Journey of the Legendary Wizard

The banquet is still going on.

Mayne, the genius of Black Purple City, the pure-blooded descendant of the mighty fifth-level spiritual ring Un'Goro, doesn't seem to take the previous things to heart. He is receiving a welcome. There are many flowers here. And the applause, the boasting of many people, and the admiration of many beautiful girls.

Not only Maureen and another Level 4 True Meaning, but even the other people, Mayne, who was intoxicated with the cheers, also didn't pay any attention.

Shelov's face was gloomy, and he was quietly watching the scene in front of him.

After a while, Serov turned around and walked to the remote back of the hall, where his body slowly disappeared into darkness and shadows.

In the shadows ahead, someone was already waiting, it was none other than Byron, Un'Goro's personal butler.

"Byron." Serov stared at Byron in front of him, he roared, a deep and deep voice came out of his throat, his dark brown hair rose, as if it was not a vampire, but a real lion.

"Sheroff... um!"

Byron looked at Sheloff, he bowed slightly, and wanted to say something, but the next moment, Sheloff moved and rushed over, slamming Byron heavily against the wall.

Byron moaned and roared in pain. He wanted to say something, but he couldn't say a word. In front of him, a pair of eyes kept staring at him. Sheloff.

"Byron, old Byron, have you forgotten your agreement with me? Didn't you say that you want to help me become the future owner of Black Purple City??" Serov's body trembled slightly, and he suddenly shouted , said: "How can you help me in this scene now, tell me, how can you help me?!"

"Look, look, Mayne, my nephew Mayne, how much praise he has received, his blood is very pure, after that, he married three vampire brides, not to mention he is more A pure-blooded descendant, just say himself, his own blood will be further purified, you said that there is something wrong with Mayne's blood, but now you tell me, what's wrong with him?" Serov's arm was heavily pressed on Byron's throat, his eyes were extremely fierce.

Byron's face has become extremely pale, he wants to speak, but he is just breathing hard, it looks extremely difficult.

Serov quietly looked at Byron, who was struggling. After a long time, when Byron was about to be unable to hold on, he moved his palm and released Byron.

"Byron,

Don't forget, old Byron, you said you were here to help me. Serov leaned down, he looked at Byron, who was coughing constantly and looked unusually embarrassed. He stretched out his hand and gently pulled Byron's messy collar. He looked into Byron's eyes and said, "You don't want to." Forgot, got it? "

"No... I won't forget it." Byron kept coughing, he looked a little flustered, and didn't dare to look at Serov at all.

Serov smiled slightly, he helped Byron tidy up the collar of his clothes, and then slowly stood up and said, "It will be the blood moon soon, and then Mayne will come to marry his bride, This is our last chance and we cannot miss it here."

"No, no Sheloff...cough...cough..."

Byron stood up slowly, he was talking, but his voice was broken and sounded very difficult.

"It's fine if you don't." Sheloff turned around, looked at Byron at last, and said, "Byron, God will not bless you. All we can do is to believe in ourselves."

Saying that, Serov turned around and left slowly.

After sitting on the ground for a while, Byron slowly stood up against the wall.

As if nothing had happened, he returned to the banquet and started to carry on other things. Finally, after a long time, the banquet was over. Byron asked the servants to clean up the place and wait until everything was done. After all recovered, he turned to leave.

However, Byron did not return to his room to rest. He came to the corner of a staircase and stood in front of the darkness. As his lips moved slightly, the darkness here changed silently and appeared in a The spooky dark door.

The other side of the door is also a staircase, winding down, I don't know where it leads.

Byron didn't hesitate much about the newly-appeared staircase. He walked in directly as soon as he moved.

He walked a long distance, walked up the stairs, walked through the tunnel, walked the last part of the road, and finally, he appeared in an underground hall.

The surroundings were dim, and there was a faint light flickering.

Byron went straight forward and came to the front of the high platform. He looked at the many believers in black robes gathered below, with a fascinated smile on his face.

"god……"

"God, god..."

The believers raised their arms high and cheered.

