"Count Macacius? What do you think of this?" Vitor turned his head to the side, staring at the largest nobleman in Norton Province with his ruby-like eyes.
"What do you think? I think our Governor has roughly figured out the details. Not only the deal with the pirates, but also the dirty things that everyone is doing, the Governor must also be aware of it. You brought everyone here, it's nothing more than I'm just here to hold the army accountable." Count Macassius looked directly into Vitor's eyes. From the other person's eyes, he could see the slow anger. He was probably aware of the things he had hidden in the shadows. More than half.
The expressions of the nobles and officials present suddenly changed. They never expected that Count Macassius would bring the matter to light.
"You are right. The evidence I have is not just the pirates' letters. I do know part of the dirty things everyone has done. Some people are deeply involved in it, and some are still somewhat kind. There are no Soaked in these filth.”
Vitor's rose-red eyes were faintly burning with anger, and he said word by word: "But the dirtiest one belongs to you, Count Macassius, the one who sold living people to the classical school of the Alchemy Society. Help a madman and send innocent lives one after another into the fallen sect. In your eyes, what does human life mean?"
As soon as Vitor finished speaking, many nobles present were shocked. They knew that Count Macassius did run a lot of underground industries, but they did not expect that he was actually related to these two notorious evil sects. associated.
The fallen sect, which worships the world-destroying "Seven Sins" as the supreme god, and the classical sect of the Alchemy Society, which believes in the evil god "Ouroboros", are obviously worse than the Arcane Society, which studies forbidden magic.
"Oh, it sounds grand. Those who really don't value human life are the superiors standing above the palace." Count Macassius took out the bottle of potion from his shirt pocket. He knew that he would do it. Once those things are broken, there is no way out.
"The superior? Who are you referring to?"
"For example, His Majesty the Emperor, who has been basically ignored, or the most powerful official in the Sky Eagle Empire."
As soon as Macacius said these words, Vitor's expression suddenly became extremely gloomy.
When it comes to Sky Eagle's most powerful official, if you ask 10 people, 11 people will say it is the Grand Duke of the North, Arthur Rogge.
And that was Vittor's father.
"I originally wanted to give face to the new aristocratic group behind you and drag you to the Imperial Court for a fair trial, but with your arrogant attitude, even if you were really dragged to the Imperial Court, it probably wouldn't be the same. A sign of repentance." Vitor drew out the long sword from his waist, and a blazing fire began to emit from the edge of the sword.
"Then I can only do it more simply, and at the same time reduce the business pressure on the judges of the Imperial Court."
"Haha, now that we have come to this point, I have nothing to miss." Macacius looked at Vitor who had drawn his sword. With no way out, he poured the green potion in his hand without thinking. In the mouth.
"Flame Flower."
As Vitor's words fell to the ground, a fiery flower turned from flames suddenly exploded from Marcassius's chest. The temperature of the conference hall suddenly increased, and Marcassius's chest was exploded. There was a big hole, dripping with blood, and even charred flesh and blood spattered onto the round table.
"ah!"
Many aristocratic officials present let out shrill screams. Never had they seen such a bloody scene. A young female aristocrat sitting next to Count Macassius had blood spattered on her face and fainted from fear. In place.
"It hurts." Count Macacius muttered. A big hole was blown out of his chest. Burnt flesh and blood were scattered on the round table in the conference hall. It was a mess everywhere.
Count Macacius was not an extraordinary person, but at this moment, he still sat there as if nothing happened even though a big hole was opened in his chest. This was obviously not something ordinary people could do.
"Reshape." Count Macacius said lightly. The flesh and blood scattered on the round table suddenly gathered into a pile and returned to Macacius's body. The horrific wounds on his chest were receding at a speed visible to the naked eye. Healing, within a few seconds, the intact Count Macassius returned to everyone's sight.
"My Lord Governor, it's my turn now." Macacius's dark brown pupils revealed bursts of light. He raised his arm, and the arm under his long sleeves suddenly turned into a thick tentacle and struck at the round table. Theme.
"Secret skill. Lion's heart."
Vitor's body is condensed with extraordinary power. With the help of this special fighting technique, the extraordinary power he has condensed will be completely integrated into his body and turned into an almost solid point.
Whether used for attack or defense, this extremely pure and extraordinary power will bring him an astonishing improvement in a short period of time.
Vitor raised his right arm and easily withstood the tentacle's whip, leaving only a shallow white mark on his slender arm.
But the Round Table, which was also whipped by the tentacles, collapsed directly, and its power was evident.
