Law of the Devil

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Chapter 254 [Clear Repair and Concealment]

Though this so-called "perfect body” by Semel is curious. But Dewey was used to some “memories” that Semmel often had that she couldn't even figure out for herself. As if this Sameer had hidden a lot of mysterious memories, she didn't even figure them out herself.

Sebastian rejoined the battlefield, and this time he showed strength, nothing like a man who had just been seriously injured. The fighting temper of the 9th Knight played out perfectly, and the frost temper turned into the cold air, once suppressing the doubtful dragon warrior in his heart. But the powerful Golden Dragon, after all, cannot be questioned.

Sebasta finally sealed the Golden Dragon in a piece of ice after destroying two “Frost Moon Sigh” tricks in a row. Unfortunately, it didn't last long.

The golden dragon broke out of the ice for a moment before the angry dragon warrior swept the Major General out again with a dragon gun. And this time, it was clear to Duwei and everyone, that the Major General was slapped in the middle of the sky with a golden gun, and there was nothing suspicious about the broken bones. Even when Sebastian's body was in the middle of the sky, when it was drawn, the whole person twisted, and at that moment, Dewey even suspected that the Major General would not be complete - because his entire waist was broken and his body formed a frighteningly folding gesture that flew out.

Even the blood sprayed in his mouth is deadly enough!

Sebasta was struck again, almost smashing through the city walls this time.

“Is he... dead?” Dewey couldn't bear to whisper to herself.

Hussein frowned and shook his head: "No, his temper has not disappeared. ”

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Even the proud dragon warrior couldn't bear to be surprised when Sebasta lifted the boulder on his body again and walked out of the ruins intact.

“Perfect body... is this perfect body?” Dewey asks Samel in his heart: "Perfect body isn't just an undying body, is it? ”

“There is no true immortality in the world, and even the mighty Aragon cannot escape death.” Sameer's answer seems somewhat unclear.

“What the hell are you...!” Dragon warrior flattens his gun, pointing a distant finger at Sebastian: “You are not human! It is impossible for mankind to have such a self-recovery capability… even the mighty of the sacred class cannot do this! ”

Sebastian gently wiped the blood stain off his face - he seemed unharmed, sneered and slowly walked back into the battlefield.

This battle lasted longer, and the dragon warriors seemed to have some momentum suppressed, but obviously, the second prince of the Dragon Nation was also provoked by anger. This time his golden gun was fully deployed, and the strong fighting vibrated, making the land instantly filled with numerous cracks!

“But… have you noticed… Sebastian seems to be getting stronger? He lasted a little longer than last time. ”

Hussein suddenly whispered:

“He's learning Dragon Clan Martial Skills! ”

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Boo!!

When Sebasta first held the Dragon Warrior's Golden Gun with his sword, Dewey finally confirmed the speculation in his heart!

I can't believe he did it! Instead of like before, the Golden Gun easily destroyed Sebastian's long sword and shook him straight away!

Though Sebastian's whole body is about to burst, even though Sebastian was swept away by the power of a single shot... but he was actually held up this time! Even the wolf, but his sword didn't break again!

Though, it's just an ordinary sword he just temporarily took from a Northwest General!

The ice prism above the blade had been shattered, and after Sebastian's heavy breath, he grinned: "Dear Golden Dragon... have you exhausted your fighting temper? ”

Dewey's heart is pounding!

He suddenly discovered a hidden impropriety again! Because Sebastian has only shown the strength of the ninth level… but it seems that Sebastian has been fighting for so long now that even the Golden Dragon's momentum has begun to diminish, and Sebastian's temper has not diminished at all!

Doesn't he feel tired?

“This time I'll just rip your head off!” Golden Dragon's angry roar, he didn't say a big word, the stronger he looked at the human being in front of him, obviously he was killed twice in a row, but still able to stand up perfectly... such a strange thing also makes the Dragon people a little uneasy.

