Chapter 354 The Mortal King

"Shadowless lore, Woban."

"Steel Bulwark, Gerberson."

"Break a thousand mountains, Luke."

"The sword of melting, Rafa."

"Forester, Groot"

King Belladine introduced the five legends who were loyal to the royal family to Morea, and briefly talked about their strengths and titles. The two sides knew each other.

Morea nodded to the five legends with a smile. He found that the five legends were all close combat, none of them were legal practitioners, and listening to their names and titles, it seemed that they all came from a bad background.

"Five dukes, please step back as well. I want to represent something to the Regent Bus." Belladine's attitude towards these five legendary dukes was obviously different.

"As ordered, Your Majesty." After nodding to Belladine, the five dukes gave Morea a deep look, and then left the miniature half-plane.

If nothing else, the five legends of them will follow the arrangements and orders of Morea, a dragon with amazing origins in the future.

"Grand Duke Morea, let me tell you about the Lockman Kingdom that you are going to rule." After only Morea and his daughter were left in the half plane, the king spoke again.

"Well, you said." Hearing the title of the Grand Duke, Morea held back the awkward feeling in her heart and put on a look of listening intently.

"Cough cough!" Just as he was about to speak, Bella Deen hurriedly raised his palm, covered his mouth, and coughed violently, the stench of blood overflowing from between his fingers.

"Father!" Seeing her father coughing up blood, because there was only Morea, Remilia, who was a little bolder, grabbed her father's sleeve with a worried look on her face.

"What are you?" When he saw the black gas that appeared on the face of the king when he was coughing up blood, and in his induction, Belladine's fire of life that became weaker, Morea A questioning look appeared on his face.

"It's just a curse, it doesn't get in the way." Seeing the worried look on his daughter's face and the questioning look on Morea's face, Belladine looked calm and didn't care.

"Curse?" Morea raised her eyebrows, and then in Belladine's slightly puzzled eyes and a hint of vigilance, she took out a half-human-high metal book.

"Your Majesty Morea,

What are you trying to do? "At the first sight of this book, this exhausted king pulled his daughter behind him for the first time, which was completely a father's instinctive behavior.

"Don't be nervous, it's just to see if it can cure you." Morea held the book of mourning the dead in one hand, and reached out with the other hand, knocking on this book, which was known to be ominous at first glance, and by the way He smiled at the timid little princess who was hiding behind the king.

"Cure me?" Belladine looked at the book in Morea's hand with some doubts, and then he was surprised to see wisps of black gas rising from the metal book, and then condensed into a figure in Erathia. A well-known figure of the devil.

"The abyss refines the devil?" Seeing the appearance of the curse spirit of the Book of Mourners, Belladine calmly took his daughter back slowly. He was a little suspicious of Morea's identity. How could a noble golden dragon carry such an evil book.

"Don't be nervous." Morea helplessly rubbed his brows. The world is always a world of looking at faces. Most intelligent creatures have the habit of distinguishing good from evil based on their appearance.

Similar to the image of the curse spirit in the Book of Mourning the Dead, it basically means that the evil spirits have no choice but to run away. Of course, they can distinguish between good and evil by looking at their appearance, and most situations are correct.

Similar to the existence of the curse, if there is no existence like Morea that can be immune to the curse to suppress it, God knows how fierce this thing will be, and how many moths it will make.

"Black, swallow the curse on him." Morea called out the low-spirited name he had chosen for the curse spirit and gave it an order, which was one of the main abilities of the Book of Mourning.

It not only has the ability to cast blessing curses on other creatures, but also has the ability to remove curses. As long as there are curses recorded in the Book of the Dead, it can be lifted.

"I'm happy to serve you, my master." Hearing the name of this scumbag, Cursing Spirit Black did not show any dissatisfaction. In two years, it had been trained by Moreya to obey. . After all, three days and two ends are used as whetstones, no matter who it is, it can't stand it for a long time.

Under Belladine's shocked and Remilia's curious gazes, the ferocious-looking Curse Spirit Black faced the king, opened his mouth, and made a swallowing motion, and then the black aura that was thick like black snakes came from Belladine gushed out and fell into the mouth of the curse spirit, causing it to slowly grow a little bigger.

"Father, you are all right, your illness is cured!" Seeing that with the movement of the curse spirit, his father's complexion improved at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the curiosity on Remilia's face gradually turned into surprise.

"Haha, it's too late." Hearing her daughter's happy tone and her body rejuvenating, Belladine showed a wry smile on her face.

"Quack, little girl, you are too happy." Hearing Remilia's cheers, the curse spirit that was born of intellect from countless curses condensed without hesitation.

"If it was ten years ago, and I would lift the curse, your father would be fine. Even five years ago, if your father took care of him, he could live for another hundred years.

But now, even if I lift his curse, does he have a few days to live, I just make him less painful before he dies. "

"How could this be?" Hearing the words of the curse spirit, Remilia looked at her father, whose face was already bloody, in disbelief, wanting to hear his denial.

"You have to be strong, Remilia." The shriveled muscles slowly swelled, and the monarch, whose body had been eroded by the curse, was rapidly healing, leaned down and hugged his daughter whose tears could not stop dripping. Softly comforting.

"What's going on?" Morea looked at the king who no longer had the slightest majesty in front of him, frowned and asked the curse spirit.

"You should have felt that his soul has been eroded to pieces by the curse, and it's not bad now that it doesn't collapse. I can lift the curse, but healing this kind of soul injury is beyond my ability."

"Understood." Morea nodded, and then put away the book of mourning the dead that was no longer useful. He looked at the king who was coaxing his light blue short-haired Lolita princess.

"Wait a moment! I'll tell you when I put her to sleep." Belladine said to Morea in spoken language with an apologetic expression.