Warhammer Divine Throne

"Yes! That's right, it's him!" Aneda's arms covered with various jewellery squeezed the table tightly.

The rickety man has sweat on his face, and only a short period of prediction consumes a lot of his magic power.

The picture on the crystal ball stopped at this moment, and Ryan's face was gradually shrouded in white mist and became fuzzy.

"Not good!" The rickety man subconsciously turned off the crystal ball, and then immediately activated the protective array in the room, and signaled Anida to get down immediately. The moment the two immediately got down, for a while A moving female voice with anger swept across this area: "Who dared to use big prophecy to predict my choice!"

The two people lying on their stomachs were silent.

The confusing array set by the rickety man worked. The fairy in the lake scanned and found no objects, and she could not consume the divine force scanning for a long time, so the Goddess failed to detect results. Then left.

Ten minutes later, the two people covered in dirt finally stood up again. Anida was embarrassed. A lot of dust was stained on her silk dress, and her stockings were snagged. The good makeup was gone: "Well, at least we can know that Ryan is protected by the bitch in the lake."

"Ah~" The rickety man also got up, he shook his head: "I can't finish Big prophecy, President Aneda, take your money, please go back."

"No, you can’t use prophecy, you can use power word! The priesthood of Bitch in the lake can only be Protect his future, I can’t protect his past. If you want money, I can give it to you again!” Anida took out five more gold coins of the gods, and the woman like Ruo frantically grabbed the prophet’s neck with her sharp nails.

"..." The rickety man's body trembled frantically. He knew that he had sunk too deep, but as a prophet of the Treacherous Sect, he knew that if he dared to refuse, Anida would Will kill him directly,

The lunatics of the evil sect do everything, because the doctrine of the evil is to encourage all atrocities and try all sins. The believers of the chaotic gods not only kill each other. , Even the same sect is fighting each other all day long.

Finally, the rickety man stretched out his hand tremblingly and took the money.

Power word is the opposite of prophecy. Prophecy is an attempt to detect a person’s future, while power word is to go back to a person’s past.

Under Anida's gaze, the prophet once again moved towards the crystal ball and stretched out his hand.

Power Word cannot be released on Sacred Domain or powerhouses above Sacred Domain and Archbishops of the church. The overwhelming majority duke or the nobles above the duke will also let their court mages cast spells to protect their past, but Ryan is not counted among the above, power words are barely useful to him.

Ryan's face appeared again in the crystal ball, and his face gradually became younger and younger, and the things experienced by White Wolf Knight gradually appeared in front of two.

"Yes, this is this, this is this!" Anida nodded repeatedly.

But as soon as Ryan was three years old, another golden mist wrapped Ryan's past fuzzy and covered the crystal ball tightly.

"Yes! It's here! Quick! I want to see what he is coming from!" Anida's slender fingernails caught the prophet's collar: "Quick!"

The prophet had to extend the hand and continue to painfully input his life force into the crystal ball, which made him grow old quickly at a speed visible to naked eye.

The scene in the crystal ball began to change.

To the surprise of the two people, the scene in the crystal ball no longer focuses on Ryan who is still a child, but directly away from this World, in the endless cosmic void and terrifying giant subspace storm shuttle.

Ryan, from outside of this World? !

"Ah! Ahhhhh!!!" The prophet is rapidly crystallizing. His life force, his soul, and all his flesh and blood energy are being madly absorbed by power words, a In the blink of an eye, the hands of the prophet completely turned into crystals, and the crystals were still continuously moved towards his shoulders, and gradually spread to his whole body.

Through the endless subspace storm, the last thing that appeared in the crystal ball was a planet wrapped in sacred golden light, and then everything came to an abrupt end, the crystal ball exploded in the glimpse of a supreme existence Broken and turned into dust.

"no!!!!" The eyes of the prophet burst out hot flames, and his body suddenly burned on its own. The red flame burned all of the prophet's body in the blink of an eye.

Power Word is still demanding the energy of the prophet.

All his life force and soul? not enough!

The life force and soul of the whole village and the whole sect? not enough! !

All the chaotic energy in the village's underground chaotic altar? Still not enough! ! !

Power Words continue to claim along the faith channel of the treacherous believers and the dark god.

