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Volume 3 The Great Emperor in Robes Chapter 12 The Young Monarch

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    Augustine struggled to walk out of the still bloodthirsty Winter Crown magic circle, and sat slumped on the edge of St. Carol's tomb. His almost dry heart began to rejuvenate. This was a good sign to be thankful for. The state of separation between soul and body was no longer  It¡¯s uncomfortable, but this long adventure seems to be quite worthwhile at the moment. Six mirror images are imprinted on the ocean of consciousness. Three of them have different degrees of clarity. They are the war maids who collectively fell in Ragnarok. They are Saint Ou  The guards of the Hall of Souls of the Gods fell like a flock of winter birds with broken wings on the ice during the war; a spear of Saint Nukis was left at the bottom of a lake in Camus and inserted into the body of an unknown hero; and finally  Relatively blurry, it is a three-eyed red dragon stone statue that does not inhabit the dragon's nest according to common sense, but is entrenched on the top of the majestic building of the underground city. Its size and divinity can be compared with the Frost Capella that is still soaring in the sky.  Augustine was sure that he had not seen its pattern or introduction in any historical materials before. Augustine could only speculate that he had been with the war maid, the ancient hero who was assassinated by the spear of Saint Nukis, and the red man with an extra eye inlaid on his forehead.  Long had a conversation with him, but the detailed process has been erased from his memory. As for more forgetfulness, it is like a paradox. Augustine may never know in this life that he can come back alive because he has benefited from Saint Urban.  Daoguang Pillar.  As for when the other three mirror images will be unveiled, Augustine can't get an answer. Looking at the Winter Crown in front of him, he feels a little bitter. This is the sequelae. This forbidden magic circle will require continuous blood feedback in the next few years. Once it is terminated,  Life and soul will be forcibly pulled into the unknown plane and become food for some lawful devils and chaotic evil spirits. Augustine smiled and stretched out a slightly trembling arm. Now this kind of trivial matter can no longer cause trouble, isn't it?  Provide blood regularly? It¡¯s an easy thing that doesn¡¯t hurt or itch. Augustine looked down at his left arm with the coat of arms engraved with it. There was golden light flowing in the veins. Because he was influenced by the magic teacher when he was a child, he was left-handed. At that time, as a core  A magical imbecile imprisoned by a M?bius strip has no pious desire to take more steps on the path of magic. He just wants to live a few more years. Many small habits are forced to develop, such as the habit of using bookmarks.  The humble reed leaf and childhood apprenticeship are a history of blood and tears.  Augustine lay on the floor and began to calculate the most tangible reward: the thickness of life made up by the soul. This was also the original intention of starting Winter Crown.  On the Weeping Plains of the Muse Continent, the shaman used his soul as the medium to burn life, he was chopped by the half-orc sword master, and the jerky pulse points were transmitted. The ravines of life were all sewn up, not only filled, but also lifted up like a mountain.  It rises from the ground, deviating from the scope of the imagined reduction of the opening of the hourglass, as if it has been completely replaced by a fixed hourglass with a larger capacity but a smaller opening.  This feeling has an unreal fullness and satisfaction, which is stronger than the release of nuclear weight brought about by Saint Urban's holy descent. It was so hot that the timid Augustine wanted to go to the Temple of the Ancestors to demolish the house. Augustine carried the  He held his arms, clenched his fists, and said: "I'm back alive." Augustine stood up, walked to the corner of the room to put on his clothes, and subconsciously touched his heart that began to beat abnormally, which was almost the "sleep" of the Holy Coffin Knight.  The frequency is too high. The rules followed by Winter Crown are very weird. They do not follow the greatest equality in this plane. It is like throwing a hexahedral dice with an unknown gambler. Augustine's dice is only one, three, five, while the opponent's is two, four, six. Augustine's roll is  Twice, symbolizing the double sacrifice. The latter, who had the initiative, only voted once, which meant reward. Augustine speculated that he probably voted two threes and lost a six. It was Saint Urban.  This kind of luck will never happen again even if it does not follow Miss Russell's so-called opportunity compensation law.  