Chapter 316 Merlin: So cool!

Spicy balls.

An Su's smile froze on his face. He watched the shadows beneath his feet gently swaying, his slender dark black hair swaying slightly, and the warm yellow shadows of the sycamore trees outside the floor-to-ceiling windows cast on the solid wood floor, stirring up ripples along with the shadows.

"Miss Maid." An Su whispered, "You're here?"

He could now feel Miss Enya was by his side.

"I am your shadow, Mr. Ansu."

"A shadow naturally follows its master."

She might be on Ansu's right, wearing a dark black Lolita pleated skirt, light white socks and brown leather shoes, with her hair as soft as water gathered in a hairpin, revealing her delicate and calm profile.

Her pupils, which were equally dark, must have been as deep as a pool of water. Even in this situation, she still bent her knees slightly, lifted the edge of her skirt with her slender fingers, and bowed gracefully. Although her master could not see it, her manners were perfect.

"About when did you come?"

"You can sense Lorga Fast's aura," Miss Enya said elegantly, without any fluctuation in her tone, "but you can't see me?"

She tilted her head, expressionless.

"Is this what you mean, Master Ansu?"

An Su's face was filled with black lines and he fell silent. He shouldn't have said too much.

He exhaled lightly, put away his slightly stiff smile, and showed a pure smile. Don't jump to conclusions, maybe there will be a reversal later.

Besides, the maid spoke quite rationally. Ansu's emotional perception ability was greatly enhanced in the state of the blessed child. He could feel that the emotions that Miss Enya showed to him were very stable.

Just at this moment, Inquisitor Ark weakly raised his hand, his voice trembling slightly.

"Mr. Ansu. No, Your Majesty Ansu, please calm down."

The gentleman's tone was obviously weaker, and he raised his hands with sweat dripping down his back. "I have already given up. Can you calm down for a moment?"

"Huh?" An Su blinked.

Sweat dripped down Jak Milton's forehead. In all his years of life, he had never seen such a strange and contradictory existence.

At this moment, in the eyes of Bishop Yak, Ansumoningsta was like an inhuman monster. Although he was wearing the perfect skin of a teenager, with a kind and friendly smile on his lips, his eyes were full of tenderness and kindness. The pure white holy light stirred his long gray hair, making the boy's profile look as holy as the Son of God in the mythological era.

But only Yak knew that all this was false.

Every pore in his body and every inch of his soul were screaming madly.

The saint's instinct reminded him that the craziest and deepest darkness was right on his neck, as black as ink and as deep as the sea, like a ghost floating beside him. The dark emotion was so thick that it almost condensed into substance - so in Yak's eyes, Anzu was a demon in human skin. In all his years as an inquisitor, he had never seen such strong emotions.

Although Jack didn't know what was beside him, it might be an evil god from outside the domain, or a ruler from the star realm, or some strange and terrifying ancient existence. The only thing he was clear about was that this unknowable horror was inseparable from Ansu.

He had clearly put away his sword to show his surrender, but the darkness did not diminish at all.

The malice was so strong that Yak even had an illusion that he had cheated on Ansu. "Please calm down." Yak was sweating profusely. He was really scared. He sent a voice message, "Your Majesty Ansu, I have surrendered. You don't have to have such a strong desire to kill me. If bloodshed breaks out, you and your family will not be able to escape unscathed."

I don't have any murderous intention. An Su also broke out in a cold sweat.

The only thing he knew was that this murderous intent was directed at Yak, but not because of him.

"Mr. Yak." Ansu shook his head and quickly cut off the cut to pretend he didn't see it. "This really has nothing to do with me."

Even Yak was a little confused. His life was clearly in danger, but why did he feel that Ansu on the opposite side was more nervous than himself?

Could it be that this was still his acting, and that this boy's character was just so bad that he liked to play the pig and eat the tiger, and liked to watch the prey struggling to death? This was too natural! "Dear Miss Enya." An Su paused and said in a voice transmission, "I didn't notice you because your concealment ability is too strong."

The maid's stealth talent is definitely among the strongest.

