Summoner of Miracles

In the central square of the Quartz Gate like a gemstone castle, the columns rose and lit the night, burning the atmosphere and releasing the high temperatures.

Luo Zhen stood in front of the fire column that had risen as a result of the explosion. The black coat on his body flipped rapidly, but his body stood firmly there, bathing in the blast and flaming light, and his face did not change color.

Throughout the square, apart from Rojin, only twelve fan-shaped caskets were able to remain motionless in the blast, and the girls lying there still fell asleep, leaving the blast to pass.

This situation only subsided after not knowing how long it had lasted.

Fire columns descend slowly and disappear.

The storm gradually subsided and dissipated.

By the time all the winds were calm, the immense magic in the square had disappeared, and even those who had gained it by means of dwarves had almost disappeared.

Under the blast, it was no longer the businessman posture of Zahariyas, but rather a shattered body, not just hands and feet, that disappeared for the most part.

“Goo... ah..."

An arms dealer named Zaharias lay on the ground with a cripple in his arms, a cry that could not even reproduce his throat.

The integration of numerous Hungarian tribes to sell weapons out of their homes, the eventual defeat of Karjana, the seizure of territory in the kings of war, the chairmanship of the Provisional Self-Government of Nilepsi, and the defeat of the Lord of the Principality of Ordiaru and the Caucasus through various channels, almost contributed to the awakening of the fourth real ancestor, Baltasaru Zaharias, an arms dealer of the last generation.

That's the end of him.

“How... how... how... how...”

Zaharias whispered silently as he wriggled in pain.

“I've... been given nine bases... not even the Empire of the Three Nights... and so many truly ancestral beasts... and immortal life and mighty power... why... why... why...”

Zaharias kept screaming.

Indeed, an arms dealer in a district can become both a lord and eat the nobles and royalty of the kingdom of war and the extinct dynasty. Finally, an entire nine bases were collected, and the awakening of the fourth true ancestor was promoted with one hand, undoubtedly quite brilliant in terms of war performance.

In the ceremony of the Feast of the Flaming Light, this person is the most ordinary and lowest status, even Luo Zhen has far more history than he, at least under the name of a godson and witch brother, the circle can be called unknown.

Zaharias, on the other hand, is rarely able to climb all the way here solely by virtue of his capacity and ability as an arms dealer.

It's just a shame...

“Multiple injustices do not kill themselves, and you really fully interpret that statement. ”

Luo Zhen looked with mercy at Zaharias, lying in a wretched land, so open.

“Now that we are ready to start a war, we must be prepared to be caught in the crossfire as a merchant who sells weapons in an attempt to start a war, and this should happen. ”

Rojin did not hesitate to raise his hand and reached out in the direction of Zaharias.

Zahariaston trembled with fear.

It wasn't until this moment that Zaharias felt death.

Although Zaharias is already a follower of the blood of an immortal vampire, even if he is so badly wounded, he is not dead, and so much wounds will recover in a few moments, which does not mean that he will not die.

Generally, as long as the heart or brain of the boss's blood is smashed, vampires are killed.

But the higher the rank of vampires, the closer they are to their real ancestors, the stronger their immortal curse will be. If they are real ancestors, even if their hearts are pierced and their brains are smashed, can they not die?

Unless it's a weapon that even the real ancestors can kill, as the holy gun calls it, that puts it through the heart.

Otherwise, the real ancestors will be able to recover after a certain amount of time.

As a follower of the blood of the fourth true ancestor, Zaharias also possessed such immortality.

But if the whole population dies, even Zaharias will surely die.

Anyway, Zaharias was empowered by the ribs in his body, and once the whole person was wiped out and the ribs disappeared, Zaharias naturally could not regenerate.

Luo Zhen knew that, so he was ready to kill.

The proof is that Luo Zhenzhen's hands are stretching out, and the raging magic is converging.

“Wait... wait...! ”

Zaharias can only scream in the direction of Lo Jin, despite his still recovering body, as if it were a return light.

“You can't kill me...! I have important information...! You'll regret killing me...! ”

That sentence became the last last last words of Zaharias' life.

“Boo-hoo! ”

The demon bomb formed by the magic of man broke through the space, bombarded Zaharias, stirred a blast, while Zaharias could not even make a scream in time, was directly annihilated by the demon bomb, the entire body was blown up and disappeared into the overflowing magic.

Luo Zhen raised his hand just now.

“The only one on this banquet who can't be forgiven is you, Zaharias. ”

Ro sighed silently and murmured softly.

“Not to mention your so-called intelligence, which I already guessed. ”

Instead of letting loose his guard at the end of the battle, Ro turned around and looked at the entrance to Central Square, as if in the face of an evil war that had really begun.

“Don't you think? ”

Ro asked so faintly.

In the direction it was aimed at, a small figure slowly walked in.

“Dah... dah... dah... dah..."

The sound of footsteps rang slightly and clearly on the ground.

“Phew...”

The breeze blew through and lifted the black hair that was normally tied to the ponytail, now completely drooling and scattered over his shoulders.

The little girl broke into the battlefield in such a hurry.

Looking at the girl, Ro closed his eyes.

“What should I call you?” Luo Zhenzhen said with no expression: “I don't suppose I can keep calling you sand? ”

The man who broke into the battlefield was Sand.

Sasha is wearing a lovely pajama, her hair is scattered, she looks a little lazy and has a different cheerful charm than usual.

However, there is no emotion in the eyes of such sand, and there is only a frightening evil in the face.

“So that's it. ”

The young girl, once named Sasha, smiled in an arrogant tone.

“Have you known everything? Holy godson! ”

That kiss couldn't have been sand at all.

And at this moment, on Yusha, an amazing amount of magic is suppressed, waiting for the moment to erupt.