Quadruple split.

Chapter 808
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In the territory of the holy mountain Sumer, above the peak where the Whispering City is located

Accompanied by a black flame, Tom Lestrange quietly appeared in the sky. He looked down at the ordinary low peak below him with an indifferent expression. The beautiful eye on the left Suddenly distorted into cat-like slender red vertical pupils, and fine bloodshot eyes appeared in the white of the eyes.

In the next second, the chains intertwined with countless "whispers" that were originally perfectly hidden in the shallow space appeared in his field of vision, and the two strings of characters closest to him flickered rapidly, and if there was any real miserable green light Almost touched the sole of Tom's shoe.

"False talk about the Great Magic Formation?"

Tom frowned, and the pupil on the left returned to normal in an instant. The wand, which never left his body, was perpendicular to his index finger, and strands of emerald electric sparks flashed at the end, as if expressing his dissatisfaction to the master.

This dark red 'weapon', about [-] centimeters long, seemed to feel offended.

However, Tom didn't pay attention to this detail. Compared with his ancestors who were silent about this 'weapon', this young man standing quietly in the north wind never had the slightest awe of it. After all, in his eyes Here, a weapon is a weapon, it has nothing to do with high or low, only strong or weak.

Talent needs to be divided into high and low.

Tom Lestrange knew from the day he was sensible that he was destined to be the best of all, the best of all.

That being the case, there is naturally no reason why even a weapon cannot be controlled.

"open."

Tom clenched his wand tightly, drew the outline of a keyhole in mid-air, and lightly landed on the invisible large array below him.

Boom——

Accompanied by a slight buzzing sound, although this large-scale magic circle still maintains its integrity, it has quietly opened a back door to the existence of 'Tom Lestrange', in other words, From this moment on, the so-called [Great Magic Array of Rumors] was useless to Tom.

It is true that the large formation that gathered the accumulated strength of the entire Whispering City for several months was able to stop even the ordinary legendary level powerhouses for a while, and Tom's strength is still far from the legendary level. It stands to reason that it should be difficult It is only right to break through this magical array full of the power of evil gods.

However, the black magic he has practiced since he was a child has never been very reasonable. In addition, because he is also a whispering cultist, Tom was able to analyze this magic circle quite smoothly, so he was able to easily create a magic circle on it. hole out.

But the hole was opened, but he didn't have the idea of ​​going to the city to report the news immediately. Instead, he pointed at himself with his wand in a leisurely manner, and then disappeared from his body in a way that ordinary people couldn't understand, and crossed the short peak. He flew directly over the battlefield in front of Whispering City.

"What a shame~"

Just glanced down casually, Tom couldn't help but sneered, smacked his lips and sighed: "Is this place a battlefield or a slaughterhouse?"

There is one thing to say, although Tom's complaints are a bit exaggerated, they are not groundless. After all, among the nearly thousand corpses, at least [-]% are whispering believers belonging to the Northeast Diocese, although most of them are not worth much. However, considering that the combat power used by the enemy is not much stronger, and the number of dead in battle is at most less than one-fifth of that of Whispering City, this scene is actually quite shocking.

Even Tom had to admit he was taken aback.

"Even if I am a layman in war, it is not difficult to guess."

The young man gently stroked his blond hair that was a little messed up by the wind, and said with his hands behind his back: "If this continues, let alone winning, these bastards may not even persist until Lucius brings someone over. I can do it."

He moved his eyes carelessly, and after half a minute, he locked his eyes on a high platform of earth elements not far away that was obviously summoned temporarily, and narrowed his eyes slightly.

An old orc who might pose a threat to him is standing there, followed by two young men, a man and a woman. The man seems to be a clergyman, and his strength is obviously rubbish at the trash level, while the woman is wearing A set of gorgeous and slim knight armor, it looks pretty, and its strength is stronger than that of men, but it is only of ordinary high-level level, even if it can use some divine arts, it will definitely not be able to resist two of its own moves.

