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"Do you understand? Let's pack up and leave quickly. We still have a chance to escape before the news gets out!"

Astariel said anxiously, but the beautiful drow woman still maintained a calm face.

"Okay, but before that, can you answer three questions for Mom?"

Angel White touched Estariel's anxious face lovingly.

"These strangers around you are the robbers who kidnapped you, right? They are willing to take such a big risk for you and break into Izmir and Angelos's mansion. It seems that your previous relationship is not fake. I agree with this.

But, what are their identities? What is your current relationship? Have you thought clearly about what will happen to your bright future if you follow him? "

Angel White's quiet and gentle face turned serious as she stared at her daughter and Aenarion.

Astariel opened her mouth, not expecting her mother to ask this. She didn't know how to answer for a moment, and the beautiful drow woman continued to torture her.

"This is ridiculous, dear. Although you have mentioned a lot of unfavorable situations, we are Angros, one of the largest families of the dark elves. Your father died gloriously in order to protect Sultan Bayezid. Your brother and you grew up with Prince Muhammad. You are even engaged to Prince Muhammad. In the future, your child may become the new Sultan of the empire.

No matter what mistake you made, go to the Governor's Mansion right now and explain it to Prince Muhammad. Admit your mistake. Is it a crime worthy of death or even imprisonment to send an ordinary Janissary to prison? Moreover, he has now been freed because of the exchange of prisoners. At most, his mother will compensate him. What kind of waves can a Janissary company commander cause? Can he rebel with an entire legion?

But you don't seem to want to do this at all, let alone the Governor's Mansion, you don't even want to return to the Legion, you don't want to return to the Ottoman Empire - what do you think in your heart?"

Chapter 122: The Dilemma of Loyalty and Filial Piety

Estariel was silent for a while, then spoke slowly.

"During this time, I have seen many things that the teachers did not talk about. The teachers said that the Janissaries were a kind of honor, but in Izmir, I saw slave ships carrying whole ships of half-giants landing at the port. They were captured here from faraway Eastern Europe. Their fathers were sold as coolies, their mothers were sold as prostitutes, and their children were sold as Janissaries. The way they cried when they were separated from their parents was not honorable at all."

"In the depths of the 13th Legion's recruit monastery, I came to the depths of the confinement room, where the huge brain of the Mind Flayer was placed. All the children were tied up by the brain's nerve tentacles and hung from the ceiling, sobbing. I clearly never broke the commandments and was never locked up in the confinement room, but it was deeply impressed in the depths of my brain, as if, as if I had been bound and brainwashed by the brain."

"And in Evia, the Sultan's glory has not shone on the borders of the empire at all. The local Slaanesh tax farmers exploit the people at will, and the Muslim governor appointed by the Sultan himself is in cahoots with them. Right now, there may be tens of thousands of villages and towns facing the same situation as Evia... Damn, I have studied Ottoman knowledge for so many years, it's all fake! Fake! They are all lying to me!!!"

Astariel rubbed her long hair in anger and confusion.

"As for your question, Aenarion is an ordinary Christian privateer captain. We are good friends. I don't want to follow the bright but false path that my father and you arranged for me. I want to choose my own future!"

Listening to her daughter's determined and angry answer, Angie White sighed, hugged her tighter, patted her smooth back comfortingly, and then looked at Aenarion.

"It seems that my daughter has made up her mind to go with you. Then please tell me, my daughter has given up her status as a royal family member of Angelos, the glory of the Janissary Legion, and even her status as the Sultan's concubine. What can you give her?"

Angel White looked at Aenarion, her violet pupils becoming extremely sharp and dangerous.

"Think carefully before answering, kid! Now the initiative is in my hands. As long as I sound the alarm, all of you will be trapped in Angelos's mansion.

, when the time comes, I will properly guide my daughter and ask her to apologize to Muhammad personally."

"I can swear that no matter what danger she encounters in the future, I will face it with her, just like today, I was willing to break into Angelos's mansion with her."

Faced with the life-threatening question, Aenarion knew that it was useless to lie, so he just showed his true heart and removed his hidden information, allowing his attributes to be reflected in the eyes of the beautiful drow woman through the gold-rimmed glasses.

At this moment, it was Angel White's turn to be stunned. This person was a dual-professional and had the warlock bloodline of the Angelos family?

