Why did the lord rebel

Chapter 353

Xia Houyan stared at the human leg spat out by Messi, thinking to himself that he had only seen such a horrifying scene in the Earth B-grade movies and the Shuangfengling East Icehouse in his previous life.

"What is this?" He turned his head and asked Lord Yan, "Is it your grandma's leg?"

"Your grandma has a leg!" Lord Yan said angrily, "Think again!"

Xia Houyan blinked, looked back at the human legs on the ground, and thought for a few seconds.

"I'm stupid." He said.

"This Mr. Bartholomew de Hash, although he is an insignificant foreign alchemist, but he is really right about one thing..." Lord Yan looked not far away, and half of it was buried in the ruins He folded his hands and showed a treacherous smile, "...the remains of the God of Death in the Haven Continent really have such a leg, which is hidden under this castle."

"I dug it out from more than 1000 meters underground!" Messi claimed credit from the side, "Hey! You two haven't seen it. In the underground cave, the holy light rune circle used to seal this thing is densely packed with him. Mom painted it like the Democracy Wall!"

Lord Yan waved his robe sleeves impatiently, and Messi could only say "Oh" and disappeared with discernment.

As a result, only Yan Wangye and Lord Lord, two alien wanderers from China, and a group of Haiwen original residents who were unconscious and could not understand Chinese were left on the tower.

Yan Wangye nodded to Xia Houyan who was full of confusion, and signaled the little brother to speak up if he had something to say.

Xia Houyan looked down at the human leg wrapped in black mist, and swallowed.

"So..." He looked at Big Brother Yan Wang deliberately, "The 'Reaper' in Haven Continent...does it really exist?"

Yan Wangye chuckled and said: "Not only does it exist, but it's also completely dead... The 'Supreme Holy God' from Haiwen Continent, who is destined to be immoral, in order to prevent the resurrection of the god of death, he just asked you to learn from Xiao Shangyang and give it to you." The body was divided into five horses - except for this left leg, the other body parts of Haiwen Death God are still hidden in some corner of the mainland..."

"You assigned me a task in that 'black domain' before, and the fuck asked me to find a chance to sneak into the castle of Rock Creek City, wouldn't it be for this leg?" Xia Houyan stared at Lord Yan.

"What's the matter! The main reason is to encourage you to kill Houston, and to avenge yourself! As for this leg...it's purely on the way!" Lord Yan was obviously excited, and even perfunctory to polish it. The tone was too lazy to say, "Xiao Yan, speaking of it, we really have to thank this Bartholomew de Hashi..."

Xia Houyan stretched out his foot and kicked the dead body of the black priest, and asked:
"Thank you for this product? Why?"

"Because without him, we really wouldn't be able to take this dead ghost's leg out of the underground sealing circle..." Lord Yan said with a chuckle, "This bastard's eyes are clumsy. Mistakenly regarded it as a signal for the resurrection of the god of death, and then ran to Rock Creek City to perform the "advent ceremony of the god of death" tonight-this dead ghost is still dead, how can he be resurrected? But as the resurrection of the god of death An important step to recall the surface, his ritual successfully weakened the power of the underground sealing circle, which allowed the Wraith Ball boy to pass through the barrier, go underground and bring this leg up..."

"That is to say..." Xia Houyan considered it carefully, "You actually knew that this black priest would perform the 'Death Advent Ceremony' tonight—that is, when I led the team to infiltrate Rock Creek City—so that Weaken the seal set by the Supreme Holy Spirit?"

"Of course I know." Lord Yan showed a standard villain smile, "Don't believe me when you tell me, last night, I was the one who secretly disrupted your divination, making you think that the best time to hold the ceremony is tonight ...Including the fact that he rushed to Rock Creek City to usurp power under the name of a 'black priest' with a pale face, he was also induced by the Lord, hehe."

Xia Houyan was speechless, and gave Big Brother Earth a thumbs up.

"What are you trying to do to dig out this death leg from the ground of Yanxi City?" Xia Houyan thought for a while, finally gritted his teeth, and asked the big brother the question that he had been confused for a long time, " Also, what are you doing in the other world of the Haiwen Continent without waiting for the hot land of China? Is my time travel related to you?"

"Have you eaten tonight? What did you eat?" Yan Wang Ye talked about him extremely clumsily.

