Chapitre 188: Chapter 98 Assassination of Matthew
A middle-aged man emerged high in the air and gradually dropped towards this side.
Flaveros' mage, Ankh Gainera.
The pursuers all stopped moving and bent down as Jesus appeared.
"tt…."
Mattapju, who had collapsed to the ground, gazed around at his pursuers before shifting his focus to Serun.
"I was expecting a rat, but I didn't realise it was four years old, Serun."
He took a step back and stared down at her with a tiny bend on his spine.
"Where do you come from?" Calderic? Surely it was sent by the Overlord?"
Serun wore a glum expression on her face.
But when the master walked out so swiftly, it was all over. Any more wailing was in useless.
'body······.'
His body couldn't move, and his magic didn't respond at all, no matter what sort of magic he had cast.
The only option left to her was quiet, as self-determination had become impossible.
Matapju frowned at her and curled the corners of his mouth.
"I'm intrigued as to what the overlord is thinking. He even said he'd deal with me like Kwon Seong?"
"············".
"No. No matter how much the overlord tries, he'll never be able to get that far, quibble. It appears that the material has already been supplied, but that is irrelevant."
Ma Thapju smiled as he reached out his hand and gripped her chin, lifting her up.
"However, if it was sent by the overlord, opening your lips would be impossible." Let's utilise the four years as a material for experimentation. Therefore, don't plan on dying gently."
The experiment's substance.
Serun, who understood the significance of those words better than anybody else, was overcome with sadness.
That was the time when Matapju, who had been mocked yet again, was going to issue instructions to the pursuit.
"···········?"
He raised his head in response to the faint sound of thumping coming from afar. and furrowed his brow.
For something dark and massive was soaring over the night sky in this direction.
'What do you mean, Black Wyvern?'
Something fell from the Wyvern, which had soared into the air over his head at breakneck speed.
Matapju, Serun, and the pursuers all focused their attention on that one object. There was no one else.
Shoo!
It went down and then vanished halfway through, only to reappear on the ground as if transported.
His actual identity is that of a young male human.
An anonymous man emerged out of nowhere and peered at the two of them. In the dim light, his golden eyes glittered.
"······································································!
Serun's eyes were ripped and wide open as he saw the man's face, and the master's face gradually became tinted with shock and incredulity.
In amazement, he mumbled.
....... The monarch
État de l’alimentation hebdomadaire
-- Classement
Power Stone 
-- Power
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