【Is that old man the commander】

Tom licked the corner of his mouth, a bloodthirsty red light flashed in his eyes, and he murmured in a low voice, "Would you like to do me a favor and give the archbishop who was beaten to shack in the city a favor? In that case, probably It will be of great benefit to Lucius, too."

He seemed to ponder, and the slender wand twirled rapidly between his fingers.

Two seconds later—

"Tch, it's none of my business."

Tom shook his head. After all, he still didn't make a move. Instead, he spun around in the air and disappeared in place with a tearing sound.

And in the next second, it appeared in front of the entrance of the core area buried deep underground in Whispering City.

"who!"

The two guards, who are both high-ranking knights, pulled out their weapons nervously, and shouted at the young man who suddenly appeared in front of them. The two knights who vaguely knew what happened on the ground were already nervous. When Tom, a young man they had never seen before, appeared in such a sensitive area, they were naturally nervous.

Tom, who was just over [-] meters tall, frowned, looked up at the two apologist knights who were at least two heads taller than him, and said calmly, "Take me to see Archbishop Eden."

"What did you say?!"

One of the guardian knights stared at Tom coldly, and shouted sharply, "Who are you?"

"none of your business."

Tom answered very briskly.

There is one thing to say, just this attitude, no matter what worldview it is placed in, it is very emotionally unintelligent and very unpleasant.

Coupled with the fact that this is the general base of the Northeast Diocese, the apologist knights are naturally full of confidence.

So the two of them didn't talk nonsense, and directly swung the [Holy Sword of Silence] in their hands, and slashed at Tom in unison.

The knight on the left chopped off his right arm, and the knight on the right chopped off his left arm. The cooperation was incomparable, and they both [recited] a divine word in their hearts before drawing their swords, and blessed themselves with a silent BB.

You must know that the guardian knights of the Whispering City are not the gangsters under Griphook before, but the core armed forces of the Northeast Diocese that even Lucius can hardly touch. The regular knights under the Dawn and Sun sects are stronger, and the equipment on their bodies is also blessed with a lot of divine arts. Although they only have high-level strength, they can fight even if they meet epic-level powerhouses!
But
"Bound body in blood armor."

Tom waved his wand lazily and muttered listlessly.

In the next instant, two puddles of blood gushed out from the air above his shoulders, dyeing the gray-white square bricks under the three people's feet bright red, and then there were two mournful howls, and not far away Those high-ranking believers who were rushing past with missions couldn't help but glance at this side.

I don’t know, I’m scared.

However, the two guardian knights retreated a few steps with pale faces, a large amount of blood continued to overflow from the gaps in their shoulder armor, and the weapons in their hands slipped to the ground at the same time, and they lost their fighting power in an instant.

"You have good skills. If you stop slowly, I'm afraid there will be no 'hands' to stop in the future."

Tom made a leisurely comment, then flicked his wand again, through some unknown force, healed the bone-deep wounds in the armor of the two knights in front of him, and glanced at the blood on the ground with some disgust, He muttered: "Blood without trace."

Then the ground became inexplicably clean.

Lots of redundant details, but Tom likes it.

"I am the adjutant of High Bishop Lucius Lestrange, and I was ordered to report to Archbishop Eden."

The wand in Tom's hand burst out with a silver light, although it was imperceptible, it was soul-stirring: "Please lead the way, both of you."

"it is good."

The two knights smiled kindly, one gave way and the other led the way, and they took Tom in very naturally.

They should.

They have to.

"Thank you."

Tom, who had done unnecessary things again, smiled, and then followed the two into the core area hidden deep underground in Whispering City.

Even though he knew very well that even if he didn't use the method of [Soul Constipation], he could quickly see that Archbishop Eden just by saying what he said just now, but he still did something superfluous.

Because he likes this kind of privilege based on strength, the privilege that allows him to do whatever he wants.

Even if he feels a little boring at times, it still keeps him entertained.

After all, Tom Lestrange has never had a so-called goal in life, and even the pursuit of power is inconsistent.

