Chapter 1320
Lorraine 8
Chapter 1320 Lorraine 8
Having been slapped in the face by Tan You, Paget couldn't care less about anything else. His only option now was to force Tan You to marry Williams. Once they were married, the other party would be completely branded with the Dubot family.
As for the future, he has plenty of ways to deal with it.
With a wave of his hand, Paget's guards, who had been waiting outside the main hall, rushed in. Their purpose was very clear: to capture Tan You.
A frail woman against dozens of strong and burly guards—the disparity was stark. Williams felt a pang of pity and wanted to intervene, but seeing Paget's clenched teeth, he could only remain silent.
To put it bluntly, Williams was just a young man who hadn't grown up yet; how could he dare to rebel against patriarchal authority?
Tan You allowed the guards to approach without showing any panic. Just as one of the guards was about to place his large hand on Tan You's shoulder, Tan You formed a hand seal, and a huge vortex quickly appeared on the spot.
The vortex shape is an enlarged version of the mark of the divine favored one between her brows.
"what is this?"
"You can't look at it, it'll make you dizzy if you look at it for too long!"
"Is this a talent skill of those favored by the gods?"
How is she going to resist?
Just as everyone was discussing, Tan You, holding Louis's hand, nimbly turned to the side, and the guard's large hand missed its target. At that moment, his fingers happened to land on the edge of the whirlpool.
The vortex suddenly spun, and the guard was swallowed up. There was no trace of the guard in the main hall, not even a sound.
The guards who had been charging towards Tan You suddenly stopped, no longer daring to advance. In a single exchange, the captain of the guards was swallowed by the vortex; where did he go?
Or should we ask, is he still alive?
Tan You stood before the whirlpool, holding Louis's hand, watching the crowd with a mocking expression. She had already shown everyone that anyone who dared to interfere would pay the price.
"Where did you take Gade?" Paget hadn't expected Tan You to have such fighting power, and now he was in a bit of a dilemma.
After all, Paget really didn't know anything about the Lord of the Abyss; in fact, this was the first time he had ever heard of the Lord of the Abyss's name.
Tan You chuckled: "Him? He should go to the land of exile. If he's lucky, maybe he can make it out of exile."
"Places of exile?"
That's a restricted area!
"Will they be able to come back alive if they go there?"
"How did she get involved with the Land of Exile?"
Just as everyone was discussing this, a loud voice rang out outside the main hall: "As expected of the lord, his methods are truly remarkable."
"Who?"
Who's outside?
"Lord?"
Everyone rushed out of the main hall, but fell silent once they reached the main square. Meanwhile, the number of people in the square and even along the main streets of the capital continued to grow.
Tan You and Louis were the last people to arrive at the main square.
"A giant dragon!"
"Those are dark elves?" "And who are those two in black robes?"
Those with extensive knowledge naturally recognized the newcomers. But whether dragons or dark elves, they rarely roamed the continent; why had they suddenly appeared so vibrantly?
Above the plaza outside the main hall, a colossal red dragon hovered in the air, seemingly capable of blotting out the sun. Atop its head stood a dark elf with her hair tied in a high ponytail, clad in leather armor and carrying a bow and arrows.
Beside the dark elf stood two men in black robes, their figures completely shrouded in black, not an inch of their skin exposed.
At this moment, a giant dragon and three others are looking down at the people in the square.
Tan You looked at the four uninvited guests and immediately understood that these were the people the God of the Abyss had spoken of. Whether they had come to support her or to intimidate her, it was hard to say.
She didn't assume that just because she was a woman, the dark elf would also side with her.
Chris and the other person had also seen Tan You's face clearly. He glanced at the vortex that was still floating behind Tan You, and then opened his mouth and spat out a row of fireballs.
As the fireball was about to strike the people in the square, despair and terror appeared on some of their faces. The vortex behind Tan You suddenly vanished, then reappeared where the fireball was about to strike.
The volleyball-sized fireball was instantly engulfed by the vortex, directly averting the crisis.
Chris blinked, then, unconvinced, unleashed another string of fireballs. Tan You frowned. No wonder the God of the Abyss wanted her to manage the territory; these dragons really seemed to thrive on chaos.
She released Louis: "You stand over there, I have something to take care of."
Louis obediently stood two steps away from Tan You, who then formed hand seals, and streams of source energy flowed from her fingertips. Soon, the source energy bound the arrogant red dragon Chris tightly like ropes.
The dark elf and the other two black-robed figures who were originally standing on Chris could only land on the square, and they were finally able to talk to Tan You on equal terms.
No matter how much Chris struggled, it couldn't break free. Just as it was about to open its mouth and spew out a fireball, Tan You flicked her finger, and its mouth was tightly sealed shut.
"Even dragons are no match for her?"
As soon as Tan You made this move, the guards who had just tried to capture her tensed up and dared not approach her again.
Tan You bound the dragon, then casually pulled at the whirlpool behind her, causing it to spin rapidly and grow larger. With a flick of her right hand, Tan You anticipated throwing Chris into the whirlpool and sending him directly to the land of exile.
One of the men in black robes, who had been silent all along, finally spoke up: "Lord, sending Chris away like this will not serve as any punishment for him."
His voice was hoarse, with a clicking sound from his jaw as he spoke. Tan You knew that voice all too well. She stared at the man in black robes, her eyes suddenly lighting up: "An undead?"
Chris lifted a corner of his cloak: "Yes, Carlos of the undead race greets Your Majesty."
Tan You did find it novel; it had been so many years since she had played with skeletons. Looking at it now, she felt a bit nostalgic.
With just one glance, Tan You recognized its identity. "To be able to cultivate from the most basic undead to a nine-star undead, you must have put in a lot of effort."
Carlos's jaw twitched, as if he were laughing: "My lord has keen insight. Before my fall, I was just an ordinary person without any talent."
Tan You finally smiled: "But you are no ordinary undead now. If you have any questions about cultivation in the future, we can discuss them together."
A man in black robes standing next to Carlos also spoke up: "Lord, aren't you afraid?"
Tan You raised an eyebrow: "Of course I'm not afraid. Existence is its own justification. Being a ghost is also a form of existence. What if I end up keeping you company after I die?"