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It can be said that Arthur Riya's death completely disrupted Pan Deli's plan, but she was such a conspirator after all, she soon regrouped and even used this coincidence to create a more perfect plan.

That was the news of Arthur Leah's death. Because the fake "Arthur Pendry" was in retreat, he couldn't hide it, so he could only bite the bullet and hold the funeral. So when Arthur Pendry's lover, Don Quixote, came After that, without any surprise, this fake 'Arthur Pendry' was exposed, the fake one ran away, and left some clues for Don Quixote to find the real 'Arthur Pendry'.

Of course, the most important point in the whole plan is how to leave clues for Don Quixote, so that he can find the real 'Arthur Pendry'. If it is too obvious, this is a flaw, and it will definitely cause Don Quixote Suspicion, kept too hidden, if you can't find the real 'Arthur Pendry', then the whole plan will not be carried out smoothly, so according to the plan she designed before, she will take the initiative to speak out, that is, her soul will be captured After being read, the memory was read. For this reason, she also specially sorted out a piece of soul fragments, made an incarnation outside the body, and left part of the memory in that body.

But the plan couldn't keep up with the rapid changes. When she saw Don Quixote again after five years, she was reminded by the Buddha who ordered to tell her everything monitored. However, they found that the soul fluctuations emanating from Arthur Pendry disappeared without a trace after approaching Don Quixote, apparently absorbed.

An ancestor-level character like the Buddha, who plays with the soul, naturally knows that some information is contained in the fluctuation of the soul, so Arthur Pendry revised the plan again.When Don Quixote was spying on intelligence, he did everything he could.Deliberately pretending to be ignorant and leaking a little information.So the whole plan was perfectly executed.

It's just that the price of this perfect plan is so high. Of course, after things have happened and are irreversible, Arthur Pendry will not recall the past forever. In terms of her attitude towards death, she and Don Quixote It's still very similar, that is, let the past be the past, and the hatred will definitely be avenged.But life must continue to live happily. After all, the dead are dead, but the living are still alive.

Thinking of this, Arthur Pendry sighed, and then set her sights on her sister's soul. It was obvious that she had already thought about how to deal with this problem.

Gently raising the necklace in his hand, Arthur Pendry's eyes showed a trace of reluctance. This is also a sub-artifact passed down from generation to generation in the Arthur family. It can be said that Arthur Pendry's conspiracy for so many years, Regardless of Yangmou, it largely relies on its help.Although the Buddha also knew about space transfer, she was actually cautious unless necessary.Otherwise, he would rarely use the Buddha's ability, because it means that he may be discovered, but soon this trace of reluctance disappeared without a trace. One reason is for her sister, and the other is the future For a long time, I'm afraid she won't be able to use this thing.

"Crack!" Still using the power lent to her by the Buddha, the silver necklace and the silver leaf-shaped pendant were instantly reduced to ashes under the golden power. Some kind of materialized rule symbols appeared in front of Arthur Pendry, one is naturally space transfer, and the other is the barrier of another dimension.

What Arthur Pendry needed was the rule symbol of the different-dimensional barrier, casually scattered the useless space transfer rules, Arthur Pendry grabbed the rule symbol of the different-dimensional barrier with his hand, and under her control Next, the power of the Buddha poured into this symbol continuously.

Gradually, under the influence of Buddha's power, this symbol like some kind of characters began to change. From the first symbol, it slowly expanded, and finally turned into a translucent sphere about the size of a basketball, flashing from time to time. The gloomy light blue color is really beautiful. After finishing these, Arthur Pendry did not rest, but grabbed his sister's soul and stuffed it into the sphere, so the whole sphere seemed to undergo a chemical reaction. Similarly, some pictures will flash from time to time, and of course these pictures are all from Arthur Leah's memory.

And this is also a destination constructed by Arthur Pendry for her younger sister. Functionally, it is similar to the Buddha Kingdom in the palm of the Buddha. In this sphere, Arthur Leah's memory will be transformed into a real scene, and her soul will be will hang around in this world.

For her, everything will start from that night in Tilurag, life will continue, her illness will gradually improve, life will develop according to her will, and she will even marry Don Quixote and have children, but This fictional world seems to be similar to Faerun, but it is a little different. The reason is not only that human memory will be biased, but also that for things that Liya has never seen, such as the mirror of the sky, she can only imagine it out of thin air. Self-fiction, self-satisfaction, but no matter what, this is already the limit of what Arthur Pendry can do.

Looking at the azure blue transparent light ball floating in midair, Arthur Pendry gently grabbed it and integrated it into his soul, to be more precise, he hid it in his sea of ​​consciousness, and finally , panting for a long time, Arthur Pendry lay down on the bed again with a bang. Although the sun could be seen faintly outside at this time, for her, she was destined to sleep in the cage during the day. ...