How is this possible? All the members of the Angelos family are Janissaries. It is impossible for such a professional who is already at level 5 to be unknown. It is impossible for me not to know him! Could it be that he is an illegitimate child who drifted to Christ's side?

No, now was not the time to worry about his identity. Judging from his voice and appearance, this elf was about the same age as his daughter, between seventy-five and a hundred years old, but he was already a fifth-level dual-class practitioner. His talent level was the same as his daughter's, or even stronger. With the warlock bloodline of Angros and such powerful talent potential, he would have no trouble making a name for himself - this stranger named Aenarion seemed like someone who could be used for speculation.

"Wait for me ten minutes."

Angel White thought about it and was finally convinced. She swayed her mature and sexy body, left the living room, returned to her room, and quickly put all the valuable jewelry, spare clothes, and some memorable things into the dimensional bag - forget it, she has stayed in this shabby house for more than fifty years, and has been tired of fighting with these Angelos who believe in Tzeentch for fifty years. She might as well go out for a trip and spend time with her daughter.

Aenarion and Astariel breathed a sigh of relief and waited anxiously for the beautiful drow woman to pack her luggage, and at this moment, the outer door opened.

"Didn't I tell all the servants to stay away? Don't come in! I have something private to say to my mother!"

At this moment, Astariel was like a frightened and irritated cat, reacting violently to any movement, but the moment she turned her head, she froze in place.

Aenarion felt a chill creeping up his spine. He had a bad feeling and turned around to see a young man walking into the room gracefully. He was wearing an exquisite mithril mail and a felt coat embroidered with a large number of intricate patterns. His extremely luxurious belt was inlaid with six dazzling gems. He had a fur vest made of a whole wolf skin around his neck and a tall hat of the Janissaries on his head that looked like a white tower.

And under the pure and towering white hat, on the sinister and handsome face, the most furious murderous intent and the most doting love are intertwined in a pair of azure blue eyes, turning into a huge whirlpool wave.

Aenarion's back was instantly soaked with cold sweat. He pulled out a blade of change and held it tightly in his palm. Every hair on the surface of his skin stood up in pure murderous intent, and every cell in his flesh and blood screamed in fear!

The person who walked in from the door was actually her brother, Mahmoud! The guy who could even defeat a level 13 dragon!

In an instant, an invisible murderous intent swept across the entire room with Mahmoud as the center. Artemisia and Leopard Girl immediately assumed fighting stances with fear on their faces. Although Mariana did not know him, she was also trembling all over in the huge murderous intent. She instantly turned into a leopard, and a deafening roar like thunder came from her throat.

"Brother, brother, when did you come?"

Astariel said in horror.

"Iskander Kayon did not tell the Sultan about your situation. Instead, out of friendship, he told me the news first and let me make the decision myself. I heard what you and mother said just now."

Mahmoud tried hard to suppress his murderous intent and to maintain a calm tone, but his left hand, which held the scimitar, tightly gripped the handle, almost bending the wooden handle into the shape of a fingertip. But when he saw Aenarion, his anger completely erupted, and with his right hand he suddenly pulled out the Atkaan scimitar that was across his left waist, and drew a beautiful arc in the air, sweeping across Aenarion's neck, starting with a throat-sweeping gesture that was sure to kill him with one blow, so fast that he had no time to chant spells or read the bar.

"clang!!!"

Aenarion had no choice but to use both hands to block the blow. He barely managed to catch Mahmoud's sword, but his hands were numb from the shock and he could hardly hold the hilt of the sword.

Facing such a powerful enemy, Aenarion did not retreat. He moved the tip of his sword downwards, aiming it at Mahmoud's head. Then he immediately activated the ability of the Blade of Transformation. The 1.3-meter-long two-handed sword instantly transformed into a 5-meter-long Spanish spear!

The tip of the sword pointed at Mahmoud's head instantly turned into burning liquid lightning, and then solidified into an extremely sharp steel spear head. The wooden handle instantly extended four meters, trying to pierce his head!

Mahmoud tilted his head and easily dodged the frontal attack from the transformed weapon. He swung his scimitar forward along the spear shaft, but stopped at the critical moment, leaving a shallow wound on Aenarion's right hand.

Aenarion broke out in a cold sweat. His attack was so swift and fierce that he didn't even have time to cast Vitality to save his life. And in close combat, he was no match for him. If Mahmoud had not held back and continued to chop down with the blade, several fingers on his right hand might have been chopped off.

