Chapter 93, Annual Death Champion

"Yes! That's right, it's him!" Anida's arms covered with all kinds of jewelry firmly pinched the table.

The crooked man was sweating on his face, and he had consumed a lot of magic power just by prophesying for a short period of time.

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

"Not good!" The crooked man subconsciously turned off the crystal ball, then immediately activated the protective circle in the room, and signaled Anida to get down immediately. The moment the two got down immediately, a moving female voice filled with anger Just swept across this area: "Who dares to use the big prophecy to predict my God's Choice!"

The two people lying on their stomachs remained silent.

The bewildering magic circle set up by the crooked man worked. The fairy in the lake scanned and found nothing, and she couldn't spend her divine power scanning like this for a long time, so the goddess left after the detection was fruitless.

Ten minutes later, the disgraced two finally stood up again. Anida was in a mess. Her long silk dress was stained with dust, her stockings were snagged, and her makeup was ruined: "OK Well, at least you can know that Ryan is protected by the blue pool in the lake."

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

"No, you can't use divination, you can use power words! Bichi's priesthood in the lake can only protect his future, not his past. I can give you the money if you want it!" Anida took out five more God's gold coins, the woman looks like madly using her sharp nails to grab the prophet's neck.

"..." The rickety man's body trembled crazily. He knew that he had fallen too deep, but as a prophet of the Tzeentch sect, he knew that if he dared to refuse, Anida would kill him directly.

The lunatics of the sect of Slaanesh can do anything, because the teachings of Slaanesh encourage all atrocities and try all evils. The followers of the Chaos Gods not only kill each other, but even the same sect kills each other all day long.

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

Power Word is the opposite of Divination. Divination is an attempt to probe into one's future, while Power Word is a return to one's past.

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

Power Words cannot be released on the strongmen of the sanctuary or above and the archbishops of the church. Most of the nobles above the duke or above will let their court mages cast spells to protect their past, but Ryan is not among the above. , Power Words are barely useful to him.

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

"Yes, it's this one, that's it!" Aneda nodded repeatedly.

But back when Ryan was three years old, another golden mist wrapped Ryan's past indistinctly, tightly covering the crystal ball.

"Yes! It's here! Quick! I want to see who he is!" Anida's slender fingernails grabbed the prophet's collar: "Quick!"

The prophet had no choice but to stretch out his hand and continue to painfully inject his life force into the crystal ball, which made him grow old at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The scene in the crystal ball began to change.

To the surprise of the two, the scene in the crystal ball no longer focused on Ryan, who was still a toddler, but went directly away from this world, shuttling through the endless cosmic void and the terrifying giant warp space storm.

Ryan, from out of this world? !

"Ah! Ahhh!!!" The prophet is rapidly crystallizing, his vitality, his soul, and all the energy of his flesh and blood are being crazily absorbed by power words. In the blink of an eye, the prophet His hands were completely crystallized, and the crystals continued to spread towards his shoulders, and gradually spread to his whole body.

Through endless warp storms,

The last thing to emerge from the crystal ball was a planet enveloped in divine golden light, and then it came to an abrupt end, the crystal ball bursting into dust at the glance of some supreme being.

"No!!!!" Hot flames spewed out from the eyes of the prophet, his body suddenly burned by itself, and the red flame burned the whole body of the prophet in the blink of an eye.

Power Words are still claiming the seer's power.

All his life force and soul? not enough!

The vitality and soul of the entire Tzeentch sect in the whole village? not enough! !

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

Power Words continue to be obtained along the faith path of Tzeentch followers and the God of Darkness.

Subspace, Chaos Realm, and a scream came from inside Tzeentch's labyrinth. Tzeentch, the Lord of Changes, the God of Fate, and one of the four evil gods of chaos, wailed endlessly. Nearly a quarter of the spell was consumed by the mantra target's counterattack.

The God of Darkness in his wrath turned countless believers into Chaos Eggs in one go, but that's another story.

In Aneda's astonished eyes, half of the prophet's body was turned into ashes and half into crystals. Not only that, all the people in the entire village were burned blind and turned into idiots. It collapsed during the earthquake, and only a few minutes after Anida escaped, the village was reduced to ashes, and then collapsed due to the destruction of the underground altar, turning it into ruins.

The president of the Aesthetic Society was stunned. She really couldn't figure out why the Power Word, which had always been effective, didn't work on Ryan, and why did it become like this?

Anida can only come to one conclusion, and that is that Lane has a deep connection with the Fairy of the Lake, also from outside the world, and that the Fairy of the Lake is willing to protect his past at great cost.

In the end, looking at the village that had been reduced to ashes, the president of the Weimei Society suddenly felt that the process was very pleasant and full of artistic sense. She stuck out her tongue and said contemptuously, "It deserves it."

After finishing speaking, she motioned to the carriage driver who was also stunned: "Let's go, let's go back."

After passing through the endless eternal subspace giant storm and the endless cosmic void, the physical material universe, the home planet of human beings, the sacred Terra.

The supreme great being was busy digesting the pure cosmic energy left over by the Old Sage, but a fleeting little snoop awakened his consciousness.

"Lane?"

"My dear son, Ryan is in danger! Someone is trying to spy on his past through magic."

"... Ryan is the most precious and deadly part of my anti-corruption plan, and he must not have any accidents."

"...he needs the help of the Forbidden Army!"

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Marienburg, No. 53, Amber Avenue, in the living room on the first floor.

Veronica walked around with a headache, and the sound of high-heeled shoes kept ringing: "Vice President Jacob died in battle, but we were wandering around, wasting a lot of time, and such a big thing happened. How to explain to Senator Sophia and Margarita Mentor."

