Chapter 448 Playing with fire

Prado has also survived for many years, and with his current dual identity of darkness and light, he is destined to know more than ordinary people. After a long story, he gets depression and silence. After listening to Pilate's crazy plan of the dark parliament, Lance only felt that his chest was overwhelmed by heavy pressure.

Like a child, he calculated with his fingers and found that the only strong man in the human empire now could really handle was himself, the president of the Magician Guild, and the ancestor of the blood clan, Cindra. However, after returning to the Eastern Continent this time, the woman said that she would go back to the previous place to have a look. After that, we haven't met yet, and Lance is not clear in his heart whether she can stand on her side if there is a decisive battle between the East and the West.

Looking at the camp in the western continent, although Sainz has died, and he learned from Pilate that the beast emperor Grom-Hell roar has also died under the sword of the sword of Saint Roland. On the surface, it seems to be a reciprocal situation of the sacred order of the eastern and western continents, two for two, but in fact, it is not at all. That's it. Originally, the light suppressed the dark situation, but because of this incident, it turned into one-sided. Sword Saint Roland and Pope Paul VI of Light are the top of the real sanctuary, and both the new Beast Emperor and Sainz are just new roles of the Holy Order, which is completely different.

"In addition to the current dark president, Erato, perhaps the next thing our eastern continent will face is a really unimaginable hard battle..." Lance narrowed his eyes and exhaled a long breath.

"Oh, I seem to have forgotten to explain something to you. Kumado is not the sword saint Roland. He can fight for his disciples. On the contrary, he wants the lives of his disciples in order to survive.

"What did you say?" Lance's eyes lit up.

"The current dark president, Erato, has not appeared for many years, and he will not appear, because the previous president has swallowed him." Pilate said lightly.

"So, it seems that we still have hope?" Lance's fighting spirit was raised again.

"Don't think too beautiful. You don't know what kind of existence Kumado is after mastering the power of the god of darkness. I have been in the temple for so many years, although I have always had my own persistence in my heart, which is to repay Urat's life-saving grace. He asked me to hide in the temple and die with the Pope at a crucial time, and I promised him. Later, he died. After receiving the order from the dark president, I still followed that request. Do you know why? Pilate suddenly asked.

Lance shook his head to show his puzzlement.

"Because Kumado is a real madman..."

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In a gloomy mountain, a huge building is built, which is a very famous branch of the dark parliament. The leader of the branch is very strong, but he has never made a name in each branch, because everyone knows that the leader of this branch prefers not to make achievements and plot cunning, but all kinds of strange, bloody and crazy experiments.

The leader of the branch is Christopher. No one knows how many years he has lived, but the previous dark president has seen him, Uratto has seen him, and Sainz has also received his suppressed medicine. Many years have passed, and the previous dark president Kumado has come back to life and become the president again. Erato died and Sainz has also died, but Christopher is still carrying out his crazy experiments in the gloomy dark branch, happily and not asking about things outside the window. He lived for many years, has not aged, and his strength has not improved, but some time ago, he just defeated a grand duke of the blood clan, which is another legend of the Dark Parliament.

In the huge laboratory, various drugs emit strange smells and mix together, creating an uncomfortable sense of smell. However, in this laboratory, the man sitting in a white research suit is unaware of it. His eyes are bloodshot, and he has not rested for several days and nights. Although he is a little haggard and tired at this moment, his eyes are full of spirit and excitement.

"Hahahaha! Finally, I refined it successfully. Oh, it's really delicious. I can't wait to taste it. Christopher shook the test tube in his hand and looked at the red ** in the glass tube, full of eagerness.

He took his sleeves up, revealing his ugly forearms with long hair, and then patted the meat hard to make the blood vessels in his hands clearer. Then he took out a needle tube, filled all the ** in the test tube, then plunged it into his skin, showed a look of enjoyment, and began to inject slowly.

No one knows what it is, but with the slow injection of the red**, Christopher's body began to change dramatically. The fluff on his hands became thicker and darker, while his muscles began to thicken at a speed visible to the naked eye, and a trace of muscle mass protrude on his body. The somewhat weak pharmacist seemed to become Hercules in an instant, and all the visible blood vessels on his body became thicker and bigger one by one. Indescribably ferocious and horrible.

After the injection, he suddenly gave a comfortable 'ah', with a happy expression on his face, and then took off his coat, revealing his perfect and strong muscles. He stretched out his hand and stroked his muscles affectionately a few times, looking very satisfied and proud. Then he put on a few shapes to show his muscles again, and his face became more and more satisfied.

When he was posing, his legs stepped on the ground powerfully. On the solid rocky ground, there were several deep pits in the tower. I don't know whether he was satisfied with his muscles or his strength.

"Christopher, you have become young again. I'm curious, when will you die?" An ancient, hoarse and unpleasant sound suddenly sounded in the laboratory, and then a figure slowly penetrated outside the door full of magic inscriptions.

"Hmm?!" Christopher was first surprised that someone could pass through the gate where he had set up layers of defense. Then he breathed a sigh of relief when he heard the familiar voice, and then he was surprised, because he never thought that he could see him here anyway.

Over many years, Christopher has seen that person countless times, but the meeting place is only one place, which is the ground floor of the headquarters of the Dark Parliament. This is the first time that the man has been able to leave and come to other places to talk to himself.

Looking at the man's well-repaired body and the looming noble sign on his head, the Frankenstein laughed wildly. Hahahaha! OK! Well, you old ghost finally left there alive. You have power, but you have been imprisoned. You have been suffering for the past 300 years, haven't you?"

"Well, it's really uncomfortable. That taste makes me crazy and makes me lose my mind. Over the past two thousand years, the changes in the world have been really great. Kumado's eyes were indifferent, his tone was equally indifferent, and he said something that puzzled Christopher.

"What?! You...what did you say?!" Christopher frowned and became alert. He looked at the man's face carefully. Both his appearance and voice were the same as many years ago, but at this moment, he noticed that this person was not Kumado, because his temperament and temperament had completely changed.

"Damn it! Who the hell are you?" Christopher said in a cold voice.

"Me? Ha ha... I'm the god of darkness, Kumado, but I'm even more myself. I'm the 'turning soul pot'." There is no human emotion in Kumado's eyes.

The spirit of the 'turning soul pot'! You actually took Kumado's body!" Christopher was shocked.

"Well, yes, I still need yours now." Cumado nodded seriously, then reached out and grabbed Christopher...