Law of the Devil

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Chapter 314: The White River Sad Knife

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Ten steps!

Just ten steps away. Pope Paul XVI's lean figure is already in sight. And when the White River grieves and breaks the void, all he has to do is take ten more steps forward to reach the Pope!

As Pope, though he is the most powerful man on the continent, looking at him, such a weak and thin body is certainly not good at martial arts. And a man with a strong spell has a common illness, which is a relatively low melee ability. And once the White River is close to the top of this kind of martial arts, even if you still have the magic, you don't have a chance to do it!

When the White River broke the void, his stunt was "emptied” and the space was instantly cut open by him. The Pope watched the White River emerge sad and his face suddenly changed. He had to take a deep breath: “What realm are you in? ”

“Rules.” White River grinned: “Even if you can change the rules... I can break all the rules! ”

When he said that, he took three more steps forward.

Paul XVI's face was like a sorrow, and he sighed: “Too bad... unfortunately... I came a thousand miles to pity the world, I didn't want to fight with His Majesty the Witch, I just knew that you had come to Roland mainland, and if I didn't come to see you, I would really regret it. ”

Speaking of which, he suddenly smiled again: "Your Majesty, why don't we stop there? ”

The White River couldn't help but stood still and looked up and down at the Pope: “Are you a mighty man too? Will you escape without battle? ”

Paul XVI shook his head slowly: "As a servant of God, I do not lack courage. However, I did not intend to fight with His Majesty the Witch for your life and death when I sent you all the way here. I came here just to give you a nice ride. ”

“Give it to me?” The White River suddenly laughed: “Your Holiness, I am a guest, but I am a guest, but I do not want to leave yet! I have a really interesting and slow journey. This Roland mainland is really interesting. I may have to stay here for another ten and a half days, but I didn't say I'm going back to the meadows now. You came to give me a lift? But I don't want to go yet! ”

The Pope smiled slightly and closed his cloudy eyes: “Why are you ashamed to not go when I come to deliver it myself? ”

White River shook his head sadly: "The stranger I am, the more people want me to do, the less I like to listen! Your Holiness, if you want to force me to leave, there is only one way to defeat me positively! ”

After that, he took another step forward. The sudden and solemn killing of his body has covered the Pope.

“Unfortunately… unfortunately…" the Pope still shook his head: "I wanted to settle this peacefully. I didn't mean to offend His Majesty, I just wanted to be able to persuade you to leave here. If I can get you one more commitment, I can even make a few concessions on behalf of the Temple to the Great Snow Mountains. ”

After listening to this, the White River also moved: “Concession? ”

The Pope was sober: “Yes, concessions! ”

The White River glistened, smiling and looking at the Pope: "The Goddess Servant of the Statue of Light, the Spirit's spokesperson in the world, has always regarded pagans like me as heretics, can't wait to be removed and then quickly? Your Holiness, if I had any agreement with you, I'm afraid it would be bad for the reputation of your Temple of Light to spread out. ”

The Pope's colour is bitter: “Things are very, very hard to do! I'm not going to make that choice. Your Majesty, as long as you promise to leave Roland, within five years, you will never take a step on the prairie, then, within five years, I can assure you that the Roland Empire will never fight the prairie. Even..."

He suddenly shook his hand and pulled a fine and often golden stick from his sleeve. One of the heads of the golden stick was embedded with a round clear crystal, holding the golden stick, and suddenly he gently scratched the ground underneath his feet...

A sharp ray of light appeared in the crystal on the head of the golden wand, and the land beneath his feet was cut apart. As the Pope moved, a long trace appeared on the ground, as if it had been plowed out!

“I, Saint Igor Paul XVI, in the name of His Holiness the Pope of the Temple of Light, the Servant of the Divine Spirit, pledge to do so again!” The Pope's face is solemn: “Your Majesty, as long as you agree to my terms, I will fulfill your centuries-old prairie dreams! I hear that you prairie people have always wanted to be at the Cold Springs! I swear today, once again, that this scratch at my feet will serve as the border for the future of the Roland Empire and the grasslands, as long as you agree to my terms! Head west, Nurin, Desa, you can be ceded to the Prairie Court! Your Skeleton Flag of Snow Mountain can fly in the two northwestern provinces of Roland mainland!!! ”

Speak that word, when it's truly astonishing! Even the White River can't help but discolor!!

