Chapter 508: Fearful Dianxi

Mishu Voronov felt that he was unworthy of being a great mage.

As a great mage second only to the sage magician, he was already a powerful force that could influence one side. The royal family of the Holy British Empire also spent a lot of money to finalize a contract with him, but he failed in his duty.

Looking at Verni Cristia, who was lying on the ground with a branch stuck in his temple, Mishu felt that he was dreaming.

How could a person who was fine just now be killed by a branch? Who killed him? Why didn't he find the murderer?

He is a great mage!

It seems too fake to him that a branch killed a mage. Even if Verni was defenseless, he shouldn't die without any resistance.

This means that Verni didn't know that the murderer was so powerful, and maybe he didn't even see what the murderer looked like!

Mishu began to fear, because Verni was the most beloved son of the King of the Holy British Empire. If he knew that he was dead, his fate would be...

Thinking of this, Mishu shuddered and wanted to escape from this continent, but he knew it was impossible.

I have signed a contract magic with the royal family of the Holy British Empire. If I run away, the king of the Holy British Empire will definitely find out in the first place, and then the contract magic will be activated, and I will have no choice but to die!

"Alas, Your Highness..." Mixiu sighed lightly, then picked up Verni's body and returned to the direction of the palace.

What is coming will come, and what should be faced must be faced. Escape is the only way out!

...

"Young Master!"

Zhou Shuoran saw the young master returning, his face lit up, and he hurried over to ask about his well-being, and then looked behind the young master: "Verni..."

"Dead." The young master said lightly.

"Really killed?" Zhou Shuoran was shocked. The young master was just a high-level level 3 magician, but he actually killed the magician alone? This fighting power is too fierce!

"Young Master is mighty!" Zhou Shuoran flattered him.

The young master snorted coldly: "Have you finished what I asked you to do?"

"My young master, it's done!" Zhou Shuoran said proudly: "The room at the Saint Fitia Hotel has been prepared, and I secretly installed surveillance and recording while I was away looking for them."

"Go there now!"

"Yes!"

...

The Royal Palace of the Holy British Empire, the sky tower where King Sylvik Christia is located.

This is a tower palace built using gravity system magic, located in the sky above the back of the palace, where the king likes to stay alone.

At this time, in the hall of the tower.

Mishu Voronov knelt on the white floor, his forehead touching the floor, like a prawn with a bow, and dared not move his body.

In front of him, Vernie kept his expression before death, lying quietly on the floor. Further ahead, Sylvik Christia sat on a carefully crafted chair, staring at Vernie's body in a daze.

At this moment, he did not have the domineering power of the King of the Holy British Empire, nor the high and mighty sage magician.

Now, he is just a father who lost his most beloved child.

Suddenly, Sylvik clenched his hands, and the magic power in his body swept out because of the inner rage. The powerful energy formed in an instant directly caused cracks in the ground and walls. Mixiu was even thrown out and hit the wall hard, spurting out a mouthful of blood.

But he immediately got down from the wall and knelt in front of Sylvik again.

Sylvik stood up, walked step by step to Willney's body, squatted down, stretched out his hand and gently closed Willney's eyes.

Before Willney died, he had no defense, and his entire spiritual world was destroyed in an instant, so his facial expression remained the same as before his death.

There was no pain, no doubt, and he died peacefully.

"Mishu Voronov!" Silvik stood up and walked to Mishu step by step: "You are the Grand Mage, the magician I specially selected to protect Verni, and this is the answer you gave me?"

"Verni was killed, and he had no power to resist. What level of magician do you think can have such strength?"

"Grand Mage? You can't feel it at all? Or your strength is not even as good as Verni. Verni underestimated him, and you also underestimated him?"

"Which of these two guesses is correct?"

Mishu Voronov shuddered: "Your Majesty... Your Majesty..."

Silvik's eyes became more and more indifferent: "I checked the remaining magic power on the branch. The strength of that magic power is only high-level 3, do you know?"

