Real Name God

"... Rasputin, what exactly do you want to do?"

"Nothing to do with you."

Richard gave a soft smile, but his tone was not polite.

"Your Excellency, the Hanged Man, you seem to be a little too nervous. You have lost your previous demeanor, which is not good." "...I hope you won't regret it."

Said the old voice.

Immediately, the chubby larva, which was used as a "messenger" by the black wizard, tilted his head, and green greasy plasma flowed from his mouth. Howard's consciousness disappeared on this dead body, and he didn't know where it came back—maybe it was a cave buried deep in the ground, or the body of the Lord of Worms.

No matter what, as long as his head is not broken, he will definitely choose to slip away.

......

The dark clouds in the sky gathered again.

The wind and rain never stopped. Even after experiencing the earth-shattering scene at the moment when the "Judgment Day" appeared, the dark rainy night still persisted stubbornly outside the "big hole" caused by the space-based strike. Soon, everything about the dark wizard disappeared in the wind and rain.

A legendary wizard will always have a hundred ways to erase his breath.

Howard did not intend to continue to dissuade. He had no reason, and no way to stop the decision of a wizard leader.

After the opponent completely disappeared from the field of vision, Richard's smile converged, revealing a serious expression.

——Because he perceives the threat of Howard Newlen.

Perhaps the plague spreading on the magic tower was caused by some kind of magic that he gave to the young wizard "Arest Crowley"?

It is for this reason that Richard has a very bad impression of the Hanged Man. Even more directly, he had murderous intent on the old man.

This kind of random play with other people's lives as experimental objects made Richard unacceptable.

Although the Dark Tower Wizard group has no morality or bottom line on the whole, he has witnessed the whole process of a living person from a normal person to a human-eating monster that is neither human nor ghost.

In a sense, this is more cruel than simply killing people: this approach not only deprives the right to life, but also destroys the dignity of the subject.

Since seeing Howard can control the Lord of Worms, and getting the "Valle of the Red Death" from him, this mentality has become stronger.

——In order for him to live at ease, this old man must die.

Richard now understands a little bit why all the regular forces in the Mayan world regard the black wizard as an enemy that must be expelled and destroyed.

Even though it is possible that in the entire group, not all of them are bad guys through and through, but the areas studied by the dark wizards are too dangerous and may cause a huge disaster at any time.

"Magic Tower Civil War..."

Richard's eyes flickered.

Everything, everything, will return to the tower. The end will not be declared until the moment when the winner is decided, see the score.

......

I don't know when, in the distance beyond the reach of eyesight, the white mist once again thickened.

The one hundred thousand demons summoned by the black magic, after Howard left, should have been ignorant to return to the original place: the lair or the cave, but they seemed to be attracted by something again, and continued their collective action .

As far as the eye can see, there are shadows and illusory and vague outlines everywhere, and one or two screams can be heard from time to time.

At the same time, in the disturbing rustling sound of blockbuster movies, there is also a noticeable sound: it is heavy, full of pressure, and has a fixed frequency.

The voice rumblingly echoed in the ears, and the scale was almost as if thousands of troops were charging; on the other hand, it didn't appear rush at all, it was closer to a slow walk.

Soon, a weird shadow appeared in the fog.

His body is huge and strong, at least three to four people tall; his upper body is a human magnified several times, but his lower body is exceptionally strong, with four muscled thick thighs and hairy hoof feet, which looks like it is People who only appear in the myth.

This man and horse slowly moved forward, about to leave the mist-covered wilderness and enter Richard's field of vision.

Who is that guy? It doesn't look like an ordinary demon.

Richard has no plans to study in depth, let alone communicate with such non-humans who are not easy to mess with at first glance.

What's more, he has his own guess: Richard believes that this figure is probably the one who cooperated with Howard and manipulated the fog demon behind the scenes.

"...You are deceiving him, are you? What do you want?"

At this moment, Joan Borgia's voice rang in his ears again.

Richard turned his head in astonishment and saw that the other party was barely propping up his eyelids, and his eyes were staring at him.

His expression looked sad and unhappy, as if he had recovered his calm.

Qiong'an's breath was still weak, but his consciousness had been sober.

Richard was not surprised for long, but just replied like this:

"It's a good thing for you."

Unexpectedly, the influence of the legendary plague on knights of the same level would be weakened to this point... Richard was calm on the surface, but he was worried in his heart.

In the bottle of the Red Death, there is about two use amounts.

Do you want to do it again before letting your real name take the shot?

...No, according to the principle of the plague, I am afraid that the second time will be even weaker.

The wonderful thing about the Bottle of Red Death is that ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ it can formulate different types of plagues according to the needs of users.

If the selected target is only one person, the power of black magic contained in it can be affected even by the Extraordinary of the legendary rank; and if you choose to adjust the "density" to the lowest, the range will be increased to the maximum, which can affect To the whole country.

As for the effect, it differs depending on the level of individual immunity; for a legendary knight like Joan Borgia, I’m afraid it’s only necessary to wait until the effect of the curse dissipates and the body regains control of the magic power, relying on him. The immunity is enough to resist.

Richard has reason to believe that the bottle of the Red Death that Howard handed him is a castrated version. At least there is only magic in it, but there is no corresponding knowledge-this does not match the definition of "forbidden creation" that the dark wizards longed for.

"Do you know who the other person is?"

After a moment of silence, Richard asked.

"I'm afraid...I am a remnant of the Empire."

Qiong An answered without any hesitation. He also saw now that "Rasputin" didn't mean to kill him, otherwise he would have done it long ago. But the demons are different, and I must hope that the people of the Holy See will die.

Therefore, in order to emphasize the threat, Qiong An has no intention of concealing it. Telling the truth is the best way.

"In terms of appearance, it should be a descendant of'Samikina', one of the 72 demon aristocrats. They are proficient in spirituality and spiritualism. There is a superstition among the people that it will be written with its own pattern. With Zhang’s amulet placed under the pillow, he can talk to the dead in his dream."

"Thanks for answering."

Richard nodded slightly, and indeed made a decision that was in line with Qiong An's expectations......

When the sagittarius demon walked out of the fog, the black robe figure had disappeared in place.