People in the Middle Ages, draw cards to get promoted

Chapter 102 Tyrant
Lothar was slightly suspicious: "If it's something that can embarrass your family by 'only letting the female relatives see it', then it's better not to see it. To be honest, I'm not very interested."

"Isn't this too negligent? Since you insist, let's watch it together. I just hope that you will not publicize this matter, otherwise I will be too embarrassing."

A trace of shame appeared on Humphrey's face: "Actually, there is nothing particularly shady, just some Persian dancers from Ctesiphon. To be honest, even I often think that this is the temptation of the devil, but I can't stop it."

"Is it just dancing?"

Lothar was a little confused. He thought it was going to be a silver party, but he really didn't understand how this mere dance could be related to "blasphemy".

But curiosity was indeed aroused.

No matter how vigorous they are, it's the same as the girl group in the Southern Dynasty in the previous life, right?

A group of people walked deep into the castle.

"Everyone, please follow me. This is the room I usually use to meet distinguished guests. I built it by flattening three storage rooms. It is spacious enough."

"The food and wine are ready, waiting for the distinguished guests to enjoy."

With a smile on his face, Humphrey pushed open the door: "Please come in."

This place is indeed very spacious. In the center of the wide hall, a dozen well-dressed servants are already standing in front of the long strip table with silver trays.

Lothar felt the wealth of Transjordan in his heart. The moment he stepped into the door, the world spun. The scene in front of him had changed from a wide hall to a narrow corridor.

In the darkness, only an oil lamp was burning on the wall, illuminating the square inch.

The light shone on Humphrey's side face, and the corners of his mouth turned up, slowly pulling out a ferocious smile: "I'm really vigilant, it's not easy to separate you."

Lothar took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down: "Teleportation array?"

"Lord Humphrey, what are you trying to 'invite' me in with such painstaking efforts?"

"Hehe, don't worry, my goal is not to kill you, but to sacrifice you to the great god—and you will also get the glory of being one with the god."

Humphrey's voice became sharper.

His clothes fell to the ground because they were too loose.

The neck and arms have all become slender, long and narrow, covered with blue-gray scales: "If you don't resist, I can still be gentle with you."

"A follower of the evil god?"

There was a hint of horror in Lothar's eyes. He raised his hand and made a blood magic gesture.

The arc of Humphrey's mouth became longer and longer until the sharp serrated fangs were exposed: "I know you are an Extraordinary, but so am I—and, you don't have a weapon in hand, what are you using to fight me?"

Humphrey's forelimbs popped out sharp claws, and his lizard-like body suddenly jumped out of his clothes and grabbed Lothar.

His speed is extremely fast, giving Lothar the same feeling as when he was competing with Hans after being promoted to five stars.

That was simply an extraordinary power that he couldn't compete with.

The attributes are completely crushed!

"Blood Guard, listen to my orders!"

Lothar roared violently, and two ghost-like soldiers appeared out of thin air. They were wearing blood-colored trench coats, their faces were pale, and the corners of their mouths were full of fangs.

As soon as they appeared, they greeted Humphrey.

The sound of the heart beating violently, in this closed corridor, was like a drum of war.

Knowing that the enemy was difficult to deal with, they unanimously activated the blood waterfall without any hesitation, pushing the attribute value abruptly to a level close to that of Humphrey.

Lothar, on the other hand, immediately retreated without turning his head. He didn't know where he was teleported, but it was definitely the best choice to escape immediately.

Because the enemy's strength is too strong, he can't help much if he stays.

The most urgent task is to join Hannya and Fringila immediately.

...

He didn't know how far he ran, but the two vampire soldiers died faster than he thought.

Following the wild warning of the beast's intuition, he suddenly stopped in his tracks.

Humphrey, who should be behind him, appeared in front of him again.

Although at the moment, Humphrey's state does not look very good.

His scales were riddled with pits where strong acid had eaten away, and he was completely blind in one eye.

But the expression on his face is still that sickly smile: "Baron Lothar, it is a pity that two loyal guards died like this. So, I also sacrificed them to the god. This What a gift.”

It can be seen that the scars on his body are recovering rapidly, and even the corrosion marks on the scales are rapidly disappearing.

"Don't resist, haven't you realized it? This tunnel is basically a closed circle. In order to trap you, I have sealed the entrance, and no one can find it."

"You can't escape."

Humphrey approached step by step, and the terrifying coercion caused a trace of despair in Lothar's heart.

Without the protection of Prajna and Fringila, the available power around him is really too little, and he doesn't even have a usable saber.

If the enemy is a nobleman, a human being, or anyone who can use common sense to infer and talk to, that's fine.

