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With such strength and such power, there is no doubt that the person who comes is a level 7 saint!

For a moment, the entire castle hall was silent and everyone was speechless.

Viscount Norman and Viscount Mars's faces completely changed.

They never expected that behind the arrogant boy just now was such a terrifying strong man!

In the face of absolute strength, the original confidence or silent calculations seemed to have become a joke.

"Hahaha~I knew that the great priest Solo would not give up his most loyal servant." Moses sat on the ground, gasping for breath as if he had survived the disaster, but a fanatical smile appeared on his pale face.

He struggled to get up from the ground, knelt on one knee and bent down to salute with an extremely solemn expression: "Welcome to the great priest of Solo."

Wu Hui glanced at Moses and gave this guy a thumbs up to his acting skills.

If he hadn't clearly known that this guy had been completely brainwashed by himself, he would have almost been deceived just by looking at his performance. This guy is also a talented person~ and he is also a complete villain talent.

He lowered his head and pretended to be respectful and obedient. Seeing that Black next to him stood still, he reached out and slapped him on the back of his head, pressing his head down.

Liliana lowered her head deeply as soon as the priest Solo appeared, looking very worried, timid, timid, as if she didn't even have the courage to look up. However, a light flashed in his eyes.

At the same time, the other men in black robes also knelt down, with a uniform voice: "Welcome to the great priest of Solo."

In the empty castle hall, the sound echoed slowly, solemn and solemn.

Surrounded by a group of men in black robe, the already powerful power of the priest Solo was immediately more terrifying and terrifying.

The servants in the castle were already trembling with fear. When shocked by this momentum, they immediately collapsed onto the ground one by one, trembling with white faces.

There were a few timid people who were even scared to their eyes and fainted.

"Cough~Cough~"

Andre struggled to tear himself off the wall, his feet softened and he knelt on one knee.

At that moment, he was seriously injured, especially his internal organs were shocked. Even with his strong physique as a level 6 shield warrior, he could hardly bear it.

Now that he moved, he immediately spat another mouthful of blood.

However, he seemed to have not felt it, supporting his body with a shield, and stared at the priest Solo who had just appeared: "Ge, who is the saint you are? Why have I never heard of it?"

"Hehehehehehe~ It doesn't matter who I am."

The priest Soro smiled miserably, and his eyes passed through Viscount Norman, Viscount Mars, and Level 6 Sub-Saint Andre's face, with a gaze as if he was looking at the lambs waiting to be slaughtered.

"It is important that today, you must jointly elect Black Leighton as the heir to the Count. If anyone has any objection... Kill, no, pardon."

When talking about the last three words, the main priest Solo paused word by word, and his cold murderous intent leaked out from the gaps of his teeth, instantly filling the entire castle hall.

In an instant, even the temperature seemed to drop several degrees.

The male servants and maids around them shivered for a while, and suddenly they fainted several times.

Viscount Mars almost subconsciously lowered his head, his forehead was sweating like rain, and he didn't even dare to say a word.

Wu Hui was secretly proud of his bad guys. As expected, professional bad guys would still be invited to do this. If the Holy See of Light came forward and insisted on Black as the Earl, how could he be so arrogant and domineering? He would kill him without mercy at all times?

"You are too domineering, right? Even if you are a saint, cough cough~ shouldn't..."

Level 6 Sub-Saint Andre looked angry and frowned and wanted to refute.

However, before he could finish his words, a hell hammer that was exactly the same as before appeared in the air and suddenly smashed him into the head.

"Boom~!"

Before Sub-Saint Andre could react, he was hit into the stone floor with a hammer.

There was an instant human-shaped pit on the ground, and the surrounding stone slabs "kick" cracked a large area like a spider web.

Sub-Saint Andre was beaten to the point of being pale and vomiting blood, but he still subconsciously struggled to get up from the pit.

However, as soon as his hand reached the ground, the scepter in the hands of the Lord Solo suddenly stopped, and a black light suddenly shot into the air.

In an instant, a black vortex with a rich ominous aura appeared in the air. A huge undead ancient dragon rushed out of the vortex and suddenly thrust out.

“Un~”

Compared to the undead bone dragon temporarily spawned by the undead servant Rex, the one in front of him is obviously much larger. The huge bone wings spread out, almost covering the entire hall dome.

The light of the Dome Magic Light is blocked by it, and huge shadows are laid below.

As the huge bone wings swelled, the majestic dragon power mixed with the aura of death swept out, and the entire castle hall was filled with this aura in an instant, and for a moment, it was like a forest hell.

"The Undead Bone Dragon!"

Andre's face suddenly changed color, and his already pale face turned pale in an instant, and his eyes were horrified.

He never expected that the Priest Solo would take action directly after a disagreement, not giving him a chance to finish his words. Moreover, he actually summoned a killing weapon like the Undead Bone Dragon!

This is to be killed!

He had also come into contact with two saints before, but those two saints encouraged and appreciated him a lot. Even though he had heard that some saints had bad tempers and were often killed, he did not expect that the one in front of him would not play according to common sense and would not even say a word!