"Go away! Astariel! Take your mother and go as far away as possible!

It was my mischief that caused you, who was always a good kid in the eyes of teachers and parents, to get into trouble. But when you grew up, you caused a big trouble for your brother!!!"

After seeing the blood, Mahmoud took a few deep breaths and finally regained his composure.

"This was the first and last time I disobeyed the Janissary orders.

Listen carefully! When I returned home, Astariel had already run away with her mother, and I didn't see anything! Search and chase them! I have sworn to Prince Muhammad and the commander of the legion that I will cut off the heads of all of you and give them to them. "

Chapter 123: The Last Step

Astariel looked at her brother with gratitude and hugged his tall body guiltily as she said her final farewell. At this moment, Angel White also packed her luggage and hugged Mahmoud's slightly trembling body tightly.

Everything went smoothly. Astariel used her military duties as an excuse to turn down visits from other family members and hurried out of Angelos's mansion. Angel White, feeling sorry for her daughter, followed him to take a look. Mahmoud, with a scimitar in his left hand and his emblem as the commander of the 199th Janissary Company in his right hand, sat on the bench in silence, looking at his mother and sister who were hurriedly leaving, then looking at the empty room, wondering what he was thinking.

The group left the gate and headed straight for the monastery of the Thirteenth Legion. They turned left and right on the street, and when they saw that they had shaken off the sight of the Anglos guards, they immediately changed their route and headed straight for the port! Although everyone was nervous along the way, they finally returned to the port safely. The group quickly boarded the Ulthuan and set sail!

Aenarion looked at Izmir who was left behind at the stern of the ship and breathed a sigh of relief. He couldn't believe that this mission was so easy. Apart from meeting Mahmoud, he didn't encounter any obstacles or enemies. Did he really get Astariel's mother out?

"Artemisia, manipulate the air currents and change the wind direction to a tailwind. Run as fast as possible and as far away from Izmir as possible! I always feel uneasy. Let's set the destination as Constantinople. Go back there to rest first and then decide where to go next."

Aenarion gave the order, but before he could finish his words, eleven hideous spatial rifts quietly opened up on the deck of Ulthuan. Mahmud, clad in silver armor and with a scimitar on his waist, stepped onto the deck of Ulthuan with murderous intent, accompanied by the shattering of space and the astonished eyes of the crowd.

Behind him were ten soldiers dressed as Janissaries. On the coat of the leader was embroidered the emblem of the Angelos family, a blue double-headed eagle on a golden flag.

"Where did this little thief come from?! He broke into Izmir in public and entered my house, threatening Estalie! He kidnapped Angie White! Do you think you can get away?!"

The captain of the Janissaries said this in a sarcastic tone.

“Mahmood Angelos, Kayan has told us everything about your sister. He told you first just to give you a chance to prove your innocence.

But, these thieves were so quick that they coerced your sister and kidnapped your mother before you arrived. You must want to rescue your mother and sister and kill all the robbers, right? We won't fight with you for their heads."

Mahmoud heard the other party's hidden meaning. The Janissary Legion had begun to doubt him. This was the legion's last chance to prove his loyalty, and the last step for himself and Astariel to retreat.

Boundless murderous intent spread from Mahmoud, making everyone on the deck feel as if they were falling into an icy cave. Astariel knew that it was useless to say anything now. She had grown up with her brother, and she knew his temper and his relationship with Muhammad. It was impossible for him to betray her. If she tried to persuade him now, it might even cause more trouble for her brother.

It seems that we have no choice but to fight.

Aenarion cast the spell quickly, and the gold-studded armor woven with psychic energy covered his limbs and bones, which matched the gorgeous purple and gold cloak and the majestic phoenix helmet. A psychic spine and twenty-four pale ribs stretched out to protect his body.

Mahmoud deliberately slowed his pace, and only came in front of Aenarion after he finished casting two spells. He once again drew the scimitar from his left waist with his right hand, swept it across his throat, and drew a perfect silver-white arc in the air.

Aenarion had seen this tactic before, and raising his sword to block was easier than last time. He could also understand Mahmoud's difficulties. If he wanted him to continue to survive in the Ottoman Empire, he had to use all his strength to defeat him.