And Dewey in the back, sitting so far away, suddenly heard these words, immediately stopped doing it! He immediately shouted, “No! Definitely not!! ”

Dewey struggled and jumped over, pointing to a distant pope and drinking: “Even if you are the Pope of the Temple of Light, the divine power does not interfere with the imperial power, which has been the iron law of the Empire for thousands of years! Your Pope, even if he is noble, has no right to cede the territory of the Empire! The two northwestern provinces are imperial territory. Besides, you... you! What gives you the right to decide this!! ”

The anger in Dewey's heart is more than anything!

Transfer of territory? Desa Province?

Fuck your mother's balls!!

Tessa province is my land! Authentic owner, I sit here and haven't spoken yet, you old man, why give my things to others in two words?!

Paul XVI looked at Dewey, his cloudy eyes shooting at Dewey, smiling secretly and sighing: “This is His Excellency the Duke of Tulips. You're right, divine power does not interfere with imperial power, it is the iron law of a thousand years, but... I'm afraid this Roland Empire is about to change, but it has never happened in a thousand years! Things have changed, this iron law, it's not iron law anymore. ”

Dewey got angrier: "Whatever! Pope, even if you are the master of the temple, you are not this continent, the master of this empire! Besides, Nadessa province is my territory, what makes you...”

Paul XVI shook his head: "I will naturally consult with the Regent on this matter, and I naturally have the certainty to persuade him to agree. As for your territory, Duke Tulip... I can ask the Regent to give you another piece if you like. ”

Speaking of which, he looked at the White River and said, "Your Majesty, when I speak here, do you not believe my sincerity? As a Temple Pope, I have never lied throughout my life. ”

The White River pondered for a moment. When he raised his head, his face was condensed, but he shook his head resolutely. The voice was not loud, but filled with an absolutely crisp atmosphere:

“I've been sad my whole life, and if I want something, someone threw it at me, and I don't want it! I will only reach for it myself!! ”

Then he sneered: “Your Holiness, if you want me to yield to your terms unless you defeat me here… but if, in a different way…" his eyes are boosted by the quickness: “If I kill your temple pope personally here, wouldn't the benefits far outweigh the land of the two provinces for my prairie Snow Mountains? ”

He lifted his palms and looked at them carefully, with some emotion in his eyes: "I came down to Shandong this time and saw many of you Roland strong men. Unfortunately, I cannot afford to kill any of them. My greatest hope for life is to find an opponent worthy of my knife! Dear Pope, you are the highest level of understanding of the power of the sacred class in the people I met after this descent! I didn't want to kill you, but... who called you Pope of the Temple of Light! ”

Speaking of which, the White River suddenly suddenly paused, then suddenly his feet were on the ground a little bit, and people had gone straight out like arrows!

It was only a few steps away between him and the Pope, and at this moment he pushed forward with the power of the mighty, almost instantly! In a sobering sigh, the Pope opened his arms and the man flashed silently backwards.

At this moment, the two of them, like the two Holy Class Powers, each use their own rules of time and space to create a distorted and contradictory scene!

Obviously it was a few steps away, but the Pope instantly changed the rules of time and space from the moment they burst out of the White River. One person went in, the other retreated, as if they were all flying, but what Dewey almost seemed to vomit blood in his heart was that the two looked as if they had just solidified there and turned into sculptures. In fact, if you walked past and dared to invade the space surrounding the two people, you would soon discover that this was far from the case!

Under the collision of space, instantaneous turbulence was caused, and many stones around them were tumbled away, but they just came into contact with the surroundings of two people, under the squeeze of two very different rules of time and space, instantly became powder!!

With the last experience, Dewey would not dare to forcibly release his spiritual strength to spy on the confrontation between the two strong men, just to sit in the distance and watch quietly, to hold on to his spiritual strength and not dare to go any further.

Finally, the Pope laid out more than a dozen space-time constraints in a row, but the White River waved its hand, under the frost, unbreakable, and suddenly broke all the rules that bind him! His fingertips between them will touch the Pope's forehead...

At this moment, in the original cloudy eyes of the Pope, a strange silver colour suddenly appeared! His two pupils instantly turned silver! His body suddenly twisted in the air!