If he had known this, he wouldn't have spoken just now!

Andre regretted it, and his intestines were blue.

However, at this moment, it would be too late for him to regret it!

He turned around and ran away, his figure instantly turned into a phantom and flew out, trying everything to win the slightest glimmer of life for himself.

However, no matter how good his body skills are, how could he run over the level 7 undead bone dragon, which is already known for his speed?

Before he could escape to the entrance of the hall, the giant skeleton dragon that was sweeping down had already chased him. He grabbed his back with one claw and flew directly into the air with his claws.

The sharp dragon claws grabbed Andre's back and drenched in blood, and he screamed immediately.

However, as soon as the scream sounded, the other claw of the undead bone dragon had already been pressed on his shoulder, and then both claws were used together to tear Andre into two halves.

The screams came to an abrupt end.

The bloody rain mixed with internal organs immediately fell like raindrops, instantly spilling half of the castle hall. Whether it is the exquisitely carved leather sofa, the exquisitely embroidered tablecloth, or the exquisite strokes, they were all dyed with blood at this moment, dazzling red and shockingly red.

The servants of the castle were frightened by the bloody scene and their faces were pale, their throats were giggling, and then they turned their eyes and fainted. Even if the only small group of people who were not dizzy were scared, they were frightened to have shit and urine, or turned their heads and vomited like the old housekeeper.

The hot smell and the fishy smell of blood filled the air, mixing into an indescribable disgusting smell.

Black and Wu Hui at the door couldn't help but cover their mouths and noses and retreated out the door. They felt their stomachs turbulently and almost couldn't help but vomit.

In the air, the huge undead bone dragon released its claws and threw the two halves of the corpse on the ground. It skillfully drew a hot heart from the corpse torn in two halves, and then sent it to the Lord Solo in a pleasing manner, rubbing his forehead affectionately.

"Good baby~ It's a good job."

The Priest Solo took the bloody heart and touched the pale skull of the undead bone dragon with satisfaction. Then he turned his head to look at everyone, and a strange smile appeared on his withered face: "I said, if you have any objections, you will be killed without mercy."

There was a dead silence all over the place.

Viscount Mars's clothes were soaked with cold sweat, and his legs were as weak as noodles, and he almost couldn't stand steadily.

Viscount Norman's psychological quality is much better than his, but his cold sweat has already soaked his clothes and his face turned pale.

It's just a little bit short.

If they were the ones who spoke just now, they would be torn in half and thrown on the ground at the moment.

It was like walking around in front of the gates of hell.

"How is it? Do you two have any objections?" The scary gaze of the priest Solo suddenly fell on the two of them. The look was like a tiger looking at the lamb waiting to be slaughtered, greedy and bloodthirsty.

Viscount Mars was shocked and almost subconsciously knelt down with his legs weakened: "No, no objection. I have no objection. If you want to be the count, you will be the count. You have the final say, you have the final say..."

Viscount Norman also tightened his whole body and his scalp was numb. He quickly spoke: "No objection. I have no objection. You have the final say."

However, he said this, but he subconsciously calculated it in his heart.

The saint in front of him was obviously a necromancer or summoner. Although it was powerful, two or three of the famous saints on the mainland hated this type of profession. If we could find a way to spread the news of a holy necromancer or summoner here, we might be able to get in touch with those two or three saints.

At that time, what is an earl's title?

"Hehehehehehe~"

The Priest Solo felt something, and his scarlet eyes suddenly stared at Viscount Norman, with a bloodthirsty light appearing in his eyes: "You are not sincere."

After living for four or five hundred years, he transformed himself into a lich in order to break through the shackles of his body and qualifications. His five senses had faded, but his mental acuity reached a state that ordinary people could not imagine. Almost the moment Viscount Norman had a strange intention, he could already feel it.

After the words came, the black scepter in his hand beat again, and the undead bone dragon immediately roared and rushed towards Viscount Norman.

Viscount Norman's face changed drastically in an instant.

How is it possible?! How could he find out?!

Viscount Norman could not figure it out anyway, and he was full of incredible. However, at this moment, he had no time to think about it carefully, and could only try his best to throw out all kinds of cards and life-saving tricks, trying to get a glimmer of hope under the attack of the Bone Dragon.

However, the level gap is huge like a heavenly abyss. However, at level 4, how could he escape from the Heavenly Heaven under the 7th level undead bone dragon?

But in a few breaths, he was already caught by the huge dragon claws and was torn in half like Andre.

Another hot heart fell into the hands of the priest Solo. The smile on his face became brighter and stranger, as if the more people died, the happier he was.

Viscount Mars was so scared that he almost couldn't even kneel down. He had a pale face as if he was about to perform ascend to heaven on the spot the next moment.

After a while, he suddenly woke up and said with great utmost voluntary words: "Big, big, lord. The previous Count suddenly died and there is no designated heir. As long as the heir is nominated for more than half of the heirs in the clan, he can directly hand it over to the direct marquis to stamp it, issue official documents, and inherit the throne. Now the only heirs to the Raymond family are left, I and Black. I, I will write a letter to nominate Black now."
To be continued...