Aenarion's sword pointed at Mahmoud's chest again. The one-handed sword that was more than one meter long instantly turned into a five-meter-long spear!

This time, Mahmoud did not dodge. The sharp tip of the spear pierced the iron mesh mail covering his chest. Although it did not penetrate the armor's defense, it directly knocked him backwards and hit him heavily on the mast. The thousands of iron rings woven into the mast were shaking wildly and rustling in the impact.

"That's all? Aren't you very strong?! Is this all you can do to kidnap my sister and my mother?!"

Mahmoud threw the Atkan scimitar in his hand into the sky, grabbed the tip of the Blade of Change with both hands, and pulled it upward. The terrifying force passed along the five-meter-long spear shaft to Aenarion who was holding the end of the spear. He only felt his feet

He suddenly lost his balance and was lifted up by Mahmoud along with his spear into the air!

Grabbing the spear head, lifting the five-meter-long spear and the spearman up to the sky? Is this something a human can do?!

Before Inarion could react, Mahmoud twisted his waist and exerted force, holding the spear high in both hands and smashing it backwards. Inarion felt his body suddenly accelerate after losing balance, and the spear and he drew a perfect semicircular arc in the air, and was thrown from in front of Mahmoud to his back!

His strength was so great that he almost smashed the deck when he fell, and his entire psychic skeleton and the wooden boards under his back were covered with cracks from the impact.

Mahmoud let go of the spear with both hands, raised his right hand high, and accurately caught the Atkan scimitar that he had just thrown into the sky. He rushed forward like a tiger and slashed the psychic ribs that protected Aenarion. The huge impact force completely smashed the deck, and both of them fell into the cabin!

Angelos, who was in charge of supervision, nodded with satisfaction. Mahmoud's fighting was quite normal. Even if they had made some small moves before, it didn't matter. He didn't dare to really betray the Sultan. After all, they were all relatives. As long as they brought the two girls back to Izmir and took the heads of these robbers, everything could be salvaged.

"Except for the two Angelos, all others shall be killed without mercy."

Governor Angelos said calmly, and the ten Janissaries drew their scimitars and shields at the same time like precise machines, advancing forward in unison!

Chapter 124: Demonic Transformation

"I'll block this way! Mariana! Nidalee! Mriel! You three go help Aenarion!"

Artemisia displayed the Seal of Slaanesh on her left hand, activating the zombie slaves under her control. In an instant, more than seventy zombies hiding in the lower cabin let out eerie roars, staggered onto the deck, holding round shields and battle axes, and surrounded the Janissary squad.

Surrounded by more than seventy zombies, Artemisia skillfully prayed to the Lady of Thirst using the three halo spells of Slaanesh. The pink and alluring ripples of divine power slowly spread out in all directions with her as the center, transforming into a decadent and lewd chaotic halo that covered most of the deck.

The hands, feet, and eyes of the zombies inside the halo were burning with pink fire of Slaanesh. Their attacking movements suddenly became extremely fast and accurate. The bloated zombies could even make some incredible quick dodges!

【一环神术·癫狂光环】：消耗1点法力，十米内所有友军攻击速度增加33%（基于1/2圣骑士等级），持续4分钟。

【一环神术·优雅光环】：消耗1点法力，十米内所有友军额外获得2点闪避（基于1/2圣骑士等级），持续4分钟。

【一环神术·完美光环】：消耗1点法力，十米内所有友军额外获得2点命中（基于1/2圣骑士等级），持续4分钟。

However, no matter how much they are amplified, these guys are only level one zombies after all, and their weakest opponents are level four warriors. The zombie army with many amplifications can suppress level one Slaanesh pirates, but under the sharp blades of the Janissaries, they can only withstand a few more blows.

A Janissary raised his shield and resisted the zombie's axe blow. In the gap between the attacks, he used his shield to smash the corpse of the rich evil to the ground, and then stepped on its head and exploded it! The green preservative liquid splashed everywhere.

The scimitar in his right hand drew incredible arcs in the air. The second zombie raised his shield and barely blocked the first two attacks. The third attack strangely bypassed the edge of the shield and left a deep bloody mark on his forehead. If there had not been two zombies beside him wielding battle axes to force the Janissaries back, this zombie would probably have been chopped down by him.

