"Where is Mata?"

When Margaret III received the news that Ma Kai, Tangen, Sean and others were assassinated, her first reaction was to ask about Mata XIII's whereabouts.

"Your Highness, he will visit His Excellency Merlin." A court official bowed respectfully to Margaret III.

"Merlin?" Margaret III held Hellinger's killing and said coldly: "What happened to Merlin?"

"His Excellency Merlin, it seems...is affected by that crown prince." The palace official lowered his head, squinted his eyes, and looked carefully at the tip of Margaret III's shoes.

Margaret III pursed her lips vigorously.

‘The influence of that crown prince’, this is a curse, a curse that the person who has acquired the power of Hydra must bear.

Just like herself...

She has been quitting the government for more than ten years and has been devoted to being an ordinary cook in her grandmother’s tavern. Although it has factors such as some things 18 years ago, it is also directly related to her being influenced by the 'that crown prince'.

The crown prince, Helinger, the symbol of chaos and depravity, the Lord of destruction and greed.

With his power, you will definitely bear his chaotic thinking.

Especially...Hedra has nine heads, and you only have one pitiful head.

"Poor Merlin, I hope he can stick with it." Margaret III sighed: "Then, Lord Metiga, please look forward to the Temple of Closse. It seems that I can only take action by myself."

She curled her lips and smiled coldly: "Joe killed George... Whether he did it or not, this thing was done beautifully. So, is this revenge from the Kingdom of Ice Sea?"

"They died a prince, so they attacked our royal family?" Margaret III smiled and shook his head: "Oh, what a good sister, her thoughts and reactions are exactly the same as mine."

She waved fiercely: "Don't let me catch them... Otherwise, I will feed them to the snakes for those who do this..."

When everything happened, Mata XIII walked into Merlin's bedroom under the leadership of Merlin's two sons.

In the bedroom, ‘Meilin’ was lying quietly on the bed without making any noise.

However, occasionally, strands of snake-shaped black air spurted out from his eyebrows, rushed up more than ten feet high, and hit the ceiling of the house hard, and a faint "hiss" whine kept coming.

The room was biting cold and cold, and undercurrents were surging in the air, eroding waves of everyone's body.

The chaotic consciousness, the distracting will, and the strange and evil whispers echoed in the air.

Mata XIII's body shook.

Around him, the children and grandchildren of Merlin only showed a hint of pain on their faces, and Mata XIII was particularly affected. His body seemed to be suppressed by a mountain. As he walked towards the bed of "Merlin", his footsteps fell on the carpet in the room, and the carpet under his feet was shattered one by one, revealing deep footprints.

"Melin, my old friend." Mata XIII walked step by step to the edge of the bed of "Melin" and reached out to hold the dry and cold palm of "Melin": "You have finally arrived at this day...you..."

Mata XIII roared and retreated quickly.

"Meilin" lying on the bed made a sharp laugh, and his arms exploded and turned into a dozen crystal clear, thin, translucent light blue tentacles.

The flexible tentacles are stretched to dozens of feet in length, and the tiny venom glands on the extremely thin tentacles are clearly visible.

The tentacles turned into a big net and pulled them hard on Mata XIII.

Mata XIII's palms and arms, extremely thin wounds that were deep enough to reach bones spewed out large areas of light blue poisonous blood. These seemingly slender and weak tentacles have the lethality comparable to divine artifacts.

Under the skin of Mata XIII, a large area of ​​golden bright patterns lit up.

Countless magnificent patterns like oak leaves were connected together, burning rapidly under the skin of Mata XIII. Mata XIII was burning all over the body of Mata XIII, which was as beautiful as the essence of the divine flame. The terrible high temperature surged, and the divine flame condensed into a set of brilliant armor on his body.

In the wound cut by tentacles, blue poisonous smoke splattered.

The poisonous blood was burned to pieces by the divine flame, and the damaged muscles in the wound also turned into ashes. Driven by huge divine power, the flesh and blood in the wound grew and healed completely in an instant.

Mata Thirteenth Emperor spitted out fire and thunder in his eyes, staring at the "Meilin" sitting up from the bed little by little.

"You are not Merlin...Who are you?"

The man turned slowly to look at Mata XIII. He coughed lightly, and a flexible tentacle rolled back, rubbed his neck lightly, and a human skin mask was uncovered.

A thin, black-toned old face appeared, and a strange light flashed in the triangle's eyes. The thin old man left the bed, his arms turned into dozens of shiny tentacles floating in the air, and his feet stood three feet above the ground.

"So, what have Florence and the others done over the years?"

The old man sighed loudly: "His Royal Highness Mata's trump card is...you are actually a clergyman?"

The old man looked at Mata XIII with regret: "What a pure and extreme power of the sun. If it weren't for this power, how could my venom fail?"

Mata XIII sneered: "Clerical? Oh, no, I am a heresy, I stole Mu's glory and power...that's all."

The golden divine flame is burning.

Everything in the room started to burn.

Merlin's two sons made sharp neighs at the same time. They turned into afterimages, bringing out twisted hazy lightnings, and rushed from behind to Mata XIII, surrounded by divine flames.

Mata XIII sneered, the void was twisted and broken, and a golden, wooden spear spear spurted out of the broken void and was steadily grabbed by him.

The spear, carrying a strong light that cannot be seen directly, emitted a loud bang, gushing with a thousand-foot golden thunder, drew a huge arc, and slashed hard on the two traitors.

Merlin's two sons were burning all over, and they let out a cry of despair and turned into a wisp of flying ashes in the blink of an eye.

Mata XIII looked at the old man with sadness and threw the human skin mask on the ground: "You shouldn't do this... You killed him, you still blasphemed his body so much... And they actually let you blaspheme the body of your father so much... Damn traitors."

The entire Meilin family's mansion was turned into ashes in the flames of golden thunder, and the guards, servants and others in the room were all turned into ashes.

Mata XIII looked at the old man opposite him coldly: "Merlin is very important to the Delun Empire... A great man in an empire must have some burialists. These people are not enough, far from enough."
Chapter completed!