"Leorek, you lunatic! See what you did?!"

After a brief surprise, someone in the audience finally recovered. Even if Leoric still maintains his majesty and aura, he is just a dying old man.

Several holy aristocrats picked up scattered weapons from the ground, stood under the steps, and confronted their former king.

Leoric was standing at the top of the throne steps with his sword, his eyes wide open, glaring at the people in front of him, gritted his teeth and roared: "A group of traitors who have forgotten the favor!"

Sinclair stood behind, frowned at the farce-like scene, turned his face, and winked at his cronies in the crowd.

After a while, someone shouted: "Get rid of this tyrant!"

The echoing voices suddenly came and went.

"Kill this murderer!"

"This guy is just an old man! There is nothing to be afraid of!"

"The radiance of the Father protects the Holy Acropolis!"

Quietly away from these angry mobs, Todd stood in a remote corner and put his gaze on the astrologer beside Leoric, quietly waiting for the follow-up development of the situation.

What made him not disappointed was that the grey-robed astrologer finally moved, only to see the person knocking the oak staff in his hand towards the ground.

Suddenly, countless white silk threads hung from the roof of the main hall, and countless light green balloons fell into the crowd along the silk threads. These spherical objects hit the ground and exploded one after another, emitting a lot of soot-like spores.

"Damn it! What are these?!"

People yelled in panic. Those who were closer to the gate wanted to run out of the weird smoke immediately, but soon they found that their whole body began to be paralyzed, and their legs and feet were not listening.

The large-scale people fell to the ground, unable to move even a little finger, wailing and yelling.

After a few minutes passed, the strong wind outside the hall gradually dissipated the "smoke", and the people lying on the ground finally saw the scene in front of them clearly.

Leoric was holding a sword stained with blood and slowly walked down from the throne. Behind him, five gray-robed men of different heights appeared motionlessly in the hall. The mess.

Someone started calling for help loudly, hoping that the soldiers around could hear the voice and rushed to rescue.

But to their disappointment, the guards near the palace were all driven out of the palace gate, and the palace of the king was too far away. The most troublesome thing is that there is heavy rain outside, thunder and lightning, not to mention the sound of people, even the sound of gongs and drums, it may not be able to spread far.

Leoric, who watched the ugliness of the people with great interest, approached the people who were crawling under his feet, while kicking these nobles who had just failed, while looking around looking for his goal.

After watching for a while, Leoric's eyes suddenly lit up.

He straddled his stumbling body on the ground, turning a deaf ear to the wailing and begging for mercy, and went straight to a young man who desperately wanted to crawl out.

"Matide, my good son, where are you going?" Leoric knelt down, patted the opponent's pale cheeks with the sword, and laughed and said: "You are in this colorful and gorgeous costume. , Even the blind can see it."

The person in the middle of the five gray-robed men whispered to their companions beside him: "Seventeen, go and take Mattide away."

Seeing his son, who was framed by the gray-robed man and taken away from the main hall, Leoric, carrying a sharp sword, began to search the crowd.

After a while, he found Sinclair who was hiding desperately behind a pillar.

Seeing his father walking towards him with a long sword, Sinclair had already lost his usual composure and calmness.

"What do you want to do?! Don't come! Don't come!" Sinclair was immobile, his eyes were full of panic and anxiety, he twisted his neck laboriously, looking for anyone who might save him.

Leoric grabbed his chin, forced him to look at him, and whispered cruelly: "I thought you were my most proud child. In the end, you are my deadliest enemy. "

Large drops of sweat rolled from Sinclair's forehead, and his voice was trembling: "Father, please listen to me explain..."

Leoric didn't even intend to listen to his argument, and gestured towards the man in gray. Soon, Sinclair was also carried on their shoulders and taken away from the main hall.

The headed gray-robed man, the astrologer holding the oak staff, saw that the two princes had been successfully controlled, and said to Leoric: "It's time to leave here."

Leoric shook the blood stains on his sword, shook his head and said, "No, I still have a few accounts to settle."

After saying this, he walked straight to an elderly nobleman, stretched out his leg, and stomped on the face of the nobleman with his vamp, his voice was like the ice that has lasted forever: "Marquis Bakar, My most loyal supporter, an old comrade-in-arms who used to fight with me. I have always regarded you as my most trusted brother, and always thought that you would always stand by my side... What I didn’t expect was that I met during the tour. The assassin that arrived was actually hired by you, and the poison in the meal came from your hand... You disappointed me so much!"

The Marquis Bakar, who was stepped on by Leoric, roared angrily: "I have a whole family that needs to be fed! But you can't always be the king of the Holy Acropolis!"

Leoric shook his head regretfully: "Short-sighted guy."

The long sword was raised high, and then severely chopped down.

Accompanied by the sound of broken bones, the head of the Marquis Bakar separated from the body, and blood spurted from the fracture of the cervical spine, like a spring of the ground, spreading and smudging on the floor.

Leoric bent down, picked up the head of the Marquis from the ground laboriously, looked at the dead eyes, and said softly: "Old man, if time can stay in the past, all time will be just like the past... Then there should be How good..."

Leoric grabbed his head and smiled slightly: "I blame this **** old age~lightnovelpub.net~ can't go back, everything can't go back!"

Leoric laughed and threw his head vigorously into the distance, attracting exclamations and screams from everyone in the hall.

Seeing his head rolling on the ground and falling into the rain outside the temple, Leoric laughed at first, then laughed, and finally laughed wildly with coughing and gasping.

"Traitors! All traitors! There is no good thing!"

The king of the Holy Acropolis raised his sword, his eyes were red, and he looked like crazy, and he began to desperately slaughter the nobles in the temple.

People hoarsely asked for forgiveness and shouted oaths, but these actions did not quell Leoric's madness at all, and instead made him intensified and began to massacre.

The sharp sword pierced the back of people's hearts, cut the fragile throat, and inserted it straight into the brain from the eye socket.

People who had no resistance were deprived of their lives by the sword in the hands of the king one after another.

After killing a dozen people, the weapon in Leoric’s hand became blunt and could no longer be used. He simply put aside the weapon, picked up a sharp sword from the ground at will, and continued this "carnival" ".

The massacre lasted for more than ten minutes, and the entire hall of the King's Palace was buried with blood and dead bodies.

Leoric, who was completely relieved of his strength, fell into a pool of blood with a disheveled hair, his face showed an abnormal flush, and his entire popularity was like a gossamer and his life was hanging by a thread.

The grey-robed man in the lead walked to Leoric's side and looked at the old man whose life was about to come to an end, and asked nonchalantly: "Satisfied?"

Leoric moved his eyes and looked at the chain on the top of the oak staff. His voice was inaudible: "I don't want to die..."

The grey-robed man snorted coldly, squatted down, picked up Leoric, carried him on his shoulders, and walked towards the back door of the hall.

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