The United Kingdom of Beicanglan and Sasmir, with its capital at Midgard.
Prince Isaac was walking back and forth on the Eternal Cold Corridor of Frost Maple Palace, seeming to be thinking about something. Suddenly, there was a strange sound coming from the depths of the corridor, as if something heavy was shaking.
This strange noise attracted the attention of Prince Isaac. He looked at the deepest part of the Everfree Corridor and walked deeper into the corridor step by step. With every step he took, the floor tiles of the corridor were covered with thick Frost.
Prince Isas came to the deepest part of the Eternal Cold Corridor, in front of a door made of solid ice.
Behind this door lies the deepest secret of Bei Canglan and the Secret Order.
He pushed open the door made of solid ice and saw two neat rows of coffins. There were two types of coffins. The first row was made of black and purple wooden coffins, and the second row was made of blue ice. coffin.
Prince Isaac stared at the two rows of coffins, and he soon discovered the source of the noise just now.
The second coffin from the first row was shaking continuously and making bursts of noise. There were dense cracks on the black and purple coffin, and the entire coffin was about to shatter.
"Boom!"
With a loud noise, the black-purple coffin was completely shattered, and countless bright streams of light emerged from the broken coffin, and condensed into a vague human shape in front of Prince Isaac.
The vague human form transformed from the stream of light turned into reality in just a few seconds. She was a woman, and her face was exactly the same as that of Mulla, who was known as the first disciple of the sage.
"Your 'backup' was consumed, what happened?" Prince Isas asked.
"The mission went unexpectedly, and I met the fallen prophet."
Mura, who had just transformed into a physical form, was gasping for air. Adam's ability to ignore any rules and defenses and directly crush the target really frightened her. If it weren't for the "Sage" in the Hanmaple Palace in Midgard, "The "backup" left behind, I'm afraid she really has to hand it over to the Temple of Ten Thousand Demons.
"Adam, the prophet of the fallen sect? How could he come in person?"
"I don't know." Maura shook his head, "I have consumed all the accumulated secret runes this time, but I have not been able to cause any damage to the fallen prophet. If I want to recover to the previous level, I am afraid it will take at least 5 Years and above.”
"Did the Prophet take the initiative to attack you?"
"No, I attacked him first."
"...You are really brave."
"I wanted to give it a try, but it was obvious that my attempt failed." Mulla smiled bitterly.
"What are you going to do next?"
"After the mentor returns to the world, I will report Pandhimaninan's situation to him one by one. As for now, let's tell Luojia about this first and let her make the next decision."
"Okay, I just want to go to the front line for inspection next, and I will bring this news to Luojia." Prince Isaac nodded, "You just recovered from the backup, and your state is still too weak. Just stay in Hanfeng Palace to recuperate."
"Um."
Maura clutched her chest tightly, and the twisted smile turned into a pure white mask lingered in her mind.
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The Eastern Territory of the Sky Eagle Empire, Albany.
In a cafe on Devon Street in Queens, Jarend Seifer sat quietly in a corner, staring intently at the blood-stained ancient Canglan gold coin in his hand.
His eyes were bloodshot, he was muttering something, and his pale face showed some weakness and haggardness.
"Lord of Dark Gold, Lord of Greed, Lord of Shadows, Wrong God of Greed and Wealth, I praise your nobility, my Lord, accept my offering."
Jarend's voice was hoarse and weak. He had repeated this paragraph nearly two hundred times today.
But tens of seconds passed, and the scene that Jelend was familiar with did not appear. The deep shadow from Pandimaninan did not swallow up the gold coin in his hand. The ancient Canglan gold coin stained with blood was still lying in his hand. On the palm of your hand.
"...Failed again?" Jarend held the gold coin tightly, and his thin body began to tremble uncontrollably, "It's impossible, it won't happen, do it again, I'll do it again."
Jarend bit another cut on his already bloody finger, and then slowly dripped the blood from the wound onto the gold coin.
He held up the gold coin religiously and continued to murmur repeated words in an imperceptible voice.
"Lord of Dark Gold, Lord of Greed, Lord of Shadows, Wrong God of Greed and Wealth, I praise your nobility, my Lord, accept my offering."
"...."
"...."
"Did it fail again? No, no, it should be a problem with the gold coins. I'll change one, and I'll change another one."
Jarend carefully put away the blood-stained gold coin, and then took out an identical ancient Canglan gold coin from his pocket. However, because Jarend's fingers had been bitten by him and were bloody, Without holding one firmly, the gold coin slipped from his fingertips and fell to the ground.
"No, no, it's okay. It's just an accident. It's okay."
Jerlend stammered to himself. He lay on the ground, looking for the ancient Canglan gold coin that had fallen to the ground, like a child who accidentally lost his toy.
Jerlend at the table
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