Chapter 1092

Chapter 1092

2015-01-11

David's statement is not reliable or not...

Well, say It's a joke. However, the actual effect is here, and it is also obvious.

The audience is petrified!

To make an inappropriate analogy, this is like playing online games in the present world and pushing a copy. It's not easy to push through the mountains and rivers to the last level of the copy, and face the final big boss. This big boss is also very powerful, his origins are too high and deep to be measured, his performance on the stage is unbelievably shocking, and his battle strength is even higher than the table... As a result, the big boss is terrified, and the big boss is so cruel. There will be no more...

This is the end?

Don't you want to slaughter the world?

Can we still have fun together...

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The whole body is moved by one hair.

In fact, Tang En and the others needn't feel absurd. Because the oolong situation is not the only one, almost at the same moment, the oolong intensity of some events, to |none|wrong| .[][][][s]. far exceeds the absurd scene they are experiencing... …

The capital of Titus, the royal castle under the drizzle of cattle.

In the slightly gloomy king's bedroom, the heavy curtains swayed left and right with the cold wind sneaking in, rolling the room full of spicy medical smell, and also rolling some inexplicable and unclear Undercurrent surging. As the most powerful man in this continent, the old king of Titus is really old now. Lying in a hospital bed, his face is sallow, the figure is thin, withered chest slightly heaving... No matter how you look at it, it looks like the King of Beasts on the verge of death, and it doesn't take long to live.

However, compared to the bleak ending where the wild beast can only die in the mouths of others of its kind, the old king of Titus is happier although he is old and old. Because to this day. Still no one dared to hand him a claw. Also because he is standing beside the bed with a medicine bowl. is his direct descendant. His Royal Highness the Eldest Prince.

The elderly are supported, and the children and grandchildren are under filial piety. Such a warm scene, who can say unhappy?

Silently waving away the servants and waiters around him, Eldest Prince stood quietly beside the bed, silently looking at the weak old king, who is also his father, his expression was like a changeable situation, unpredictable and complicated.

Hesitating, struggling, resentment, pleasure... just like a china bowl in hand. The medicinal juice in it was trembling slightly, and it couldn't calm down for a long time.

After a long pause, he took a deep breath and seemed to have decided something. He leaned in and whispered,

"Sir Father, Sir Father...it's time to take medicine."

"It's you, cough cough... State affairs are all handled on your behalf? Why are you free to bring me medicine today." In a soft voice, the old king slowly opened his cloudy old eyes and looked at the Eldest Prince beside the bed. Some astonished. Immediately, with the support of the latter, a pillow was placed under him. Cough and recline on the head of the bed. "I haven't heard Sir Father's teachings for some time, so I came to see you early today after dealing with state affairs." Prince Eldest bowed his head, and explained as he bent over to tuck the corners of the quilt.

"Yes." The old king was relieved when he heard the words, raised hand and barely patted the Eldest Prince's arm, obviously very satisfied with his filial piety. Immediately thinking of something, he slowly asked, "So many days have passed, what is the progress of the negotiations between your younger brother and the Grey Cloth Armed Force... Now that the empire is in danger, only the Grey Cloth Armed Force can be appeased. , the Empire has the spare power to make a move to resist the invasion of the North Desolate Tribe. Cough cough... This point, you must keep in mind when dealing with state affairs. Do it well, cooperate with your younger brother, the imperial throne, hū chī... the throne It's yours after all..."

hehe, Sir Father, you said that a few years ago...a few years later, you still say that...

He looked up lightly At noon, Eldest Prince held up the medicine bowl and respectfully replied: "Sir Father, please be patient, the child knows. Well, the medicine is getting cold, Sir Father drink it while it's hot, it's important to take care of your health."

" Well... by the way, how is Sword God's health now? If there is any medicine on my side that he can use, cough cough, no matter where."...

"Sword God is recovering. , like a father."

"cough cough...that's fine, that's fine..."

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It's still the capital of Titus, Or the Royal Castle.

Outside the Imperial Family Nursing Home, "Junior Brother, you didn't call me out for a walk, right? It's raining? If you have something to say, it doesn't matter." As they walked side by side in the drizzle, Haita was puzzled. Turning his head and looking towards his side, he walked with his head bowed, like Winslyn who was a little lost in thought, "There can be no shortage of people on the master's side. You can quickly finish and I will take care of me... eh? Junior Brother?"