Luo Xiaobai's true identity had been concealed before - Saint Elf. You should know that the Saint of Chaos is one of the most powerful saints in the contemporary world.

Now that so much time has passed, even the demigods might not be able to detect the existence of the maid.

Therefore, it was understandable that Anzu did not notice Miss Enya.

After all, she was not like Luo Jia who ate cake without rinsing her mouth.

"I'm fine, Master Ansu."

The maid's posture was still elegant, her tone was still calm and considerate, and her deep black eyes were clear and bright.

"Even if you didn't recognize me, even if you recognized a strange wild woman, even if you said many things to her that you never said to me, it doesn't matter to me, Master An Su, you don't have to be so nervous."

"ah--!!"

Yak groaned miserably. The invisible blade pierced his shoulder blade, piercing the curse deep into Yak's soul. Dark black blood splashed in the air like bright flower buds. The maid smiled calmly at Ansu, "You don't have to be nervous."

The whole pill is spicy.

Ansu finally accepted the fact.

The sudden change that happened to the Chief Judge brought the people back from the vision of the Son of Blessing. They looked at the blood flowing from Bishop Yak's shoulder blade, while Ansu at the side did not take any action, and there was no sign of any action.

In addition to the members of the Magic Guild and the Saint Army, there were also several demigods at the scene, but even they could not see how Yak was injured. It was as if at the ceremony last night, the eldest prince who was carrying Milton's blood suddenly mutated, as if it was a punishment from God.

Seeing this scene, everyone present did not dare to act rashly and looked at An Su in astonishment.

Especially the saints of the Holy See, their eyes were full of reverence, even a little fanatical.

According to the "Holy Scriptures", the Son of Blessing does not need to do anything himself, as the gods will punish the evildoer who blasphemes the Son of God, even if that person has royal blood - of course, the young people also know that this statement is a bit outrageous, but who can blame Ansu for his good looks, with navy blue eyes and long gray hair? Even if blood splashed on his face, the young man remained unmoved, unmoved by praise or criticism, and his holiness remained unchanged.

Judging from his appearance alone, if he is not the Son of God in the prophecy, who else could be?

An Su did not move, after all, he was already a little numb.

He looked at Yak with sympathy as he covered one of his shoulder blades. As the son of blessing, he hated to see others get hurt and bleed - of course, sterilization did not fall into this category. After all, Mr. Ansu, who was a man of great love, was good at painless abortions.

Before Ansu could even bother to check on Mr. Yak's injury, he saw blood spurting out from the latter's other shoulder blade.

have to.

This is the beauty of symmetry.

Ansu smiled with relief.

He felt the breath on the other side. He could hear the sticky sound of snow-white toes stepping lightly on the thick pool of blood. The fragrance of blueberries was beside the boy's ears. The snow-white long hair fell in the wind, gently caressing the equally snow-white gauze. At the end of the sleeves of the gauze skirt, drops of blood dripped from it. The little witch tilted her head and said coldly, "Who is the inexplicable woman?"

This one is even more heavyweight.

The only thing Ansu regretted now was using the inversion on the little saint.

He looked at Mr. Yak, who was bleeding on both sides, and asked tentatively, "Are you okay?"

What do you think, you devil. Yak has no way of speaking his pain. He is a pure mage, not a Judgment Paladin. His magic level has reached the level of a saint, but his body is weak. He is most restrained by this kind of close-range assassin. Although he has saint-like magic, he cannot find the enemy's location. No matter how much magic he has, it will be useless.

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Logically speaking, with his saint-level soul perception, any assassin should be able to hide.

But the reality is that he didn't sense anyone except Ansu.

Lorgar's veil is the magic of the god of magic, and Enya's concealment can deceive demigods.

He could only sense malice, the purest malice.

There is only one possibility, the beings behind are definitely not human.

He tried to spread magic circuits throughout his body, covering his body with magic for all-round defense, but it didn't work, because in the next moment, the invisible shadow blade pierced his back and shattered the magic circuits. Then chaotic magic began to run rampant from Jack's body and even poured out. For the shadow in the dark, the magic barrier was useless, because no matter how perfect the barrier was, it would have a shadow.

