The Holy Right of a Comic

That is exactly what Eltruchi has wanted for eight hundred years.

It's not that the ancient red gave up easily, it's that the Dongzheng Patriarch in front of him is too insightful, if he becomes king, he will definitely let his people follow him and sing his desires.

But now it's not much worse. As the patriarch of Dongzheng, he is the spiritual leader of hundreds of millions of people.

Eltruchi thought so.

Even Ji Jun, a dead disciple as proud as her, was 'taught' by this man in a few months and almost lost his resistance.

The 800-year escape career of "Twenty-Nine Three" has already made Erte Luqi feel extremely aggrieved and angry. Even because of her serious injury, the black knight and the white knight, who obviously possess great power, are both taboos. Not daring to fight a strong enemy for a long time, as long as she finds danger, she will take her, Ji Jun, to escape.

Fortunately, even though the two knights were dead disciples, they still had the spirit of knights, and they had been loyally protecting their lord, but because of their own reasons, the knights could not face the enemy openly, and could only think about how to escape. It was absolutely unbearable for Eltruchi.

Therefore, she must find a way to restore her full strength. Only in this way can she take revenge on those who have been chasing and killing her, but no matter whether it is the Church, the Dead Apostles or even the magician, she will not easily restore her strength. It has been hindering her, and the blood that Roy gave her now is the moment when she is closest to recovering from some injuries.

‘If I hadn’t been deceived by Zbia, I wouldn’t have been so downcast. '

Thinking of the dean of the Atlas Academy, Erte Luqi felt even more depressed.

That was four hundred years ago. At that time, Zbia Eltnam Oberon had been the dean of Atlas Academy for two hundred years, and he was close to the end of his life as an orthodox magician, but Zbia still hadn't calculated the possibility of 'avoiding the extinction of mankind', so the dean of the Atlas Academy took the initiative to find Elte Luqi in order to gain more life and time.

As the ruler of blood and contract, Alteluchi is not as good as the true ancestor in terms of physical ability, but she has her own abilities. She is very excited that the principal of Atlas Academy has joined her. She thought that as long as Zibia became loyal to her ancestors, she could greatly ease her situation at that time.

Therefore, in the injured state, at the cost of aggravating the injury, Erte Luqi signed a contract with Zibia to help Zibia complete the transformation of the dead disciples, and at the same time let Zibia use her power to complete her own mission. ceremony.

Zbia happened to be in the Principality of Wallachia when the ritual conversion was completed, and caused many innocent casualties. The church called this newly born ancestor of the Dead Apostles "Night of Wallachia".

But no one expected that Tsbia, who became the "Night of Wallachia", performed calculations after becoming the "phenomenon", and found that there was still no way to "save mankind from perishing". The dean of the Atlas Academy, who left behind, separated himself from the state of "phenomenon" and turned "Walachia Night" into a mechanism that has no self-awareness and only exists as "Chong". He himself ran back to Egypt in the body of a dead disciple, and continued to be his dean.

Today, one of the three deans of the Magic Association is still doing his own research at the Atlas Academy, but Elt Lucy, who paid a huge price, got nothing. At that time, he almost vomited blood. The dean made full use of the ancient red, not only got the body of a dead disciple who can continue to study, but also kicked her away after finding that borrowing the power of the ancient red could not achieve his wish, which can be described as a The real ruthless person completely regarded the black concubine of the Dead Apostle as a tool man.

But now, there is another person who uses her as a tool, but he is more arrogant than Zbia. After all, after Zbia ran away, he stayed in the Atlas Academy to prevent revenge, and this People are almost blatantly telling you that I treat you as a tool, but Elt Lucy can't refuse, and can only do things for others honestly.

Thinking of this, ancient Zhihong couldn't help but looked to her side. After seeing the man who always had a gentle smile, she really wanted to punch him, and wanted to see if he could still laugh at that time.

"What's the matter, Luqi...look what I do."