"God, God." Byron turned around, he looked at a huge statue in front of the high platform that was shrouded in huge darkness, only vaguely showing strange shapes, his face showed incomparable worship and fanaticism.

"You are above all, may you be blessed."

"God, the blood moon is coming. We have been waiting for a long, long time. The important moment is here, please be patient."

As Byron said, he knelt down on the ground and drew a strange prayer gesture on his chest, praying to the statue in front of him.

Many believers below the high platform also knelt on the ground, shouting the name of God, and also praying.

There was an indescribable aura in the air, the incomparable enthusiasm in the entire hall, the beliefs of those devotees, and in front of the statue, a black wave phantom appeared, gurgling gurgling. Zi, zi zi zi, like waves, and like a countless muddy water.

A faint purple light appeared in the eyes of God, and it circulated non-stop.

God finally finally opened his eyes, quietly staring at the earthly believers.

In a trance, countless moving voices rang out.

god.

God...

…………

The courtyard was deep, and the tall tree crowns propped up the branches and cast a dense shade of trees.

There was an old man in sackcloth under the big tree. He stared at the nicks on the stone table, his eyes were warm, but his brows were slightly frowned, as if he was caught in some thought.

Mary came under the big tree. She looked at the old man and felt a little uneasy.

"Your Majesty the Pope."

Mary bowed towards the old man, looking very respectful.

She is indeed very respectful, because this sackclothed old man is the Pope of the Eternal Light, and at the same time, he is also one of the only two sixth-level thrones in the wizarding world.

Throne of Light.

His name is Calfino, and he has been on the throne for a long, long time, and has guarded the Eternal Light for a long, long time.

"Mary, you shouldn't have come here." Calfino raised his eyes, looked at Mary in front of him, and said lightly, his eyes were warm, but there was an indescribable power in it, which made Mary bow her head, He didn't dare to look at him and said, "Angelo and the others killed our priest of the eternal holy light. Although you are a priest in red, you are here, and it is also very dangerous."

"Your Majesty, I'm just, just..."

Mary's lips moved slightly. He wanted to say something, but he couldn't say a word.

"He asked you to come here." Calfino seemed to think of something, he laughed, and said, "The person you brought back from the Principality of Lionheart Flame, their second prince, Alan."

Alan?

The man who stole the holy flame and finally left the Principality of Lionheart Flame, as if walking in endless light.

"I had a conversation with him."

Mary was silent for a moment, then she continued to speak, and said, "But, in fact, I want to come and see for myself."

"Your Majesty, I know it's very dangerous here, but I want to know why I can't become a real priest in red."

"Yes, I am the blood of the night bat, and it is one of the purest pure blood, but you adopted me, you have been using the power of light to wash my body, I have no dark breath now, it can be said that , I am a human girl, I have come to this step step by step, and finally, not long ago, I became a fourth-level true meaning, but I was not able to become a judge."

"Your Majesty... Your Majesty... I can't pull the sword of judgment, no matter how hard I try, I can't pull it out."

Mary spoke, her shoulders twitching slightly, looking very painful.

Beside her waist, there was a black cross sword, which hung quietly from her waist, and fell down, motionless, looking extremely indifferent.

"Mary, child, my child." Calfino came to Mary's side, he sighed, stretched out his hand, patted Mary's shoulder lightly, and said, "Judgment, the ruling that cuts all darkness is great. Priest, Mary, you have just become the fourth-level true meaning, this is too heavy for you, you…”

"Your Majesty, when I was nine years old, I took over the sword of judgment from you, and I decided that the judgment is my destiny in this life."

"Being with the light, slaying the darkness."

Mary's voice was soft, but in her voice there was an indescribable firmness.

Calfino looked at Marie quietly, and he shook his head.

"In Black Purple City, you can draw the sword of judgment." He looked at Mary and said this.

"When you don't need to go to the Blood Moon, kill your three sisters."

Mary trembled.

She raised her head, looked at Calfino in front of her, moved her body, and bowed down again.

"Thank you... Your Majesty, thank you, thank you for telling me." She said softly.

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