The dragon warrior suddenly stuck the gold gun in his hand on the ground, and he rushed towards Sebasta with his bare hands. A heavy punch directly punched Sebasta's arm and broke his arm. Then his fist hit Sebasta's chest directly. A few bangs, beneath the sound of a broken sternum, Sebasta bled out on his back, and his body flew out behind him. This time, the dragon warrior's speed suddenly increased, and suddenly flew behind Sebasta, and an elbow hit fell on Sebasta's back. The crackling sound of the spine made Dewey unable to hold up some tooth acidity.

Such a wound... If he doesn't die, it can only mean he is a monster!

The Dragon Warrior's arm had strangled Sebasta's neck. He was about to truly unscrew his opponent's neck. Sebasta suddenly screamed and suddenly burst out into a fight. A dozen hits in the Dragon Warrior's arms in a row instantaneous moments. Finally, he broke free of a slight gap and broke out directly against his strong speed. He was in a strong cough. He sprayed blood in his mouth, but it still flew out for dozens of meters.

“Stop!”

The last breath of blood erupted, Sebasta had already broken his arm, gently dragged by himself, snapped, the bones reset, and then he shook his arm... really damn! In a moment, the wound almost recovered.

“Stop!” Sebasta glanced at the dragon warrior and came again, suddenly he took a step back: “No! ”

“... anything?!” The dragon warrior's eyes are filled with killing gas.

“I said no more fighting.” Sebasta gasped, and he looked calm: "You're better than me, I know I lost. I'm far from your opponent, and it doesn't make sense to keep fighting. ”

“Hahahaha...” The Dragon Warrior laughed. “You said you wouldn't fight anymore? ”

Sebastian is very accommodating: "Yes, if I say no, can you catch me? ”

Dragon warrior, indeed, if the speed of pure matchmaking, although the other party is only level 9, it is really faster than itself. If you run away, you can't really catch up with this guy.

“And...” Sebastian also seemed to identify the dragon pride as a weakness, slowing down: “Do the great dragons dare only challenge their weaker opponents? You knew I wasn't as strong as you, so you had to kill me. If I were stronger than you, would you still be able to sustain such a tough war? ”

Dragon Warrior laughed furiously: "Extremely powerful! Hmm, even if you're right! You are indeed an interesting adversary! I'll give you a chance to fight again if your strength improves in the future! ”

After that, he pulled up the gold gun that was stuck on the ground and turned around and looked in Dewey's direction: “Dewey, do you still want to shrink your head as a tortoise? ”

Dowihaha laughed and said aloud from afar: "Your Highness the Dragon Prince, it seems that you have also determined that my strength is weaker than yours to do this? ”

“You're not like this guy.” Golden Dragon sneers: “You're my father's enemy. I can't tell you without killing you. ”

Dewey laughed coldly and hasn't spoken yet, Sebasta has said: "The Duke of Tulips is a guest of our Northwest Army, Your Excellency, if you must kill our guest here... even if you are stronger, can you face the tens of thousands of armies of mankind? We in the Northwest Army are not the Holy See or the Magic Union, but if we must work hard to keep you here today, it is not necessarily something we cannot do! ”

Above the walls, the mustered crossbows have been aimed at dragon warriors, and thousands of Ironclad armies have gathered beneath the gates of the city. Above the sky, several intermediate magicians working for the Northwest Army are watching.

When Sebasta said that, Dewey understood that he had seen the Northwest Army through his heart and probably would not have fought the Dragon Warrior twice as badly as he wished.

Sebastian was clever enough to point out a strong relationship. Indeed, with the strength of the Northwest Army, it is not impossible to leave this dragon at all costs. Besides, there's a monster like Sebastian here that can barely be killed.

“The Duchess of Tulips.” Sebasta looked at Dewey and slowly said: "Since we are in the territory of our Northwest Army, we naturally want to protect his integrity. We don't know what kind of grudge there is between him and the Dragons, but..."

Dewey laughed in his heart, forget it, it's good to have such a battle today, being a man cannot be too greedy.

Thinking of this, he has taken a step, shouting: “His Highness the Prince of the Dragon Nation. Since you are here for my life, I am ashamed to let the allies of the Northwest Army die and wound me. Well, if you still have the dignity of the Dragons, I'll give you a fair fight. Ten days later, I'll be waiting for you under Langcheng. You can take my life then, or I can leave you. Let's have another fair fight then! ”

Looks like the intelligence is accurate, the dragon, though proud, is not a reckless guy, consider the pros and cons slightly, he smiled and promised: “See you in Lulan City in ten days! ”

After that, in a golden flame, he jumped over the sky, leaving a dragon bark, and then disappeared into the sky.