In the prayer room, Roy sat in front of a piano and played the third movement of Mozart's Piano Sonata No. 11 in A major, that is, the famous "Turkish March". With his fingers closed, he was immersed in the piano repertoire with his eyes closed and a smile on his lips, but he was extremely sensitive to Erte Luqi's small movements......

"Why do you like to bully my concubine so much?"

Erte Luqi opened her mouth slightly, and for some reason asked such a sentence that did not fit her identity.

"Boys always like to bully the girls they like. Although they are childish, they contain the most sincere feelings of human beings, don't they?"

Roy didn't open his eyes, ten fingers landed on the black and white keys like butterflies wearing flowers, and said softly.

"Are you trying to say that you like being a concubine?"

Erte Luqi laughed a little, a little angry, she didn't think the man in front of her was such an ignorant child.

"The concubine should be really proud of her charm. Even Roy Crowley, the patriarch of the church, who is called the 'Angel on Earth', was captured by the elegance and beauty of the concubine."

Eltruchi's mocking expression was not so much a boast, but a mockery and irony to Roy.

Roy's finger rested on a piano key, and the sound of the piano echoing in the prayer room slowly dissipated. He turned his head to look at Erte Luqi's beautiful, flawless face like a fairy. , just smiled and said: "...I don't like you, I'm just greedy for your body."

"you……"

Eltrucchi was angry and ashamed for a while, she looked at Roy suspiciously, trying to find his true thoughts from his face, but soon Eltrucci gave up, this man's The way of thinking and whether she is telling the truth cannot be seen through with her ability of 2.7.

Is this man really interested in her body like those ordinary people? This is not impossible. Sometimes what this man does is so vulgar, but the ancient red is more of disbelief. If he is really only interested in his body, then in these few months In the short time, he has countless opportunities and enough ability to make himself submit.

Erte Luqi, who couldn't figure it out, didn't think about it, she just asked with a sullen face: "...Where is Al Nahat?"

"He's just on the outskirts of St. Petersburg. I'll tell you the exact location, and I'll leave it to you to deal with the ancestor of the dead."

Roy looked away, and his fingers landed on the black and white keys again.

This time Eltruchi didn't make a sound, but just listened to the music he played in a daze. The art of human beings is really wonderful, and the music he played is really nice. .

Chapter 42: Moon Eclipse Princess of Black Blood

In 1908, the suburbs of St. Petersburg.

Even in the modern day of the 21st century, there are no streetlights and other things in the suburbs of many cities, let alone Tsarist Russia in the early 20th century.

Today's moonlight is bright and bright, covering up the brilliance of many stars, as if telling the world that such a night is most suitable for the actions of vampires.

The outskirts of St. Petersburg are desolate, and shadows can be seen among the trees, and many pale shadows are walking under the night.

"Ah, those hateful agents, how did they find me."

A figure that can be described as 'twisted' and 'twisted' is moving in the forest. This is an extremely weird 'person', or he has lost his appearance as a 'human'.

His body is twisted together, acting with a distortion that is absolutely unacceptable to ordinary people, his waist is bent at ninety degrees, like a monster on all fours, the limbs and head are also bent in different directions , the body and these organs are not connected in any way, as if the space between the organs and the body has been folded, although they are not connected together, they can still move freely.

If you put this monster in human society, it absolutely does not need make-up, it is 27 evil spirits in a horror movie.

Beside this twisted monster, there are more than a dozen pale and skinny figures following him. These monsters are the ghouls he has transformed.

Al Nahat, the twenty-seventh ancestor of the Dead Apostles and the twenty-fourth ancestor, possesses an ability that is also well-known among the ancestors, that is, the ability to inevitably wipe out the opponent in one-on-one situations .

Even the Dead Apostles and True Ancestors who claim to be extremely immortal will lose a lot of power if they are affected by this ability. Even if they don't die directly like ordinary creatures, they will become weak and unbearable for a long time. It is the ability to injure one thousand enemies and self-injure one thousand, which is close to the ability of "straight to death".

