Blood of Mercury

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"Yes, it is indeed Tyre's breath... He is back."

The lead executor was slightly stooped, so his rather tall stature did not appear tall. He wears round-framed gold-wire glasses, looks elegant and extraordinary, as if he is a successful person,

He said softly: "A very typical magical technique in the solar field, which is bombarded from top to bottom... A 'hula'--"

"If you can tell the difference, it's probably Skyfire or Sunfire. The caster has a divine skill level of the golden rank or above. His holy fire tends to be in the realm of death, but it is indeed pure holy fire in the sun's realm."

The second man continued. His eyeballs protruded, his eyes were white, and the electric light jumped in his pupils: "Basically, the possibility of Jupiter IV himself can be ruled out."

"Enough, enough... If you lose the Pope, at least that guy in Tyre will not be able to fall down. It's not a problem to let the child cry to find his father... The child's affairs are left to the child, you say Right, Kurt."

"That's exactly what you said."

The blind executor nodded solemnly and answered without hesitation.

The leader replied without hesitation: "Korte, check the surrounding items again... Check if there are any delicious pieces of meat or something... Then we will go back immediately - we must take advantage of the new Pope's absence to take over the position. Frankfurt is in control. Otherwise you'll be in trouble."

heard. Kurt began to pray in a low voice.

After about half a minute, two golden halos spread out from under his feet one after another, swept past the ground and all the objects. For a time, all the valuables in the temple flashed a dazzling light. The entire temple is illuminated with lights. Even the hidden compartments and safes where the items were hidden gleamed.

That's the effect when [Lost Items] and [Find Fortune] work.

The next moment, with the opening of the large-scale silence barrier, the enforcers began to check all the surrounding objects with great violence and efficiency.

They smashed the porcelain from the Far East, peeled off the skin of the shining furniture layer by layer, lifted the ground out, and dug a large hole in the wall. Even the bishop's charred and deformed corpse was not spared, and he used the blade to take down all the shining objects on his body. Even the heart and liver were chopped up to see if there was anything hidden inside. The vertebrae of the skull were also removed for careful examination.

Their movements are so skillful that it feels terrifying. It's like a seasoned hunter who strips the skin and meat from the prey.

In their eyes, even bishops who also believe in Ra cannot seem to be called human.

Conversely, it can also be said that they did not consider themselves human in the first place.

"This is……"

Finally, after the right hand was chopped up, that one was in the agony of being burned to death. The small golden scales that were abruptly embedded in the muscles of the palms were dug out.

"The remaining message reaction on the holy emblem - Captain, this person had a message before he died!"

The person who found the body immediately shouted to the leader.

For a time, everyone turned their attention to it.

The captain took over the holy emblem with a message technique with a cautious look, and then applied the divine technique to protect himself from psychic damage and prohibit the triggering of traps before opening it.

Although only a magical reaction was detected on it, I am not afraid of ten thousand just in case. Two hours is enough time for others to come over and do something.

After he input a little divine grace and activated the magic inside, the old and weak voice suddenly sounded:

"Listen... Whoever hears this. It means that you are a devout follower of Ra... Then please spread the news to the gods of the Pansa—"

Having said that, the voice grew older and weaker as it got older. In the background, a high-pitched prayer was faintly heard: "...All the people! You all should clap your hands and sing praises to God!"

Then, a long-lasting applause sounded like a long thunder or a tsunami and spread throughout the city. ,

And this time. The old voice took a breath, and then said intermittently: "Tail is back... We are betrayers... Don't ask for forgiveness... Do it first... Kill, He..."

Then, the message technique came to an abrupt end.

The executors were silent for a while, and then the leader seemed to suddenly realize: "Ah... he is dead."

"Dead...death is good. Dead is good. Otherwise, I'll kill him again...so I can't pull him up and kill him again... Kurt, you're right."

"That's exactly what you said."

Kurt replied without hesitation.

The leader nodded with satisfaction: "That's good... Well, I'm still normal."

Immediately, without waiting for the others to react, he reached out and crushed the badge directly.

"As long as my testimony is enough. When I see it, I feel so itchy, so itchy all over my body... I want to scratch my back with a steel fork, but I'm afraid of turning my liver out... so annoying……"

The leader, whose face was always serious, but his eyes were jumping nervously, was babbling about something messy.

Suddenly, he slapped himself hard, jumped his feet and growled, "We're not traitors! We're going to kill them righteously and put their feet on the ground—you're right, Kurt!"

"That's exactly what you said."

After getting the imagined answer, the madman then began to mutter something that only he could understand.

Anything like "You can't understand the professor's talent", or "That passing Druid is so pretty", his colleagues have learned to ignore it completely.

Suddenly, as if someone had flipped a switch, his voice stopped abruptly. His movements suddenly stiffened.

After a brief pause, he said hoarsely, "No...you go back first. Bring the news back. I'm going to a place."

"You must at least say the name of the place," Kurt said calmly as if used to it, "otherwise we won't be able to pick you up."

"I'm going to Frankfurt!"

The captain raised his hand happily and shouted: "My intuition tells me that they must be heading to Frankfurt! Catch them! Escape their livers and let them die!"

"Okay...let them die cluck-clack."

Kurt didn't care at all. He just took the captain's words with a serious look on his face.

And the other side.

"So, this must be the God of Contract's own conspiracy. He must be planning something to try to conceal the existence of the plague."

Roland said sternly: "At least ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Your Majesty Keni and Sivir will never allow such cruel things to happen."

Geno said to Roland a little uneasy: "However, you burned down a temple of Ra, it's a fact..."

"That's right. So we could be killed at any time, are you afraid?"

Roland showed a hearty smile.

"No... I'm not afraid..." Jeno's teeth touched, and he straightened his waist vigorously, and then collapsed all of a sudden, "But... Lord Roland... Where are we going now?"

"There is only one place."

Roland pondered for a while, then said, "Let's go to Frankfurt. The holy city of Frankfurt."

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