Dewey sighed and looked at Rugau, standing not far from him, slightly in arrears: “General, thank you for helping the Northwest Army general tonight. Otherwise, I'm alone, and I'm afraid I can't handle the dragon. ”

Lu Gao's heart was angry, but his face was silent. “Since the Duke is our guest, we can't even look at what happened to you on my property. ”

Even though he hates his heart so much at this moment, his face is completely invisible.

In sum, Dewey's means of causing the accident, though not as effective as expected. But now it looks like the Northwest Army lost a lot of money.

The Wall on one side of Fort Watt collapsed by almost half, and the number of troops lost reached 700 or 800 - a fact that is nothing to the Northwest Army. But forcing this little monster out of Sebastian to reveal what it really is, it's not a big deal.

Most importantly, let the Northwest Army lose a magician! Tata Yalo, a black magician with eight levels of strength, is the chief magic advisor of the Northwest Army. He died here this time. Such a loss can far outweigh the tens of thousands of male soldiers.

The Golden Dragon retreated, and Lugo ordered a large number of soldiers to enter the city to maintain order. It was originally a militarized fortress city, and the city of Wat soon settled down. Beyond the walls, the Northwest Army has also begun repairs. Dewey was invited into the General's Palace by Lugo. Even though Lugo was angry in his heart, he had to soothe Dewey in his face and even offered to throw a feast. But Dewey knew that Rugau must have hated himself so much now that the banquet broke off, lest the Northwest Army generals get angry and split themselves apart on the banquet.

It was a strange thing to ask Dewey to come back to town and Sebastian never showed up again. Sebastian is also a glorious man today. At his age, Sebastian could have reached the ninth level of strength. He is one of the rarest geniuses in the entire continent. What's more, he fights a Golden Dragon fighter with nine levels of strength without losing?

Especially the strange skill of his near-immortal body, which is even more astonishing. Though curious about this, Dewey knows that this is not the time to spy on the news.

Returning to his position, he immediately ordered someone to close the door, and Duvi and Hussein hid in the room and began a secret conversation.

Mention was made of the “perfect body” that Semel told himself, a name to which Hussein was also a stranger. But when it comes to Sebastian's strong resilience, Hussein is also sentimental: “A body like his can indeed be described as perfect… both speed forces have achieved a balance, especially such terrible resilience that even if the opponent's strength is higher than his, he may not necessarily be able to compete with him. ”

“But... can the human body really reach such a level of fear? Or... is this Sebastian not human at all?” Dewey laughed bitterly.

This question cannot be answered by either person. But all of a sudden, Dewey's mind flashed like a flash of thought, but it flashed too fast to catch it.

It's just... implicit, Dewey suddenly remembers something strange.

In the underground secret chamber of the abandoned Governor's Palace in Gilliant City... those bones are like monsters of metallic texture... what the former Witch King Gulanchou said in his will was a “test”.

Too confused to think about it for now.

Overall, however, today's gains are quite modest. Poor black magician Tata Yarrow, the bone dragon of his life, cheapened Dewey, and the spirit of death he practiced all his life, made Dewey suck half of it. More importantly, this spirit of death, because it wasn't Dewey who killed the living spirit himself, didn't have to worry about being hunted down by the magic union's law enforcement team.

“This is legal income.” Dewey laughed proudly.

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On the other hand, in the General's Palace, his face was so gloomy that Lugo did not give too many orders to his men, but simply asked them to step back and hand over the guards of the city to their own loyal beliefs. Then the leader of the Northwest Army retreated from everyone around him and walked into the inner courtyard of the General's Palace.

This inner courtyard is a forbidden land, and no one can walk in without his command.

Lu Gao was born in the Great Snow Mountain, and some confinement was arranged around this forbidden land with a special kind of witchcraft. Even if outsiders wanted to dive in, it was not that easy.

