Chapter 116, The Crisis of the Dark Elves

The Griffon's real silver holy sword slashed at Ryan's head with thunderous force. .. !

The Goddess of Vengeance was burning with a white flame, Ryan held the hilt tightly, the bright silver blade exuded light blue light, huge spiritual energy was injected into the holy sword, and it exploded The energy of 'sex' moved Duke Griffin: "Is this your strongest blow?"

Ryan didn't answer, he took a step, the Goddess of Vengeance was connected with him by blood, he could feel the excitement of the holy sword, it was eager to fight side by side with him!

The power of the godfather is wrapped in the cold winter wind and impacts on the heart of the godson, and the will of the godson resists the power of the godfather like steel.

The holy sword waved, Ryan met Ivan's sharp gaze, and the Goddess of Vengeance greeted the Griffin's real silver holy sword head-on.

The sword blades intersected, and for an instant, the Amber Avenue was as bright as day.

Anton was 'forced' back again and again by the dazzling light, and the eldest son of the Duke of Griffin had to cover his eyes with his hands.

"Boom!!!" The violent explosion shattered the place where Ryan and Ivan were fighting, and large pieces of rubble flew up all over the sky. The loud noise woke up many nobles who had already slept soundly.

A figure flew upside down from the heart of the light source. He landed on one knee, his face was pale, and a trace of bright red flowed from the corner of his mouth. He was holding the right hand of the goddess of revenge. From the coat to the inner sleeve, everything turned into fly ash, completely Showing his strong arms, he took several steps back, and then stood up without saying a word. The flames burning by the goddess of revenge weakened slightly, but the light emitted by the blade became more and more shining.

It's Ryan! The Primarch stood proudly, looking into the depths of the light source.

The smoke and light gradually disappeared, and Ivan's figure gradually appeared. The Griffin Duke of Sanctuary Step walked out intact. He raised his right hand, and the glove of his right hand gradually fell off under Anton's surprised eyes, and then turned into ashes.

Ivan stared at his godson intently, as if he wanted to get to know him again.

After a long time, Ivan let out a long sigh, and he put away the real silver holy sword of the griffin: "Sure enough, the wings are hard, and I want to fly by myself."

"I don't know if the brat's strength can be recognized by you?" Ryan also put away the Goddess of Vengeance. His internal organs have received a lot of shock just now, but as a Primarch, his resilience is amazing. On the surface It doesn't matter if it doesn't come out.

"Your strength is already stronger than the average Holy Grail knight. No wonder... no wonder you have such thoughts." Ivan looked serious, and he looked at Ryan silently for a while, and then sighed: "You better Find a time to explain it to your adoptive father, and I can't control you anymore."

"Okay, I see, Ivan, Anton, good night!" Knowing that he had won the approval of the godfather, Ryan took the initiative to say good night to Ivan and Anton, and then left alone in another direction.

The bright moonlight fell on the streets of Amber Avenue. Ivan watched Ryan's leaving back and stood there without saying a word.

Another eaglet flew away from under his wings.

His wings are safe and warm, but they are not a kind of bondage. Where will this little eagle named Ryan fly in the future? Will his colossal ambition bring him untold glory...or miserable destruction?

no one knows.

"Lian's growth rate is beyond my imagination, father." Anton broke the silence, and the always confident Earl of Griffin suddenly showed some frustration: "I always thought I was good enough until I met Lane."

"The existence of Ryan is a different kind. I really rarely see such an outstanding young man like him." The Duke of Griffin nodded, and then looked at his eldest son: "The empire has Kaldor, Nord has Ryan, Britannia has Julius,

These few powerful young men will lead mankind to move forward. It is only because of the excellent backgrounds of Kaldor and Julius that Ryan, as the adopted son of a Nord bumpkin, is so outstanding, it is indeed beyond my imagination. Anton, you Do you know how much I 'spent' to train you? "

"That must be an astonishing number, father." Anton is thirty-three years old this year, and he cannot be considered an entry-level year in terms of passing on the strength of the elementary level, but he is mature enough. How much effort.