"Turning yourself into a monster, refining the life of an alchemist? Is this the method you rely on? It doesn't look like much." Vitor mocked Macacius.
"Damn it." Count Macacius was obviously a little angry when he saw that the attack failed to work.
He waved his arms that turned into green tentacles and continuously attacked Vitor's position, but even though he had tried his best, he only shattered the governor's uniform that Vitor was wearing, and did not attack Vitor. Thor deals any effective damage.
"It's not painful or itchy, Count Macassius, have you beaten enough? It's my turn to fight back." Vitor's rose-red eyes seemed to be burning with flames, and his white neck suddenly Several centipede-like black lines emerged.
Since normal means could not kill Macassius, Vitor used some abnormal means.
At this moment, in Vitor's vision, the image of Count Macassius was no longer the nobleman wearing gold-rimmed glasses, but turned into a ball of fire, a raging fire that extended to most of the conference hall.
In this period of terrifying black flames, Vitor saw countless twisted and struggling human faces, and heard countless miserable cries and wailings.
The size of the flame measures the other party's sin. The depth of Macacius's sin can be seen from this twisted flame.
"Macacius...you are such a beast!"
Vitor took a deep breath, with a hint of determination and determination in his expression.
"...ignite!"
The next second, blazing black flames ignited from Count Macassius. The raging fire turned into a whirlwind and wrapped around the opponent's twisted body. The black fire swept through and affected most of the conference room, but it did not hurt except Maca. Anyone but Count Hughes.
"No! No! Impossible! Reshape! Reshape me!" Macacius roared and wailed, but to no avail.
With his body temporarily alienated, he could reshape his body at will with the help of potions, but he could not reshape his burning soul.
"No!"
In the painful wailing of Macacius, the rich black fire gradually dissipated, and Macacius' body was burned in the flames. Only a medicine bottle with strange patterns was left on the empty seat.
Amid the horrified and frightened eyes of many nobles in the conference room, Vitor slowly walked to Macacius's seat and picked up the bottle with strange patterns carved on it.
A small amount of green liquid remained in the exquisite medicine bottle. This unknown medicine was the cause of Macacius's physical changes.
"New research from the Alchemy Society? Or..."
Vitor squinted his eyes slightly and saw that this exquisite medicine bottle was engraved with many patterns like tree branches. They were entangled with each other and the branches were lush.
There is also a golden apple engraved on the bottom of the medicine bottle. The dazzling color and the many branches and branches make the apple look very conspicuous.
"Apple..." Vitor stared at the golden apple carved on the bottom of the medicine bottle, and some past events hidden deep in his memory began to come to his mind.
In a daze, he seemed to see that strange smiling face painted with scarlet paint again.
Vitor now only felt that his hands and feet were limp and his consciousness was groggy. He felt that his body began to become stiff, and a strange phantom wearing a mask kept appearing in his mind.
Suddenly, as if he had been stimulated by something, he collapsed weakly to the ground.
"Lord Governor!"
In the voice of Luas, Vitor slowly closed his eyes. For some reason, after touching the golden apple pattern, the twisted phantom that only existed in his teenage dreams unexpectedly reappeared. in his mind.
For some unknown reason, his consciousness fell into a coma, and his body seemed to be out of control, unable to muster any energy or strength.
He feels tired, and now he just wants to take a good rest...
.......
In the captain's cabin, Pleasant opened his eyes in the darkness. He had that dream again, the dream that had been in his mind since eight years ago.
"The old guy's death doesn't make me feel at ease." Plisson stood up and poured a glass of water.
He put the glass of water back on the cabinet next to the bed, and was about to go back to bed to rest, but he accidentally glanced at the mirror erected opposite the bed.
In the mirror was a middle-aged man with messy black hair. He had a pair of extremely deep black eyes. His face was as pale as a corpse and lifeless. The stubble all over his face ruined his otherwise handsome face. Less, but this middle-aged man can still be called handsome...if you ignore the horrific scar on his face.
"Is it...a hallucination?" Pleasant patted his head. At this moment, he took a closer look. In the mirror opposite the bed, there was only a pale version of himself. How could there be the one who appeared in the mirror just now? middle-aged man.
"I have to say, he and I look more and more alike." Plisson smiled to himself.
"You have already reached reality, but you still fantasize about the things in your dreams. Pleasant Wilson, you are such a pathetic person." Pleasant lay back on the bed and muttered to himself.
"We will arrive at our destination soon. I hope I can get a satisfactory result this time..."