Rugao walked all the way into a secluded house, then, in anger, kicked open the door, withstood anger, did not smash anything in the room, but took a deep breath first, pushed a cabinet in the room and flashed in.

The inner panel in the cabinet is pushed away, it is a secret passage, down, the wind can be heard implicitly, and the water flow of the ticking answer can be heard clearly.

If Dewey had been here, he would have been surprised to find that the secret passage of General Lugo's Palace to the underground, both in layout and architectural style, was very similar to that underground maze beneath his own city of Gilliard!

After twisting the machine and opening a slate door, the door suddenly came with an awfully painful howl, and the sound was sharp and terrible, as if it was infinitely painful.

Lugo grew more gloomy and turned around and closed the door, one person walked into the secret room.

In the secret room, the ground was covered with bloodstains, a man completely naked but full of blood stains, screaming in pain, while his body kept twisting and rolling on the ground, his face had been twisted, his body was rubbing off on the ground, and many places his skin had ruptured.

“Father... Father... I, stop me!! ”

The painful howling sound, no one else, it is today on the battlefield that the colorful Major General Sebastian!!

Now, Sebastian, where's the half-baked dragon warrior charm? He rolled like a bereavement dog. The whole body is in an unusual state!

Originally a perfect ratio of muscles, many flesh blossoms! Beneath the skin of the superficial layer, it is as if there were numerous hidden arousals, as if there were air currents or something drilling and drilling around the skin. Even worse, although he has tried his best to suppress, with every breath, his muscles swell more and more and more skin has split, but the body seems to contain an explosive force, ready to break out!!

Sebastian's pain reached its extreme point, his hands opened and he tried to hold his fist, but he couldn't do it. At this moment, he, his whole body, though horrible, had no strength but to roll powerlessly.

“Control!!!” Rugau's majestic voice-removal chamber: “Control!! Don't be rude, use your inner strength to control this body! You can do it, my son! ”

Sebasta suddenly laughed furiously, his voice filled with violence and frenzy, suddenly giggling, like a madman, roaring at his father in a harsh tone: “Stop talking nonsense! Old bastard!! What else would you say besides that? If you make any more noise in my ear, I will kill you!! ”

The next moment, this violent voice suddenly became as pathetic as a sheep, with a pleading tone, gasping: “Father... knock me out... I can't control him... knock me out, he's coming out! Coming out...”

Lugo's hands trembled and his face was filled with complexity and pain. He walked silently to Sebasta and squatted.

“You... you! Old man, go to hell!!” Sebasta went wild suddenly, his left hand punched Lugo, but at the same time his face changed again: "Don't hurt him!! ”

But his right hand slammed hard on his left shoulder, blocking a punch at Lugo.

“Sebasta! You're my son, Lugo! You can control him! If you could have done it before, you can do it now!” Lu Gao took a deep breath, he lifted his palm and gently pressed it against Sebasta's forehead. In his palm, a milky white light slowly forced him out, gradually penetrating Sebasta's brow heart...

Heavy wheezing sound gradually calmed down, the expression on Sebasta's face instantly changed, suddenly violent, suddenly cowardly, sad, suddenly laughing, suddenly painful call sign, finally, when Lugo's face grew white, apparently exhausted all his strength, Sebasta gradually calmed down and his emotions tended to ease.

I don't know how long it took before Sebastian suddenly grew out of breath and sat up slowly. He took a few deep breaths, blurred wounds all over his body, healed rapidly at visible speeds, granulated madness, for a moment, all the scars on his body, no traces left.

His eyes, whether raging or cowardly, had all vanished and eventually merged into the kind of indifference that had prevailed on weekdays.

“Father.” Sebasta sighed suddenly: "You used this spell again, you should understand that if you use it more often, your life expectancy will be reduced. ”

Lu Gao silenced for a moment and smiled slightly: “I am old, even if I die... you have inherited everything from me. ”

“But... I can't fully integrate yet, if you're not there in the future and I still can't...” Sebasta shook her head.