The White River immediately felt the momentum of the other party suddenly rise, he had locked the other party's qi, instantly out of control, completely unable to grasp the other party's movement, and the Pope also took advantage of the moment of the White River sadness to lose control, his body breathed, and retreated far away. The White River stood on the spot instead of chasing after him because he was confused.

In a flash, the Pope twisted so slightly that he appeared on the walls of the Cold Springs Gate a few hundred meters later.

“What power are you?” The White River frowned and his eyes became hot: “Are you hiding your strength? This time you were dodging, this realm is far from what you could have achieved before! ”

But the Pope exhaled, lifting his hand and wiping the sweat off his forehead, grinned bitterly: "My strength, Your Majesty, is far less than yours. But since you won't agree to my terms, I'll have to fight you today! If I can't defeat you here, I'm afraid you won't say yes! ”

After that, he suddenly raised the gold cane in his hand up high, the silver grew strange in his eyes and took a deep breath... he made such a slight move, suddenly as if he was going to suck all the air around him!

The Pope stood there, but seemed to stand in the void. His voice, word for word, burst out...

“The rules of the world do not exist, but God has the will, God's will, is the rules of the world! If you disobey the rules, you disobey the will of God! ”

Pope Gao Gao stood on the walls, and as he said, his robes were dancing in the cold wind, becoming more mysterious and weird.

The White River suddenly sensed something, his face hidden changed, suddenly he drank a loud drink, his body flew straight out again, this time his palms split, but no longer used frost fighting, two flames, one left and one right, whistled towards the Pope!

“God says," Together in this world, I gave it to you. I can give it or take it back. ”

His gentle sentence seemed to tell only such a moment, but it seemed to tell a whole eternity!

At this moment, all the world, looking at it, Dewey just feels that time is completely solidified, he feels that everything is slowing down and then completely frozen!

Wind, freeze in the air! Mountain, is eternal!

Everything in this world, even the colours of light, can no longer flow!

The White River sad man was in the air, but he seemed to have gone through a century, even though he was faster, he could not cross that rule! Because the rule is —— Eternity!

And Paul XVI's voice still comes word for word...

“And God said," Let there be light, and there be light in this world. ”

Above the sky, suddenly a brilliant column of light was cast down, covering the grief of the White River!

“God says that light is good and can separate light from darkness. So the world has‘ day ’and‘ night ’. ”

And the pillar of light overhanging the sorrows of the White River was suddenly split apart. And White River mourns, at this moment, his whole body in space, as if all the colours had passed away! Only the simplest and most boring... black and white left!!

“God says that there must be a light body in heaven that can be divided into day and night, marked, ordained, day and age! So the world has the rule of ‘time’. ”

A strange scene suddenly appeared on the White River, and all of a sudden his muscles began to reverse! It's as if he's backsliding and moving forward in the moment! The black and white colors alternate instantly, making the white river's sad body tremble suddenly in this alternation! The body in the light, the rejuvenator, and in the darkness, instantly begins to age! And this alternation between black and white makes his body alternate between life and old age, this pain, the white river suddenly roared out!!

“God says that the world is so monotonous that I will give life here… but if it goes against me, I will take back my life. ”

That's the last word!

The darkness and light on the White River finally condensed and suddenly began to reverse!

The black and white did not alternate, but slowly, little by little, retreated into the original appearance, and the color of the light column flowed back into the sky little by little.

Light goes away, darkness goes away, day goes away, night goes away.

Yet the White River finds that not only have these rules that bind it disappeared… but there is also a “rule” that makes it almost impossible to resist!

When those constraints disappeared, the White River's grief had been clearly felt, and their retreat had taken away every drop of life in their bodies! The passage of life makes the White River feel weaker and weaker...

He raised his head, staring at the Pope from afar, and suddenly he shouted out, “You! You power!! This is not your power!!! This... this..."

He became weaker and weaker, finally using all his strength, yelling: “This is not the power that belongs to this world!!!!! ”

At this moment, the Pope seems weaker than the White River! He was trembling all over his old face, as if the wrinkles had doubled in this moment! Just let him tremble and hold the arm of the golden wand steady as a rock! The silver color in my eyes is also getting stranger...

Dewey just feels his heart is shaking too... no!

Or no more trembling at all! Because at this moment, the heartbeat is in shock and cannot continue!

