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For a moment, Clyde couldn't help but feel a little panicked. Does someone like him deserve such help?

There are definitely many people in this world who need help more than him and are more worthy of being saved...

In response, Chen Xiu simply asked casually, "Who are they?"

Clyde fell silent, unable to utter any names.

"My child, this is what is called fate and destiny." Chen Xiu said slowly, "In the end, we can only help those we meet, but we cannot lend a hand to the suffering we cannot see."

So, Clyde asked the last question: "Why are you helping me?"

"Do you need a reason to help others?" Chen Xiu asked with a smile, "But you said that to others yourself."

Clyde opened his mouth, never expecting Chen Xiu to shut him up with his own words.

However, he no longer had any doubts about this.

"Excuse me, what do you need me to do?"

"And my grandfather would be worried if I were separated from him for too long."

"First, learn a piece of music from your teacher." Chen Xiu replied, "As for your grandfather, he knows where to find you in the end."

Afterwards, Chen Xiu handed Clyde over to Arturo.

Seeing that things were finally over, the fat penguin, who was almost unable to bear it any longer, rushed to Chen Xiu in the blink of an eye.

The halo above his head was too high, and he couldn't touch it even if he jumped up, so he could only tiptoe to get closer to the light wings behind Chen Xiu to take a look. It was indeed the real thing.

In other words, this kid actually turned from a Sarkaz into a Sakota!

The emperor stroked his beak. He had lived for so long, and he had seen everything. But he had never seen anything like this before!

He knew what Sakota was and what was under the Lateran Cathedral.

But Chen Xiu has never been to Lateran, so where did he get this Sakota suit?

"How did you do that, kid? Tell me the truth!"

"In fact, I have always been a devout Lateran believer. I pray to the Lord silently in my heart every day. Perhaps the Lord saw that I was so devout that he sent down a miracle."

Chen Xiu put his hands together and prayed.

"Are you kidding me?!"

The emperor obviously didn't believe Chen Xiu's nonsense, but he couldn't refute him.

After all, that thing does have the ability to give others aura, but it has been limited to Sakota for many years.

"Are you feeling unwell anywhere? Are you dizzy? Also, could you please speak normally?"

Chen Xiu also felt that he had pretended enough, mainly because this look was indeed too restrained.

"Boss, thank you for your concern! By the way, can I apply for another grant?"

"What do you want to do again?"

The emperor said this and took out his black gold card.

"Of course I'm going to find a way to buy the Guardian Gun. Now I can use the genuine one."

Chen Xiu put his hands on his hips happily. After all, the range and power of the imitation firearm were not good enough, so it was time to upgrade.

The emperor knew Chen Xiu's archery skills and knew that his combat effectiveness would definitely soar after he could use genuine firearms.

"That's a decent expense, but you can only buy it in Rutland."

Since the Guardian Gun has the restriction that only people other than the Sakota can use it, it is rarely circulated on the market, and the Sakotas basically maintain their guns themselves, so there are very few gun shops opened by Lateran abroad.

"Besides, do you have the status of a Lateran citizen?"

The emperor crossed his arms and thought about it, wondering if he could ask the old Pope for help.

I feel that it shouldn't be a big problem. After all, there are quite a few Sakota who are isolated from the group, and the Sakota race has no way to disguise themselves.

So, it seems that as long as you go to the Holy City, you can easily get your identity.

Anyway, Evangelista XI didn't know that Chen Xiu was a Sarkaz before, so there shouldn't be any problem in taking him there to do the work.

While the emperor was lost in thought, Mostima suddenly came over.

"As for the Guardian Gun, I have one here. If you need it, Mr. Xiu, please take it."

Chen Xiu took the pistol handed to him by Mostima. The feeling in his hand was indeed different from the imitation. Not only was it heavier and more secure in the hand, but it also had better scalability for spells.

"Before you left, weren't you asked to go to the notary office and hand in the Guardian Gun?"

Arturo turned his head and was surprised to find that the fallen angel Mostima was carrying a firearm.

"Maybe they forgot about it in their rush to get me out?" Mastema shrugged. "Anyway, I won't be able to use it in the future."

"That may not be the case." Chen Xiu smiled mysteriously: "But you can indeed lend it to me first."

The Penguin Emperor stopped at the lakeside, and waves of eerie music kept coming from the center of the lake. Dark magic shadows wandered in the ruins day and night, with the emblem of the Witch King on their faces.

Considering that the Queen's Voice would attack soon, Chen Xiu asked Texas to drive the car to a hidden place, and then brought his men back.

Texas looked at Chen Xiu's new appearance curiously.

However, it is not easy to get too close to him when he is moving, but seeing that he moves freely, there is no need to worry too much.

I'll ask for details after I'm done with this. I think the old look is better.

The sword blade cut through the afterimage, the magic missile broke the emblem of the Witch King, and everyone went deep into the ruins.

Even though they had Clyde as a burden, the others were just too good fighters.

Soon, Chen Xiu found the spellcasting unit that the Witch King had used in the center.

"Arturo and Clyde are going to play, and the others are going to be on guard."

Since the tasks had been assigned in advance, everyone was in place quickly.

Chen Xiu contacted the Witch King and provided him with spatial coordinates to facilitate his positioning.

In the unknown Pavillon, Herhunzollon, who was sitting on the throne, opened his eyes and mobilized the spell dice.

Although they had the guidance of Cyclopes, these young people moved really quickly.

The Witch King locked onto the coordinates in an instant and sensed his own spellcasting unit.

Although it is a broken thing, it can still be used to its full potential and is indeed sufficient.

When his power was projected into reality, the fluctuations it produced immediately attracted the attention of the evil demons, and the collapsed bodies swarmed in.

