Throne of Magical Arcana

Bright rays of light poured down from the ceiling, reflecting the pale white walls in a cool and clean way. Alvin was wearing loose clothes with blue and white vertical stripes, walked carefully to the door, looked at the corridor through the small window above, his expression was full of Full of vigilance and vigilance.

Seeing that there were only people wearing similar clothes squatting, standing, or walking back and forth in the corridor, Alvin's eyes flashed, he turned and went to another bed in the room, gently patted the sleeping man on it, and called out in a low voice : "Clement! Clement!"

The man shrank back reflexively, and looked at Alvin warily with eyes like burning flames: "You, what are you doing?"

He slurred his speech like a novice child.

"Clement, stop pretending, there is no one watching outside, we should discuss how to escape from here and how to recover our strength." Alvin looked at his companions in front of him sincerely and eagerly, and the pair behind him The white wings protruded from the specially made cracks in the clothes and spread out in the room.

The man with flaming eyes showed a trace of disgust, and said inarticulately: "I, I am not Clement, I have said it many times! They, they told me, I am Mike, McLeod, a Come on, an outstanding magician, a great alchemist, a man destined to create miracles!"

It seems that because he repeated too much, the last half of his sentence was much more fluent than before.

"You!" Alvin said in surprise and anger, "You are not pretending? How can you forget your noble and sacred identity! We are the angels of the Lord! We are the life closest to the true God! We can destroy and save the world noble one!"

For a moment he had difficulty controlling his voice.

The man who called himself McLeod was frightened by such a roar, and curled up in the corner of the bed like a child: "I, I won't talk to you anymore, you are bad, bad guy!"

Alvin looked at this mature and handsome angel with a "childlike and innocent" expression, couldn't hide his disappointment, and shook his head pityingly: "You guys, you really forgot, how could it be like this? Is it just me? I still remember the Lord, I still remember the glory of the past, and I still want to return to Heaven Mountain..."

The more he talked, the more sad he became. Alvin pushed open the door, entered the corridor, and paced back and forth to relieve his mood.

He doesn't pay attention to those unfamiliar people around him, this is the pride of Seraphim. He once tried to escape from this place where he and others were imprisoned, but his strength was sealed by an unimaginably terrifying force, and he was easily captured by the guarding magician.

At this time, a blond man who was also wearing loose clothes with blue and white vertical stripes came over, looked around vigilantly, passed by, and whispered to Alvin: "God."

Alvin was taken aback for a moment, and then burst into ecstasy. They still remember the Lord? They are devout disciples of the Lord captured by the magician.

So, he nodded slightly, as an answer to the man.

The man pointed his right hand slightly forward, signaling him to follow him.

Alvin looked around and followed the man to another room.

"Do you still remember the Lord?" Alvin closed the door and asked joyfully.

"Hahahaha!" The blond man lost his cautious expression, put his hands on his hips, and laughed loudly, "I have always believed that there are still people who will remember me, I am the unique true god who rules the heavens and the earth, and I will pass on my way to you today! "

Alvin looked at him in astonishment, and then anger welled up in his heart: "A lunatic!"

His physical strength is still strong, he pushed the man to the wall, and then returned to the corridor, feeling inexplicably desolate, sad and depressed: "Lord, have they all forgotten you? Will it come down to earth?"

"Shh." A trembling black-haired man squatting in a corner raised his index finger to his lips.

He also wears blue and white vertical stripes.

"Do you still remember the Lord?" Alvin asked casually without hope.

The man looked around in fear, and said in a very low voice: "Remember, I am a devout follower of the Lord. I was caught here and tortured me for a big secret. Shhh, don't look at me like that, those evil magicians are hiding Look around."

His body trembled more and more, it seemed that as long as he walked out of this corner, he would be caught and tortured by the magician immediately.

"You really remember?" Alvin asked in surprise.

The man solemnly drew a cross on his chest: "Only the truth lasts forever!"

Alvin only felt a layer of mist appearing in his eyes, and painted the cross very sacredly and solemnly: "May your way be walked on the earth as it is in your country."

The black-haired man beckoned Alvin to go over: "Since we are all devout believers in the Lord, then I will tell you the big secret, you find a way to escape, and then come and save me."