Of course, when using this ability, Al Nahat will also 'die', and then it will take decades to be resurrected.

As a Dead Apostle, Al Nahat's strength is not outstanding, but his special ability makes even the ancestors unwilling to provoke him. None of the twenty-seven ancestors of the Dead Apostles has any enemies. It would be bad if the enemy came to the door at that time, so no one wanted to die with this ancestor.

The same is true for the Church of the Holy Church. Al Nahat is one of the twenty-seven ancestors after all. It is impossible for ordinary agents to beat him. If the church sends those strong enough to destroy the ancestors, those strong people can They are also the precious vitality of the church, and if they cause their own losses for this reason, the loss outweighs the gain.

As Bai Yigong's weapon, this ancestor will receive Bai Yigong's attention and attention. Even if someone really dies with him, Bai Yigong will take him back in time.

It is precisely under the constraints of many parties that this ancestor has lived extremely chicly for hundreds of years.

"You are too careless, Al Nahat. No one has provoked you for hundreds of years, which made you arrogant and lazy. You are so blatant when you come to the territory of the church. Should you say that you are bold or too stupid? .”

Just when Al Nahat was complaining, complaining that he was discovered by the Church of the Holy Church, and only killed a dozen people before he could only escape from the village he met before, in this quiet forest, a voice came. A cold and proud voice.

With the appearance of this sound, the bright moon in the sky seemed to have changed, as if there was jet black blood climbing on the surface of the moon and devouring it like a "Tiangou eclipsing the moon".

This is exactly the vision that the black princess of the eclipse will cause when she shows her full power.

When Al Nahat saw this scene, he knew who it was.

"Master Ji, Lord Ji, you are the black Ji Jun of our dead disciples!! Hahahaha, I have been chasing you for more than five hundred years, for more than five hundred years, you are finally coming out to meet me, you admirers!"

Al Nahat made a frenzied voice, just like those perverts who have been tailgating in order to chase girls, but what Al Nahat's distorted voice revealed is not what is right for Alte Lucy Nostalgia and love, but riotous to ecstatic killing intent.

Then, under the gaze of the ancestor, a tall lady came out of the shadows ahead.

She was wearing a well-fitting nun's uniform, and the hat on the nun's clothing was thrown somewhere by her. Her waist-length jet-black long hair seemed to be braided by shadows, and it swayed with the wind under the black blood moon. A sweet bloody smell.

Eltruchi's legs under a nun's uniform are covered with a pair of boots. Her perfect and mature figure is comparable to that of her younger sister Arquette. Ji Jun is more mature and feminine.

Even if the nun's clothes are not revealing at all, it can't conceal her slender waist, the majesty of her chest, and her overly white jade muscles.

The Heiji of the Dead Apostles transformed herself from the very beginning, and stood in front of Al Nahat with her true full body.

Her expression was indifferent and arrogant, her face was peerless, and her facial features were extremely beautiful alone, but when they were combined together, it was even more like a dream.

But it's a pity that standing in front of such a beautiful Ji Jun is a dead disciple who doesn't know what "beauty" is. No, it should be said that in Al Nahat's eyes, Erte Luqi is also extremely beautiful, but What makes her beautiful is not her appearance, but her identity and that chaotic and noble blood.

"Where's your guard, Lord Ji Jun! How dare you appear in front of me alone, don't you know that this will really make you die completely!"

Al Nahat looked around for possible black knights and white knights, as well as her unidentified calamity beast.

However, the Twenty-Fourth Patriarch actually didn't care whether those people were here or not. He could activate his ability as long as the target was in his field of vision. But they easily killed Hei Ji once.

And as long as she can kill Hei Ji once with her special ability, with the current physical condition of Erte Luqi, it is estimated that she will almost become an ordinary person after resurrection, and there will be no danger except immortality.

