Chapter 280

Angelica felt as if there was a voice calling her.

She felt as if her body had become light and fluttery, as if she could fly from the ground at any time, flying to the moon that was unknown how far away.

Confused, Angelica gently stretched out her little hand, was she trying to catch the soft moonlight?

Suddenly, she seemed to feel a subtle touch on her fingers, as if there was really a little hand interlocking with hers.

The puzzled expression on Angelica's beautiful face became more and more intense. She didn't know what that feeling was, but she didn't seem to feel any malice.

"Angelica..."

Finally, she heard clearly that the invisible existence seemed to be calling her name.

A slight smile appeared on Angelica's little face. She was very curious, why did the other party know her name?

Who was that existence in the void?

Although suspicious, she didn't hate that feeling, not at all.

"Angelica..."

The other party was still calling.

"Angelica..."

The voice seemed to be getting louder and louder.

Then, a small hand blocked Angelica's sight, waving up and down: "Hey, Angelica, I'm back to my soul, what are you doing?"

The body trembled, as if Angelica's consciousness, which had already flown away, finally came back at this time.

He turned around in a daze and found that it was Antasia who was beside him, looking at him suspiciously.

"Antasia, were you calling me just now?"

"Who else could it be if not me? Is there anyone else here? I called you twice and there was no response at all. What are you doing? Standing here stupidly, don't scare me." Antasia was obviously a little worried.

Angelica's appearance just now was really weird, as if her soul was taken away by some invisible existence.

This made Antasia a little scared.

After experiencing so many things, Antasia has also understood that in this world, in the vast starry sky, there are many strange existences that she does not understand or even cannot understand.

And the fate of being targeted by those existences is often very terrible.

The eldest prince, O'Neill, Karsus...

In this palace, Angelica is her best sister. She doesn't want to see Angelica fall into such a situation.

Angelica smiled softly: "Nothing, I just feel that the moonlight tonight is really beautiful, don't worry."

"Let's go back and rest."

The slight mumbling, like a gentle whisper, still echoed in her ears.

Chapter 3 is here.

Chapter 334 Athena: Am I not as good as Sylph? (4)

On the other side.

The palace.

An angry roar came from Wordsworth's room. Carol, who was outside the door, curled up slightly. Her little face was a little pale, and her eyes were obviously full of fear.

As a princess, Carol has always been fearless.

Among all the royal family members, if we were to select the person who least resembles a royal member, Carol would definitely be the top one, and there would be a huge gap between her and the second place.

She was fearless, whether facing monsters on the battlefield or facing the thugs who broke into the palace during the Mavis incident.

While many of her brothers were hiding and screaming in fear, this girl tied the thug's neck with a whip and dragged his broken body around.

While running, she also laughed strangely.

After the incident, some princes said that Carol was more terrifying than those thugs.

But now, even Carol was afraid, his white teeth biting his lips tightly, and his slender and fit body was trembling slightly.

The source of all this fear came from his father's room.

Carol's impression of his father has always been rude, wild, and generous. He would slap you on the back with his palm that could easily smash a stone, without worrying that he would accidentally shatter your heart, and then grin and laugh.

He was evaluated as the emperor who was least like an emperor.

Carol has always liked this kind of father.

But in the past month or so, Carol didn't know when the change started. It should be after the Mavis incident.

Perhaps, influenced by the two princesses Angela and Sharon, and the Queen Mavis's cheating and betrayal, his father's temperament changed drastically.

He held a whip-like thing in his hand all day long, and his mood was unpredictable. Once anything that made him dissatisfied happened, he would scold and beat.

Not to mention the ministers and nobles of the empire, even these princes and princesses were no exception.

Sometimes, when Carol faced his father, he even had a creepy fear, as if he was not facing his father, but a ferocious beast that chose people to eat.

Not long after, the door opened, and a figure staggered out from inside.

One hand covered his face, and the gaps between his fingers were full of bright red blood.

This person was Bernard Abelsheen, the third son of Wordsworth.

Although his talent in spiritual practice is not satisfactory, he is very good at state management and government affairs. He is the most favored heir to the throne after the death of the eldest prince.

But now, even Bernard could not escape being punished by Wordsworth.

When he found Carol standing outside the door, Bernard showed a somewhat awkward smile: "It's Carol's sister..."

"What's the reason this time?" Carol bit her lips and asked.

At the same time, he stepped forward and pushed Bernard's palm away.

It was obviously a whip that hit him hard. Half of his face was beaten to a bloody mess. In some places, you can even see the bones in the rotten flesh. You can imagine how hard the whip of the father was.

If it was a little harder, maybe the whole brain would be broken.

Bernard looked back with some fear, and then walked away.

After walking a distance, Bernard spoke up: "What else could it be? Because the two families of Marquis Gro and Marquis Huoqi have always had many conflicts, and sometimes they even fought each other."

"These two nobles are staunch royalists. My father doesn't want to see internal conflicts, so he arranged for me to go and mediate."