This power……

The White River is right, it's not human power at all! This is not the power of the Pope at all!

The eternal rules, the rules of the world… are already higher than the White River or the Pope and others! Above all the rules!

This is no longer the power that man should master!!

And obviously not the Pope himself!

At this moment, Dewey suddenly has a palpitation - is it?

Is it the power of God?

He suddenly remembers something! In the frozen forest, Gandalf White mentioned to himself, that supreme, out-of-human power!

Technique of great prophecy!!!

Is this great prophecy?!

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The White River mourning had closed his eyes, as if he were contemplating, and as if he had given up.

Finally, after a long time, under that terrible power, the life of the White River's grieving body seemed to have passed away. His pale face, a breath of death, even his skin, became translucent...

Then……

Then he actually laughed!!

Dewey rubbed his eyes so hard, yes! White River sad, he is actually laughing!!

“Hehe… hehe…” His laughter seemed weak, but as if it were with a kind of heartfelt joy and joy, the laughter was very sincere and absolutely free of hypocrisy. Look at his smile as if he has finally achieved some kind of lifelong wish!

“Haha… Haha… Hahaha…” The White River grinned louder and louder, at this moment his corner of clothing has begun to corrode. Under the passage of time and space, the corner of clothing began to split biased and then turned into dust in the wind. His body also seemed to gradually become more transparent and seemed to disappear at all times…

“Thank you, Pope.” The White River's weak voice carries an oily gratitude: “Thank you, thank you very much. ”

The Pope barely lifted the golden wand, as though it were a thousand, and the White River suddenly said such a sentence, causing him an instant slight uneasiness in his heart.

“Thank you?”

“Yes, thank you.” The White River sighed: "Thank you, because I finally found what I've been looking for. ”

All of a sudden, his body twisted slightly in the middle of the sky, and the inhuman power and rules could not hold him back!

“I thank you because...” The White River whispered sadly: “I finally found the existence of a sword worth pulling! ”

The voice just fell, the white river pale hand has been pressed on the crooked knife handle between the waist, the next moment...

A faint light suddenly emerged from the sad waist of the White River. The light did not seem bright, but it was like mercury. It was impenetrable and instantly dissipated. The light did not appear to be "chopped”, nor “chopped”, nor “chopped”!

It's... spreading!

Yes, that's right, it's spread! Dewey suddenly had this word in mind. He has never seen such power! After the machete came out of its sheath, the force was not sharp, but it spread out slowly, as if there was air in the heavens and the earth, so naturally, the silk spread, destroying everything!!

The light, the black, the white, and the bondage of the White River disappeared instantly!

That star point, which had already been turned into dust in the air, was regrouped! White River's sad and crippled body and corner, like a remodel, after breaking free from the great prophecy, restored its integrity!

He fell gently on the ground, looking at the Pope far away, suddenly his face pale, his mouth suddenly open, a mouthful of blood sprayed out, and his arm... on the arm holding the gold wand, the clothes suddenly broke apart like a flock, exposed a lean arm, and on that arm, countless pores, infiltrated with silk blood!

Obviously, that ruthless spell just now is not something that a body like the Pope can master! He struggled to do so, but he also suffered tremendously.

The White River fell to the ground. Although he opened the knife and nearly killed him, his face grew paler, suddenly his body trembled, and suddenly a sword clasped on the ground, which did not fall.

“Big prophecy.” The White River grinned weakly and looked at the Pope: “You almost killed me. Must be the legendary prophecy, huh? Is this power given to you by the gods? Otherwise, you would never have had that power! It's just unfortunate that, in your present situation, you can't control it, otherwise you might actually kill me. ”

The Pope could not support it, but suddenly he sat on the ground and heard two crisp sounds of "click”. The stone at the top of the golden wand suddenly split apart and suddenly became fragmented!

And after the rupture of the gem, the inside revealed a strange thing, but as if it was made of metal, a clanging sound fell on the floor, and the bones rolled beneath the walls of the city. The Pope seemed to reach out, but unfortunately he was so weak that he could only watch that thing roll down.

The thing fell, but rolled all the way down to the sad feet of the White River. The White River bent down to pick it up and looked... and had to show a strange look.