The only good news is that the zombies have no morale. Even if the battle situation is bad, they will not collapse and run away. Artemisia can only rely on the zombies' fearlessness of death and their advantage of seven times the number of the Janissaries to barely fight them.

Mariana and Nidalee both turned into leopards and rushed to the lower deck to rescue Aenarion. At this moment, his psychic bones were completely shattered, and Mahmoud stepped on his chest and he fell to the ground motionless. The sharp tip of the knife was only separated from his throat by a layer of psychic armor.

"Your name is Aenarion, right?"

Mahmoud looked at the two leopards who came to support him with contempt, holding a knife in his right hand, and forming a seal with his left hand, he summoned a celestial brown bear about four meters long and weighing one ton, with four claws wrapped in golden flames! He blocked the narrow cabin passage tightly, making it impossible for the two women to pass through.

It is strange that Christians and Muslims are obviously incompatible, but the power of God and Allah's chosen people and believers is manifested in the form of golden flames.

"If this is all you can do, my sister and mother would rather stay at home than suffer with you overseas."

Mahmoud said lightly amid the deafening roar of the celestial brown bear.

"Come on, try to defeat me."

"as you wish."

Under Mahmud's terrifying pressure, Aenarion directly revealed his trump card. A drop of ultimate chaos magic fell into the ocean of psychic energy, causing ominous purple ripples.

Instantly, a chilling cold magic swept out from Aenarion! Even the Janissaries on the deck felt a little scared, immersed in the demon's psychic waves, as if they were in a warm and comfortable purple ocean, their bodies and consciousness continued to fall to the bottom of the sea, until they fell into an abyss from which there was no return.

Two arms covered with psychic armor suddenly grabbed Mahmoud's sword. Four more arms covered with gold-inlaid armor, like golden and silver petals, quietly bloomed in all directions. Violet magic patterns, like thorns, entangled his six arms, making him exude a suffocating pressure!

Four arms pulled out four transforming blades from the dimensional bag and transformed them into five-meter-long spears. Mahmoud was knocked out through the hole on the top of his head by the four spears!

Looking at Mahmoud who was knocked out of the hole in the deck by four spears, the governor was a little surprised, thinking that he was letting the enemy go again. But the next scene made him open his eyes wide in surprise. He saw six arms passing through the hole in the deck, supporting a tall and slender demon, who climbed onto the deck amid waves of heart-pounding psychic energy ripples.

In his eyes, there burned a catastrophic fire of desire.

This aura... a Godly Demon? No, this is the Demon Hunter's demonic transformation? !

"His-"

Aenarion picked up the spear that had fallen on the deck and pulled out the last blade of change. All six blades turned into one-handed swords. However, due to his height and arm span, these one-handed swords were 1.5 meters long, even longer than ordinary people's two-handed swords.

Mahmoud did not attack rashly, but retreated five meters away. The weapon's transformation enchantment has its limits, and the longest is a spear that is more than five meters long. It is better to hide at a safe distance first. This kid's demon form is quite interesting.

Aenarion chanted rapidly and directly used his strongest single attack, Death Coil. A skull burning with purple and green magic flames screamed across the sky and exploded on the opponent's body!

Mahmoud held up a magnificent divine shield with his left hand to block the magic attack, but that was just a bait. While the ripples of magic flames were blocking the opponent's vision, Aenarion used [Telekinesis Throwing], and the seven targets were selected as the six zombies killed by the Janissaries and Mahmoud himself.

However, the level gap between the two sides was too great, and he was unable to control Mahmoud. Only six zombies emitted a faint silver halo and floated in the air, smashing towards Mahmoud from all directions like meteors.

At the same time, he himself was holding six changing blades, and together with six zombies, they charged towards Mahmoud from seven different directions at the same time!!!

Chapter 125: Six-Armed Demonic Might

Mahmoud was on high alert. Where did this guy get six magic blades? However, there was nothing to be afraid of. It was just a long sword turned into a spear, and the attack distance was suddenly increased. As long as you pay attention to the direction of his blade, you can predict the attack.

But the next second, even Mahmud's eyes widened in surprise. The speed of Aenarion's transformation was so fast that his naked eyes couldn't even keep up with the speed of his wielding weapons! The six sharp sword tips were all aimed at his body without him noticing. At this moment, he was also affected by the three amplifications of the Slaanesh Paladin, so he couldn't hide!