"Eh? Oh..." With a pause, Winslyn seemed to have come back to his senses from a trance, wiped the rain off his face, and inadvertently tilted his head to avoid Haita's astonished gaze, "That's right, His Highness Second Prince isn't going. North? I heard that his negotiation with the Grey Cloth Armed Force was not very smooth, so he sent a letter back, hoping that Philip could go again. Relying on his personal relationship with the Grey Cloth Armed Force to deal with it for one or two, so as to break the deadlock. ” “Then go… why, Philip doesn’t want to go?”

Winslyn nod>: “It should be the last negotiation, those MPs turned around without his consent. , making him a little disheartened... I tried to persuade him, but the effect was not good. Philip only said that he missed that opportunity, Grey Cloth Armed Force impossible to talk about who is in the formal negotiation, and he is not willing to run this in vain. One trip."

paused, and held out his hand to Haita, who was speechless, "So I think Senior Brother, you can try to persuade him again, maybe he will agree..."

"How can I have that ability?" After passing through the arch at the end of the road, Haita smiled wryly and shook her head, then frowned in anger, "When are these damn congressmen still only caring about their own safety... Alas, that's all! Let's do it, I'm going to try him now, Junior Brother, you go back to take care of the master."

"Okay, I'll take you off. My carriage is parked outside the castle gate, and the coachman knows where Philip is now..."

waved his hand, "What's there to give? It's not that I don't know your carriage, it's important that you go back to take care of the master..." Paused, Haita suddenly turned her head in confusion, looking back and forth at the empty space "Hey, strange, where are all the royal guards here?"

"But...it might be a temporary change of guard." Seems to be replicated at will.

"Really?". Despite his doubts, Haita didn't think much about it. Waiting to say goodbye to Winslyn. The foot suddenly stopped. The look changed greatly. Suddenly he raised his head, "Who? Come out!"

Before he could drink, a mysterious rune circle appeared out of thin air above. trapped in it. Immediately, holy magic rays of light soared into the sky!

"Light magic?! You dare to-"

......

Boom--

The old king just put down the palace Porcelain bowl, frowning tightly, the bitter concoction in the mouth has not been completely dissolved. Suddenly, there was a loud explosion outside the house, and I was stunned for a moment: "It's thunder outside...?"

It was not surprising that it was drizzling with drizzle outside, and there was thunder. But the tone barely fell, and there was a continuous loud explosion next to my ears, and this time it was faintly mixed with the roar of the roofed and the collapse of the building, obviously not like thunder.

The old king is old and true, but he is not stupid. In other words, even if he has Alzheimer's disease, at least he is awake at this time.

I was stunned for a second, with a faint anger: "What's going on? Does anyone still dare to do something in the royal castle? Cough cough..."

The Eldest Prince didn't answer. Or to be more precise, he couldn't hear any sound at this time, including the sound of thunder, and the questioning of the old king... His eyes were fixed on the empty porcelain bowl. The expression is like crying and laughing, in a trance complex.

"Someone, someone...Damn! Where are these idiots..."...

He interrupted abruptly, "Don't shout, no one's coming." took With a deep breath, Eldest Prince raised his bowed figure, as if he had relieved a heavy burden in an instant, and his back was straight and did not bend at all. Looking down at the old king of Twilight, his eyes were slightly pitiful, and he said faintly, "Sir Father, now there is only me, and you."

"Then why are you still standing here? Why don't you hurry up..." After speaking for a while, the old king's reclining body was shocked, and he realized something. He raised his head in disbelief and looked at the Eldest Prince, who was staring straight at him, as if he was looking at a stranger he never knew.

"You..."

interrupted again, "Sir Father wants to know the source of these abnormal noises? Hehe, you don't need to check, I can tell you now. The corner of Eldest Prince's mouth lifted slightly, "This should be the movement made by Mr. Haita when Light God Temple set up an ambush to kill the Sword God eldest disciple... Don't worry, these movements will disappear after a while."

"What did you say! Cough cough... They dare..." The old king was shocked and angry when he heard this.

"Of course they dare, and they will succeed easily. Because they have been preparing for this for a long time, because they have an internal response, and because..." Eldest Prince raised his chin slightly, with a proud look, "They got I have the permission of the next king of Titus!"

"You want to rebel!" Hearing this, the old king couldn't understand the meaning, and he was even more angry.

At this point, Eldest Prince seemed to have completely relaxed, and shook his finger lightly: "No, not thinking about it. It's already done, and it's almost done. Hehe...don't get excited, Sir Father. Because the excitement will make the blood flow faster in your body, and it will make some of the things mixed in the concoction spread throughout your body faster..."