"I have been busy for more than a month, and finally the two families shook hands and made peace. We all sat down and drank a few glasses of wine together. When I reported to my father, he suddenly became furious and asked if I was deliberately trying to win over the nobles to cultivate my own strength and wanted to usurp power... Oh, it hurts..."

Bernard was helpless. Who could he go to for justice? Carol was cleaning the wound on his brother's face, which made Bernard grin.

Unfolding a magic scroll, the soft holy light enveloped his face, and the wound gradually began to recover.

Bernard touched his cheek. Fortunately, his handsome face was not destroyed. After a pause, Bernard said again: "I am already good. The situation of the eighth son is terrible. He was beaten by the king yesterday and became incontinent. He didn't go out all day today. I think he is almost broken. Hey, what happened to the king?"

Carol frowned. She couldn't stand it anymore: "I will go to the king..."

But before she could take a step out, Bernard grabbed Carol's wrist: "My dear sister, please don't go. If you go there at this time, the king might think that I instigated it. Don't you beat me to death? I will be beaten to death."

"Hey, although I don't want to say this, but... the king seems to be really crazy!"

...

In the emperor's bedroom, Wordsworth was disheveled and had no style that an emperor should have.

Holding a dark gray whip stained with blood in both hands, his eyes were full of bloodshot.

His throat was wheezing, and he seemed to hear chaotic and noisy sounds in his ears, as if countless people were laughing wildly in his ears.

Bastards, all of them are a bunch of bastards.

These unruly people want to kill him and seize his throne, and he, Wordsworth, will never allow this to happen.

Especially those little bastards, I am still alive and well.

After panting violently for a while, Wordsworth's mood seemed to calm down a little, and he raised his hand to look at the dark gray whip in his palm.

The main body of this whip is a hair he pulled off from the huge right hand in the underground palace.

Wordsworth's eyes were full of obsession.

Since he brought this thing with him, it didn't take long for his level to rise by one level, reaching level 94.

You know, he has been trapped at level 93 for several years.

And this is only part of the power. He can feel that there are more and more powers waiting for him to absorb in this hair.

Not enough!

Not enough!

He wants more.

Such amazing energy is hidden in just a hair, what about blood?

What about skin and flesh?

What about meridians?

What about bone marrow?

There must be more energy hidden in it... Now that so many people want to kill him and seize the throne of the emperor, he has to become stronger.

Wordsworth's eyes became redder and redder.

He was like a complete madman, opening the passage to the ground and appearing in front of the God's right hand again.

The terrifying pressure made Wordsworth crawl on the ground, but the situation seemed to be much better than last time. Wordsworth crawled in front of the God's right hand in an almost crawling way, looking at the crystal clear blood beads at the broken end and the scarlet flesh.

The next second, Wordsworth could no longer control himself, and a suppressed low roar came from his throat. He suddenly pounced on it, opened his mouth, and seemed to have really turned into a pure beast, and began to bite the scarlet flesh.

After a long time, Wordsworth finally wiped the corner of his mouth with satisfaction. Although he didn't bite off a piece of meat, he swallowed a drop of blood.

This should be considered a good harvest!

But before he could calm down, indescribable pain swept through his body. His whole body curled up on the ground, twitching violently, convulsing, and howling.

Pain... pain worse than death!

...

The palace of the brave.

Athena's room.

Her long eyelashes trembled slightly, and Athena, who had been sleeping for a long time, finally opened her eyes.

She hadn't slept so comfortably for a long time. There seemed to be some confusion in her chestnut eyes, and she didn't figure out what happened to her.

After a while, scenes began to play out in her mind.

Oh, yes, when I was studying the slate, I was watched by an indescribable strange existence, and then hallucinations began to appear in front of my eyes, and my consciousness was invaded. I cut my thigh with a knife, and finally got rid of the hallucinations with the severe pain.

Then, Qin Chu appeared and said that he might have been corrupted by the evil god and needed treatment.

Treatment?

Recalling the scene of the previous treatment, Athena felt that her cheeks were all red and hot.

To be honest, the treatment process was really bad.

Especially in front of Sylph, Athena didn't know how she endured it. According to Sylph's guidance, she adopted the second treatment plan.

It still hurts now.

I don't know what the result of the treatment is. Just when Athena was confused, she suddenly felt that the light in the room was still on, and a figure was sitting in front of the desk, holding a slate in his hand and reading.

That scene scared Athena, and she looked closely and found that the person was Qin Chu, and she was slightly relieved.

At this moment, Qin Chu seemed to sense the movement behind him, turned his head, and smiled at Athena: "Awake?"

The candlelight illuminated Qin Chu's face. Although he still looked familiar, his heartbeat was inexplicably accelerated.

I always felt that Qin Chu seemed particularly charming now.

Athena shook her head gently, her wavy long hair swaying gently, suppressing the chaotic thoughts deep in her heart: "Qin Chu, how is my situation? Am I branded by the evil god like Sylph?"

"No." Qin Chu nodded: "Your situation is different from Sylph's."

This made Athena feel a little relieved.