“You are my son Lugo.” Lu Gao's eyes suddenly revealed a hint of arrogance: “You are the finest heir to the Great Snow Mountain, I say you can do it, you can do it! ”

“But...” Sebasta suddenly smiled softly: “I'm worried... if one day I really can't help it... what if I kill you? ”

“Kill me...” Rugao suddenly laughed: “For thousands of years... Rugao is not the first and will not be the last person to pay his life for a wild attempt. ”

After a short break, Lugo touched a bottle out of his arms, poured out a little liquid like water, took a sip himself and sighed out: “Are you feeling better now? ”

“I think there's no problem.” Sebasta climbed up, patted the gray soil on her body gently, then walked to the side of the secret room, opened a cabinet, and took out from it an iron surface of her own style that she wore on weekdays, gently covered her face, turning her head, looking at Lugo with a cold eye: “I think it's okay… but I've been using my powers a little too often lately. ”

After a pause, he suddenly sighed softly: "Father… how far away am I from true perfection…? ”

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Early the next morning, Dewey took the initiative to come to the General's Palace to meet Rugo.

After an overnight adjustment, Lugo seemed to have perfectly controlled his emotions, one old and one small fox, talking in circles with one another, hiding needles in his words, lip and tongue swords, he could not help but swallow each other's breath in the open mind, to deflect the one and the other's temper.

The two men, Duwei and Rugao, then secretly spent the morning in the room. Hussein waited outside all morning. And Lugo's study, he couldn't get in.

In the middle, there was a little interlude, and I heard a sudden breakdown in the study, and then there was the sound of something being smashed. Hussein's eyebrows wrinkled and he was about to rush in, and suddenly I remembered what Dewey had said before today.

“No matter how long I stay in there, no matter what you hear, don't worry, don't act rashly. ”

Indeed, when the guards around them rushed into the study nervously, they were all driven out by Lu Gao's roaring voice.

It wasn't until noon that these two guys came out of the study, and Dewey had an obvious fake smile. Lugo, on the other hand, bites his teeth and his eyes are cold, just barely enduring his anger.

“In that case, General Lugo, you don't have to send it far. I'm ready to leave for my territory this afternoon... you know, the prairies are such a mess that I have a headache about a lot of things in my hands. I've been out for days, and I don't know what's going on at home.” The more Dewey smiled, the more angry he felt in Lugo's eyes.

His complexion slightly changed and he chewed his teeth out: “No! ”

Then he rushed into his study without even saying hello.

“What exactly did you talk to him about in there?” Hussein asked.

As Lugo walked into the study, the smile on Dewey's face disappeared slightly, sighing: “Alas... let's talk on the way. Negotiating with this old guy is really dancing on the blade! A few times earlier, he almost pressed his anger and pulled the knife on me. Hey hey!”

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Though Rugo said "no", Dewey's horse left town with hundreds of heavily armed Northwest Army elite cavalry.

In particular, the cavalry also brought 3,000 good horses, as well as dozens of buses loaded with armor sufficient to arm 3,000 cavalry.

These were all won by Dewey's previous "bet”. And the female slaves saved by the bet were all taken on the road by Dewey.

As the cavalry in front drove, the large group of men left the Watt Fortress, walked for a long time, and the Watt Fortress behind them was gradually invisible, and Dewey seemed to be relieved.

“What exactly did you talk to Lugo about?” Hussein was also in the carriage.

Dewey's gaze flickered, smiling mysteriously, then lowered her voice: “Northwest corridor! ”

Northwest Corridor?

Hussein dazed for a moment.

“The Northwest Corridor is the only way out to the desert and grasslands, our biggest weakness and our gateway! These two times, the prairie people can sneak in because the Northwest Army responsible for guarding the portal opened the door to let people go... Humph, I was shaded twice, if the other side is so shady again, I can't stand it! The hatred between us and the Northwest Army is over. If we continue to give our gates back to these people, they won't have to do anything more. Two or three thousand prairie wolves will be enough. So...” Dewey said here and smiled softly: "I'm bringing the Northwest Corridor back! Rugau promised me that within ten days he would order the evacuation of all the men at several checkpoints in the Northwest Corridor… Then there would be no Northwest Army in the entire territory of Desachon Province. And I... I would rearrange a line of defense in the northwest corridor so that the post-prairie people wouldn't sneak in again. ”

