Chapter 489 The White Scaled Dragon!

  The person in charge of Wangcheng of the History and Ceremony Association retreated tens of meters in an instant, and returned to the members of his own association.

The Priestess of the Stars Sect headed by Blaise the Silver Dragon Witch, the Sisters of the Moon Church headed by the Head Servant of Thelma, the Hailing Group, and the Madman School all frowned and stared at the pained Eberha Germany.

In the end what happened?

  Most of them couldn’t see the clues, obviously Jack Speight didn’t even touch him, but Eberhard screamed at the same time as Houston as if he had a sudden illness.

   "Damn it...Damn it! It's a damage-linked mythical power!"

  Eberhard never expected that he would be recruited quietly, and in front of so many strong men of the same level, he would suffer a dull loss from a newly promoted saint.

  He stood up slowly, looking at his chest in horror.

  Four symmetrical, fist-sized holes are in sight!

   It's like... being bitten by a giant snake!

   But this is not the root cause of everyone's solemnity, but the blood that flowed from the wound has already congealed, occupied by white crystals as bright as diamonds, and it is still spreading at a speed visible to the naked eye!

   It seems to cover Eberhard's entire body!

   "This is myth pollution?!"

   Silver Dragon Witch Blaze said in surprise.

   Immediately He shook his head again, denying himself.

   "Impossible... Eberhard is also a Sequence Four Saint, and his own mysterious resistance is extremely strong, and the power of the same level cannot do this!"

   "It is a living tissue that contains a high concentration of energy..."

  Beside the knowledgeable old man of the Madman School, Hernandez spoke in a deep voice, expressing his opinion.

   "Scholar Hernandez, what do you recognize?"

   Blaise asked with a frown.

  The other high-ranking people cast their gazes one after another.

  However, the thin old man shook his head and sighed.

   "I haven't seen it...but this kind of crystal is quite terrifying. Such a degree of erosiveness is unheard of. Once it is contaminated, it will probably be extremely difficult to deal with."

  Hearing his evaluation, all the high-ranking people present took a deep breath, and their eyes on the young man in black hat instantly became more cautious.

  If at the beginning, they were only slightly surprised by this newly promoted young saint, then with the defeat of Houston, it became a real surprise. Now, seeing Eberhard's tragic situation, they even felt a sense of absurdity in their hearts.

   If it is not necessary, I really don’t want to fight against it...

   Hush!

  Eberhard's face was extremely gloomy.

  The surrounding space resounded with the sound of flipping pages, and the outline of His body was like a grotesque phantom that was drawn away, constantly retracing.

   Hum!

  When the outline returned again, Eberhard seemed to find himself more than ten minutes ago, overlapping with the state at that time.

However…

   Eberhard's pupils shrank sharply.

   The four teeth marks on His chest disappeared, but the beautiful and gorgeous white crystals, like the handprints of the **** of death, had already covered His chest!

   "Eberhard is probably in big trouble."

   Hernandez adjusted his glasses and said in a deep voice.

  Even if the old man didn't say it, all the high-ranking people could see it.

  Eberhard tried his best, and the power of myth was overflowing, but those white crystals were still like tarsus maggots, constantly "reproducing and spreading". They seem to have devoured Eberhard's strength, making them stronger, but looking at his face, they became paler.

  Patterpatta...

   A burst of slow and rhythmic footsteps came.

   Everyone turned their heads and saw that the young man in the black hat had returned to his original image, walking over with a silver cane.

   With a smile on his face, he took off his hat and bowed his head to everyone, saying hello, and then he looked at Eberhard slowly, and said lightly:

   "The relationship between me and Houston is a personal grievance. It can also be said to be a contradiction within the Generous Council. Outsiders have no right to intervene... Sorry, President Eberhard, I didn't expect it to affect you."

  Looking at Eberhard's weak appearance, Chen Lun had a clear understanding of the strength of the "crystal cells" in his heart, and felt particularly comfortable.

Relying on his own mythical creature characteristic "Man of Destiny", Eberhard was powerless to fight against the mysterious weight, and was immediately implicated by [Mythical Magic: Common Reaction] and parasitized by "Crystal Cells" .

   But he didn't want to make things big, so he stretched out a hand towards Eberhard.

  The latter raised his head with difficulty, the expression on his face changed, and finally squeezed out a smile and shook hands with Chen Lun.

   "I should be the one to say sorry, Your Majesty Jack Speight."

   "It's okay, the matter has been resolved, isn't it?"

  Chen Lun chuckled lightly.

   Eberhard wanted to nod, but he found that his neck became extremely stiff, and there was a terrible clicking sound under the force.

   "When...of course."

   He spoke with difficulty.

  Chen Lun gave the chairman a meaningful look.

  味味呵…

  The sound of a snake spitting out a message quietly rose, and the white crystals all over Eberhard's body began to shrink until they disappeared.

   Seeing this, Eberhard heaved a sigh of relief, and deep fear flashed in his eyes.

  This guy, how many things are he hiding...