It was with this kind of mind that Al Nahat was able to take care of himself.

"You don't need to look for it, neither Sir Rui Zuoer nor Sir Brad are here."

There was almost no expression on Erte Luqi's face, as indifferent as a stone puppet standing in the sea of ​​mandala flowers in Huangquan, which was completely different from the expressive appearance in front of Roy before.

This is the true face of Eltruchi, without too much emotion, without too much thought, only absolute nobility and coolness, even a smile can hardly be seen on her face.

If the black girl in the church is seen by others, it will surprise those who know her well.

To a certain extent, Eltruchi is similar to Elquite as a weapon, except that one is unwilling to waste too much expression and emotion, and the other has no such knowledge at all.

"Your guard isn't here?? Ahhh, my beautiful and noble black Jijun, you finally figured it out, are you going to trade your life for the unity of the Dead Apostles!"

"...Tevm Ottenrose, have you seen that our Lord Ji Jun finally stands in front of us like a warrior!"

Al Nahat loudly yelled the name of the seventeenth ancestor of the Dead Apostles. The ancestor of the Dead Apostles, known as 'White Winged Lord', was Eltruchi's biggest opponent. The existing ancestors of the Dead Apostles can be described as veritable kings of the Dead Apostles. Apart from Hei Ji and her entourage, there are also the top ten ancestors who are too mysterious and almost never appear. All the remaining ancestors are more or less All belong to those who support him.

And now Al Nahat is connecting with him through the magic of the Age of Gods that White Wing Lord set on him, because Al Nahat knows that after activating his ability, he will lose his mobility, and he needs the White Wing Lord He recycles.

...

In the depths of a snow-covered forest in Siberia, a burly Dead Apostle is observing everything that happened on the outskirts of St. Petersburg through the magic of the Age of Gods.

"Huh? She dared to appear in front of Nahat alone. Is there any conspiracy by the black princess? No matter, since she dared to appear, let's kill her!"

"...Al Nahat, kill her!"

The majestic voice of the dead king gave the order. .

Chapter 43 The Song of Saya

"Ahhhh, I got it, I got it! Tevem Altenrose!"

Al Nahat let out an extremely weird laugh, as hoarse as a night owl, he looked at the expressionless Altruki in front of him, opened his arms and said frantically: "...the great black of the eclipse moon Ji, let me go to hell together!"

"I don't want to be a companion on the road to hell with a dirty guy like you."

Alteluchi said indifferently, but she didn't mean to dodge at all, because the Heiji of the Dead Apostle knew that when her figure fell into Al Nahat's vision, she had already been captured by the opponent's ability up.

The twenty-fourth patriarch did not have any shining points in terms of physical strength, magic ability, etc., but even so, the Holy Church still listed him under the name of the twenty-seventh patriarch of the dead. It can be seen how powerful and pure his power to return with others is. This ability alone is enough to make him the seat of the twenty-seventh ancestor.

The former Eltruchi had been avoiding this guy all the time, but she didn't expect that she would stand in front of him so openly today.

A cold breath of death descended, making Erte Luqi's delicate body tremble. She knew that Al Nahat had activated her ability.

I saw this dead apostle composed of 'distortion' and 'twist', his asymmetrical body surface began to beaded with blood, completely staining his body red, even his facial features, which could barely be called Blood was flowing, and at the same time, Erte Luqi's body began to be out of control, and her blood began to overflow like Al Nahat, and bloodstains flowed from the delicate facial features, making her The beautiful face was tinged with an evil allure.

Al Nahat seemed to be praying to some evil god, speaking incomprehensible obscenity, and twisted and sticky tentacles grew on his body. In the blink of an eye, this The ancestor of the Dead Apostles became a tentacle monster.

"God, this is my death and sacrifice to you!!!"

"Peng———"

There was a dull explosion sound, and the bodies of Al Nahat and Eltruchi swelled at the same time, and then burst into a gorgeous blood flower like a balloon.