The Witch King looked majestic and calm, as composed as a sculpture.

He held the spell dice in one hand to help Clyde exorcise the sounds of the world, and with the other hand he waved his baton and pointed it at Pavillon.

This is his country, his palace. No external enemy can possibly shake it and threaten the world!

The cold and solemn voice echoed in the empty palace, like an insurmountable word.

"Devils, you will stop here and will never be able to invade reality again."

Chapter 110 Chen Xiu: I’ll help you!!! (4K)

The moonlight was like a pale shroud, immersing the broken walls of the ruins in the center of the lake in a cold silver-gray.

The twelve pointed arches were like ribs gnawed by a giant beast, shattered and piercing the night sky. The black and red magic glow seeping out of the cracks was like solidified pus and blood, emitting an ominous evil aura.

The center of the ruins.

Arturo leaned on his uniquely shaped cello.

The night wind blew the black hair of the Sakta girl, and her long hair, as smooth as silk, fluttered in the air like a night butterfly.

She closed her eyes and listened to the music echoing in the ruins, her brows slightly furrowed. The eerie and terrifying melody poured into her ears like a devil's sound, drowning her in an instant like a flood, leaving the listeners confused and frightened.

The Witch King is indeed the most terrifying musician in the history of Leithania. Just the lingering sound in the ruins can cause considerable psychological damage to those with weak wills.

It is hard to imagine how terrifying this Spell King would be if he unleashed his full power.

Anyway, history has already given the answer.

The best proof is that the Gauls' vanguard was crushed by the torrent of magic.

Otherwise, the electors would not have endured for another forty or fifty years and only launched a rebellion when the Witch King grew old.

If the Four Emperors' War was not a fight between countries, but a one-on-one duel between the rulers of each country, the Wizard King might be able to beat up three opponents by himself.

Arturo tapped his feet to the beat, blending in with the Witch King's tune.

Without her to guide and support such music, Clyde would have bled from all seven orifices at the first sight.

Even court-level performers could only barely keep up with the Witch King's pace.

After this incident, I will need to recuperate for at least a few months.

Arturo even felt a little relieved that he was just a mirror not long ago.

She had long been accustomed to playing other people's emotions and not mixing any personal will into them. This way, she would not conflict with the Witch King's strong personal style of the melody and protected herself in disguise.

Clyde sat on a grassy wall not far away, his delicate hands tightly gripping a cello that was taller than him.

He is indeed gifted in music.

After only learning the cello for less than half a day, he was able to play a piece of music under Arturo's guidance.

At Chen Xiu's suggestion, he was pulled into Mostima's time field for intensive training, and successfully mastered the music that he would play with Arturo and the Witch King later.

Clyde licked his dry lips nervously, his fingers repeatedly pressing the strings, fearing that he would remember the notes he had just learned incorrectly.

He felt that he had never been so nervous and scared.

Even when he was secretly following Earl Edwin's team and providing assistance to the infected, he was not so afraid.

In order to help him, Mr. Chen Xiu, Mr. Arturo, and their companions had made tremendous efforts. What if the ceremony failed because of his own mistakes...

Clyde shuddered at the thought of the consequences and became even more uneasy.

"nervous?"

Chen Xiu's generous voice made Clyde raise his head.

The young man from Sakta smiled, and the halo above his head dispelled the darkness, making Clyde feel inexplicably calmer.

"Don't be afraid, Clyde." Chen Xiu patted the little white sheep's head and said soothingly, "Every note that flows from your fingertips is proof that you have lived! The reverberations of the Witch King cannot trap the light reflected by the morning dew. You just need to embrace the strings like a stream embraces pebbles... It doesn't matter if you play it wrong. We were not born to be perfect, so we should tolerate imperfections."

After being irrigated by Chen Xiu's skilled inspirational speeches, Clyde's tense nerves relaxed a lot.

Chen Xiu was indeed not worried that Clyde would make a mistake during the ensemble ceremony. After all, he had Arturo and the Witch King to back him up. Even if the cheap teacher was unreliable, his own grandfather would not let him down at this time, right?

If that's true, then I won't have to worry about what to bring as a gift when I go find the old lich.

Looking back at the altar in the center of the lake, an obsidian-like spell-casting unit was floating in the air, rippling invisible waves.

The communication has been sent out. It depends on when the Witch King can locate this place. With his ability, it shouldn't take too long.

Spells involving space are often known for their obscurity and depth.

But the Witch King was a disciple of Fremont after all, and he created Pavillon in the wilderness by his own efforts.

Outside the core of the ruins, translucent magical shadows wandered in front of the broken rose windows, their faces with the emblem of the Witch King constantly shattered and reassembled.

Whenever the moonlight filtered through the cracked stained glass, these faceless shadows with goat-shaped horns would emit silent screams, casting twisted and hideous claw marks on the mottled and broken floor tiles.

Tonight, the arrival of strangers made them unusually active, and they all swarmed towards where Chen Xiu and others were.

At this time, Texas, Gertrude and Mostima were guarding outside the center of the lake. The three of them formed a triangle, firmly controlling the main road leading to the core of the ruins.

Miss Wolf's agile figure leaped rapidly among the ruins, waving her two swords to cut and scatter the incoming spell shadows. Her vigorous movements inevitably damaged the already fragile building debris around her, and her demolition efficiency was comparable to that of a husky on the loose.

Gertrude had a harder time. With her weaker strength, she could only barely hold off the attacks of the shadows.

The easiest one is Mostima. Once you slow down, you can just squat in place and watch the opponent crawl at a snail's pace.

Suddenly, the spellcasting unit on the altar trembled, and a black and red light that penetrated the sky and the earth burst out.