Otherwise, if he really wanted to know the whereabouts of something, he could just use the same method to give Lucius a [Spiritual Constipation], so why would he join the Whispering Sect that he didn't like?
Tom is such a boring person who likes to do superfluous things.

fifteen minutes later

"This is what Lord Lucius asked me to convey, and it is convenient to say, Your Excellency the Archbishop."

Tom sat on the chair carelessly, nodded perfunctorily to the old man in front of him, and saluted.

"Well, thank you for your hard work, this... uh."

Eden, with a very heavy heart, was at a loss for words for a while, because it was only then that he suddenly remembered that the somewhat arrogant young man in front of him seemed to have not reported his name.

Immediately afterwards, a high-ranking priest next to him who was good at flattering immediately took a step forward and whispered in Eden's ear: "My lord, I remember that this is Lucius' only son, named Tom Lay"

hum-

A dazzling green light flashed, and under the watchful eyes of more than a dozen pairs of eyes, the high-ranking bishop fell down straight, and hit the ground before his round face that didn't even have time to show pain. No interest.

he died.

Dead simply and neatly.

The death is inexplicable and inexplicable.

But the murderer was still sitting on the chair calmly, with the wooden stick in his hand firmly facing the place where the round-faced priest stood before he fell down, which was less than half a meter away from Archbishop Eden, and said with a smile : "My lords, just call me Lestrange."

"You killed him?"

An old lady whose face was so pale that she looked like a bloodseeker stared at Tom like a vulture, and asked sharply: "You killed a high priest in front of the statue of our Lord in full view? !"

Tom nodded: "It seems so."

"How dare you"

The old lady's screams stopped suddenly, because she was horrified to find that the wand in the young man's hand had been pointed at her at some point.

The others also did not speak, and the atmosphere in the prayer room suddenly became extremely awkward and dull.

After a long while, Archbishop Eden, who is still the highest here, broke the silence
"You are strong, young, and not quite like your father."

The old man looked at Tom peacefully with kind eyes.

"I think so, and I'm glad you can say that."

Tom raised his eyebrows and sat up a little to show respect.

"Why did you kill Mr. Beagle?"

"Because I don't really like being called by my first name."

"and then?"

"Isn't that reason enough?"

"Is it."

Archbishop Eden took a deep breath, raised his hand and waved away the high-level cadres of the Northeast Diocese who were sweating profusely. After a while, he smiled and said, "You are really powerful."

"so what?"

Tom blinked.

"So this reason, which was not very sufficient at first, suddenly became sufficient."

Eden shrugged, then pointed to the corpse at his feet and whispered something, and the latter quickly turned into a cloud of dust and disappeared.

Tom squinted his eyes. He felt that the archbishop in front of him didn't mention using soldiers to fight, at least he was much better at playing evil magic than his father.

It's just that it's not surprising that he is better than Lucius.

"Lestrange."

Eden cooperated without saying Tom's name, and said with a smile, "You seem to have something to say just now."

"Yes, some things are inconvenient to say in front of others."

Tom nodded slightly, and then asked casually: "Whispering city, can you beat those people outside?"

Eden was silent for a while, then shook his head silently: "It's difficult."

"Even if this is our lord's territory?"

"Mr. Lestrange!"

"Oh, I was being abrupt. All in all, the current situation in Whispering City is not good, right?"

"Yes."

"I think so too."

Tom shrugged, then raised his wand and 'sprayed' a string of words in mid-air, imprinting it on a piece of parchment on the table behind Aiden, followed by another flick of his wand, the piece of paper It was engulfed by black flames.

"This is."

"Lucius will soon rush to Whispering City with all the troops from the south."

"How long will it take?"

"I don't know, but if this side can't hold on before he arrives, I will try my best to rescue you."

"Maybe Lestrange, you can try to get rid of the commander of the other party, so that's it."

"Please allow me to refuse."

"Why?"

"I am very lazy."

"Mr. Lestrange, you know my lord is"

"And I'm not strong enough in my faith."

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Chapter [-]: The End

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