Wizard of All Souls

When people are hesitating.

King Gaya stomped his feet and roared angrily: "Aren't you going? I'm going! Can't I go by myself!"

King Gaya never thought he would have such a day.

To be so humiliated and threatened in front of one's own country, one's own palace, one's own room.

At the same time, the determination in his heart became heavier.

Even if the Louis family is destroyed and the Cairo Empire is in turmoil, he must teach Will a lesson!

Let Will regret doing things so mercilessly!

"Your Majesty, where are you going?" Durr stopped King Gaya.

"This is my territory, do I need to inform you where I want to go?" King Gaya exuded a terrifying magic power.

The magic vortex swirled and danced around him.

The stone slabs under their feet cracked harshly.

The gust of wind surged and roared in response to the magic power, and the ordinary followers who had no cultivation level were almost unable to stand still.

"Why are you doing this?" Dole's body ignited a white light.

One is the king of the Lewis family.

One is the Duke of the Baligu family.

Both of them are third-class apprentices, and they are the best among them.

A bloodline talent known as the easiest to perform miracles - the light of judgment.

One possesses what is said to be the most powerful bloodline talent - Jiuling Yuange.

In the collision between the two, who will win?

After all, this is the territory of the Louis family.

After all, the opponent is His Majesty the King of the Cairo Empire.

Too much pressure is not good either.

Another reason is that in a real fight, King Gaya in his own territory is probably stronger than him.

Thinking of this, Duke Dur took a step back, and the white light on his body gradually dissipated, "Your Majesty, there is no need to be violent."

"snort."

King Gaya snorted coldly, and the magic power surging around him dissipated.

Duke Dull took out a letter from his pocket, "This is a letter from Sir Will. If you still insist on leaving after reading it, I have nothing to say."

"Bring it!"

King Gaya snatched the letter at once.

Tear it apart without hesitation.

There was only a piece of paper in the envelope, which said: "I heard that your majesty is not in good health, please rest more."

"Um?"

He found that every word actually exuded a golden light.

"this is?"

His expression changed suddenly, his hands trembled, and he wanted to throw away the letter, but it was a pity that he was a step too late.

Every word turned into a golden light and flew out, piercing into his mind, breaking straight into his spiritual space.

"Boom boom boom..."

The golden light exploded in the spiritual space.

The entire mental space shook violently, and terrifying cracks appeared one after another.

The turbulent flow of mental power caused the rift to expand again.

King Gaya's face turned extremely pale in an instant.

Bright red blood spilled from the nose, eyes, ears and other places.

Mental scars are the hardest to heal.

Even if he had all kinds of expensive potions, the injuries he suffered now would require thirty years of recuperation before he could recover.

There is a high probability that there will be sequelae that cannot be eliminated.

The question is can he live another thirty years?

"How dare he?"

When he read the letter again, there was nothing on the paper, just a vast expanse of whiteness, it was a blank piece of paper.

The words just now were written with spiritual power.

"Your Majesty, do you still want to go out now?" Duke Dur's body once again ignited a white light.

This time, the mentally traumatized King Gaja could not be Duer's opponent.

Rather, it will never be Toure's opponent.

"you……"

What else can he say?

He could only flee back into the room in desperation.

Even though the door was closed, he could still hear the sound of funeral rehearsals outside.

Day and night.

Meals provided for three meals, only empty plates.

He was seriously injured, even after drinking the potion in the room, he was still so angry that he vomited blood again and again.

"Wait, then."

"You will regret it."

...

two days later.

The long-awaited news finally arrived.

"Haha, hahaha, it's finally here. I've been waiting for this moment for too long!"

In just two days, in his mind, it seemed like twenty years had passed.

Taking advantage of the night.

When everyone is not paying attention, get ready to stand behind.

Quietly walked into the secret passage only he knew.

Appearance, bloodlines, fingerprints, code words... One step after another, there must be no mistakes in one step, otherwise even he himself will be trapped to death in the secret path.

This secret passage is so secret and safe.

In a dark passage.

When they came to the agreed place, a figure stood in the shadows.

King Gaya quickened his pace excitedly, "Have you received a reply? What did Master Fuergao Sorcerer say?..."

As he spoke and walked, the excited expression on King Gaya's face gradually dissipated.

Something is wrong.

The opponent's aura is obviously not the dark guard.

And why does it feel so familiar?

Because the surrounding light is not so good, I look down on the other person's appearance for a while.

When approached.

"It's you!"

King Gaya spat out a mouthful of old blood.

The opponent is not a dark guard.

It's the Duke of Durbarigou!

Will's lackey!

For the past few days, he has been hanging around him, trying every means to provoke him, the person he hates so much!

Why is the other party here?

This is the secret passage of the Louis family, even if you know it, you can't get in theoretically, right?

What about the dark guard?

News got out?

"Your Majesty, your subordinate was accidentally hit by an arrow in his knee and cannot come. Let me deliver the news to you on his behalf." Duke Duer's face was gloomy. , no matter what he does, he will do his best."

"besides."

Duke Tour threw a box at the feet of King Gaya, "His Royal Highness Prince Charles was accidentally injured by a wild boar and was dying yesterday. His greatest regret is that he failed to see you before he died."

"Why, how come?"

King Gaya's knees softened, and he knelt in front of the box, looking at the box in disbelief.

With trembling hands, he stretched out towards the box.

"Crack."

The box opened slowly, and the face inside was so familiar.

With those dilated pupils and distorted face, we can know how terrified and unwilling Prince Charles was before he died.

"How can you...how can...how..."

King Gaya suddenly raised his head, his bloodshot pupils stared at Dole in hatred and roared.

"Accidents always come suddenly, which surprises people, isn't it?" Duke Dur's face remained unchanged. "If you continue like this, the next accident will happen, I don't know when it will happen."

"He is my son, my favorite son, the best son..." King Gaya clenched his fists tightly, blood vessels all over his body burst out, looking desperate.

Duke Dur was unmoved.

Duke Dule stared at King Gaya coldly, "Remember, in this era, the famous Will Albert."

After speaking, Dole stepped back.

The figure disappeared completely in the darkness.

"Wow-"

In the empty secret room, only King Gaya's hoarse roar echoed.