Why did the lord rebel

Chapter 347 Six Degrees of Separation Theory
Ramos, the tidecaller magister from the giant whale city, died more than Master Buckingham...

……brilliant.

Because the second blood blade summoned by Bartholomew de Hashi from the ground did not cut his neck, but directly penetrated his head full of experience, wisdom and magical mysteries, making it a A large watermelon with a splash of juice.

The hysterical screams of the Ruststone female assassin almost pierced through the roof of the tower.

Master Victor Laurie endured the severe pain all over his body, gritted his teeth and tried to raise his hand, so that he could throw any spiritual spell on this "black priest" who killed two masters in an instant ;
But there was a scene that made Master Laurie terrified:

He couldn't lift his hands up!

I don't know when, the blood-red magic circle on the ground has started to flash a strange red light;
In this red light, every mysterious line of the magic circle is exuding suction at this moment;

This suction is so powerful that it will destroy the decrepit Master Victor Laurie, the young and strong Lord Lord, the Imperial Rose Knight who claims to be able to wrestle with dragons and elephants, and it will destroy the "Rainbow Six" team. Everyone inside is firmly fixed on the ground, unable to move!
Master Laurie only felt that the world was spinning, and his liver and gallbladder were splitting:
Using magic circles to restrain the enemy's actions is not a new trick, not even better than the already declining formation mages. Any magician can get started as long as they read a few formation tutorials;

But what kind of magic circle is it that can lock a dozen masters to the ground with a single fucking mind? !
But what kind of person is it that can kill a five-star shooter and a magister as if entering no one's land, strolling in the yard like trampling two ants to death? !
Who is this "black priest"? !

Only then did Victor Lowry realize with regret a serious problem:
When the "Rainbow Six" team planned to capture the Grand Duke, they counted everything, but they only missed the "Black Priest", the current master of Rock Creek Castle and trusted by the Grand Duke of Houston!
They originally thought that the so-called "black priest" was probably a swindler who was lucky enough to win the trust of the Grand Duke;

But who would have thought that the "Black Priest" who guarded the Rock Creek Castle with the Duke of Houston was a damn strong man who could subdue more than a dozen southern elites in one move!
God is sorry, even the Scarlet Flame Demon Vulture and Frost Dragon may not have the oppressive power of Bartholomew de Hashi at this moment!

Victor Lowry feels a great sense of the absurd:
He was wandering all his life, he didn't die in the civil strife in the school city, he didn't die in the tide of undead corpses, he didn't die in the bandits in the wilderness, but on the tower of Rock Creek Castle, as a mentally handicapped member of the idiot special operations team, he somehow became The meat of a monster in black robe!
Bartholomew de Hashi, of course, didn't know that the old man on the ground beside him was browsing through the revolving door of his life full of remorse.

This "black priest" in a black robe was not in a hurry to find the next victim for himself after he shot Master Ramos to the head.

On the contrary, facing the immobile southern elites, he felt the warm blood of Master Ramos pouring down to his feet, and opened his arms enthusiastically, as if admiring a piece of art he had made.

And his hymn, sung in an aria full of ecstasy, is:

"Ah! Longshan County! Ah! Giant Whale City! Holy God, you will not be the coalition forces of the various territories in the southern border of the empire, right? Am I right? Isn't it? Right? Right?"

The black priest laughed and asked a few words, but he didn't wait for anyone to answer, so he just shook his head with regret:

"Life is really full of regrets... I guess, you condescend to come to this dilapidated castle, it must be for the Duke of Houston?"

"Yes." A young voice answered calmly.

Bartholomew de Hashi raised his head in surprise, and found that the person who gave this answer was a young man guarded by a female swordsman, and his clothes looked like a nobleman.

Master Laurie yelled silently and frantically in his heart:

Lord lord, don't fucking answer!
It's really going to kill people!
But Xiahou not only did not hear the roar of his chief mage, but even calmly raised his voice to Bartholomew de Hashi who was not far away:

"Mr. 'Black Priest'... We are here on behalf of the Emperor of the Empire, just to ask His Excellency the Grand Duke of Houston to go out of the city for a while... This matter has nothing to do with you."

Bartholomew de Hashi was stunned for a moment, then nodded with a sudden realization, and the smile on his face became brighter.

He bowed again to Xia Houyan, who was immobile on the ground, in a slightly exaggerated manner.

"Dear little sir, I guess, you should be the...leader of all gentlemen, right? 'Black Priest' Bartholomew de Hash, I would like to extend my belated New Year greetings to you!" The black priest laughed seriously Said, "But, I am just a vagrant, the authority of His Majesty the Emperor of the Empire can't control me, the Duke of Houston or something, although it really has nothing to do with me..."

Bartholomew de Hashi paused and straightened his back again.

The smile on his face disappeared.

"...But, this Rock Creek Castle is now my territory...It's really impolite for you to barge in like this quietly..." Bartholomew de Hashi tilted his head , a little embarrassed, "Dear noble gentleman, you see, I have been preparing for my ceremony these days, but your arrival has disrupted my plan..."

Ritual, what ceremony? —Master Laurie thought blankly.

As if to answer Master Laurie's doubts, Bartholomew de Hashi waved his hand exaggeratedly, and showed the red curtain, white candle, and skull behind him to everyone on the ground.

"So, I really want, really want, really want to kill you all." The black priest withdrew his hand and wrapped his sleeves in conclusion.