Subspace, Chaos Boundary, there was a scream from inside the labyrinth of Tiki, the Lord of Change, the God of Destiny, and one of the four Evil Gods of Chaos, Tiki wailed, it found its own The chaotic energy was consumed nearly a quarter by the mantra object counterattacked by a certain believer's mantra.

The dark god under his anger turned countless believers into Chaos Eggs in one breath, but this is something for now.

In Anida’s stunned eyes, the prophet’s body turned half to ashes and half turned to crystals. Not only that, everyone in the entire village was burnt blind and turned into idiots. The buildings in the village collapsed in flames and earthquakes. It took only a few minutes for Anida to escape. The village was reduced to ashes, and then collapsed and turned into rubble due to the destruction of the underground altar.

The president of the Aesthetic Society was stunned. She really couldn't figure out why the power word technique that worked until now didn't work on Ryan's body, and it turned out to be like this?

Aneda can only draw one conclusion, that is, Ryan has a deep connection with the fairy in the lake who also comes from outside the world, and the fairy in the lake does not hesitate to spend a huge price to protect his past.

Finally, looking at the village turned into ashes, the president of the Aesthetic Society suddenly felt very pleasant and full of art in the process. She stuck her tongue out and said contemptuously: "Deserve it."

After that, she gestured to the carriage driver of the same dumbstruck: "Let’s go, let’s go back."

After passing through the endless eternal subspace giant storm and the endless universe, the physical material universe, the human parent star, Holy Terra.

Supreme's great existence was originally busy digesting the pure cosmic energy left by the ancient sage, and a flash of little snooping made his consciousness awakened.

"Ryan?"

"My beloved son, Ryan is in danger! Someone tried to spy on his past through sorcery."

"... Ryan is the most precious and deadly part of my plan to reverse corruption. He must not have an accident."

"...He needs the help of the Forbidden Army's marathon!"

...... ...

Marinburg, 53 Amber Avenue, the first floor of the meeting room.

Veronica walked up and down with a headache, and the voice of her high-heeled heels sounded continuously: "Jacob Vice-President died in the battle, but we were wandering around, spending a lot of time, and it turned out. How can I explain such a big thing to Senator Sophia and Margarita Mentor?"

"At least we are not without gain." Ryan was sitting in his chair.

The investigation of the two people is not without gain. From the owner and clerk of the tailor shop, we learned that Meimei Club always regularly organizes the art Sand Dragon, which is a closed, internal art Sand Dragon. Accept the participation of members and major artists.

"It's still useful to investigate Aestheticism? Belt's trail is underground!" Veronica said irritably.

"You are wrong, Veronica! If I were Belt, I would be absolutely impossible to hide underground at this time." Ryan said softly, and the death of the demonhunter master made him feel heartbroken: "Don't forget Now, an underground expedition of 3,000 people has already set off. If Belt’s brain is normal, he will be courting death if he hides underground."

Veronica nodded, the followers of the Blood God are never good at hiding and fleeing. of.

"On the ground, with the entire city on guard, there is only one organization capable of providing shelter for him, and that is the Aesthetic Society!" Ryan placed the cup heavily on the table: "So Everything went back to the beauty club."

"...Mr. Ryan, Veronica Young Lady, I'll change it." At this time, Emilia appeared.

The girl changed into a standard maid dress, a white apron decorated with ruffles, a white-collar plain long dress and black short leather boots.

Normal maid clothes are not the seductive clothes that some people imagine with only a little fabric. Emilia has no special decorations except for the bow at the neckline, and the whole body is wrapped tightly like a nun. The same, wearing a white headscarf, tied up golden long hair.

"Mr. Ryan, can we start?" Emilia, who had changed into a maid outfit, also revealed her original face.

Emilia was originally beautiful, the girl’s appearance was not like that of Garland’s witches and warlocks, highlighting a beautiful character, the girl’s temperament was more like a spring in the mountains, a pair of clear water Big blue eyes, beautiful oval face, milky white skin, quiet and weak. Beauty and strength form a perfect combination on the girl's body.

The first glance at her is not amazing, but it feels very comfortable, sweet and clear.

"Let's start!" Ryan nodded.

So Emilia took out a lot of tools and various paints, and she began to disguise Ryan.

"Well~ So handsome Ryan actually wants to disguise as an artist to participate in the art Sand Dragon? My Great Knight, are you sure you know art?" Veronica stood by and watched with interest. With Emilia's makeup, under the girl's small hands, Ryan's face gradually changed from a standard handsome Aachen look to a masculine southern country look.