Mishu Voronov's pupils suddenly shrank, and despair emerged on his face.

The means of the sage magician are incredible. It is not difficult to see the remaining magic power from a branch, and this ending makes Mishu despair!

The one who killed His Highness Willney was only a high-level 3 magician. Whether the murderer suppressed his strength to high-level 3 or was only a high-level 3 magician, his strength when he killed Willney was weaker than Willney.

The gap between high-level magicians and magicians and great magicians is far wider than the chasm. With many high-level guards and a great magician guarding, Willney was killed silently. The guards cannot shirk their responsibility!

Mishu Voronov took a deep breath and then stood up: "Your Majesty, I know that I failed in my duty and let His Highness die. I am willing to commit suicide to apologize!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Mishu Voronov raised his right hand and slapped his heart. The strong magic power could kill him!

But he did not succeed because Sylvik stopped him.

"Your Majesty!" Mishu looked at Sylvik in disbelief, with a flash of joy in his eyes. Who would want to die if they could live?

"Want to die?" Sylvik looked at Mishu sarcastically: "What kind of punishment is it to be freed so easily?"

Sylvik's eyes were indifferent: "Kill those useless guards, and then find the murderer who killed Willney."

"Kill him, then you can die, understand?"

Mishu Voronov took a deep breath and knelt down again: "I will definitely live up to your Majesty's expectations."

"Get out!"

Mishu retreated. He knew that this was the last mission on his life. If he completed it, he would die. If he couldn't complete it, not only would he die, but his relatives and friends would also die!

Half an hour later, Dianxi Christia stepped into the castle in the air.

Looking at the broken floor and wall, Dianxi's heart trembled. Although he was over 40 years old, he would still be terrified every time he met his father alone.

He always felt that he would be afraid of his father for the rest of his life and would never be able to get out of this shadow.

"Your Majesty!"

Dianxi saw the figure of Sylvik, quickened his pace and took a few steps forward, then knelt on the ground.

In this castle in the air, there are only monarchs and ministers, nothing else!

"Is it you?"

Sylvik's voice came from the front, but it gave Dianxi a feeling that it was ringing in his ears. He raised his head with a confused face: "What do you mean, is it me?"

Sylvik stared at Dianxi's expression. He could see a lot of information from Dianxi's expression, not because he was a sage, but because he was the king, he knew whether others were pretending or not.

Sylvik stood up and walked step by step to Dianxi's front. Dianxi's heart was much calmer at this time.

"Wernie is dead." Sylvik spoke slowly.

"Dead?!" Dianxi's voice suddenly increased by several decibels, and his voice was full of shock and...surprise.

But soon, he saw the faint murderous intent in his father's eyes, and his heart trembled. Knowing that he had said something wrong, Dianxi said angrily: "Who is it? Who dares to kill Willney? This is a provocation to our royal family. The murderer must be cut into pieces!"

Looking at Dianxi's appearance, Sylvik snorted coldly: "Get lost!"

Dianxi said "ah", but he also knew that his father must be in a bad mood now, so he quickly retreated and didn't touch this bad luck.

Sylvik looked at Dianxi's figure going out, and his hands clenched involuntarily. He originally suspected his eldest son, but Dianxi's expression did not seem to be fake. He knew his son, who had relatively average talent and average courage. He couldn't lie in front of him!

"Dark magic... Who is it?" Sylvik's eyes were filled with murderous intent.

Dianxi returned to his courtyard in a trance. The only five words echoing in his mind were "Werney is dead". He never expected that Willney was really dead. What he had been expecting actually happened!

"Your Highness Dianxi, are you satisfied with this gift?"

When he walked into the room, a familiar voice suddenly sounded. Dianxi's face changed, and he saw the Dark Son sitting on the sofa leisurely drinking his treasured red wine.

"Did you kill him?!" Seeing the Dark Son, Dianxi suddenly thought of his proposal to him a few days ago. He said he wanted to kill Willney, but Willney really died!