Augustine got dressed, opened the door, and saw the little queen sitting in the corridor leaning against the wall, with a tragic seppuku rabbit stuffed animal under her buttocks. She was reading and finally saw the first page of "Flowers and Blood", which was very interesting for the backward reading.  For her who is reading the book, it is the last page full of regrets. The Loli housekeeper jumped up and circled around him a few times. He was neither fat nor thin, and there was no bloody scene as imagined. The first sentence was full of small emotions.  The lady's resentment: "Augustin, you said you wanted to transfer the Bingou Ode coat of arms to me. When will we go to the Thunder Temple in the wasteland to dig hammers? I have been waiting for you for two years! I even have the shovel ready!  "Augustine pretended to be stupid and said: "I'm sorry, the sacrifice of Winter Crown is part of my memory. I forgot to tell you that I was going to explore the Thunder Temple." He personally founded the family into the Gujima Dynasty and then led the dynasty to decline.  The little queen screamed: "You can forget such an important thing?!" Augustine explained: "The more important the memory, the easier it is to be used as a sacrifice." Miss Elizabeth gritted her teeth and chewed "Flowers and  "Blood", Augustine smiled and said: "I lied to you. In a few years, I will bring a shovel to dig." The two of them went together.In the corridor filled with dead branches of ancient trees of life, one question and one answer.  "How many years can you live now?" "Under normal conditions, you can live to the age of Saint Jerome." "Then can you beat the old arcanist now?" "Of course you can't. And why should I fight with you?  The godfather¡¯s teacher is fighting?¡± ¡°Oh. That means you can¡¯t beat the black sheep now. I still want to pick up the hammer and go find trouble with him.¡± ¡°Please say it again.¡±  ? I mean to return to the Song of Songs after digging the hammer! Immediately, quickly!" "" "Is there a Creed-level assassin?" "No, but it's no longer a luxury.  There is a certain possibility at present. It seems that it is wise to give up the apex of these professions and choose to complete the training. It is conservatively estimated that the Holy Coffin Knight and the Creed Assassin can only achieve one. " "It's good, they can almost keep up.  My steps are now. So what did you see during this trip to hell? Did you see the tallest fallen angel? Did you see the pregnant Titan in the cage? The father of the hammer owner, Odin?  " "If I want to witness these appearances, unless I sacrifice my soul and life, plus be favored by the goddess of fate, and be personally guided by a being similar to Saint Urban, then I have a one in ten thousand chance.  "Then what did you see?" "Maybe it was the influence of Grandpa's last royal staff authorization. I saw the War Maid in the Holy God, plus the half of the Nibelon heart.  An ancient red dragon, its forehead seems to be inlaid with the eyes that Odin took the initiative to cut out. This is just my guess, and there is no basis for it. The two mirror images seem to have no real meaning unless I can find the bones of the War Maid.  Head Dragon, I think it¡¯s better not to disturb its sleep. As for the last cleaned mirror, it¡¯s more practical. Before helping you dig the hammer, you can go to Lake Ferma in the Camu Empire, but it is the largest inland lake.  , the treasure at the bottom of the lake is the Spear of Saint Nukis, a masterpiece of human smelting that pierced the hearts of countless dragons in front of the "Rule of Moses". In the mirror image, this spear is inserted into the bones of a sage, whose identity is unknown. " "War.  Are the waitress's breasts big? " "It's very big." " Then forget about this meaningless mirror image. I'm not interested in anything like the St. Nukis' gun. It's too unsuitable for a lady's status.  " Carrying a Thor's hammer that is about the same height as you does. " " Not true? " " You're lying. " " It sounds like you are sincere.  "You still don't want to help me dig the hammer." "Miss, don't forget that the more than twenty copper coins you bought for the shovel came from my pocket!" "Don't talk about it, Augustine, you are a rich man now.  You need to show the magnanimity of a rich person. Let¡¯s talk about how you ended your wonderful trip in two years. I thought it would take you at least ten years. Oh, I understand, it¡¯s because of her.  .  You are so generous. For her, you are not even willing to bring Nibelung's heart with you in this sacrifice, but you remember so clearly even a few copper coins for me!  " "It's twenty-four copper coins.  " "Am I going to bite you?  " "Then I will definitely kick you.  " "Then take me with you when you go to Huan County.  " "Okay, the premise is that you return my copper plate.  " After the fight, Augustine returned to the study. After bargaining, the Loli housekeeper reduced the twenty-four copper coins by half. He happily returned to the honey bed and prepared to go to the Night Watch headquarters with the miser.  . I accidentally read the last page of the second volume of "Flowers and Blood". It's really a sad thing, but Augustine is back, and the little queen is in a very good mood. Augustine is painting the image of the red dragon in the study.  I want to show it to Ulisse, who has the most mixed knowledge, to see if there are any valuable clues. The magician is a natural copyist. Compared with the group of talented painters who are dazzling in the history of painting, his sketching skills are not inferior.  It's just imagination, but there is no shortage of great painters among magicians. There is a family rich in strange magicians. Among this generation, there is a magician painter who can make countless ladies take off their clothes willingly and be painted. It is said that this solitary man is so lonely.  The magician who refused to enter the Mayan temple said that his paintings could delay the passage of youth. Of course Augustine was skeptical of this legend, but he did not deny that the reason why magic can be so powerful that it can rise to a level equal to theology and higher than philosophy.  It is this labyrinth with almost no exit, which contains immeasurable treasures. The magic success in the battle with the dragon for dominance.?? movement, created the most original Four Palaces of Magic. At the end of that brilliant masterpiece, he still told future generations in the calmest tone: This is the end of the book, but the beginning of your road.  Before Augustine could draw the last dark eyeball of the red dragon, he stopped using the crow pen in his hand, which was best suited for detailed painting. Ulisse slowly walked into the study, looking at his long-lost opponent on the chessboard, half-squinting his eyes, and did not take the initiative to speak.  It was Augustine who first handed over the half-finished drawing and asked: "Look at this dragon for me." Ulisse took the papyrus, thought for a moment, and said hoarsely: "You are missing an eye. The eye originally belonged to someone  Saint-European gods, which means darkness. The dragons originally served as servants of Mount Olympia and were the most direct enemies of the War Maid of Saint-European gods. Most of the surviving dragons did not get what they deserved, but this St. Jung Finnish red dragon  It is an exception. It got its own trophies, but at the same time it was framed by the cunning Olympian gods, and was reduced from the lord of the sky to the guard of the dark city. If the hell nine-headed dog Elbega is the gatekeeper of the underworld, Jung  Finland belongs to the underground city. In our plane where the gods have either fallen or left, it and the other six gatekeepers are the few powerful beings who can have real contact. Augustine, is this your trip to talk to the red dragon? "  Augustine did not answer the question, but took back the drawing and said, "I'm glad I didn't hear too much negative news about you from Elizabeth." The one-eyed strong man smiled frankly and said, "If you come back later, I won't dare.  Guaranteed." Augustine thought for a while and simply gave the drawings directly to the deputy chief.  Was it a peaceful meeting?  Ulisse walked out of the study with the red dragon image, looked down at his hands that were shaking more and more, and sighed: "Sad, the game is out of balance so quickly? If I had known better, I wouldn't have been attracted to chess and stayed in Shi Na Ge.  The future will be difficult. The opponent is already a perfect combination of the younger version of the old man and the sacred spear." After laughing at himself, the one-eyed dragon smiled, "Turing, if you visit Shininge now, can you still leave?  Now he carries the aura of the abyss that can make people feel despair, mixed with too much irritability and chaos, and he can only restrain it. If it were me, I would have wanted to destroy the world. " A man who likes to plant red roses walks in.  On the way to the Garden of Eden, I continued to mutter to myself: "The vitality of the obsidian flower is really extraordinary. It is really a monarch with unlimited growth. Even I have to praise you, Augustine." That day, a car  The golden scale badge carriage drove out of Black Swan Lake and headed to the border of Juan County Province.  Behind him are a group of undead knights shrouded in wide black robes.  The Newborn Order officially declared war on the three major institutions of the Sacramental Ministry for the first time.
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