"That's called regardless of cost, so do you understand how valuable it is for Ryan to come this far as the adopted son of a Nord bumpkin? You need to be better, my son." Ivan took this opportunity to educate himself Anton's son, Anton has finally become a descendant in the past two years, which is indeed relatively fast, so his son is a little flustered, and he just uses Ryan to beat him.

"I understand, father." Anton suddenly asked: "I have met Kaldor, but I have never met Julius, the son of the Duke of Wenford who is so mysterious."

"...If there are no accidents, you will see you soon."

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When Ryan returned home, the hidden wounds on his body had completely healed. Ryan let out a sigh of relief, looking at his completely 'exposed' arm, his eyes flashed for a while.

The godfather's strength is obvious to all, even for the top part among human beings, getting his approval is an important hard indicator.

Open the gate, it's not too late today, the three maids are all there, and seeing Ryan come back, Emilia immediately lifted the hem of her skirt and made a courtesy: "Mr. Ryan!"

"Master!" This is Miranda, and the little maid smiled sweetly.

"..." Olika, the dark elf, saw Ryan coming back, and lifted her skirt in the same manner, but didn't say a word.

"Emilia! I'm back!" Ryan was in a good mood. He stretched out his hands to embrace the girl and gave her a big hug. Emilia said "ah" and her face flushed hug Ryan.

Just gently hugged Ryan and let go of the girl. Seeing the blood and broken clothes at the corner of Ryan's mouth, Emilia exclaimed: "What's wrong? Mr. Ryan, have you encountered a battle?"

"It's nothing, I played against the godfather for a while." Ryan didn't care much. He first went to take a bath and change clothes, changed into clean clothes, and then called Emilia and Orika to his room Come inside.

It was already late at night outside, and after hearing Ryan's call, Emilia and Orika both came to Ryan's room.

"Here you are, sit down." After changing into clean clothes, Ryan gestured for Emilia and Olika to sit down.

Not to mention Emilia, Olika looked at Ryan suspiciously for a while, but she knew that she had no ability to resist at all, so she could only sit down obediently.

The cold moonlight shines into the room through the windows, the warm bedroom fireplace is burning, the room is covered with thick carpets imported from the southern countries, and the comfortable velvet big 'bed' is placed in the middle of the room, even after experiencing Many times, Olika can still feel the prosperity of human life.

"Olika, you seem to be in pain recently?" Ryan asked, and Emilia also looked at the dark elf with worried eyes.

"...This matter has nothing to do with you, human being." Olika said coldly, she used the elf language, but just as she finished speaking, the dark elf clutched her chest in pain and raised her head. He looked at Ryan with a hostile look.

Ryan raised his eyebrows, and the contract imprint on his hand was shining: "First, you have to call me master, and then, I order you as master, tell me why you have nightmares every night, and then from Waking up from a nightmare."

"Human, do you think you already have me?" Olika covered her chest with her hand, painfully resisting the torment of the slave mark, she suddenly smiled, and laughed very hard: "Although you have been reduced to a prisoner, you Don't even try to defile me, human!"

After finishing speaking, Olika suddenly uttered a series of spells, trying extremely hard to condense a little magic power, but her fragile soul made the process very slow.

"This is it!" Ryan suddenly felt signs of magical fluctuations. He immediately protected Emilia behind him, then raised his hand slightly, and the subspace spiritual energy was released. Olika was surprised to find that I can no longer feel any magic power: "Ah! This! This is impossible!"

"Hehe~" Ryan walked towards Olika step by step, and the Primarch sneered: "Nothing is impossible."

After finishing speaking, Ryan waved his hand lightly, and in the painful voice of the dark elf, he 'drawn' away the last bit of magic power from Orika: "In this way, you have lost the last bit of capital."

"Don't! Don't! Don't come here!" Olika backed away in fear, the dark elf's hair was a little disheveled, she was sitting on the carpet, her black maid's skirt was wrinkled , the slender and beautiful legs in white stockings under the skirt are fully displayed in front of Ryan, and the slender feet in buckskin short boots are kicking around, trying to help himself back.

But Ryan's approach was like the bell of doom, and the dark elf was powerless to resist until the man stretched out his arms, hugged the dark elf by the waist, and motioned for Emilia to come over: "Emilia? Help Olika take off her boots."

