Dust of History Chapter 92: Rampage (medium)

"Where has Inham been during this time?"

"I'm not too sure. Inham just told me that he had some urgent personal matters to deal with and then left." Bishop Adela replied with his head bowed.

The pope looked around. In the hall, the screens on the dozens of crystal **** that originally reflected the situation in the wild highland have all been extinguished. Without the command of the magician, the puppet Hawkeye can't move for a long time.

"Personal urgent matter?" The Pope pondered, wondering if it was because of this extraordinary period that he was a little uneasy.

He understands the energy of this half-subordinate and half-ally. Although he seems to be alone and does not have any huge power, the things he can do are greater than absolutely any power.

Especially now, when the relationship with this ally has become very delicate, we need to cooperate with him, and of course we need to guard against him. necessary.

"Get him back as soon as possible."

"But Your Majesty, I don't know where he is now..."

"If you don't know, go find a way. I know you must have a way. Right?" "You remind him that Bishop Jiawei has been feeling unwell recently and cannot eat. We are helpless, and he may need to come and see..."

"But Your Majesty... I really don't know..."

"Don't worry, maybe he will come back after dealing with those urgent matters in a short time. He should know that with Bishop Jiawei's body, he may not last long." The Pope said coldly.

"Looks like we don't have much time to wait."

In the crystal ball, the streets of Oufu are full of running orcs. Although they can't transmit the sound, they can feel the deafening and noisy howls of the orcs just by looking at the scene. The fully armed werewolves and ogres of the brigade are gathering, with armor on their bodies. The huge weapons in his hands reflected a ferocious light in the sunlight, and all of them were terrifying weapons that could turn ordinary people into flesh in an instant.

There are also orcs driving huge bulls. Riding a wolf, flying wyverns in mid-air, these animals were also excited and howling amidst the murderous aura and stench in the air. The whole Oufu is like a huge bomb that is about to explode.

Under such an atmosphere. Of course, no one will pay attention to the few small birds hidden in the shadow of the eaves of the tall buildings. These small animals are also motionless as if they are dead, just quietly watching everything outside with lifeless eyes.

"Unfortunately, Mr. Sedros' last wish cannot be fulfilled for the time being, at least for now, you can't inform them that there are eagle-eyed puppets watching them... It made you break your long-standing principles. I'm really sorry .But it won't be long before they find out."

"There are enough broken principles now. I originally decided not to kill anyone." Grandma Al also looked at the crystal ball lightly. Something not quite the same as before. "So you'd better pray that everything goes well this time. I can feel like I'm a little out of order."

"I know you're not in a good mood, but it will take a day or two at most for our lovely orc friends to leave... just right, that's basically my limit, and I've been away for too long in this environment , Magnus will definitely not be very happy... But as long as Oufu starts to act, Celeste will basically have no major problems. I will ensure that everything goes well there, and the rest is that sister's There is a problem."

"Give me a Celeste teleportation scroll." Granny Al said suddenly.

"Sorry, no." Inham shook his head.

"I'm not negotiating with you now." Granny Al's voice turned cold. It was just cold before, but now it has become as cold as a knife.

"I'm sorry, everything is within the scope of negotiation now. Because this deal is too big, big enough to include us all." Inham shrugged, the smile on his face still unchanged.

"I don't like being led by the nose, and my patience with you has gradually approached my bottom line..." Granny Al looked at Bishop Inham with sharper and sharper eyes, as if on fire. Red needle. "You have to believe that I have at least a hundred ways to make your life worse than death."

"You have to believe that it will do no one any good." Inham looked at Granny Al. Sharp, he was like a bottomless abyss, without any reaction.

The two looked at each other for a while, and Inham finally took out a scroll from his arms. "I can't give you Celeste's scroll, but here is another one, which may be just as useful to you. You don't need to say that I hold you back. In fact, everyone is not for themselves, but they don't care much about themselves. life."

Shiny Castle.