I saw the dead disciple Hei Ji's body exploded into pieces, and the jet-black blood turned into a pond, staining the soil under her feet and the surrounding trees red, and the bloody sweetness permeated the surroundings. The bones were scattered all over the place, the internal organs were shattered, and the beautiful body turned into a disgusting thing of muscle and fat glued together. It can be said that the current Alteluchi has become a pure piece of meat.

Al Nahat was also in the same situation as Erte Luqi, he also turned into a puddle of minced meat, but compared to Erte Luqi, his flesh was bigger and neater, Instead, it has a sense of order.

It's the exact opposite of his twisted, twisted look from before.

The two ancestors of the Dead Apostles died the moment they came into contact with each other, but both Al Nahat and Eltruchi had extremely strong immortality, and the pieces of flesh all over the ground began to squirm. A terrifying posture is trying to gather, and the two ancestors of the Dead Apostles seem to be competing for who can be resurrected faster.

At this moment, a deep and ancient majestic voice came from this uninhabited suburb, "...Ancient Red, I don't know why you made such a choice, but since you have already made a choice, Just bear the consequences of your choice¨〃!"

That voice was White Winged Lord who was far away in Siberia. He had been observing here through the magic of the Age of Gods that he had mastered. Part of Al Nahat's organs can be recovered, and as long as this part of the organs can be recovered completely, the ancestor of the Dead Apostles can be resurrected perfectly in a few years or decades.

There was a wave of fluctuations in the space, and Al Nahat's body began to distort. This is an ability that is enough to be called "magic" in the eyes of modern magicians. This is what modern magicians find difficult to understand. Pursuing Age of Gods Magic!

And just when that spatial fluctuation appeared, this uninhabited suburban source also began to become active, and the magic power began to be manipulated by someone's ideas here, and it was working hard to form a sealed magic, so that the general would be resurrected The flesh and blood of Erte Luqi was completely sealed.

Even if he died with Al Nahat, the Black Princess of the Dead Apostles couldn't die so easily. In order to prevent Altruchi from escaping after being resurrected, Lord White Wing decided to perform sealing magic here. Seal her on the spot, and White Winged Lord's main body can come quickly and kill Elte Lucki here.

Launching magic from Siberia to St. Petersburg across thousands of kilometers is simply beyond the imagination of modern magicians. If modern magicians want to launch magic of this level and distance, they need to make a lot of preparations in advance. It takes a big ceremony to complete, but for the magicians of the Age of Gods, as long as they master the high-speed oracle, they can even do it in a few bars of chanting.

"Compared to magic, I trust the body of the dead disciples more, but I don't know how many dead disciples have forgotten that I am a magician who has lived from the age of gods to the present. Even in the age of gods, I am one of the best magicians. One, so you are qualified to be that lord's original follower."

The majestic and high-spirited voice of Lord White Wing echoed in the outskirts of St. Petersburg, "...Eltluchi Brunstadt, after you die, no dead disciples will be able to fight against me, and I will become a true The king of the Dead Apostles, the thousands of years of disputes between the Dead Apostles will come to an end!"

Just as Lord Bai Wing declared his victory, another voice came——

"This is impossible, Tevem Altenrose, if you lead the Dead Apostles and become the king of the Dead Apostles, then the world line will change again, and the humanity of this world will fade away, inhuman." Weird' will dominate."

"...Two thousand years ago, I managed to save humanity and put the world on the right path. I can't let you let my efforts go to waste now two thousand years later."

The voice resounded abruptly in the woods. Like Bai Yigong's voice, this sudden voice was also very majestic, but compared to Bai Yigong's chilling coldness, this voice is softer.

"who!"

With Bai Yigong's angry shout, the source in the air shook, and then Bai Yigong saw a man wearing an Orthodox robe coming from the forest through Al Nahat's body. Walk slowly into the depths.

"'‖Are you... the Patriarch of the Orthodox Church?"