"Yes, Mr. Lane!" Emilia came over and took off Olika's pair of deerskin boots, revealing the dark elf's beautiful white silk feet, but she still kicked in a mess: "Let me go! Let me go!"

"Be quiet, or I'll really screw you up!" Ryan threatened viciously in Olika's ear, and his mischievous tone made Emilia chuckle.

Olika didn't dare to move anymore: "Human, I won't move, you are not allowed to do that to me!"

"Slaves are not qualified to negotiate terms! But if you behave better, I might consider it." Ryan said lightly, and the dark elf really didn't move, just looked at him with fear and hatred, But she soon discovered that Ryan just hugged her back to the sofa and let her lie down: "Human! What do you want to do?"

"I just want to find out, why do you have nightmares late? Why do you wake up from nightmares?" Ryan returned to Emilia and sat down, and continued to ask.

"...Forget it, it's okay to tell you." Olika finally succumbed, and the dark elf knew that if she didn't behave better, she would most likely be manipulated by the powerful humans in front of her again, so she sneered With a voice: "It is the great enemy of our family, the Lord of Pleasure among the Four Chaos Gods, Lust, who wants to devour my soul."

"Devour your soul?" Ryan thought for a while, and he felt that the dark elves were not lying.

The slave contract can ensure that the slave cannot lie to the master, but she can choose to avoid some issues and conceal some key things, but on this issue, Ryan feels that the dark elves are telling the truth.

The soul of the elves is infinitely delicious to the chaotic gods. If the soul of human beings tastes like a university cafeteria, then the souls of elves are seafood buffets in star hotels, and the souls of aristocrats It is a Michelin restaurant, so Chaos God always tries his best to devour the souls of all elves.

As for the high-level elves under the protection of Asuryan, the lord of the Phoenix, and the wood elves under the protection of the World Tree, the dark elves are more decadent and depraved, dark elves thirsting for blood and killing The 'Ling' worships the god of blood and murder, Caine, whose insatiable thirst for blood and skulls makes the Dark Elves extremely vulnerable to the corruption of Chaos, and in the Dark Elves' layers In society, the rampage of hedonism and indulgence thoughts also leads to rampant corruption, which makes the dark elves a violent and depraved race...at least that's what the high elves tell humans.

There is a lot of water in it, but the relationship between the dark elves and the chaos is the deepest. For example, Ryan once learned from the white wolf archbishop Maras that the bloody hand god Kane and the chaos Khorne, one of the four gods of Chaos, is actually two sides of the same coin. If the White Wolf God of War and Khorne are completely different understandings and confrontations of the survival of the fittest, courage and glory, then Kane and Khorne are essentially the same thing , what they emphasize and show are basically the same.

Therefore, the dark elves often form an alliance with the northern barbarians to ravage the coastline, and of course there is never a lack of war between them.

"Don't you, Drucci, have any countermeasures to deal with this situation?" Ryan continued to ask.

"...It used to be, but now it's gone. The vicious Asurs have destroyed my soul through secret techniques. Now I can feel the gaze of the Lord of Pleasure every night. He is greedily watching my heart. Soul." Olika covered her face with lingering fear: "That kind of ubiquitous darkness, that kind of deepest fear, this kind of fear you humans can't understand, because your soul is worthless."

"If that's the case, I think I can help you." Ryan said calmly, while Emilia looked at Ryan well, wondering how he planned to help this dark elf.

"Help me? Heh! Stupid human beings, what can your short life and superficial knowledge help me? Stop joking..." Olika said disdainfully.

"I don't want a maid who spent more than 10,000 gold marks to become the food of evil gods like this!" Ryan's hand suddenly ignited a light blue flame, and the huge energy contained in it made people The dark elf was very surprised, but also deeply afraid: "Human! What are you doing?! Don't come here!"

"First, for me, you have to call master, and second, I'm saving your soul." Ryan approached slowly: "Emilia? Hold her down!"

"Okay, Mr. Ryan!" The little maid came over and pressed Olika firmly on the sofa, completely ignoring her screaming and struggling.

Then, Ryan's palm burning with light blue flames pressed directly on the dark elf's forehead like this.

"Huh? This is?"