Chapter 449 Killing in the Dark Parliament

Without any hesitation or nonsense, the 'turning soul pot' instrument manipulated Kumado's body, holding the dark divine power without a trace of human feelings, and indifferently grabbed Christopher.

Christophe is not a practitioner, but he has lived for many years and met many strong people who wanted his life, but he did not die. On the contrary, many strong people who wanted to kill him died first, so it turned out that this Frankenstein really couldn't be provoked.

It's just that it was not a person who came to trouble him today, but a god, so he no longer had that kind of relaxed and chic feeling in the world, but a solemn and strange cry on his face. The whole right arm suddenly became thickened, enlarged, and the horrible muscles burst out, becoming thicker than the big tree, quite fiercely hitting the thin Kumo. Many.

But it's a pity that this unfavorable huge fist, which injured the ancestor of the blood clan, Sindera, collapsed at the moment he came into contact with Kumodo. The mummified man just raised his finger and pointed it on the smashed fist, and then the fist was worn.

Christoph screamed in pain, but his voice stopped abruptly, because he was choked by a thin hand, and then his body was lifted up.

'Kumado's body is very small and short, but he is lifting the tall and powerful Christopher at this moment, which seems to be effortless. His body is quietly suspended in the air. There is no fluctuation of fighting spirit or magic flashing. It just floats there quietly. It seems that he can do what he wants to do with one idea. What is this strength? It is really a realm that only gods can have.

Cumado brought Christopher in front of his eyes, looked at him carefully, and looked at his body. There is still no human emotion, no appreciation, no joy, only indifference. This is an artifact. Although it has a human body, it is still not human. And it is not a new weapon, but a weapon that has been conscious, but has been lonely and speechless for hundreds of years in order to imprison the dark god. It has long been abnormal and crazy...

"Cough! Er...wait...wait..." Christopher said with difficulty, "You...you know me, you must have Cumado's memory. Our dream of seeking a great cause in the world, if without my help, how can we make progress, you..."

He hadn't finished his words, but he was ruthlessly interrupted by 'Kumado'. But to be precise, it can't be said to be ruthless, because this instrument itself has no emotion. He just said indifferently, "Those are Kumado's dreams, not mine."

"Uh... No... Don't kill me, I'm very useful to you... My invention, my medicine, can bring you countless benefits..." Feeling the increasing power coming from his neck, Christopher pleaded urgently.

"No, your inventions are nothing new. In ancient times, I have seen many talented pharmacists, and your inventions are useless to me. But your body, which happened to succeed with drugs, is very useful to me, so I'm going to accept it.

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Although various races are mixed and there are frequent disputes in the western continent, which cannot be regarded as peaceful, large-scale wars have not happened for many years. But now, the western continent has been calm for many years, but once again, it is really turbulent.

First of all, the largest organization in the Western Continent, the Dark Parliament. The headquarters of the dark parliament located in Asara suddenly welcomed an uninvited guest. He was an extremely ugly weirdo, as thin as a corpse. No one knew how he passed the layers of perimeter of defense and appeared inside the parliament, or this extremely horrible guy himself It is hidden in the dark parliament.

The strange man went straight to the abyss hall where the dark underworld was placed. Since this generation of parliamentary president Erato disappeared for a long time, the symbol of the president of the dark council, the dark supreme underworld 'scepter' has been shelved here. Not everyone in the dark parliament can abide by the rules. Many people have been longing for the 'scepter' that symbolizes supreme ability and power, but greed is one thing, but action is another. No one knows when the dark president Erato, who went to heal, will come back, so these dark strongmen will always maintain their heart and respect until they are sure that he really disappears and dies.

The strange man who went straight to the abyss hall actually ignored the many existences present, stared at the place where the dark underworld was shining, and then walked straight over.

Because of the age, no one can recognize the current dark parliament. The one in front of him is the former dark president hundreds of years ago. Unlike the three holy places in the eastern continent, the Dark Parliament has never erected statues of leaders of past dynasties, so it is actually a very normal phenomenon that people present do not recognize anyone.

Although Kumado has repaired the two indelible wounds that once remained on his body, he is still as thin as a bone, like a dead man and a mummified corpse. Naturally, there is no sense of power or strength in such an image, and his contemptuous behavior undoubtedly aroused the anger of many violent dark strong people present, and then the siege.

The power of the Dark Parliament can be regarded as the most powerful force in the Western Continent. This organization alone has three holy realms, which is very shocking. However, it is a pity that the contemporary president Erato was eaten by his master decades ago, and then the remaining demon Sainz died under the joint attack of Lance and Cindrara. In the end, Christopher, the Frankenstein, was killed by his own god-making plan. By now, the only remaining strong man is the one who used to be the Holy Land, and now has absorbed the divine spirit of the dark god and become the 'Komodo' in the demigod realm.

The existence of the Holy Steps has fallen. At this moment, these strong men in the dark headquarters naturally cannot pose any threat to 'Kumodo'. They moved, and then died, all of them died.

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The Holy Lady of the Temple of Light, who has been hidden and dedicated to practice, finally came to the front desk from behind the scenes and temporarily represented His Majesty the Pope.

Just to show her respect for the Pope and draw her status and boundaries, she did not listen to reports from all sides in the Supreme Divine Court, but only in the council hall of the church. At this moment, the holy and noble woman, wearing a divine crown and a holy robe, is frowning and looking at a report in her hand.

This is the report sent back by the lurking personnel of the western continent. After submitting it to the west coast, it was sent to the temple as soon as possible by the official system of the empire.

"The thin old man carried out the headquarters of the dark parliament, where he started to kill. The strong among the dark members has basically been killed? This..." The saint slowly read the contents of the report and frowned tightly.

In the council hall, there are also many distinguished figures, all of whom are high-level officials in the temple. After receiving the news of His Majesty's death, many strong men and senior officials on duty in other regions of the empire came back at the first time.

"It's really hard to imagine, Bishop, what do you think of this?" The saint suddenly looked at one of the middle-aged men in a red priest's uniform and asked.

The archbishop bowed slightly, saluted the saint, and then said, "Although I don't know who this strange old man is or what force he belongs to, he actually rushed into the headquarters of the dark parliament and was able to kill all the strong people in it. At this moment, it seems that it may be friendly and not enemies. However, it is not a friend. The dark parliament has been greatly traumatized. This matter is also a good thing for us. The Cardinal thought for a moment and then analyzed.