As a cute new devil, I am super cruel - Chapter 440

The sky was dark and a sad drizzle began to fall.

In the ruins of the broken rice garden, wheat waves fluctuated, stained with frost and ravaged by the cold wind.

In front of a grave piled on a hill, Fei LAN, who looked like an old man, trembled, and his firm face was filled with uncontrollable sadness.

His forehead, affixed to the tombstone, was silent.

“Please cheer up, shenting… Can’t bear the blow anymore.”

In the wheelchair, the old man seemed to doze off, and it was difficult to open his eyelids.

Vitality, like a candle flickering in the wind, goes out at any time.

But for the sake of the divine court, he forced the flame to burn fiercely to avoid poisonous snakes and beasts from extinguishing this weak flame.

“I see.”

Ferran gently stroked the tombstone. His wife prayed for divinity, overdrawn her vitality, and finally died at the end of her life.

Daughter kana, also cursed by the black magician, left first, bringing great pain to her parents.

He hates

The second daughter, who hated the ruthlessness of fate, was kind-hearted and helped thousands of people, died one after another!

Hate the enemy too insidious, in his secret promotion extraordinary failure, suddenly started, let him regret the beginning!

More hate their own breakthrough failure, lucky to get a life, no strength to protect their families!

“In three days, I will set foot on the golden road.”

Ferran restrained his emotions, and he stood up with a hidden edge in his eyes.

What’s more, there was a great momentum of fighting spirit, killing the enemy into a river of blood.

This is a feud!

“It’s too urgent. The next batch of materials for the eastern parliament has not been delivered yet. Why not postpone it for a few days and make preparations.”

The old bishop suggested that the sound was like mosquitoes and flies, but it was still heard by Ferran.

“If you divulge the information about my failure to break through, there will be traitors in the divine court. The most important thing is to break through as soon as possible before the principality reacts.”

“Don’t worry, in activating the extraordinary fire, I predicted my failure, so I reserved a large number of resources. These are enough.”

Fei LAN took a nostalgic look at the tombstone and hid it in the harvest rice garden.

He suddenly turned around, looked at the gray sky, grabbed it with his empty hand, and his eyes were like a sword, like tearing the sky!

When the old Bishop’s body was stiff, he felt that Phelan was carrying a spirit that shocked him.

He suddenly opened his eyes. His old eyes were gray, but vaguely reflected the vision of a golden giant holding a divine sword and killing the enemy’s blood in the sky.

Dark clouds recede and disperse, and rosy clouds cover the sky.

This night, a monster was born.

……

“The Oracle, in you, will really exert the real power of the oracle.”

“I have a secret art of prophecy used by the Oracle, which has not yet been named. It is only once in a person’s life. I dreamed that in the last war, the Oracle will have unprecedented power, and even the means of the gods can be predicted. At that time, you can take advantage of the spring and autumn trend to complete the great plan of the divine court!”

“But the rolling time and turbulent flow involve the key World War I hundreds of years later. That’s the only point I can help you. I’m sorry.”

On the hospital bed, the thin old man wrapped in a quilt was shivering in the snow night.

The handsome man who looked after him was tall, blonde and blue eyed.

“Yes, father.”

Ferran shook his hands. He was always calm, and his mood fluctuated a little.

He added fire to the fireplace, lit gold grade wood, distributed warmth and dissipated the cold, but the old man was so weak that he couldn’t even open his eyes.

The old man insisted on his last strength. In his hand, a volume of newly created secrets was transformed into a roll of pale gold parchment.

Ferran respectfully took the parchment and put the old man’s hand into the quilt.

But when he looked up, he saw the old bishop lying quietly on the bed, his eyes closed, his face indifferent, but the corners of his mouth seemed to smile.

Ferran was stunned, and there was a trance at the bottom of his eyes.

The leader of the harvest God’s court has been in charge of the God’s court for 300 years and has shouldered great responsibilities. Even the three principalities dare not force too much.

He left calmly.

Completed their mission, put down the heavy burden on their shoulders, and passed the torch to the next generation.

His injury was very serious, leaving a trace of power at the holy land level. He just deliberately concealed it. After there was no hope of treatment, he let it penetrate the flesh and let Fei LAN study the dark magic.

He is thinking about the big picture.

After all, after his fall, the three principalities must have an attack on the shenting.

If the new generation of bishops don’t have the ability and can’t produce strong combat power, don’t blame them for their ruthless efforts to divide up the legacy of the divine court.

Personal power is above one power, and the so-called hidden rules between powers are broken and re formulated by the strong.

Knowing that his injury was serious and incurable, he used his last strength in the last period of time and painstakingly created the secret art of prediction to escort the development of shenting in the future.

Ferran stopped and remained silent in front of the old Bishop’s bed for a long time.

Finally, he opened his mouth and said softly in a hoarse voice, “father, this move can create your own advantage and have the shadow of the sword of victory. I will name it — spring and autumn dream for you.”

“Your contribution, my Lord will always remember…”

……

Ferran was immersed in memories.

Young, young, middle-aged, old

After all, he stepped into the extraordinary.

He walked step by step, walking in the memories of rolling time

Years passed, and the young tip blue grew up step by step with his steps, and led the divine court to grow secretly step by step.

Starting from the spring and autumn dream, we will gradually establish a mature combat system. When we read the spring and autumn, grass and trees will become soldiers, and the spring and autumn will become

Stepping into the field of black magic, pretending to be a black magician and torturing the descendants of the murderer who killed his wife and daughter – the shepherd, a family of hundreds of people, old and young, killed everywhere into a river. Their bones and flesh were thrown into the livestock market, eaten by tens of thousands of people, and their skin was refined into a scarecrow. They tortured their souls day and night and didn’t want to live.

He also practiced spiritual magic and laid a hindhand. The golden rice garden became the common wealth of the north. The golden rice contained mystery. It flowed through the north and was enjoyed by the upper class for 500 years, hiding a stealth bomb.

He planned to find the future high priest and accept him as an adoptive daughter under the guidance of the oracle.

Adultery with the demon family, support the Promethean family, use resurrection as the bait, alliance with various forces and provoke war.

When the war broke out, the sense of existence was reduced, the magic tower was built step by step, and the disguised identity walked in the north with all means.

All kinds of hardships and hardships, he took steady steps, calculated step by step, and sought to seize the future.

Suddenly, Ferran stopped.

At the end of the Golden Avenue, he was alone and filled with melancholy.

In front of me is a mirror.

In the mirror, it was himself.

No

He looked blankly at the “Fei Lan” in front of him, and the latter had a smile on his mouth.

“You can finally see me.”

Fei Lan was stunned and immediately realized something.

Their figures dispersed, leaving only a figure blooming in the golden glow.

I am one!