   Let go of his hand, Chen Lun took the time to look at the prompt that popped up on the panel before, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

  【Kill Houston, the Consul of the Generous Parliament (right body)! Get 200W experience points, 1 point of blessing and 20 points of regional popularity! 】

  【Accumulated 188 points of regional popularity! Gain 1 point of epic popularity again! (Current epic popularity: 6 points)]

[Influence of the Epic Singing Event: The news that you killed the conspiracy saint Houston in a solo battle will gradually spread to all parts of the Cuisul Empire centered on the Wangcheng area-the new saint "White Scaled Dragon" Jack Speight's name will resound in the mysterious field! 】

  ‘Unfortunately, Houston’s corpse was shredded by the ‘String of Sorrow’, and the remnants were decomposed into five high-level conspiracy substances...’

  Chen Lun secretly shook his head.

  ‘I remember that I killed three incarnations of the saints of the Rotov family before, and took three copies... Now there are eight copies in total, and they will all be handed over to the speaker at that time. '

   No matter how I said that I killed my colleagues in the Senate, when the Speaker and the others come back, I have to explain something to make sense.

  Chen Lun pinched his temples with a headache.

  *

  *

  *

  Kingcheng Tourmaline Kloster.

  Sun Palace, the Royal Council Hall.

  At this moment, the huge conference table was empty. Except for the prince Dazlet sitting in the main seat, there were only a few presiding judges of the Imperial Jury sitting on the left hand side. On the right are the three Sun Church archbishops headed by Terrence, who also remained silent with stern faces.

  The rest of the seats are empty.

   The scene was dead silent for a while, even a little embarrassing.

  The chief executive, Babaye, was standing aside, wiping away his cold sweat. He glanced at the gate from time to time, but always looked back in disappointment.

  Prince Dazlet's face was expressionless, but anger seemed to show in his eyes. He knocked on the table and asked in a deep voice:

   "Babaye, I want to know why no one from the Church of the Seven Gods came except Terrence crowning them... Is this putting pressure on me?!"

   "Absolutely not! Your Highness!"

   Babaye hurriedly approached, bent down and comforted him.

   "Perhaps something happened. The senior members of the church were delayed on the way... How about I go and have a look?"

  The prince took a deep breath and was about to speak when the door of the conference hall was slowly pushed open.

  The senior leaders of the Church of the Seven Gods remained silent and walked in one after another, as if they had made an appointment. The situation was quite strange.

  The prince squinted at this scene and sneered.

  Only the presiding judge McCawlane and Archbishop Terrence seemed to have noticed something. They glanced at the young man in the black hat walking alone in the crowd, showing a thoughtful expression.

  After everyone was seated, the prince glanced around and asked slowly:

   "Everyone, can you explain to me that you were late for nearly 20 minutes together? Now you come to the meeting at the same time?"

   "..."

  No one in the room spoke.

  Prince Dazlet noticed the indifferent stares from the Church of the Stars and the Church of the Moon, and there were faint veins on his forehead.

  He turned his head and looked at the seat of the History and Ritual Association.

   "President Eberhard, tell me something?"

"Um…"

  Eberhard stopped turning his pen and pondered.

  He glanced at the young man in the black hat on the other side of the conference table calmly, coughed and said:

   "Your Highness, there was a little accident on the road."

   Dazlat was silent for a few seconds.

   "What little accident?"

   "The Houston Consul of the Generous Council... had a conflict with the Jack Speight Consul, and they fought in the spirit world."

   Eberhard said in a deep voice.

  The prince frowned, only then did he notice that Jack was sitting alone on the seat of the Council of Generosity, while Houston was nowhere to be seen.

  He took a deep breath, his eyes full of confusion.

   "The two fight against each other?"

  A high-ranking person and a mid-sequence extraordinary person, what is there to fight against?

  Even if Jack is strong enough to defeat the incarnation of the saint, Houston is not the only incarnation present... It’s fine if Jack hasn’t been severely taught, but now he’s sitting there like a normal person? !

"say clearly!"

  The prince said impatiently.

   Eberhard sighed.

   "The Houston Archon is dead."

"Um?!"

  The prince's eyes widened suddenly and he froze.

  Even the presiding judges on the side and Terrence from the Church of the Sun and others all showed surprised expressions.

   "What did you say...Houston is dead?!"

  The prince frowned even deeper.

  Eberhard nodded slightly, and said cautiously:

   "Her Majesty Jack beat the Houston Consul to death on the spot..."

   "?!"

  The prince suddenly stood up.

  The high-back chair rubbed against the ground, making a sharp sound.

  The faces of the presiding judges, Terrence and other Sun Archbishops suddenly changed slightly, because they heard Eberhard's honorifics, and they called Jack Speight... Your Majesty? !

   "You got promoted? Jack?"

  The prince said in surprise.

   "Yes, Your Highness."

  Chen Lun also took off his hat, stood up slowly, and said with a smile.

   "Now I am in charge of the Generous Council to participate in your meeting."

   Ladies and gentlemen, fortunately, the manuscript has been rushed out, woo woo

   Can you come with two tickets to encourage and encourage, hehe

  

  

  (end of this chapter)