"You're finally back. How are you? Are you done with your personal affairs?" The Pope looked at Bishop Inham who had just returned, and asked with a sigh of relief.

"Thank you, Your Majesty, for your concern. It's almost settled." Inham nodded to the Pope. "I'm ready to activate the eagle-eyed puppet..."

"Well, there is no need to panic for a while. Bishop Jiawei is not in good health. You should go and see first, but with your care, I believe it will get better soon."

"Thank you, Your Majesty...just, I have one thing I hope Your Majesty can agree to."

"Oh? Tell me." The Pope was a little surprised. Inham had never asked him for any conditions or asked for anything.

"The wreckage of the two dead knights... I hope you can give it to me."

"You want that? What are you doing?" The Pope was slightly taken aback. These two monsters created by the most profound necromancer magic are indeed magical works of art, but in my own hands, the meaning is completely different from that of a necromancer. He had to think carefully.

"A friend of mine is very interested in magic research in this area. He promised that as long as I give it to him, he will find a way to heal my son's injuries. Although it is impossible to cure him, at least he will be better than now A little bit, so... Please give me those two dead knights, Your Majesty, I will definitely remember your kindness..."

"Needless to say, just take it. I hope your friend can really heal Bishop Javier, and I also look forward to seeing him stand up again

Come on. The Pope nodded. The person he had been wary of all this time gave in and pleaded, which made him a little relieved after being surprised. This seemed to show that the other party seemed to have indeed recognized the position under him in his heart.

The most important thing is that now is indeed the time when he is needed the most, as long as this period is passed smoothly and the plan is implemented smoothly... Such a danger

The characters don't have to live in the world. And it's not too far from the time when the plan is implemented, and he can't play any tricks in such a short time. He has also seen the injuries on Jia Wei's body. There is absolutely no one in the world who can heal such injuries. It is definitely a miracle to make him wake up halfway without making him stand up.

In the holy and majestic Glory Castle, even the basement is so clean, dry, and bright, like a room in a mid-range hotel.

Jia Wei was lying on a soft bed in the basement. He had been lying on it for a long time, and he might spend his whole life lying on it.

Strictly speaking, the injury on his body is not an injury, but Sandro's use of necromantic magic to twist and knead all the functions, vitality, and tissues in his body into a tight knot. His bones and muscles are already connected to each other. In some places, the functions of blood vessels and nerves are completely reversed. The liver participates in the function of breathing and the lungs can digest food. Even all his consciousness and spiritual power were twisted into a ball by necromantic magic.

No one can say that he is dead, but no one can be sure whether he is really alive.

"This is a gift for those who were killed by him and those who were killed by you" This is a line written by Sandro on his back.

Only when looking at Javi, the charming smile on Inham's face disappeared completely, and there was only sadness and helplessness that could not be concealed.

The bodies of two undead knights have been delivered~IndoMTL.com~ They were split in two by the great sword of beheading by the archangel that day. It is no different from cutting a finger, but the important thing is that it is not an ordinary weapon that cuts them off, but a beheading giant sword condensed from materialized white magic.

That archangel was formed by the spiritual sustenance of countless beliefs, as well as the magical power and thought power left by hundreds of top white magicians in the Glory Castle after their deaths. At that time, it was just white magic that filled the air. It is enough to bring the dead back to life as if receiving a top-level healing technique, not to mention the strongest, most powerful and most destructive beheading giant sword condensed by this thought power and magic power.

No matter how clever the secret technique left by Archibald, no matter how superb Shante's necromantic magic is, it is impossible to compete with this power beyond human beings. The bodies of the necromantic knights, as well as the magic structure in their bodies, were completely washed by the huge white magic contained in that sword. Now these are no longer two undead knights, but just two extremely precise and powerful bodies.

"Please, Teacher Stephen." Inham bowed to the ground to the old man who walked in with him.

Author's ps: Doing things here and there, I finally got the machine done... I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm late, I'm late...