But the opponent is a fanatic who is driven by the evil god. With such a monster, can there be any pros and cons?
Lothar tried hard to get rid of the fear that was constantly emerging in his heart, but he still felt a chill in his hands and feet, as if there was some kind of terrifying existence invisible, eating away his life bit by bit.

But at this moment, Lothar felt that the gargoyle ring in his hand suddenly gushed out a terrifying blood magic power, pouring into his body like a stormy sea.

Inside the castle hall.

"What about your lord and that Humphrey?"

"It's a teleportation array!"

Hannya's complexion changed slightly.

At the same time, a cold voice sounded: "It's such a powerful magic power that even the teleportation array can't take effect on you. Sure enough, as long as I eat you, I will be able to restore all my strength."

With a loud noise, under Banruo's feet, a gap suddenly opened in the ground, and lead gray arms stretched out from the gap, grabbing her ankles.

boom--

Prajna fell directly into the crack.

The moment Fringila suddenly felt the weightlessness in her body, she instantly transformed into a group of blood-colored bats. She flapped her wings, passed between her arms with lingering fear, and flew to the ceiling.

"How to do?"

She glanced anxiously at the ground crack.

"Is this big stupid guy going to be all right?"

"Damn it, why should I worry about the big idiot? If even she can't stand it, the rest of them won't even want to live."

Furingilla's face changed suddenly: "By the way, my lord, my lord has been teleported away, he must be in danger!"

The blood-colored bats quickly gathered and condensed into Fringila's body again. She rushed towards the way anxiously, but the stone door that was originally open closed suddenly at this moment.

In the room, all the servants, at this moment, all turned their heads and stared at her.

The next moment, they all grinned and showed sinister smiles.

A kind of admirable fear enveloped Furingilla's heart in an instant, but she only overcome this fear in an instant, and her eyes instantly turned into pure blood.

"Get out of here, you bastard!"

"I'm right in front of you."

The servant leading the way smiled politely.

In the next second, a blood spear pierced through his body.

"Sorry, I'm here."

Another servant took over.

"Are they all?"

"Then go to hell!"

Furingilla opened her hand more and more impatiently, and the magic power gathered. In her palm, spears made of blood slowly emerged, and the next moment, they shot out.

One servant after another fell to the ground.

But there was no blood flowing from their wounds, but instead, a viscous substance like black grease.

These viscous substances quickly solidified into black monsters one by one as if they were alive. Some of them had all four limbs on the ground, but there was a head on their back; some had their limbs replaced by sharp blades; A black head like a lizard grew out.

"Stay here. I can already smell the sweet blood on your body. Devouring you should be enough for me to wake up initially. At that time, I will deal with the more difficult one below."

The black monsters said in unison.

At this time.

In the crack of the ground, the shrill evil spirit roared loudly!
The next moment, Banruo's figure leaped high and fell to the ground like a cannonball. Layers of fissures like spider silk spread slowly from her foothold.

Her body was covered with dust, and the flesh on her left arm had almost been completely peeled off, exposing white bones.

But this kind of injury didn't make her show any pain.

She just looked at the black monsters expressionlessly, the coldness in her eyes covered the bricks and stones under her feet with a layer of frost.

A gleam of joy appeared on Fringilla's face.

"Silly old man, it's good that you're fine."

Hannya raised the shield horizontally, the black ghost-mask shield was spinning rapidly like sawtooth, with some pieces of meat stained on it.

It can be seen that although the time was short just now, she has already experienced a fierce battle in the ground!
She said succinctly: "Go and save the adults."

Furingilla shook her head and said, "No, it's too late. Although I can locate the position of the lord through the ring of the gargoyle, I can't feel it clearly because of the interference."

"However, I still have other ways. Here, I will leave it to you for the time being."

Banruo looked at Flynn in surprise, and after a while, she chose to believe.

She knew that Flynn, who usually seemed unreliable, must be trustworthy in this matter.

Lothar in the dark corridor slowly raised his palm, feeling the terrifying magic power that filled up and even burst his whole body.

This is…

Flynn's power!
The system's prompt sounded: Your squire, Fringila, has temporarily lent all her magic power to you by offering sacrifices to Tepesh's family-inherited item: the Gargoyle Ring.

You have temporarily activated the special talent: "Tyrant".

Terrifying magic power flowed through his veins like icy snow.

"Flynn..."

He opened his hand, a thin layer of blood seeped out from his pores, and immediately flowed on his body surface as if alive.

Until, it converges on his right arm.

Here.

The blood condensed into substance rushed and turned into a hideous armguard like a bone spur, raised high on his shoulders and elbows.

Lothar opened his eyes, which were filled with scarlet and madness.

Keng——

The blood in the palm condensed into bright crystals like rubies.

Lothar holds the blood crystal in his right arm.

Look up.

Like a tyrant opening his eyes.

(End of this chapter)