"At least we are not without gains." Ryan was sitting on a chair.

The two people's investigations were not fruitless. I learned from the owner and clerk of the tailor shop that the Aesthetic Society always held regular art salons. It was a closed, internal art salon that only accepted members and great artists.

"It's still useful to investigate the Aesthetic Society? Belt's trace is underground!" Veronica said irritably.

"You are wrong Veronica! If I were Belt, I would never hide underground at this time." Ryan said softly, the death of the demon hunter made him feel very sad: "Don't forget, three thousand The human underground expeditionary force has already set off, and if Belter is in his right mind, he is courting death by hiding underground."

Veronica nodded, believers of the blood god have never been good at hiding and escaping.

"On the ground, under the current situation where the whole city is on alert, there is only one organization capable of providing him with shelter, and that is the Aesthetic Society!" Ryan put the cup heavily on the table: "So everything is back to the Aesthetic Society. body."

"...Mr. Lane, Miss Veronica, I've changed." At this time, Emilia appeared.

The girl put on a standard maid outfit, a white apron decorated with ruffles, a white-collared plain one-piece dress, and black short leather boots.

The normal maid clothes are not the seductive clothes with a little fabric that some people imagined. Emilia has no special decorations except for the bow at the neckline. She is wrapped tightly like a nun, wearing a white headscarf. , tied up her long golden hair.

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

Emilia's original appearance is very beautiful. The girl's appearance is not like that of Garland's witches and sorceresses, with a prominent word. The girl's temperament is more like a clear spring in the mountains, with a pair of clear blue eyes and beautiful Oval face, milky white skin, quiet and weak. Beauty and strength constitute a perfect combination in the girl's body.

The first glance at her won't make people feel amazing, but it makes people feel very comfortable, sweet and clear.

"Let's get started!" Ryan nodded.

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

"Hmm~ Such a handsome Ryan wants to dress up as an artist to attend an art salon? My great knight, are you sure you understand art?" Veronica stood beside Emilia's make-up with great interest. Dressed up by the girl's little hands, Ryan's face gradually changed from a standard handsome Aachen man to a masculine man from the southern country.

"Yes, I'm playing an artist from the southern country, the Kingdom of Liguria." In order not to affect Emilia's movements, Ryan just snorted twice: "Although I don't know art, I know those things well." The dark ♂ art of the hedonism sect, presumably I will be easily mixed into that kind of art salon."

Both Veronica and Emilia could hear the man's off-screen voice, the little maid's face was red, and her hands didn't stop moving, only Veronica said sarcastically: "Oh, I still believe this Yours, after all..."

Speaking of this, the witch's face became even redder. She turned her head away and stopped talking. Only Catherine looked at her mentor curiously, and she seemed to understand a little bit.

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

"Mm~Mr. Ryan always puts... that sword behind his back, and your full name is written on the scabbard." Emilia said softly: "There is also the story of the establishment of that special knight order, It's all written on the scabbard, since Mr. Ryan did this, he must have no intention of hiding it, so I secretly read it during the trip, that...Mr. Ryan won't be offended, right?"

"I always thought that no one in the wilds of Nord could understand Gothic." Ryan complained casually: "It's okay, you live here, it's safe, no one will harm you, and call me directly Ryan will be fine."

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

Dressed up by the girl's little hands, Ryan's disguise was completed.

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

"Within a day, as long as you don't get burned by flames or splashed with corrosive acid on your face, there will be no problem." Emilia said softly.

"Very good!" Ryan took out his black tuxedo and put it on, then flirtatiously inserted a rose on his chest: "It's done, ready to go."

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

"Okay, I'm leaving."

At eight o'clock in the evening, on the outskirts of Marienburg, the Violet Manor of the Aesthetic Society.

Today's Violet Manor is full of guests. Artists from all over the mainland gathered together to participate in the art salon held by the beautiful Aneda Klausner. A large number of citizens and small nobles and small businessmen who did not have the opportunity to enter the salon also attended. Watch around the gate of the manor.

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

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

"That is the famous sculptor Ingres!"

Whoever came, Anida Klausner greeted her at the door in a low-cut green evening gown that did not diminish her beauty even on such a cold winter night: "Welcome Masters."

"Wow! I didn't expect that the great architect Foster also came!" Someone exclaimed: "Wait! Master Foster seems to be bringing a young man with him?!"

"He looks like a southerner!"

"who is he?"

Getting out of the carriage, Master Foster, who is old, has white hair, and walks a little unsteadily, got off the carriage with the help of Ryan. The old gentleman whispered in the young man's ear: "If it wasn't for Schultz I really don’t want to participate in this boring salon with a knight like you who fights all day.”

"Please, Master Foster!" Ryan whispered, with a very respectful attitude.

"Follow me, remember, a qualified artist must never be left alone or thrown away from the conversation." Foster's face is quite wrinkled. An outstanding master of architectural art, he has presided over the renovation of the imperial palace of the human empire many times, and is one of the few authorities in the field of architecture.

"Oh! God! It's Master Foster! You are very welcome!" Anida's eyes lit up: "You are welcome, your presence makes this manor radiant."

"You're welcome." Foster deserved this kind of praise, and the old gentleman just nodded his head as a greeting.

"By the way, who is this?" Anida looked curiously at the young man next to Foster. This young man has short black hair, and what is rare is that his eyeballs are also black. The young man's body very robust.

"Introduce yourself." Foster gestured.

So the young man came forward to greet him politely.

"Hello, President Aneda, my name is Van, Van Darkholme, I am an artist, a performance artist, and I am hired by people to fulfill their fantasies."

"Their dark ♂ deep ♂ fantasies."

The protagonist does not understand art, but he understands philosophy.