The voice didn't fall, "pu—— "The old king, whose face was flushed red, stood up abruptly, spitting out black blood, and his face quickly turned gray.

Eldest Prince was startled when he saw this, and wiped a little blood on his sleeve, feeling helpless: "I said don't get excited, Sir Father."

" cough cough...unfilial son, unfilial son...you have to die..." With this monk's power, the old king suddenly stretched out his hand and grabbed the Eldest Prince's arm, his face twisted and gasping for breath.

Under the long-standing power, the Eldest Prince could not help subconsciously retreat in fear, but because his arm was caught, he threw himself back to the old king and struggled in a panic: "Let go... You forced it!" I don't know where the old king got his strength, he was clearly in a dying condition. But the burly and sturdy Eldest Prince couldn't break his palm like a dead branch.

"I am the Eldest Prince! I am the first heir to the empire! I should have ascended the throne long ago, But you old fart keep stopping and procrastinating - let it go, let me go - you just won't let go! Look, you're just trying to hold the throne, watching me and the hypocritical guy called the younger brother keep fighting in secret , it's like looking at two dingoes fighting for bones - ok! Aren't you going to give us a fight? Now that it's decided, the hypocrite won't come back from the north. Tell you, when he It has been scattered ashes and dispersed smoke under the attack of the temple! Haha ——"

The piercing and crazy laughter continued to reverberate in the temple, and even suppressed the roaring noise from afar, "You don't need this. The choice of the old fart, there is no need to snatch the hypocritical guy again... You are dead, he is dead, I am naturally the next king of the Titus Empire! You, you let me go—"

Looking at the old king, who had already vomited blood speechless, but still held his right arm tightly with his palm, his eyes were furious like a tiger. Eldest Prince panicked and scared, subconsciously stretched out his left hand and scratched randomly, grabbed the porcelain bowl placed on the bedside, not even think, suddenly raised his hand and smashed the old king's white-haired head,

"Here I let go, let go, let go!!!"...

peng peng peng ——huā lā ——Blood and water splattered, broken tiles flying!

After a short while, everything returned to silence, except for the sound of gasping breaths echoing in the empty hall...

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Similar to silence.

In the square of Wangting Castle, the drizzle of cow drizzle rained down, sprinkled on the broken walls, sprinkled on the many temples Knight and Magician, and also sprinkled on the still sea surrounded by the crowd. on the tower.

Tick, tick...

He lowered his head and stared blankly at the familiar long spear passing through his heart behind him. a moment. Haita's expression was suddenly stunned, and she remembered the strange situation of the Grand Plaza without a single guard before, the obvious soullessness of the people behind her, and the reason why he used an excuse to leave the sanatorium and leave the master's side...

Bang, one-knee kneels.

The long hair on the forehead covered Haita's face, and only a soft question could be heard, in a gentle tone as usual: "Why?"

"Yes, I'm sorry..." Haita Without turning his head, he naturally couldn't see Winslyn's flustered expression behind him, subconsciously let go of his long spear, stepped back and waved his hands randomly, "I don't want it, Senior Brother I really don't want it...you have to forgive me, you must forgive me. I..."

The blood flowed faster, instantly staining the large bluestone floor under the Red Sea Tower. After gasping for a few breaths, Haita suddenly shouted, "I ask you...hū chī...why! What! What!"

"Why, why...because I have no choice, I really don't Choose! Senior Brother You and Second Prince are too close... The Eldest Prince has found my family, and the temple has found my family... The master is like this now, Senior Brother, what do you want me to do? You tell me what to do Ah..."

Grabbing her hair, the mad-looking Winslyn backed away. There is a temple of Knight on the side, but he frowned and stepped forward, intending to slash the dying sea tower with his sword and end the siege. But before he could get close, his expression was startled,

"so that's how it is ... heh, cough cough ..." Shaking his head and laughing, coughing, one-knee kneels Haita suddenly gasped a few times. Raise hand grabbed the tip of the gun and slowly pulled it out of the body, inch by inch, with blood splashing everywhere, "Winslyn ah...Winslyn..."

"Huh?"

"You really... the mud can't support the wall..."

With a faint regretful voice, he waved his gun, and Chun Qing Doumang burst out violently from around his mutilated body, like a river in a river, in an instant Swept the audience,

"Not good -- back, back --"

Boom... Boom... Boom...

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