Chapter 653 Borrowing a Cup

Chapter 165

"Very good. Thank you for your enthusiastic support. I can assure you that you will never regret today's decision in the future!"

After all interested parties signed the agreement, the envoy put away the strange contract.

"Hehe... Then, everyone, please continue to enjoy the dance tonight. I will take my leave now."

Amidst a burst of weird laughter, the messenger and his escort walked directly to the exit of the venue.

On the dance floor at this moment, many professionals were huddled together in a huddle. The excessive sensory stimulation in a short period of time had caused them to completely fall into a state of unconsciousness.

The blood flowing from the wounds on their bodies dyed the stage red, adding a strong sense of evil to the scene, as if it were an altar where some evil ritual was being held.

"This... Lord Xiute, is it really right for us to cooperate with them?"

Looking at this scene, Alyssa's lips trembled, but she still couldn't help but ask in a low voice.

Her knightly instinct makes her extremely repulsive to these 'evils', but her aristocratic education tells her that doing so is the most beneficial move for herself.

The fierce conflict between the two made her hold the hilt of her beloved sword hard, feeling at a loss as to what to do.

"You need to learn to live with this, Alyssa."

Noticing her condition, Shute walked up to her and patted her shoulder gently with his armored right hand.

“I know exactly how you feel, but you must know one thing, the world does not run according to our will, and we cannot save everyone.

Sometimes, in order to achieve our ultimate goal, it is acceptable to compromise in some other aspects as long as it does not violate our bottom line. "

"However, that envoy clearly showed the power of the pagan cult, and did not put human life in his eyes at all. If the marquis of the empire cooperate with them, will they cause huge civilian casualties in the future?"

At this time, Luo Qi couldn't help but speak.

After all, he was born in the empire's Kalras province, and his family still lives there. He did not want his actions to overthrow the original rulers and liberate the civilians to cause more civilian casualties.

"Roach, I think you may have got one fact wrong. From ancient times to the present, has there been any change without bloodshed?"

Shute glanced at Roach's nervous expression, then looked at Matt's similarly grim expression, and couldn't help but sigh.

"The price for the establishment of the ancient magic empire was that many of the capitals of the United Kingdom were completely destroyed by the floating city, and the most stubborn resisters were reduced to ashes along with the millions of people living in them.

The price for the establishment of the three major empires on the mainland was a bloody turmoil that lasted for two full years. During those two years, all areas of the continent were embroiled in war, and no place was safe. Even if you are walking on the street, you may die from inexplicable super magic at any time.

In the process of history, all we [Xinghuo] can do is to make the blood shed as little as possible and for a shorter time, that's all. "

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….….

On the other side, the messenger who left the venue also encountered a little trouble at this moment.

In Dragon Cinema, it is not safe to walk alone on the street at night. Even if you are accompanied by others, it is best not to be less than three people.

Of course, middle and high-level professionals are excluded.

After casually dealing with some thugs who were looking for trouble, the messenger's steps suddenly stopped, and the eyes behind the silver-black mask became solemn.

Unlike those rotten fish and shrimps, he could clearly sense that there was some kind of real threat approaching him.

"There is no need to continue to be secretive. Your Excellency, I wonder what your purpose is?"

Sensing a familiar aura, the messenger spoke coldly, looking at the street corner ahead without any emotion.

There, a figure shrouded in a black burqa, whose identity was unclear, slowly walked out.

"It's very simple."

Underneath a black robe, Anvis smiled slightly.

"I would like to borrow your cup to play with for a few days. I wonder if you can agree to my little request."

"Cup? Ignorant man, are you asking for the power of gods?"

Hearing this, the envoy seemed to have heard something funny.

"I can feel the power of desire surging in your spirit.

However, Your Excellency, whose identity is unknown, gives you a piece of advice. If I were you, I would change my path in a heartbeat. Because at the end of the road ahead of you, God has been waiting for you for a long time. "

"I don't think so, Your Majesty."

Anvis shook his head and spoke calmly.

In fact, from the moment the cup appeared, Anvis truly understood that this was the aggregate of desire he was truly pursuing.

So, he temporarily put aside the situation at the venue and chased out directly.

Indeed, that cup might be the incarnation of the power of some alien god, but there were already enough alien gods eyeing him, not least of which was this one.

If he could completely absorb the power of desire contained in that cup, it might be enough for his seed of desire to truly enter the next stage.

"You made a bad decision."

Seeing that Anvis was unmoved, the messenger returned to his expressionless expression.

He didn't see any action. The next moment, the guard beside him took action without warning, and a black lightning instantly struck Anvis, trying to catch him by surprise.

But in the surprised eyes of the storm warlock, the black lightning that hit Avis' body penetrated through as if nothing, silently melting a deep hole in the road surface of the alley behind him.

"Illusion?"

Glancing at the streets around him that had been filled with a layer of mist, the messenger waved his hand, and a faint red enveloped the storm warlock.

So, in the eyes of the storm warlock, the original figure of 'Avis' suddenly dissipated, and a new figure appeared again on the roof of a nearby house.

"The power of the gods is really convenient..."

Helplessly looking at the eighth-level guard who had discovered his true body, Avis adjusted the illusion light ice domain, changing from the original concealment mode to the strong attack mode.

"But I think there is probably some limitation to the power you have obtained?"

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….….

Just as it appeared, this battle between the eighth-level lasted only a very short time, and then ended abruptly.

The huge illusion field emitting white light covered an area of ​​several miles, isolating all prying eyes from the outside world.

After enduring three of the ninth-level one-time attack artifacts sponsored by Bishop Yanile, the messenger and his guards still couldn't stand the fourth one.

Thanks to Anvis's special control of the output, the two were not completely purified directly.

Although the power of desire can pollute the holy power, it also depends on the quality and quantity difference between the two.

Unveiling the messenger's mask, Anvis pressed one hand on the messenger's face, and then controlled the operation of the seed of desire, patiently pulling the cup out little by little with the power of desire.