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Lizard City, Red Castle, Hall of Thousand Candles.
The dim firelight illuminated the open dome, and the large hall was quiet and deep.
Thousands of white candles burned on the iron shelves embedded in the stone wall. These candles are not ordinary household candles. They are as thick as an adult's arm, and their flames are as big as fists. However, they can only bring dim light and cannot illuminate deeper places.
The main color here is still the darkness of the night.
It's September now, it's the sweltering heat, and it's morning. The temperature outside is very high, but there's a hint of chill in the hall.
The thousands of burning candles didn't seem to bring much heat, and the firelight seemed to be sucked away by something.
If you look closely, you will see that the wall is cold and dark, without any reflection.
Perhaps the answer lies here - Abyssal Obsidian.
Abyssal obsidian is produced from an alien plane. It is cold, hard, and heavy. It has extremely high density and is extremely difficult to mine. However, other than absorbing heat and light, it has no other use value. Only the top powers will use it for construction.
For example, the Church of Light, the Supreme God Religion, or some kings.
"Bangdang..."
The heavy double doors were pushed halfway open, and the morning sun shone in, drawing an incandescent straight line on the ground.
In the dazzling light, a tall figure slowly walked in.
The falling steps were steady and powerful, and the heels struck the hard obsidian ground, making a crisp sound.
The strong figure caused the airflow, and the candlelight swayed slightly, flashing across a beautiful face.
With a quick glance, his eyes fell on the empty throne in front of him, and confusion appeared on the face that looked like an ice sculpture.
"No need to look, the Queen is not here."
A cold voice sounded from the darkness behind the throne.
Although it is cold, it also has a bit of softness, as if there is tenderness and charm in the bones. Even if the sword is in the throat and blood will be splashed three feet in the next second, you will still feel that the other party's voice is pleasant.
"It's you?"
The tall woman's voice was cold, and frost appeared on her beautiful face, as if she was suppressing some kind of anger.
"Haha~"
Along with an arrogant sneer, an elegant figure emerged from the darkness.
The white gauze skirt is round and plump, straight and slender, and the slender waist is wrapped with a silver belt, and then it rises and falls, which is shocking.
An arm as white as suet was exposed on the shoulder of the sleeveless shirt, and the gold ring on the arm was shining, bright and blurry.
Further up, the red lips are emerald green, but the face is like thousands of years of ice, ten thousand years of frost and snow, so cold that it makes one's teeth tremble.
Same tall, same cool, but compared to the former's dignity and quietness, there is more of a fatal temptation for men.
"Aren't you afraid of punishment for pretending to convey the Queen's will?" The voice was cold and disdainful.
"Compared with the Queen's punishment, I'm more looking forward to tearing off your disguise." There was provocation in his voice, and he walked towards the other party with a leisurely pace.
"Don't forget, you are just a beautiful vase."
"Haha, what are you? A nice magazine cover?"
As the two approached, the temperature dropped in vain and the candlelight dimmed.
"You know, how much I hate your pretended to be reserved face."
"Looks like we found common ground."
In the middle of the rotunda, two tall and elegant women faced each other, tit for tat, with their noses less than ten centimeters apart. If it weren't for the obstruction caused by the overly swollen breasts, they would probably have touched each other.
"You'd better stay away. As the eldest princess, I can hardly stand the stench of the poor nobles on your body."
"I should say this to you, Your Royal Highness, the way you pose in magazines is really disgusting. I can't even stand the air you breathe."
The conflict gradually escalated, and reserved words could no longer meet the needs, and more intense stimulation was needed. However, the dirty words of the wanderers in the streets and back alleys could not escape from the neat white teeth of the eldest princess and the great priest, so they chose to be more thorough. The way.
The two of them each took a step back.
"Come on, let me see you kneeling down and begging for mercy."
A cross sword took shape in the hands of the eldest princess. With a stroke of the sword, the holy light poured out. A golden patterned round shield was formed on the arm of the other hand, and the white wings stretched back. With a shake of the waist, the wings were fully opened.
White feathers floated in the air, and the ancient and sacred organ music sounded from the void. It was high-pitched and holy, piercing the dome, just like an angel descending and divine light appearing in the world.
"I'm going to make you regret your decision today."
The high priest stepped hard, and the hard abyss obsidian spread and cracked under the heel, and a black gold spear appeared in her hand. Sanskrit gold characters appeared on the body of the gun, and bursts of Sanskrit sounds came from the void, solemn and solemn, shaking the soul.
After a few seconds of silence, there was a scolding sound, and the two of them disappeared on the spot at the same time, and then bumped into each other.
"Bang!"
Huge sound waves spread in all directions, and the candlelight danced violently.
The two women each jumped a step away. This was just a tentative strike, and neither side went all out.
"She is quite strong. It seems that in addition to making decorations, she can also do some farm work." The eldest princess commented.
"Soon you will know that besides doing some farm work, I can also do other things, such as slaying dragons." The high priest said slowly, emphasizing the last two words very hard.
"How dare you!" the eldest princess shouted loudly, with anger on her face. The Red Dragon Principality was founded on the ancestral dragon Novasad. The dragon is synonymous with the Maris family, and slaying the dragon means slaying the Maris family.
