Arad's unruly savior

Chapter 695 Eight Divisions of the Demon Realm, Boronx

Cyrus' character has always been like this. Born into a military family, she is very happy to find the thrill of thrills on the bloody battlefield, and regards it as a drug she craves.

She often said a sentence full of contempt, "A waste that trembles because of fear of death should not have been born at all!"

Casillas, the apostle of the Demon Realm, the super strong man who once defeated the Demon King Tamos, not only did not make her feel afraid, but on the contrary, he became more aggressive and combative.

How can you become stronger and kill God when you are always afraid?
The combination of Tamos' obsession to fight again and Cyrus' aggressive character produced an extremely violent reaction.

The third princess couldn't persuade her with all her persuasion, so she could only sigh and stand aside, looking for a place to sit.

Now Cyrus' eyes are scarlet, and blood is steaming all over her body. The uncontrollable fighting spirit has begun to affect her emotions and thoughts. She grasps the evolved version of the Snake-belly Sword, the God-killing Sword, and there is a surging force in her body. She is satisfied and angry.

"Tamos, you despicable energy body, how dare you hide something from me, and hide this level of power."

"I've said it before, I was afraid that your body would not be able to bear it, so I..."

"Shut up, now we are ready to step on the road of killing gods with the blade of killing gods!"

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After defeating Locke and Crowe, and retracting the blood-stained steel blade into the scabbard, Casillas tilted his head back to drink the fine wine from the bamboo tube at his waist, enjoying the aftertaste of the experience after World War I.

"I've seen these two guys, in the center of the orbit, on Anton's body." After drinking, Casillas glanced at the two fragmented corpses on the ground.

He has challenged Anton and the Almighty Matega, and he has a little understanding of those strong men of the Tartan tribe.

Bibi already had a look of admiration on her face. As expected of the powerful fourth apostle, she easily defeated the two demons as soon as she appeared on the stage.

"By the way, Lord Casillas, Anton is so big, how did it come to heaven?"

"Hmm... this, I guess, is probably a very powerful space magic."

The palm holding the bamboo tube unconsciously tightened a little, and there were very few people in the devil world with such magical power who could transport Andorn, which was as big as a mountain, to another world across dimensions.

It should be her, right?

But why would she do it.

"Bibi, if there is any strong person you can't solve, just call me."

He was born with a terrifying face, and he squeezed out a not too gentle smile. As long as he can fight against the strong, even if he abandons the arrogance of the apostle, it doesn't matter if he makes a contract with those little girls.

"Cassilias!!"

An incomparably excited low growl trembled from a distance, and at the same time, it carried a pressure like a mountain, far surpassing the evil spirit of the brothers and demons, rolling across the sky and covering the earth.

The steel blade, which had only retracted the scabbard for less than 2 minutes, suddenly came out of the scabbard an inch again, and the sword's dazzling light instantly split the thick evil spirit.

"Bibi, retreat a little, here comes the strong man."

"Well, Mr. Casillas, be careful."

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"Just a woman? Doesn't seem right..."

Casillas sighed lightly for a moment. The woman in front of her, full of evil spirits, was very similar to the Kashiu sect of the demon world. She used a mysterious energy or substance to fight.

"It turned out to be a demon."

When he stared at the twisted and flexible scarlet blade like a poisonous snake waiting for an opportunity to prey, he suddenly had some vague memories.

Boronx, one of the eight major divisions of the demon world, lives in a warmer southern part, a terrifying snake-like demon, Puno!
It is sinister and cunning, bloodthirsty and thirsty, and is good at finding the weaknesses of creatures. Countless strong men want to regain the power of other Punos, but they are often attacked by Punos inadvertently.

Now there is actually a woman with gray hair and red eyes holding a sword made of Puno, an insidious creature from the Demon World, which surprised Casillas.

Of course, he can remember Puno now, not because Puno, the snake-shaped demon, left a deep impression on him, but because Bolonx and Puno live in the opposite north, between a world of ice and snow. The only exorcised apostle, Di Ruiji of the plague.

As for the dark forest in the middle of Boronx, where the climate is suitable, there are some cold girls in black skirts holding dolls.

There are countless traps and weirdness there. If it is not for the top powerhouses to enter, almost no one can come back safely.

"Casillas!"

There was another shocking sound. This voice was not spoken by the woman, but full of rage and blood. Over the mysterious woman holding a snake-belly sword, a crimson and distorted specter wearing a helmet slowly emerged.

"Oh, you know my name?" Casillas had both knives out of their sheaths an inch from his waist, as if he suddenly remembered something, and snorted, "So it's you, Tamos! Are you still dead? .”