Hussein sighed: "Lugo would really give you such an important place... you know, as long as he holds the Northwest Corridor all day, it's like pinching our throats! Will he let go so easily? ”

“He had to let it go.” Dewey smiled lightly: “This is one of my biggest purposes in coming to Fort Watt this time. Northwest corridor must be retrieved. I talked to this old guy all morning, soft, hard bubbles, coercive temptations. Any means exhausted. Luckily, I got it right: Lugo doesn't want to go against it now! And this time, he has to make a gesture to the Emperor. He killed the golden wolf head, but if he keeps pinching the northwest corridor, he can't wash away the sewage from him. I said to him, since he was determined not to collude with the prairies... how about handing over the Northwest Corridor and then having the prairies sneak in again, the responsibility would not have to be borne by his Northwest Army... uh, but I was probably a little too straightforward about what I said, Lu Gao got angry at the table on the spot... haha, then he swore in front of me that he was loyal to the Empire or something... his mouth was dry. ”

After a pause, Hussein suddenly asked, “Where did you send Philip? ”

“He... I sent him out of town early this morning... well, I sent him to see Governor Bohan.” Dewey smiled slightly: “Well, after Holland City, I think the Governor will send someone to greet him. We'll be staying in Governor Bohan's house for a day... this time it's all done! ”

After Dewey finished, he seemed a little tired, leaning in the corner, closing his eyes to nourish God.

He is indeed a little tired. In Rugau's study this morning, that lip and tongue sword, the spirit consumed, was no easier than a great battle with a powerful enemy.

And on several occasions, Dewey sensed that he had touched Lugo's bottom line, really sparking each other's killing heart! But I don't know why... but Lugo put up with it again.

Returning control of the Northwest Corridor is a matter of great importance and Dewey will not give up in any way. And when both sides couldn't hold on, Dewey even deliberately expressed a tough side, implicitly suggesting Lugo: if he didn't let go, he would do anything to force himself to retrieve the Northwest Corridor! Lugo, either you rebel at once or we will meet! Or give me back the northwest corridor!

In this way, Lugo was finally forced to compromise.

However, the last look of Lugo's hidden misfortune and misfortune also seems to have some joke taste.

The Northwest Corridor is actually a vast canyon. It's a fault in the Kilimaro Mountains. The narrowest part is also a few miles wide and the longest part is a dozen miles wide!

Such a broad “corridor” would not be an easy task if it were to be manned. What's harder: it's impossible to build a military fortress in that place with heavy soldiers!

Dewey himself is not rich. Second, there are no water sources in the northwest corridor. If you really have the ability to stationed tens of thousands of troops there, the daily water supply needs to be transported in the rear. This huge amount of supply will exaggerate you!

Difficult geographic environment, biased by its own portal...

You can't send troops, you can't send troops.

Lugo... would you like to see my joke! Then let me show you!

Two days away, a group arrived at the split point between the Northwest Army and Governor Bohan's forces: Helan City.

Here, a thousand cavalry escorted by the Northwest Army departed, while Governor Bohan sent a team of guarded cavalry to greet them.

Philip was also in the queue of people sent by Bohan, watching Dewey's convoy arrive, and Philip Zelig came right up to Dewey's carriage and waited for Dewey to get off.

The young clerk smiled: "Duchess, Governor Bohan is very interested in our ‘win-win' plan for conscription, and he is waiting for you in the Governor's Palace in the capital. ”

Dewey looked at Philip's tired face and sighed: "Thank you very much. ”

Indeed, this young man took a step forward and quickly went to the capital of Nurin province to meet Governor Bohan, and then convinced this stubborn man to come here with Bohan's men to greet him, running back and forth for hundreds of miles in just two days, which was hard enough for a weak young worker.

Then he smiled at Hussein behind him and blinked, whispering: "Look, Hussein... we will soon have enough troops! ”

But then Philip laughed bitterly and whispered: "Duchess, things are not so optimistic... because Bohan offered a condition that I'm afraid will make it difficult for us...! ”

“Conditions?” Dewey frowned.

(This is today's update, not only has today's task been completed, but what was previously owed has been made up! I did everything I said, no promises!

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