Alvin squatted solemnly next to the black-haired man, and whispered, "Will the magician hear it?"

The black-haired man smiled proudly: "I have set up the strongest and best fan lock in the whole world in this corner, and it is the safest place, so I hide here!"

Alvin looked blankly at the empty surroundings, why couldn't I feel the existence of the Mystic? Being sealed with power does not mean that my natural ability is not there!

The man ignored him and put his mouth close to his ear: "I'll tell you the secret."

"Okay." Alvin didn't have time to think about the fan lock, and listened to the secret wholeheartedly.

The voice of the black-haired man was very low: "Actually, I am the God of Truth!"

ah? Alvin stared at him dumbfounded, while the expression of the black-haired man became pitiful and sacred: "I came down to the earth to save this filthy world, you are the first mortal to know my identity, and I seal you as my mortal." Angel……"

Before the words were finished, two men in black magic robes came over, grabbed the black-haired man, and dragged him forward.

"Hurry up and find a way to escape, and then come and save me!"

"I will burn myself on the cross to redeem this filthy world!"

Alvin was still dumbfounded, while one of the magicians cast a spell, silenced the black-haired man, and said coldly: "It's time to take medicine."

"Madman, here are all lunatics!" Alvin thought bitterly and angrily, "Damn magician, he actually locked us holy angels with a group of lunatics! It's disgusting! It's so blasphemous!"

At this time, two other magicians came and held Alvin up: "Ms. Rachel wants to see you."

Alvin didn't struggle, because he knew it would be useless to struggle any longer.

While walking, he accidentally kicked a man lying on the ground.

But the man who was also wearing blue and white vertical stripes kept silent and tried his best to maintain his original state.

"I'm sorry." Alvin apologized gracefully, but the man didn't respond.

When Alvin was puzzled, the magician next to him laughed softly: "Don't worry about him, the corpse can't talk or feel pain."

"Is he a dead spirit?" Alvin didn't think he looked like one at all, he was clearly a living person!

The magician let out a hey: "He thinks he is a rotten corpse with no intelligence, so..."

"Who are these people!" Alvin felt that he was going crazy.

Through the complicated corridors, Alvin was brought into an elegantly decorated room, in which there was an ordinary-looking woman who was always full of vigor.

The woman sitting behind the desk raised her head, looked at Alvin with flaxen eyes, and smiled, "How do you feel recently?"

"Not very good." Alvin was fixed on the opposite chair and replied cautiously.

The magician badge on Rachel's chest has turned into nine black rings, and the arcane badge has eight silver stars. She nodded and said, "This is normal. You retain your original memory. You can't be like McGraw. His Excellency De and the others were directly erased of all memories, and then reshaped their personalities based on historical data, because it is easy to erase your original memory together, even if Your Excellency Evans takes action, there is no certainty."

"You erased their memory!" Alvin was shocked and angry.

Rachel frowned suspiciously: "This is a normal recovery and research process. In fact, when you recover to a certain stage, Lord Evans will be more confident in erasing Alvin's personality and memory without harming him." Your original memory is gone, wait a minute, what is your name now?"

"I'm Alvin! You group of evil magicians not only locked us normal and holy angels and lunatics together, but also wanted to erase all my memories!" Alvin struggled hard, but the magic iron ring He is firmly bound.

Rachel tapped on the table lightly: "It seems that there was a problem with the method of the last course of treatment, which caused repetitions. Well, Maskelyne, no, Alvin, wait a minute and cooperate with the medicine."

"Masquiline..." Alvin felt as if he had been struck by lightning, his mind was in chaos, and it seemed that there was another self fighting with himself in his heart.

"Although the reason for your current condition is 'extraordinary', your illness is not complicated. It is a typical split personality. At that time, I will discuss it with Maskelyne in detail to see if he is willing to keep the fusion or directly eradicate it." Lei Chell said with an unchanged expression.

"I, am I a lunatic?" Alvin felt his head was about to explode.

At this time, several magicians came in, holding sky-blue potions in their hands.

Rachel nodded lightly, and said to the magicians: "Remember, his medicine cannot be stopped."

Alvin drank the medicine blankly, and suddenly saw the nameplate on Rachel's desk: "The Fifth Research Institute of the Magic Council - Qingshan Recovery Center, deputy director..."

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