Chapter 1058 Louis D'Orleans

Chapter 1058 Louis d’Orléans

Shylock is like a god of thunder.

He held a long staff, and thunder spread across the entire long corridor in an instant. Even the super long distances that his spells couldn't hit at all spread out in an instant because of the chain mechanism of the lightning chain.

——All this is because of the spell anchoring effect provided by Yasen!

Even if it is completely exposed out of sight, even if it is not locked by perception and vision, it can still hit the enemy 100%!

"Spell Anchoring" is such an unreasonable "sure-hit" gain.

In fact, in principle, it does not guarantee that the spell will hit. It just makes the spell as if it has gained life and can automatically find its way. If you use the fireball spell while the spell is anchored, the fireball spell will have a weak guide, turning and flying towards the enemy like a missile - but even so, it can be thrown away by detonating in advance or maneuvering at high speed. After all, It does not increase ballistic velocity.

But lightning spells are different.

As long as it is locked, it is a sure win!

Even extraordinary beings of the fifth and sixth energy levels can never avoid lightning!

It was more like a whip than a chain. The source of lightning continued to condense from Sherlock's staff, and the arc crackled on everyone - every time one person fell, the arc immediately jumped to the next person.

Sherlock actually had no idea about the effect of "Spell Anchoring", a unique spell at the fourth level of the Path of Beauty - not even Yassen himself knew about it.

But he guessed the effect of this state just by relying on his wisdom, and instantly thought of the most correct way to use it!

——This first chain lightning shot almost cleared the field.

Nearly half of those blood servants are mortals, and some have the level of the path of love or the path of devotion. But the highest level among them did not reach the fourth energy level and was instantly destroyed in front of Sherlock's spell.

And those children of the Moon with "extremely thick blood" will be electrocuted for a while... and lightning will condense on them and jump repeatedly.

It tore flesh and blood like a drill, emitting a burnt breath.

The charred corpses and gray stone statues were still dancing with electric light.

If Sherlock's character was based on a few years ago, he would never kill anyone. Regardless of whether the other person is good or evil, even if it is customary to save the other person's life. On the contrary, Edward is ruthless enough. When he reads minds and destroys other people's minds and souls, he will never be soft-hearted.

Because in Avalon, murder is a serious crime - even ministers can be prosecuted and imprisoned for "murder". No matter what the identity of the person killed or what crime he committed, he must be handed over to the legal court or court. The Arbitration Hall conducts trials and determines guilt.

Regardless of whether this is due to the failure of the political struggle, at least it can be announced as a "reason", which proves that Avalon attaches great importance to the law.

At least in Star Antimony and Iris, this kind of thing doesn't matter at all. No one would be surprised that "the noble Lord actually kills people." Rather... it would be surprising if someone came out and proved that they didn't have a single life on their hands.

And Sherlock is not so much abiding by the rules... as he is afraid of trouble.

But on the one hand, he was careful not to leave any weaknesses that could be exploited; on the other hand, he was always unscrupulous and completely unafraid of danger when investigating.

This is undoubtedly contradictory and conflicting. It is precisely because of this conflict that Shylock is always in a state of internal friction.

But now, Sherlock has grown up.

——As Isabel ascended the throne and Aiwas became pope, he gradually became less cautious.

But follow your inner impulse——

He has long wanted to take action against these children of the moon.

These blood slaves - they can't be considered human beings at all.

Once marked by the Moon Child's enchanting kiss, it is almost impossible to escape control by one's own will. They cannot have any negative or harmful thoughts towards their master... and if they are not sucked for a long time, they will feel unbearable loneliness and emptiness; once they are sucked, they will turn into extremely intense satisfaction.

As they suck blood again and again, their control will become deeper and deeper. For them, blood sucking is no longer a punishment or use, but a reward - in order to be sucked by blood, they can even do anything without any scruples. Even if the Enchanting Kiss itself can be dispelled as a curse, the changed heart has become irredeemable.

Punishing evildoers is also for justice!

but……

Suddenly, Sherlock paused, and the continuously discharged staff suddenly stopped buzzing.

He realized something else.

Even if the blood slaves are heinous, the Son of the Moon is not a human being at all...but there should always be innocent people captured in this room. Chain lightning will also capture those outside his field of vision.

"No need to worry," Aiwass's voice rang out from the white mist, "If you are worried about innocent people...

"I will bring them back. Believe in my healing ability... As long as they are the people you want to save, I can still bring them back to life even if they are dead."

The moment the roar of lightning stopped, Aiwass guessed what Sherlock was thinking.

As he spoke, he continued to pace forward.

As a healer, he was at the forefront among the three. Standing at the front of the cone array.

"Don't worry about that kind of thing," Aiwass's voice was calm and gentle, but full of a sense of reliability, "Both of you, fire as you please.

"I will bear all the responsibilities, and I will heal all the pain..."

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"——In the name of our ancestors."

A steady voice suddenly sounded, interrupting Aiwass's words: "Make this place a place of purity."

A gust of wind carrying the smell of blood suddenly blew by.

Sherlock immediately grabbed Aiwass and stopped. Yasen was the first of the three to react - he closed his mouth and at the same time held down the dagger at his waist vigilantly.

The white fog gradually thinned and dissipated.

Scene magic was cancelled, and buffs and protections were also dispelled. Even the azure blue rune light band around Sherlock's neck faded and disappeared - that was the effect of the "Foolish Song Tantra" being turned on.

In front of the three of them, a middle-aged man wearing a gorgeous black and red dress appeared.

It was a dress very similar to the old aristocratic style of the Herasl Empire. Like the outfit Bayard once wore when he was impersonating Aleister.

He has a thin cheek and neatly styled black curly hair. The back is straight, the left hand is behind the back, and the right hand is holding the cane. That delicate goatee looks quite elegant and graceful as an elder.

The middle-aged man stood in the bright candlelight, looking alone at the three people in the dim corridor.

Behind him were clean and bright tables, chairs and candlesticks, while the three Aiwass were surrounded by gray stone statues and charred corpses.

The middle-aged man looked at the three of them and frowned slightly. There was no emotion in the scarlet pupils.

Neither angry nor afraid. It's like a director examining the actors, criticizing their behavior with the sharpest eyes.

And Aiwass said slowly: "Louis de Orleans... Count Orleans, that's right."

"It's me."

Louis turned his gaze from Yassen to Aiwass and narrowed his eyes slightly.

He was silent for a while and then said calmly: "I don't know you, a strange fellow human being.

"Who is your 'father'?"