In Arthur Pendry's sea of ​​consciousness, a picture suddenly flashed on the ball of light hidden in the endless forest. In the clear and blue sky, Arthur Leah walked in the deep and shallow snow, towards the sky The direction of the mirror walked over.

In the distance, she seemed to see a figure, very familiar, very familiar...

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"I can't be reconciled..." On a road leading to the outer city, countless corpses lay on the ground, forming a shocking long queue of corpses. Of course, most of them were slaves of.A few are city defense troops.And speak.To be precise, he was muttering to himself. It was a slave who had been stabbed in the back and lay down on the ground. He had almost lost most of his life. Obviously he had no strength to speak at the moment. The words just now To outsiders, it was just a meaningless gasp.

The snow on the ground was mixed with blood, at dawn, when the sun was just rising.It was shining in a particularly coquettish color, and if someone could look down from above, they would find that the snow on this entire long street had been melted by human blood, and then solidified into blood ice again.

The slave lying on the ground pulled out a few times from time to time. From his eyes, it could be seen that he was full of resignation. Freedom was only so close to him, so close that he could see it with his eyes. in mind.As long as he can escape from the city, he can live a free life.After all, the word "slave" is not printed on the slave's face. Unfortunately, he is dying.

A torrent of thousands of slaves rushed out of the Slave Chamber of Commerce. The route Don Quixote designed for them was to escape from here, to the outer city, and then hide. This is the most in line with the nature of slaves. After all, what they long for is just a plain and stable life. Even with Captain Jack in front, they shouldn’t form an effective organization and resistance as soon as they come up. After all, one’s vision determines the way a person does things. High consciousness, even if there is one, is just an individual slave. In such a torrent of anger, they don't have any chance to express their opinions and lead this group of crazy guys.

It's a pity that although the ability users of the chamber of commerce were scared away, what happened here has already reached the ears of the city defense army. In the face of what may be the largest riot in history, the conventional combat force is still the largest in the world. The first few Germanic empires immediately mobilized the city defense army. If this kind of thing is not handled well, the Grand Duke will definitely not let the garrison chief go, so a massacre that can be said to be one-sided like harvesting wheat It appeared like this, no matter how crazy the slaves are, they are human beings, not undead, so after being injured to a certain extent, they have no way to pose any threat to the well-organized regular army.

And what's more deadly is that because the scale of this riot is unprecedentedly large, just as Don Quixote guessed, the Chief of Defense even called in the Mage Guard and the Knights to suppress the formation. Once the situation is out of control , these people will go to fight the fire. With such meticulous cooperation, this feast of blood and blood finally came to an end at dawn. There were nearly [-] slaves, and only a few hundred survived in the end. , and were all injured to varying degrees, but the fate of these slaves is certain, that is, to be executed. This is the tradition of the Germanic Empire. Those who dared to resist the superiors never lived for a long time.

The cold wind blows, the blood on the ground has already condensed into ice, walking on it may even fall down, when the last slave also fell down, for some reason, the long street full of wailing and roaring was inexplicably quiet When it was down, only the whistling wind and the breathing of the soldiers remained.

There seemed to be a strange atmosphere permeating the city defense army that had been massacred for half the night. Of course, Don Quixote didn't need them to do anything. Qi's only purpose is to make the facial expressions of these soldiers richer, so as to provide him with materials for taking pictures.

For all of this, the slave lying on the ground didn't know much about it, and of course he didn't have the ability to pay attention to it. The cold snow had already made him unable to feel his back, and the tattered clothes were mixed with blood and flesh. Sticking to the ground, the cold made him lose the feeling of pain, so he used his last bit of strength, paid the price of part of his flesh being torn, turned over, and crawled towards the direction of freedom. His movement, Just like a stone thrown into a pond, the aura built by Don Quixote with his fierce aura disappeared without a trace in an instant, after all, that aura was only at hand by Don Quixote.

This also woke up a garrison near him. To be precise, he was taken aback. He instinctively raised his knife as if he was about to cut over. In fact, this garrison cannot be blamed for being timid, because the German Empire has It has been a long time since I have experienced such a large-scale war.. Perhaps it is more appropriate to use massacres.

Killing people has a psychological burden. Even a professional soldier, killing so many people in one night is already physically and mentally exhausted. Coupled with the stimulation of Don Quixote's spell before, he has really collapsed The edge, so when there was movement around him, the body reacted instinctively, and before the brain reacted, the knife had already been cut out.

"Enough!" In this somewhat silent dawn, these words were very clear. When people looked in the direction of the sound, there was no one there. In front of him, one hand grabbed the knife covered with frozen blood, and this knight was exactly a seed in the six-ring organization, Akila. (to be continued..)

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