MTL - The Roots of Manga-v3 Chapter 292 die

Chapter 292 Die

In a corner of New York, an old and tired man sat on the ground, took out a cigarette from his pocket with trembling hands, put it in his mouth, took out a lighter and lit it. He took a deep breath, inhaled the smoke into his lungs, and then slowly exhaled a thick puff of smoke.

Watching the blue smoke slowly dissipate, he closed his eyes a little sleepily.

Not long after, the sound of footsteps came slowly.

The old man opened his eyes and saw that elegant figure.

"Li'an... Grand Duke Syl."

The old man said lazily, then took another puff of cigarette, and exhaled slowly, with an expression of not paying much attention to the arrival of the leader of the exorcist.

Grand Duke Syl said softly: "Mr. Messenger, I am really disappointed to see you again. Why, are you desperate? If I were you, I would not continue to smoke that stuffed cigarette. "

"You are always so elegant, but what else can I do? Your Excellency, Grand Duke Syl, the carnival of ambitious people like you will come soon, and no one will hinder you. Leviathan, the evil one The Orderer will soon return to heaven, neither heaven nor **** will welcome him, he will usher in a complete death."

The messenger of the epidemic medical organization, Ke Moore, the person who brought Duke Syl to New York, finally revealed his true colors.

It's just that at this time, he looks a little decadent.

Grand Duke Syl raised his eyebrows slightly, and sighed: "Is that so... It's really an unexpected result, which saves me from doing it myself. But you are really a competent person, are you paying attention to the situation over there all the time? ?”

"Because of this, I confirmed my failure. I have to say, just like I have full confidence in the epidemic doctor, although Alfred is full of hatred for Leviathan, it does not prevent him from trusting Leviathan." Vitan, after failing to assassinate Leviathan, he began to counterattack. Now the epidemic doctor has been completely controlled by Alfred. Assassin's assassins are indeed not something the remnants of our era can deal with. "

But Moore lamented, bit his head tiredly, smoked the cigarette in one breath, threw it away, enjoyed the smoke boiling in his lungs, and then exhaled a long puff of smoke.

"I'm a little tired. What are you looking for me for? Dear Grand Duke Syl."

There was a hint of fierceness in Ke Moore's eyes, and finally showed a trace of the aura of the former epidemic doctor organization and the second person in power under the epidemic doctor.

Grand Duke Syl understood that although the person in front of him looked more mournful than heartbroken, like a wandering lone wolf, it also meant that he didn't care about everything. If he just disturbed his rest needlessly, then he I don't mind taking a bite out of my own flesh.

Grand Duke Syl understood this matter very well, but he didn't have the time to come here to provoke such troubles.

"Ke Moore, there is one thing I need to tell you. Although the epidemic doctor is dead, it does not mean that the power of the epidemic doctor has disappeared. I need your help."

Grand Duke Syl said solemnly.

But Moore's eyes became fierce, and he slowly stood up against the wall.

"What do you want?"

But Moore's old face became serious, and his body was no longer slack. Grand Duke Syl knew that he would be attacked by this seemingly decadent man the next moment. His speech speed was a little faster, but he was still calm Said: "I need the ghost lamp, the blood clan's thirteen sacred artifacts, you know why I want it."

"How do you know about it?"

Ke Moore looked very serious.

At this time, another footstep came, it was a beautiful woman, she chuckled lightly, "Because I told him."

"Thirteen sacred artifacts, puppet? Are you... Dracula?"

Ke Moore's expression trembled a little, as if he didn't know what to express.

The woman let out a weird laugh, and said, "Are you really smart...or should I say sharp? You can even detect my breath."

"That's because you have no cover, you have a puppet that can transform into anyone, and you can perfectly imitate anyone's breath." Ke Moore looked complicated, and finally said: "But since it is you, no matter from which aspect , I will obey you, the blood king of the perishing blood clan, Your Excellency Dracula."

The puppet chuckled: "In that case, I'll go first."

The puppet disappeared instantly, as if it had never appeared.

But Moore was silent for a while, took out a delicate little lamp from his pocket, and threw it to Grand Duke Syl. After catching it, Grand Duke Syl smiled, bent slightly, and said in a London accent with elegance: "Thank you, Messenger, for your gift."

Then he turned and walked away.

Ke Moore watched him leave, and suddenly sneered, "Ridiculous, Dracula?"

From the wall next to him, a pale figure slowly emerged, wondering: "Since Dracula is not controlling that puppet, why did you give the ghost lamp to the leader of the exorcist?"

"Because I can't resist him, and even if I resist, I can't avoid the fact that the ghost lamp fell into his hands. Just give it to him, and what he wants to do may be beneficial to us."

But Moore sighed helplessly, but the depression in his expression disappeared.

"Oh? It's really complicated. Compared with this, I want to know what it's like to be constipated."

The pale figure has human-like facial features, but the pure white gelatinous body lets people know that he is not a pure-bred human being, at least he has something to do with mutation.

But Moore covered his head with his hands, and then said helplessly: "Stop thinking about such useless things~www.novelbuddy.com~ Let's go. We still have to find news about that family."

The pale man turned into a liquid that enveloped him before disappearing into the earth.

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Grand Duke Syl walked down the street, looked at the quiet sky, and the mystics, demons, and aliens who fell on the roadside, and suddenly felt some unreality in his heart, and it was over, the war...

He pressed his hand on a demon's head, and the black flames burned up, quickly burning the demon to death.

Feeling the growing strength in his body, he twitched the corner of his mouth.

Now she has completely transformed.

He sacrificed the remains and living bodies of countless demons, as well as many blood races. It can be said that he was the biggest beneficiary of this war, and his strength was greatly improved with almost no effort.

He came to the top of the Stark Tower, looked at an elegant old man with fighting power next to the space gem, and said helplessly, "Why did you meet me?"

"I feel that if I deal with you, it will be easier."

The old man was wearing a black suit, his silver hair was combed back, and he was playing with a jackknife in his hand.

He and Grand Duke Syl looked at each other, and there seemed to be only plainness and memories in his eyes.

Grand Duke Syl sighed, and without a sound, a raging flame burned on his body.

"Ange, die!"

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