"Yes, I play an artist from the southern country, the Kingdom of Liguria." In order not to affect Emilia's movements, Ryan just grunted his nose: "I don't understand. Art, but I know the dark♂ art of those hedonistic sects very well, and I’m sure I will easily get into that kind of art Sand Dragon."

Veronica and Emilia can both hear men’s paintings. Outside the voice, the little maid’s face was flushed, and her hands didn’t stop, only Veronica said sarcastically, "Oh, I still believe you on this point, after all..."

At this point, the witch's face turned redder, she twisted the beginning and stopped talking, only Catherine looked at her mentor curiously, she somewhat understood.

"Speaking of which, Emilia, did you see my last name on my scabbard?" Ryan turned the subject to Emilia.

"Well~ Mr. Ryan always takes the complex... that sword is on his back, and your full name is written on the scabbard." Emilia whispered, "And that special The story of the establishment of the Knight regiment is all written on the scabbard. Since Mr. Ryan did this, he probably didn’t intend to hide it, so I read it secretly during the trip. That... Mr. Ryan will not be offended, right?"

"I always thought that no one in Nord's field would understand Gothic." Ryan spit out casually: "It's okay, you live here, it's safe here, no one will harm you, and, Just call me Ryan."

"Thank you! Ryan first...Ryan." Emilia is very happy, obviously this is what she wants.

Under the girl's little hand dress, Ryan's disguise is complete.

"How long can it last?" Ryan looked at himself in the mirror. He was very satisfied, because this appearance was very similar to the unforgettable silhouette in his memory.

"Within one day, as long as you don't get burned by flames or splashed with corroded acid on your face, there will not be any problems." Emilia said softly.

"Very good!" Ryan took out the black tuxedo and put it on, and then put a rose in his chest very sullenly: "OK, ready to go."

Ryan wanted to get close to Veronica, but the witch rejected it very disgustingly: "Don't approach me with this face."

"Well, I'm leaving."

At eight o'clock in the evening, outside Marienburg, the Violet Manor of Weimeihui.

Today’s Violet Manor is full of people. Artists from all over the mainland gather together to participate in the art Sand Dragon held by the beautiful Aneda Klausner. Many people have no chance to enter the Sand Dragon scene. Citizens and small nobles and small businessmen also gathered around the gate of the manor to watch.

"Look! That's Dürer, the painter from the southern countries!"

"Oh my God! The artist Rubens from the Empire is here too!"

"That is the famous sculptor Angel!"

Whoever came, Aneda Klausner greeted him warmly at the door, wearing a green low-cut Evening dress, even on such a cold winter night, did not reduce her beauty in the slightest: "Welcome masters."

"Wow! Didn't expect the great architect Foster is here too! "Cry out in surprise: "Wait! Master Foster seems to be carrying a youngster?!"

"He looks like a Southerner!"

" Who is he?"

After coming down from the carriage, the Foster master, who is old, gray-haired, and a little unstable, walked down the carriage with the help of Ryan. The old gentleman was in the youngster’s He whispered in his ear: "If it weren't for Schultz's request, I really don't want to participate in this boring Sand Dragon with Knight who fights all day long."

"Thank you, Fox Special master!" Ryan whispered in a very respectful manner.

"Follow me, remember, a qualified artist must not be alone or thrown away from the topic." Foster's face is wrinkled a lot. This old gentleman is 70 years old, he It is the most outstanding architectural master in the past fifty years. He has presided over the restoration of the Imperial Palace of the human empire for many times. It is one of the authorities that can be counted on one's fingers in the architectural field.

"Oh! God! It's the Foster master! Very welcome!" Anida's eyes beamed: "Welcome to you, your presence makes this manor shine."

"You're welcome." Foster deserves this compliment. The old gentleman is just nodded even if he said hello.

"Right, this is?" Aneda looked at the youngster next to Foster curiously. This youngster has short black hair, and what is rare is that his eyes are also black. , Youngster's body is very strong.

"Introduce yourself." Foster motioned.

So the youngster politely stepped forward to greet him.

"Hello, President Anida, my name is Fan, Van Duckholm, I am an artist, a performance artist, and I am hired by people to satisfy their fantasies. "

"Their dark ♂deep ♂ fantasy."