"If you dare to get close, you will be killed without mercy!"

About thirty miles away from the castle where Margaret III is located, there was a hoarse and old voice in an ancient castle placed on the top of a hill, repeating Qiao's words in Donglu.

When the sound sounded, everything began to shake violently in the huge hall that was enough to accommodate thousands of people.

Every air particle, including dust in the air, the tiniest water vapor particles, etc., even space and time itself, oscillates with this sound.

The space was broken into particles.

Time breaks into particles.

All tangible and intangible existences were shattered by this sound, except for Qiao Xuan, who was standing in the middle of the hall, with a respectful look on his face, and the laws of the world in Medland itself remained intact.

Qiao Xuan stood in the hall stiffly, his body moving without daring to move.

He could feel the power that filled the entire hall, making him feel desperate, like a nightmare.

This power completely surpassed those gods who had seen in the battlefield of Tulun Port these days, who were recalled by the abyss consciousness back to Medland from the endless void.

Those gods...

Perhaps because of their long exile, their power was less than one trillionth of that of their heyday.

They are weak, they are weak...but they are still gods.

And the owner of this voice...

Qiao Xuan looked at the other party in awe. A flame of ambition that rose from time to time in his heart was quietly suppressed by him because of this awe.

Qiao Xuan could feel that even if the gods were at their peak, the power he mastered in this voice was likely to be above them.

Bald head, long face, gray skin is wet, with a hint of wrinkles.

The old man, who was over twelve feet tall and thin, was wrapped in a black gilded robe, and hugged four tall arms in front of his chest, and was carried behind his back. A purple-gold eyes were opened and closed in a while, and a faint purple-gold divine light was emitted.

He stood quietly in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling window and looked at the castle shrouded in black mist in the distance.

There was a faint smell on him.

This smell is very strange. With Qiao Xuan's keen perception, he could roughly tell that the smell had an extremely rare smell of potion and a stream of old zombies that had been brewing in the coffin for tens of thousands of years.

This old man...

His gray skin, as well as abnormal moisture and wrinkles, was like a piece of fermented tofu that had been soaked in a kimchi jar for many years. Some tastes and some smells have been... pickled to taste!

Especially, his four arms.

No matter how you look at this, this old guy should not be a normal person.

But Qiao Xuan did not dare to show any wrong expression on his face... He looked at the old man in awe, his behavior and expression were just like those old eunuchs who were loyal and cautious in serving him!

Al, level 33, gatekeeper!

Gatekeeper No. 7!

There is no name, or rather, he is lazy to tell Qiao Xuan his name.

The janitor No. 7 is his synonym.

Or, using the honorific title within the Al organization, he should be Elder No. 7.

An old man with a graceful demeanor, a spirit and aura like green bamboos in the snow, and a free and innocent spirit all over his body, stood beside the gatekeeper No. 7 with a faint smile on his face.

A thirty-second-level chanting climber, a famous genius doctor Qingque from the East Land.

Qiao Xuan's mentor, Qiao Xuan joins Al's guide.

Before Qiao Xuan became an adult, Qingque approached Qiao Xuan as an imperial physician and guided him to join Ayer.

When Liangxu was in chaos, the kings rebelled, and the country's power collapsed, it was Qingque's guidance and help. Qiao Xuan took a group of close ministers and fled to Medland with Liangxu's treasure house.

Afterwards, Qiao Xuan was able to make up his mind to exhaust the wealth in the treasury, bring the mercenary army back to the Dragon Land, and start the battle to restore the country, and reorganize the country in just over a decade. This is also because Qiao Xuan finally agreed to the conditions proposed by Qingque on behalf of Al.

With the support of Al, Qiao Xuan successfully restored the country.

And Liangxu completely became Al's peripheral force!

Because of this contribution, Qiao Xuan has gained an organizational status comparable to Qingque in just over a decade.

Otherwise, at Qiao Xuan's age...

Florence, which had been operating in the Derren Empire for hundreds of years, was only a "king". How could Qiao Xuan become a senior member of Al's second only to the gatekeeper?

However, Qiao Xuan didn't expect that Al's background was so terrible.

The gatekeeper who stands at the peak of the Al organization and the gatekeeper who claims to be "guarding the portal of truth" is such a terrifying existence.

The entire hall was shaking and trembling.

Qiao Xuan clearly felt that if it were not for the deliberate control of the janitor No. 7, as long as the slightest impact on his body, he would have completely disappeared, and even a trace of residue would not be left.

In the entire hall, only Qing Bird was surrounded by clear air, and only he relied on his own strength to resist the terrifying sound wave vibration of the janitor No. 7.

However, looking at Qingque's frown, you know that he is not relaxed either.

The janitor No. 7 took a deep breath, and he murmured: "Sorry... I've been sleeping for too long and was suddenly awakened, and I can't control my strength."

"Haha, the little guy who just spoke is your grandson?" The janitor No. 7 turned around, spitting out divine light in his three eyes, and looked at Qiao Xuan coldly.

"That's right." Facing the gaze of the gatekeeper No. 7, Qiao Xuan did not dare to show any strangeness.

"Very good, very good." The janitor No. 7 smiled and nodded: "It's rare to wake up, and it's also good to write a script. The blood left by the royal family in Liangxu was left outside. The prince's return triggered a shocking battle between Medland and Donglu."

"In such a war, both sides continued to discover ancient ruins and discovered mysterious potions from them... Among them, god-level existences continued to emerge."

"Of course, it was from the Medland camp, the god who practiced the Three Sea Qi Vein Respiration Method, who overwhelmed the powerful god-level figure of Donglu. In the end, Medland conquered Donglu... This little guy Qiao became the co-lord of Medland and Donglu."

"After he succeeded, he released his military power with a cup of wine, fought for him, and promoted to a god, and retired one after another."

"As time goes by...about thirty years later, the achievements of these god-level generals will become stories... and stories will sooner or later become legends in the long river of time."

The janitor No. 7 smiled and nodded: "I feel that my script is more perfect than the plans of these low-level members who stayed in Medland..."

"Hahaha, just follow my plan."

"The trouble these bastards have caused is bad enough..."
Chapter completed!