Xia Houyan suddenly became angry:
According to the disparity in strength between the two sides, it seems that as long as this big brother doesn't want to say something, I'm afraid I'll never be able to get a word out of her mouth.

"Let's stop talking nonsense, I have to erase the soul of the god of death remaining in this dead ghost's leg... um...for ecological protection. Mountains of gold and silver are not as good as green water and green mountains. The souls of barbarian gods are non-degradable products that pollute the environment." Lord Yan said to himself, stepped over Xia Houyan, walked straight to the left leg of the god of death on the ground, sat down cross-legged, stretched out his hands and aimed at the left leg of the god of death surrounded by black mist, and then fell into a complete stillness.

Xia Houyan can see that this posture is the same as the Taoist priests I heard in the storytelling when I was a child, highlighting the eyes, nose, nose, mouth, heart, and three flowers gathered on the top of the five qi...

...Probably he was doing exercises against this leg.

Xia Houyan, who was immersed in the world of magic and elements on weekdays, always felt weird watching this scene.

Lord Yan's luck didn't last long, and soon, the thick black mist attached to the leg of the god of death surged violently like boiling;

Hearing Lord Yan's low shout, the black mist slowly peeled off from the surface of Death's leg, rose, gathered into strands in the mid-air, and was sucked into the nostrils by Lord Yan's belly.

After inhaling the black mist, Lord Yan let out a long sigh of satisfaction like a senior drug addict.

On the ground of the tower, there was only one pale, shriveled dead man's leg left.

For some reason, Xia Houyan always felt that after performing this miraculous oriental scene, the illusory body of Big Brother Yan Wangye seemed to become more concise and solid again.

He quietly recorded the scene he saw tonight in his heart.

"It's over! I'm leaving!" King Yan stood up again and clapped his hands in satisfaction. "Xiaoyan, the people of the motherland are very satisfied with you!"

"Wait, wait!" Xia Houyan said angrily, "Teleport us back to the ground from the ruined tower in mid-air!"

"What's the hurry!" Lord Yan rolled his eyes wildly with the beer belly typical of middle-aged greasy men, "Those barbarian lords in your south are already organizing rescue teams and preparing to climb up to find you, why should I meddle? Jieye Youshen, keep a low profile..."

"Then what should I do with this leg?" Xia Houyan kicked the left leg of Death on the ground in disgust.

"It's useless, take it home and make soup for fun." Yan Wangye said casually, and completely disappeared into the void.

Xia Houyan wanted to scold her mother.

……

"My lord, I really need to confirm with you again..."

The hour hand has passed five or six marks quietly on the dial, and the morning sun is slowly rising outside the city wall of Yanxi City.

Xia Houyan, who had just been rescued from the castle tower by the southern princes' rescue team, was sitting huddled under a dead tree at the foot of the castle, wrapped in a thick blanket and holding hot coffee in his hand. He seemed to have survived the disaster By.

In addition to Karen Lepage who was kneeling aside and wiping the stains on his face with a towel, there was also a Southern Governor's District Clerk wearing small round glasses standing beside him—this Mr. Clerk was holding a notebook, Holding the quill, he asked Xiahou officials carefully about what happened on the tower that night.

Although the clerk's interview made Xia Houyan a little annoyed, there was nothing he could do;

After all, so many major events happened last night, the compilers of the history of the southern border must obtain first-hand information;
"Please truthfully explain to Mr. Clerk what happened this night, for the sake of humanity, history and civilization" - anyway, Anthony Dimitri was so sincere to get rid of the Duke of Frost Maple Ridge.

Therefore, Xia Houyan could only answer this guy's question in the cold morning wind.

"Your Excellency..." The clerk carefully read the contents of the notebook through thick glasses, "...According to what you just said, Your Excellency the Grand Duke of Houston, was initiated by Mr. Bartholomew de Hashi In that magical explosion, he was hit on the head by a stone brick and died unfortunately?"

"Yes, that's it." Xia Houyan took a sip of hot coffee irritably, "Didn't I just tell you that?"

"But..." the clerk of the governor's district flipped through his notebook, and said with a troubled expression, "...According to the coroner's examination, the head of His Excellency the Duke of Houston's body has been completely destroyed, and it is not likely that stone bricks can be smashed out The injury..."