The Pope suddenly gasped for a few moments and then laughed, "Hey hey hey hey hey", in his old voice with an endless mockery: "Your Majesty, that is indeed a great prophecy, and that power does not belong to this man... but it is not given to me by the gods. It's from this thing! ”

This thing in White River's grief, round and square, is a hexagonal badge! That way, even Dewey recognized it.

But it is a divine Knight badge with a simple appearance!

The White River was gripped in his hand, and he saw this badge, already filled with all kinds of fine scratches, and by this moment, almost half!

That last trace almost cut this badge open, but this White River grief is known, which was created by his machete just after he pulled the knife himself! Though he did not intentionally aim at this badge, his power naturally emerged, tracing the source of the other party's great prophetic power! An invisible knife, but it splits on top of this badge, splitting this badge, the other party's great prophecy, naturally break it!

The White River looked up at the Pope with a sad face: "You mean... that was beyond the power of mankind just now, just out of such a badge??! That's impossible! This badge is a human thing, even if someone once sealed the power in it, but who in the world has such power?! The power that kills my White River grief but is sealed in a little badge?! ”

Pope Haha laughed, his mouth was covered in blood, and he gasped: “You… you… just turn around and you'll see. ”

The White River turned over the badge, but saw the back of the badge, when it was originally cast, in an engraved, quaint patterned font. This font line is beautiful and classic, but it's just a name!

“...” The White River suddenly glared at me, stared carefully for a long time, then long sighed and whispered out...

“Aragon… Roland! ”

White River is sad at this moment and doesn't know whether to cry or laugh!

It almost killed his power, but it came only from a badge left by that mighty man a thousand years ago!! Is it...

Is it...

Does Aragon leave a badge with enough power to kill himself?!!

The proud White River grieved, all his life, suddenly viewed that supreme Founding Emperor as the only rival to himself, but now... even one thing left behind by the other seems to kill him...

He trembled a few times and suddenly coughed, dripping blood beads in his mouth and nose, laughing wildly:

“Hahahaha... unexpected! I finally found an opponent to pull my knife... and this opponent has been dead for a thousand years!! ”

His smile is infinitely hateful!

Finally, he can no longer support it. With his present body, he really can't carry too much strength. After he just pulled the knife, he could not bear this body anymore, and he was also greatly damaged, shaking...

At this moment, all of a sudden, the earth is moving like thunder from afar! Without waiting for the three of them to react, the whole earth suddenly shivered in secrecy. In a moment, the ground sounded like a thunderbolt. The ground was turbulent and unstable. Both the White River and the Pope were seriously injured, but could not resist. Both fell to the ground at once.

And Dewey suddenly shouted, "Ah! Earthquake! The earthquake!! ”

The roar stopped for a moment. The ground oscillation stunned the White River and the Pope, but Dewey looked over the wilderness, and several cracks appeared in the earth, shocking in his heart.

It's an earthquake!

God, such a strong earthquake, obviously the earthquake was not here, but the aftermath came here, it was all so powerful, then the place in the earthquake, I don't know what was going on!!

The Pope fell to the ground, suddenly struggled to stand up, then his expression became extremely weird, his head looked up to the north, his eyes seemed to cross something, so he stared at the north for a while.

For a long time, he suddenly sighed...

“Coming! Coming! ”

His voice is full of complex emotions and he doesn't know if it's helplessness, sighing, or fear?!

But Dewey couldn't hear a clue. He just looked down and saw the Aragon emblem in his hand when the White River had just fallen. He fell to the ground and rolled in front of himself. He looked at this emblem on the ground in a strange silver colour, and suddenly his heart moved and his silent sleeve rubbed over him, quietly hiding in his sleeve...

Listening to the Pope's sigh, Dewey could not help but create a question mark in his heart.

What's coming?

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Roland Empire Winter 962.

Earthquakes in the north of the continent are vibrating, vibrating, distant and even affecting the south of the continent!

And north of the Roland Empire, at the southern end of the ice-closed forest, it adds a scourge!

As a result of the earthquake, after a large number of warcraft were shocked, frozen forests emerged like tidal waves, causing heavy losses to the Imperial Northern Storm Corps, which guards the southern frozen forests. And under siege, the Storm Legion suffered enormous losses...

The warcraft went south, causing people to panic, even up to the frozen forest towards the southern thousand miles of the Empire, and there was news of the warcraft coming out!

Throughout the North, into an unknown fear!

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