This declaration, which sounds exaggerated, was placed here and now, but it made all the team members on the ground shiver.

Because, whether it is the decapitated Master Buckingham or the tragic headshot of Ramos, they have all proved eloquently that this man in black is not just joking——

——As long as he thinks, everyone here really can't get out alive!
madman!Master Laurie thought desperately, this guy is not only a powerful magician, but also a madman and a murderer!

He turned his head to look at the lord with difficulty, but was a little surprised to find that his boss did not panic, but was silent for a moment thoughtfully.

Xia Houyan glanced at Master Laurie, gritted his teeth, turned to the black priest and said:

"...For the sake of the Bo Burial Sect, can you let us go?"

This sentence was inexplicable to the ears of the masters sent by the territories, but it made Bartholomew de Hashi stunned for a while.

Then, he looked down at the hyacinth pinned to his shoulder, and smiled suddenly.

"Oh my god, my god, my god... Bo Zong Sect? Can you actually recognize this hyacinth?"

Xia Houyan took a deep breath and said in a deep voice:

"The hyacinth on the shoulder... This is the unique identity symbol of the Thin Burial Sect, am I right, Mr. Bartholomew de Hashi, the black priest, or, respected Mr. Mourner?"

Bartholomew de Hashi stroked the dried flowers on his shoulder with his hands, and smiled noncommittally.

Xia Houyan gritted his teeth and said:

"Monsieur Bartholomew de Hashi, I believe we have some mutual friends in the sect. . . if you will see in—"

But Bartholomew de Hash put up a hand and stopped the lord's next approach and relationship.

He folded his arms, tilted his head and said:

"The Thin Burial Sect...is such a distant name. Dear Mr. Noble, what I am wondering is, how did an imperial nobleman get involved with a cult? Could it be that you got into the sect by relying on your own good-for-nothing face?" Is there someone big here?"

Master Laurie said in his heart that this feeling seems to be quite accurate.

Bartholomew de Hash grinned at his vulgar joke, then shook his head and said:
"However, why do you think I'm going to let you go just because you recognize the hyacinth on my shoulder? I can confess to you directly that I, Bartholomew de Hashi, are indeed of the Faculty One of the Seven Mourners—but you don’t think that this kind of rubbish sect has any binding force on me, do you? I am a senior magister, my dear noble gentleman!”

The team members who were lying on the ground unable to move could no longer tell which news was more shocking:
Is it "the dignified Duke of Shuangfengling actually has contact with a cult"?
Or "This lunatic black priest actually blew himself up, he is actually a fucking seventh-level senior magister"? !

Master Laurie, who knows how big a difference a magic class means, feels that he is about to collapse:
The senior magister is only one step away from the eighth-level archmage, and I can't find a few alive in the entire magic world of the empire!
What is wrong with this Bartholomew de Hashi, who, as a dignified high-level magician, ran to Rock Creek City as a "black priest" to pretend to be a ghost? !

If this weird blood-red magic circle on the ground was really arranged by Ya himself, then these "Rainbow Six" players may really be doomed today-a senior magister, it really isn't the stinky fish in the team Shrimp can be cooked!

Bartholomew de Hashi ignored everyone's astonishment, but smiled at Xia Houyan, who had an unusually ugly face:
"I'm sorry, even if you are another mourner of the Thin Burial Sect, I will not let you go because of this-this is my dignity as a senior magister, I am very sorry."

Xia Houyan almost bleeds from biting his teeth:
I thought that this guy had a hyacinth pinned to his shoulder, and he was a good brother of the Bobu sect who could make peace, but I didn't expect that he really didn't get into the blood, and the meaning was the same-today, none of you Want to get out alive!

The most important thing is, it seems that Ya really has this strength!
Damn crazy!

After the lord's attempt to negotiate completely failed, Bartholomew de Hashi smiled triumphantly:

"But speaking of it, the reason why I came here has something to do with the Thin Burial Sect... Since you are here to find the Grand Duke of Houston, you must know the chief mage of the Grand Duchy, Ander Spencer, right?"

The scumbags in Shuangfengling thought we knew this guy too well.

Bartholomew de Hashi grinned and said:

"Ander is not only the mage of the sect, but also my student."

The Shuangfengling punks were dumbfounded.

Master Laurie even shouted in his heart: Dare to love this guy is also a necromancer!Grass mud horse, grass mud horse, I know that there is no fucking good thing who uses necromancy!

Bartholomew de Hashi dusted off his black robe, and said leisurely:
"The reason why Ender came to Rock Creek City was originally arranged by me, and although he died...at the hands of some bastard who killed a thousand knives that I haven't found yet, he is after all for his dear Teacher, I, the great Bartholomew de Hash, have completed his task and found the shocking secret buried under this castle—you may not believe it, everyone, here, Rock Creek City, is Death The burial place of the remains!"

The room was silent.

"What?" Xia Houyan asked.

Bartholomew de Hashi seemed a little indignant, obviously feeling that his great cause of pretending to be aggressive had not received the fierce response it deserved.He waved his hands irritably and sneered:

"All in all, since you are also related to our Bobu sect, then I will let you, and your little friends, witness this great moment together! Everyone, the curtain has risen, everyone, the ceremony is about to begin!"

"What ceremony?" Master Laurie asked tremblingly.

"Death—come!" The black priest chuckled.

Upon hearing this, Xia Houyan instinctively thought that something must have gone wrong with this stupid ceremony.

(End of this chapter)