"It is my honor to be remembered by the conquerors. I have wandered in the hell and the underworld for countless years. My incomparable obsession is my desire to fight you again."

"Hahahaha, the sword of the devil, only you have perfectly restrained Puno, very good, let's fight!"

In an instant, the cold wind burst, the sword shadow was illusory, and the God-killing Sword that could be extended freely attacked dozens of times at extreme speed, but Casillas did not move, and responded calmly with the blood-stained steel blade.

"He is really strong!"

Cyrus' eyes were slightly fixed, and in the blink of an eye just before the confrontation, the opponent actually made at least five movements of drawing his sword in a row, that is to say, he was able to draw out a sword in the face of a fierce attack. Attack, then scabbard, and draw another sword to use, even repeated five times!

It's no wonder that Matega, who has mastered the flash ability, was caught by Casillas, and Ye Mingliu's sword speed is extremely high.

"Cyrus, are you scared?" Tamos was still fighting high.

"Heh, I'm just enjoying the process of fighting. It's not bad to be defeated and die, and then become a little flower in the monastery."

"Not everyone is like me. After death, there is a chance to become another creature to survive. Maybe you will be wiped out directly."

"That doesn't matter."

Killing God Sword: Sacrifice of the Gods!

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By the time Yelin arrived at Sman's Base, Cyrus and the Conqueror had already fought together, with sword qi roaring and snake shadows like hemp!
The scarlet Godslayer Sword, which can be extended freely, looks for possible flaws from every angle in all directions, while Casillas swung his two swords to bring up afterimages, blocking drips without leaking, and he can find gaps to fight back.

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Stretching out her hand, the third princess, who was watching the fun with her arms folded, took a few steps back, and asked helplessly, "Why did you come to Eaton?"

"Looking for you to play, every time I go back to the palace, it's boring to death. It's not interesting at all. They are all a group of hypocritical nobles." Isabella said while touching his waist with the other hand, her eyes were slightly displeased, and she complained :

"Why, don't you welcome me? Tell me, are you obsessed with justice and can't hold your head up? Look at their fat, I'm really... envious."

"Where, justice is beautiful, but fat is equally delicious. Isn't this a dangerous apostle? I'm worried about your safety."

Isabella also knew that now was not the time to talk nonsense with him, so she just pinched his waist, leaving a look in her eyes that I will show you a good performance tonight, and she is still a little worried about Cyrus' situation.

She seemed, unable to win, fell behind.

"Damn it! Give me your full strength!"

Wiping the blood from the corner of her mouth, Cyrus' expression turned cold. She had a feeling that she was unable to do what she wanted. It was her own physical strength, as if she couldn't fully exert the full strength of Tamos who drank the blood of the gods.

Facing Casillas' impeccable defense and the counterattacks between the gaps, it was very difficult for her to parry.

If this continues, it will be a matter of time before they lose to the opponent.

"The Conqueror's Ye Mingliu is extremely fast swordsmanship. Although you can barely keep up with the opponent's attack if you tense up, it will also consume a lot of physical strength. If you continue like this, your body will collapse..." Tamos warned in a low voice.

"Shut up and say, how can we fully unleash the power of the two of us, one hit kills!"

"It still needs to be used, Divine Blood, let me replace you, and use all the power for a short time, and I will definitely be able to defeat the Conqueror!"

"Bastard, where can I find divine blood for us to use now?"

Clutching her forehead and gasping for breath, Cyrus' demonic hand has been covered with thick blood and turned into a sharp claw. Her eyes are red, but she barely maintains her sanity.

Very unwilling!
The other party is obviously just a clone of the conqueror, and its strength is at most only one-third of the main body, but with unparalleled combat experience and realm suppression, she can't see any hope of winning.

Killing Sword Thousand Ghosts Kill!

Afterimages flashed by like a fright, Casillas had moved from where he stood before to the back of Cyrus, and slowly retracted his sword.

Pfft~!

Cyrus' arms, shoulders, and legs were spattered with blood in an instant, and he was seriously injured.

If Tamos hadn't used all his strength to dislocate the conqueror a little, this blow would have been enough to make her hate on the spot.

"Divine blood...power! I must win this match, no matter what the cost!"

The corner of Cyrus' mouth was bleeding, and from the corner of his eye, he suddenly saw Ye Lin standing with the princess. When did he come?
But she had already suppressed her reason, and recalled that the divine blood that Tamos regained his strength seemed to be given by Yelin.

Turning into an arcing blood shadow and flying, Cyrus's magic hand tightly grasped his wrist, and he couldn't wait to say eagerly: "God's blood! Do you have any more, give it to me!"

(End of this chapter)