With a sudden kick, he was ejected, and the sword edge moved upwards, stabbing directly into the vital points of the great priest's chest and abdomen. The killing intent of this sword was clear and unreserved, without any regard for the relationship between the same camp.
The sword's edge was as powerful as breaking bamboo, and the rolled up air blew out a large number of candles.
The starlight rapidly enlarged in his eyes, and the great priest concentrated on accumulating power. The moment the starlight reached his body, his body tilted, and the handle of the gun suddenly lifted up. With a "ding" sound, the stabbed sword flew away, and then he shot backhand, stabbing the opponent directly in the chest. He also went all out, not holding back at all because the opponent was the eldest princess.
The strong murderous intention is as real as substance.
The tip of the spear whirled forward, unstoppable, as if it was going to pierce through the chest. However, the eldest princess gave a sweet scolding and swung her shield. There was a muffled "bang" sound and the tip of the gun was hit. There was wind at the feet of the high priest, so he raised his leg and kicked it away. The eldest princess protected herself with a shield, kicked her long legs on the shield, and with great force, she immediately slid back several meters.
"drink!"
The high priest rushed forward to pursue, drawing a large arc with the spear in his hand, sweeping through thousands of troops and approaching the eldest princess's door. The gun body was carrying strong wind, and a large candle was extinguished, and the light in the hall became even dimmer.
But he saw the corner of the eldest princess' mouth curled up. Such a wide-open and wide-open move would definitely reveal its flaws. He immediately charged forward with his shield, blocked the spear strike, turned around and slashed at the opponent's waist with his sword.
"laugh!"
A flash of blood flew out, and a hole opened in the priest's robe. The wound wasn't deep, it just scratched the skin.
"Isn't it painful without psychic armor?" The eldest princess said with a happy face. Bright eyes and white teeth, but a smile that is indescribably cruel.
The high priest didn't say anything, but patted the wound on his waist. Green light flowed, and the wound healed immediately, leaving only the damage on his clothes. Even if there is only a small cut, the white snow exposed is still dazzling and fascinating.
The eldest princess raised her chin proudly, "If you kneel down now, ask Novasad for forgiveness, and lick my shoes clean, I can consider pardoning your death penalty."
"You must be dreaming."
The high priest swung his gun again, and the attack became more fierce, hitting the shield several times. With superior strength, he finally broke through the opponent's defense and kicked the opponent in the abdomen.
The eldest princess flew several meters and hit the obsidian wall with a snap, and the cracks spread out behind her like a spider web.
"Even if you have psychic armor, it will still hurt, right?"
The high priest pretended to be concerned, and the eldest princess gritted her teeth, resisting the blood boiling in her chest and abdomen, and stood up straight.
As his back left the wall, large pieces of stone peeled off, showing the power of this kick.
But considering their ranks, this damage is nothing.
"Only one of us can leave alive today!" the eldest princess announced with a pointed sword.
"That can't be you." The high priest said calmly.
The two looked at each other and moved slowly around the center of the hall, secretly accumulating strength while looking for each other's weaknesses.
The murderous intent on the two beautiful faces is getting stronger and stronger, like a thousand-foot cold pool or a ten-thousand-foot glacier, both of them are determined to kill each other quickly. Just when the murderous intention was about to reach its peak and fully explode, a voice suddenly sounded in the hall.
"I've only been away for a while, and you're planning on destroying my home?"
The voice was lazy and casual, as if he was about to fall asleep. The two women were startled at the same time and turned to look in the direction of the sound. At some point, a graceful figure appeared on the empty throne.
Her legs were crossed, leaning against the back of the chair, with one hand on the armrest, supporting her delicate little face, her ruby-like eyes blinking, as cute as a girl, but with a sense of wantonness. enchanting.
"Both of you are my darlings. It will hurt my heart to see you fighting."
Little porcelain fingers curled the hair hanging by her ears, and her voice was unhurried, "My enemies are all over the world, and your weapons should be aimed at those who block our progress, not each other."
After glancing at the two of them, the girl on the throne said slowly, "If you are really panicking..."
The corner of her mouth curved into a sly arc, "I'm happy to be your sparring partner."
"I know my mistake."
The two women spoke in unison and knelt down towards the throne.
"You admit your mistake so quickly?" His tone was slightly disappointed, "Why don't you struggle a little bit?" the girl on the throne suggested.
"My minister should not fight privately and let the queen worry." "My minister made a mistake and is willing to accept the queen's punishment."
The girl on the throne looked up at the dome, looking disappointed. In a blink of an eye, he returned to his lazy look before, "Now that the two lovers have settled their differences, please hold each other's hands, love each other from now on, and work together with this princess to achieve great things."
"yes."
In front of the throne, the two iceberg beauties held hands. I don’t know why, but that picture is indescribably weird. They were fighting to the death just now, but now they are holding hands, like best friends, standing hand in hand.
"You guys go back first. I just came back from outside and I need to rest."
"yes."
"Clang!"
When the heavy double doors closed, the two best friends who left hand in hand immediately shook off each other's hands.
"If I could, I'd really like to lose this hand."
"If the eldest princess really wants to do this, I am willing to do it for you."
Wherever the eyes touched, sparks burst out, and murderous intent was evident, as if they wanted to tear the other person into pieces in order to relieve the hatred in their hearts, and then turned around at the same time and left in their respective directions.