"I said yes, that's it!" Xia Houyan said angrily, "Why, don't you know the situation at that time better than me? Were you, and that idiot coroner, on that tower? Is it because you took the risk to personally lead the team to arrest the Duke of Houston to listen to the nonsense of you bastards?"

The clerk immediately choked.He adjusted his glasses in embarrassment, picked up the quill pen and scribbled a few words, finally picked up the notebook and bowed to the Duke, and left dejectedly.

Xia Houyan stared at the grandson's back with hatred, and took a big sip of coffee from his cup.

Karen Lepage's slightly mocking voice sounded from the side:
"Hey, it turns out that the Grand Duke of Houston was crushed to death by a stone..."

Xia Houyan curled his lips, stretched his arms around Karen's slender waist, leaned close to her ear and whispered:
"Actually, it's an iron folding stool..."

Karen was a little overwhelmed by the lord's sudden intimacy, and didn't even have time to think about where the folding stool on the tower of Rock Creek Castle came from.

Karen stretched out her hand, gently pushed the official Xiahou away, and asked in a low voice:
"So, you just killed the Duke of Houston on the tower?"

"Kill him, what else?" Xia Houyan shrugged, "If you want to save his life, you will have to find out the materials of his collusion with the orcs during the interrogation, which will cause trouble... It's good to solve it in the chaos like this."

"Then now... you have avenged your lords." Karen rested her cheeks on her hand, stared blankly at the lord, and asked suddenly, "You... how do you feel now?"

"I don't feel anything. Probably only a little... relieved?" Xia Houyan closed his eyes and shook his head, sighing again, "Ever since I was attacked on the way to the south, I have been thinking and wanting to catch the Duke of Houston. An old dog, cut him to pieces... But when things came to an end, I just wanted to end all of this as soon as possible, and let him disappear from my world as soon as possible - that's exactly what I did last night on the tower. "

Karen let out a "hmm", lowered her head, and took a sip of coffee from the cup in Lord Lord's hand.

"Karen... why do you think this is?" Xia Houyan asked in a murmur, "Has my hatred weakened?"

"No...you're just...you've gone too far beyond the Grand Duke's level." Karen Leperg thought about it carefully, and replied, "The Duke of Frost Maple Ridge, the president of Southern Military Affairs, and the patron of the 'Thin Burial Sect' , the conqueror of the 'Hammer of Purgatory' division, the protector of thousands of human beings in the empire... Elliot Igor, you are no longer the nameless person who was displaced and killed by the mercenaries sent by the Duke of Houston But the Grand Duke of Houston has always been that cowardly conspirator curled up in his own castle... Last night, you did complete your revenge on the Grand Duke...but... after all, it was nothing more than revenge on the ants .”

"So you're saying that my realm has become higher?" Xia Houyan laughed.

Karen nodded earnestly.

Xia Houyan took another sip of coffee, shook his head bitterly and said:

"'Revenge on the Ant'... But sometimes, I don't understand, in the eyes of others, am I just an ant, a chess piece, a dog... You say my realm has become higher... ...But in the face of a higher level of power, everything I have now, including you, Karen, may also betray me just as easily..."

Karen Lepage didn't know what the lord saw last night, and she seemed a little confused by his sudden emotion.

However, the lady of human-devil hybrid immediately smiled and said:
"But revenge is always sweet. You don't have to think about anything else, just enjoy the moment."

Xia Houyan let out a "huh", raised his head, and looked at the half-collapsed main tower of Rock Creek Castle.

"Karen Le Pegg, is there anyone or something in your life that you want to take revenge on in particular?" Xia Houyan asked softly.

"Of course." The smile on Karen's face remained unchanged, "I'm telling you secretly, I really want to do something in the name of the moon god to a bastard who knocked me to death with a crowbar, resurrected me as a zombie, and wantonly enslaved me." With vengeful rage..."

"Uh... do I know this person?" Xia Houyan asked dryly.

"Oh, of course you do, and I'm about to get revenge on him... vengeance." Karen cupped his face in one hand, and unbuttoned a button on her neckline with the other. , "And this revenge will happen behind that bush over there... Elliot Igor, you won't be able to walk tomorrow."

(End of this chapter)