"This gift is not bad, right?" Although he couldn't understand the face of the Dark Son, the expression under the mask must be a happy smile!

Dianxi's face darkened in an instant: "You dare to come here? My father summoned me just now and almost killed me. You almost killed me!"

"Aren't you back safely?" The Dark Saint said lightly: "It seems that you have safely passed your father's test."

"Passed?" Dianxi sneered: "My father is the king of the Holy British Empire. How can you compare with his wisdom?"

Speaking of this, Dianxi showed a desperate expression: "Your biggest mistake is that you came here to show off with me!"

In an instant, a great power descended, covering the entire Dianxi mansion.

Dianxi looked desperate. He and the Dark Saint were talking about the death of Willney. Now he couldn't escape anyway...

He looked at the Dark Saint, hating in his heart, what is this bastard showing off here? !

"Grand Mage..."

The Dark Son sighed and looked at Dianxi: "Of course I won't underestimate any sage magician. I dare to come here, so I am sure I can leave safely!"

The moment the voice fell, a dark vortex appeared behind the Dark Son, and the power of space surged. The Dark Son retreated step by step and disappeared from Dianxi's sight.

Dianxi opened his eyes wide, and at the same time as his eyes blurred, a figure grabbed towards the vortex, and the next second-

Blood splashed, and the suddenly closed vortex directly cut off the right hand of the Grand Mage, and blood gushed out!

But the Grand Mage endured the pain, stopped the bleeding, grabbed Dianxi and left the mansion.

Dianxi didn't expect to return here just ten minutes after leaving the castle in the air and see his father again.

Silvik looked at Michu Woronov and Dianxi with a calm face. Michu knelt on the ground and told what he saw and heard verbatim.

Listening to Mi Xiu's voice, Dianxi looked desperate, her body was shaking like chaff, and she almost lost her balance and fell to the ground.

"The Son of Darkness?" After hearing what Michu said, Silvik looked at Dianxi with a gloomier expression: "You are really brave to have anything to do with the Dark Holy See."

Dianxi immediately knelt on the ground: "Your Majesty, I, I, I..."

But he said it in one sentence.

"You're still uniting with the Dark Church to kill your brother?" Silvik snorted coldly: "You bastard!"

With a wave of his hand, Dianxi flew out and hit the wall hard, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

Although she felt pain all over her body, Dianxi quickly knelt on the ground again, not daring to say a word.

Silvik snorted coldly and looked at Michu Voronov again: "The Son of Darkness disappeared directly in front of your eyes?"

"Yes." Mi Xiu nodded: "That is space magic, there must be nothing wrong with it!"

As he spoke, Mi Xiu's eyes flashed with fear, and he raised his right hand: "My hand was cut off in just one move. I can feel that this is not magic in the four systems and eight categories, and it must be It’s space power!”

Silvik looked at Michu's severed hand. Because of the inscrutable nature of space power, he had also tried to learn it. Therefore, he felt that Michu's severed hand was indeed the same as space power. However, this space power was very stable, indicating that it was It's controlled, which means it's space magic.

"Kill the Son of Darkness, do you understand?" Silvik said indifferently.

"Yes!" Mi Xiu nodded and bowed out. Although the Holy Son of Darkness is extremely talented and can assassinate the Magister with the strength of level 3, His Highness Wilney, he may not be his opponent in the future, but now, he is absolutely Not my opponent!

There were only two people left, Sylvik and Dianxi. Dianxi felt Sylvik's eyes looking over and crawled forward a short distance: "I was wrong, Your Majesty, I was wrong. I shouldn't have cooperated with the Dark Holy See to kill my second brother. No, no, I didn't cooperate with them. I didn't want to kill my second brother. They did it themselves... I was really wrong. Give me another chance... "

Seeing Dianxi's apology with runny nose and tears, Sylvik's eyes showed disappointment and disgust——

"Do you think you still look like the first-in-line heir now?"

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(To be continued)