“I’m just stating a fact.”

The maid gracefully pulled out the shadow on Jack's spine, and also pulled out some cerebrospinal fluid. Her expression was still calm and elegant, but her cold eyes could not reflect any emotion. They were like a deep pool of water, empty, desolate and gloomy.

"You don't have to be nervous, Miss Lorgar."

An Su looked at Mr. Yak with pity as he curled up like a shrimp in pain. For some reason, he also felt a sense of phantom pain in his heart.

Brother Yake, although you were the one who was beaten by the gang,

But the hurt is in you, the pain is in my heart.

"But as far as I know,"

The little witch smiled and some deep black light flowed out from her fingertips, full of blasphemy, disaster and weirdness. Ever since Ansu turned Lorga upside down, her extreme physique that could attract infinite holy light naturally changed. At this time, Lorga could control the same scale of darkness. She gently tapped the spine of Yak with her fingertips, and the black light flowed into the torso along the broken magic circuit, and finally poured into the soul along the broken circuit.

——"Don't you hate Mr. Ansu?"

Miss Enya stopped talking. She raised her eyes and stared at Luo Jia calmly.

The little witch tilted her head, "Oh, did I remember it wrong?"

"Miss Maid?"

A slightly crazy and joyful smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, and all the darkness in her hands was poured into Yak's spine!

The biggest distortion occurred at this moment.

The judges of the Alien Management Bureau watched this scene with horror. Chief Judge Yak's back was irregularly bulging, a pair of bulging flesh bags that burst through the dark standard cloak.

His entire body had been corrupted by darkness, and every inch of his skin was emitting an icy temperature. His bright golden eyes quickly faded and turned dark. A huge arc appeared at the corner of his mouth, and the sharp claws in his bones pierced his skin, and blood flowed down. The claw pointed at Ansu, and it wanted to speak, but it could no longer utter a word.

There was only the dark and resentful sound of curse.

This is depravity.

Although they did not know how it happened, there was no doubt that it was a distortion from body to soul.

Just like the grand ceremony last night, and just like the eldest prince who attacked Ansu, Chief Judge Ake, who had the bloodline of the Milton branch, also had his soul distorted! Could it be that Guanghui really despised Jin Yuan's family? Could it be that the empire's actions really angered all living beings, so they had to suffer such a punishment from heaven? Was it really as recorded in the [Holy Scripture]? The judges didn't believe that this matter had nothing to do with Ansu and there was no conspiracy involved.

But it doesn’t matter. It doesn’t matter whether they believe it or not. What matters most is that the people will believe it and the Vatican will believe it too.

And they could find no evidence to refute it.

The most important thing is that just now, in front of the people, in front of the Department of Alien Management and the Holy Knights, and under the gaze of several royal demigods, Ansu really attracted the vast holy light again. No matter how they tried to find fault with it, even the demigods could not find any flaws, because Ansu really did attract the holy light and was really blessed by the goddess. This was not a lie, but it had long been reversed into the truth.

Yak gradually lost control. His loss of control was not as serious as that of the Crown Prince. After all, the latter was a demigod and Yak was just a saint. Even so, it was a disaster that ordinary people could not imagine.

It crawled on the ground, the flesh on its back exploded with blood, and grew deep black wings. The feathers instantly covered its body, casting a huge shadow over the imperial capital. All the inquisitors knew what this meant, and the situation was no longer redeemable.

The racial conflicts between the Sons of Darkness and the Sons of Light, the class conflicts between the nobles and the common people. All conflicts, big and small, are like snowflakes accumulating one after another and can no longer be hidden because the avalanche is about to come.

The era of chaos is coming.

But in the meantime, another small conflict has not yet been resolved.

“It’s so powerful.”

At the top of the stairs, Merlin Andre smiled his happiest smile. He opened his arms happily, looking down at everything on the stairs, looking down at Ansu's increasingly painful expression, and clapped his hands.

"It's worth it that I have been tortured by you——"

"It's worth working overtime to witness such a battle between powerful men!"

(End of this chapter)