and a light blue light flashed from the circle.
Everyone in the living room looked over with surprised eyes.
I don’t know who can break in even when the space is blocked.
Myrcella, who looked highly alert, also cast doubtful glances at the flickering and buzzing magic circle.
Obviously, no one knows who this fifth uninvited guest is.
The moment the light of the magic circle faded away, a figure wearing a dark purple cloak appeared in everyone's sight and became the focus of the living room.
He was dusty, his face looked slightly tired and embarrassed, and the old black leather boots on his feet were still stained with blood, and he looked as if he had just fought a fierce battle.
"Bryan!"
Seeing the familiar figure, Myrcella almost exclaimed, unable to believe why the other person appeared here at this time.
The four uninvited guests obviously recognized his identity, and their expressions relaxed, showing various weird expressions.
Bryan turned around and walked towards Myrcella as if nothing had happened.
After he looked into the beautiful silver-grey eyes of the female lord, he immediately sent a message to her through the spiritual link: "I already know what happened here, leave it to me to solve it."< br>
He came to the chair where the cat was curled up, grabbed the soft flesh on its neck and lifted it up, then sat on the chair and placed the almost transparent cat in his arms.
Seeing Brian acting calmly and completely ignoring the enemy's actions, Myrcella was surprised, but after looking into those deep and confident eyes, she finally chose to believe him.
Because in her opinion, this is her last glimmer of hope.
“You uninvited guests.” Brian sat on the chair, stroking the cat curled up in his arms, and looked at the group of uninvited guests with a calm expression, “You plan to use your own Drown our female lord of Arabe City with saliva?”
The cat seemed to enjoy being stroked, and its dim body actually regained some vitality.
"Who do I think it is? Such a grand pomp."
Hajhorna sneered: "It seems that you have been beaten by my subordinates and fled. I regret to tell you that you did not choose the way out." The choice is still a tomb."
"You are right, I did escape from Mokou Town." Brian did not deny it and looked at the Ghost Mage provocatively.
"Your second sentence is also very correct. This is indeed a tomb. As for whose tomb is it, can you decide?"
"Then we will wait and see." Hajhorna raised his staff and said murderously: "Today is the end of you, and your female lord cannot protect you."
Seeing that the opponent was preparing to attack, although Brian looked calm, he was still a little panicked inside.
"Don't rush to die. Before the battle, I want to say a few words to this friend."
He quickly turned his eyes to the high-level devil, "If I guessed correctly, This should be Miss Ruila Mier, right?"
"Oh, do you know me?" The senior female devil showed some interest, stretched out her hand to interrupt Hajer Horner's move, and looked at her. Brian, "Seeing that you came here so confidently, I'm afraid you have an ulterior motive. I'll give you a chance to speak out."
Seeing the female devil take over his words, Brian was secretly relieved. One breath.
As he expected, this was an unstable alliance. The devil wanted to claim Myrcella's complete soul, Hajhorna wanted the complete mage tower, and Severin needed a lot of wealth in order to summon the Dragon Queen. Make support.
So, in this situation where victory is certain, they will even interfere with each other's actions for their own interests.
In this case, he will have enough time to get a chance to counterattack.
Obviously, villains die because they talk too much, which is very useful everywhere.
"As expected of a military adjutant from Avernus." Brian kept his hand on the cat from beginning to end, caressing it gently, and said with an expression of embarrassment:
"You have also seen our current situation. To oppose you is undoubtedly a mantis. I know that you are very interested in our female lord of Arabe City."
He paused deliberately and glanced beside him. The female lord then said, "If I say that I came here specifically to make a deal with you, would you believe it?"
His words attracted everyone's attention, including Arabe. The female lord of the city.
"Deal?" The high-level devil chuckled, "You are the first mortal who dares to take the initiative to propose a deal to me since I came to the material world."
"Since it is The first one is, should you give me a discount?”
Brian tried his best to conceal the greed in his words, "For example, with my current ability, if I transform into a devil, will I become a high-level hell fiend?"
"Boy, Don't tell me that you made a deal with the devil just to save your female lord." The red-robed wizard suddenly answered and said in a mocking tone, "It's not easy to be a dog licker these days, you will only lose everything."
Severin, the leader of the Dragon Worship Cult standing next to the red-robed wizard, suddenly frowned when he looked at the mage lord of Mokou Town.
He felt something was wrong, but he didn't know where the problem was.
This mage lord, whose strength is not in the legendary realm, behaves too calmly.
"I disappoint you, bald man." Brian laughed at himself:
"I'm not qualified to be a dog licker. After all, with my current ability, I can only hug thighs at most. Of course, if it's a beautiful leg in stockings , that is naturally the best choice. Do you think so, Miss Rilamiel?"
After saying this, he looked at the female devil's slender thighs unscrupulously.
"Giggle..."
Ruila Mier was amused. She looked at Brian with interest, the corners of her mouth curved slightly, and she said playfully: "It's interesting."
Her eyes were full of charm, and her expression seemed to have a hint of teasing. She gently raised her finger and hooked it. Her words were quite frivolous: "Come here, little guy, let me take a good look at you. What qualifications do you have to follow me?" Negotiate terms."
"Giggle..."
Her crystal eyes seemed to shimmer in a wild and charming laugh, with a sweet smile on her lips and a slender waist. Swaying, the arc is heart-stirring, and just one glance makes people feel thirsty.
The same was true for Brian. There was a hint of greed and desire in his eyes, and he looked a little confused. He put down the cat in his arms, stood up and walked towards the devil.
However, when he was about to approach the other party, a coldness suddenly appeared in his greedy eyes.
——"Arcana Storm!"
The invisible wind lifted Brian's long and messy hair, and the energy condensed from the chaos of the four elements surged out of his body like a tide, seemingly forever. The endless roaring storm swept towards the four people in the living room.
The female lord on the side also stood up from her chair instantly, with a hint of murderous intent on her beautiful face.
"Tower spirit listens to orders!"
"Activate the core device of the mage tower! Turn on the first level of alert!"
Myrcella raised her staff and struck it on the ground, and an invisible energy wave spread quickly.
The dim cat suddenly returned to normal, jumped up from the chair, its soft hair stood up like steel needles:
"...very meow!...activate energy pulse Beam! ...Open the space anchor! ...Block all interdimensional plane channels! ...Open the soul shadow! ...Open the anti-necrotic force field!
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(End of this chapter)